Tenth Avenue, 9th.

Like all previous recipient addresses, an ordinary two-story house with a deserted front yard and no mailbox in front of the door.

Feng Bujue, who had parked his bicycle, walked quickly onto the porch in front of the house with his satchel on his back and a shotgun in his hand.

Bang Bang Bang –

"Open the door!" As he knocked on the door, he shouted.

I don't need to tell you what happened next, so I think you already know...... After a while, a fat man in slippers came down from the second floor, opened the door with a palm-wide slit, and stood in the shadows and asked, "Who are you looking for?" ”

"Postman." Feng unconsciously raised his temporary work card, shook it in front of the other party, then put away the document and took out the envelope, "Send the letter." ”

"I ...... No, it is not charged. "Fat Man No. 10 reacted in the same way as the previous nine.

Click-

Feng Bujue picked up the shotgun, poked the muzzle of the gun into the crack in the door, and said in a deep voice: "Can you accept it like this?" ”

"You...... What are you doing? "Although the fat man No. 10 was afraid, he did not run away.

"Whether to receive the letter or the bullet, you choose." Feng Bujue's tone didn't seem like a joke at all, and when necessary, he could be very ruthless.

"No...... Don't kill me......" Fat Man No. 10 raised his hands in surrender, "Even if you shoot, I won't take it...... Unless ......"

"Unless I quote your instruction code?" Feng Bujue took the other party's words and said.

"Hmm......" Fat Ten nodded.

"Cut ......" Brother Jue snorted, and said in his heart, "Is the threat of force really not working......

Two seconds later, he lowered his gun. And he said, "How many digits is your code?" ”

"Eleven." The fat man replied truthfully.

After receiving the reply, Feng Bujue turned around and left, and ran to the bicycle.

…………

In the next 40 minutes, Jue Ge visited the 11th, 12th, and 13th recipients.

The last three, without exception. It's all fat, too. Their voices, personalities, reactions, and more...... They are all the same as the top 10 recipients.

Feng Bujue didn't talk much with these guys, and he had basically already tried everything he could, so he didn't ask anything except the number of bits of the instruction code.

By 2:50 p.m., Brother Jue once again came to the abandoned mailbox in the cemetery in the north of the town.

At this moment, an envelope appeared on the ground next to the mailbox.

Although there is no wind in all directions. But there was still a stone pressed on the top of the envelope.

"Did you really reply to the letter......" Feng unconsciously muttered, and went over to pick up the envelope.

It was an earthy yellow envelope, and when you held it in your hand, you could feel that it was only a thin sheet of paper. Brother Jue carefully tore it open and took out the letter inside. And then...... He discovered something very puzzling—both sides of the letter were blank.

"Again?" Feng couldn't help but complain, "Invisible ink? Wordless Book of Heaven? His slot was the same as when he received the "newspaper".

As he spoke, he took the letter to his eyes and examined it carefully, checking that there were no pen marks or any smell on the paper.

"Hmm...... What does it mean...... "When Feng Bujue groaned, he subconsciously supported his right elbow with his left hand, and the index and middle fingers of his right hand were slightly together, and they crossed the tip of his nose along his forehead. This habitual thinking action can make his thinking run more smoothly. "If the piece of paper just landed next to the mailbox, it could be misinterpreted as just a piece of discarded piece of paper. But for now, the paper was in an envelope and held down by a stone...... This setting is to sue me. This blank piece of paper is indeed a 'reply'. ”

After thinking for a moment, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in his mind: "Huh? Could it be ......"

In the next second, Brother Jue took out the previous newspaper from his satchel, and flipped to the blank pages in it: "Indirect Reminder...... Thinking of this, he simply sat on the ground, holding the letter in one hand. Holding a newspaper in one hand, he muttered. "This 'reply' is indeed without content...... But there's no content. It can also be a hint. His gaze shifted to the newspaper and "prompted me ...... 'The answer is in what seems to be a blank slate.'" ”

Thinking of this layer, Feng unconsciously tore off the first page of the newspaper.

On the front of this page is the meaningless front page headline, and on the reverse side is the second page with no text and only illustrations.

The second edition of the illustrated photograph shows a brick wall with a tree standing in front of it. At first glance, this is another landscape photo, but a closer look reveals it...... On the ground at the bottom of the screen, there are bicycle tire marks.

"Okay, I'll see...... The paper of this newspaper is average, and it is estimated that it is impossible for Huo Xian and Shui Xian......" Feng Bujue took the "real product" in his hand, and pondered, "There are ...... methods I can try right now" He thought as he reached for the shotgun, but retracted it after a second, "Wait...... If the item needed to solve the puzzle is gunpowder in a bullet, then Brother Ghost should give the puzzle after I get the gun......" he said, touching his chin, "that is...... Did you already have something that made the prompt 'manifest' on me at that time......

Then, like a child in a natural science class, Brother Jue showed an interested expression, took out a bunch of props from his pocket, and lined them up on the grass.

"Come one by one......" he said, holding up the first prop.

For the next five minutes, he tried to read the newspaper through his phone's camera; Then use a ballpoint pen and a pencil to draw a small area on the paper; Then he used coins, keys, and credit cards to lightly scratch several areas on the newspaper.

Unfortunately, all of these attempts failed......

"Hmm...... That's not right, I'll have to think differently......" he read as he picked up the cruet-filled flask with the salt. It was the last item on his body that could be used to solve puzzles.

Hiss......

Fortunately...... This last attempt worked. Wisps of white smoke came out of the paper as those white grains of salt were sprinkled on the newspaper, and there was a slight smell of burnt smoke in the smoke. This is obviously not how paper should react when it encounters salt......

[14.52,7.66,Trunk] A few seconds later, a line of smoky carbon-colored text appeared on the blank space next to the illustration.

"Hah! Pregnant! Feng Buju's smile appeared at the same time as the words in the newspaper, and he really didn't expect that the key item to solve the mystery would be the salt shaker found from the felt hat brother.

After the success of the real yàn, the next thing is simple. Jue Ge relied on the gourd pot and scooped the other twelve pages in the middle of the newspaper in turn, and obtained a total of thirteen similar messages.

"If nothing else...... The first two numbers are the coordinates. After Feng Bujue wrote down all the hints, his expression became very relaxed, "It is two decimal places, and eighty percent is to match the mini map I have at hand." And the noun that follows each coordinate is undoubtedly to be seen in conjunction with the 'illustration'. ”

At this moment, Brother Jue roughly understood the meaning of these tips. It just so happened that the coordinates on the second edition were the closest to him at the moment. So, to test his reasoning, he quickly packed up his things, got back on his bike, and set off heading there.

In less than five minutes, Feng Bujui came to the coordinates of [14.52, 7.66] on the minimap (due to the size of the map, it is impossible for him to stand on a certain point very accurately, at most to the vicinity). He looked a little and saw the brick wall in the illustration, and the big tree planted in front of the wall.

"Tree trunks, aren't they......" Feng unconsciously parked his bicycle and walked over with a shotgun.

He cautiously approached his target, as if the tree would suddenly turn into a monster and attack him. However, the end result proved ...... It's that he's overthinking. The tree in front of me is just an ordinary tree, and there is no flag or .

The only thing of value here is an Arabic numeral carved into the trunk of a tree - 1. (To be continued) R580