“How amusing…” Feng Bujue looked at the newspaper in the bicycle basket, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly.

Although he felt somewhat dissatisfied and doubtful, he still endured it…

If he turned around and loudly questioned the Ghost Postman, there would only be two possible outcomes: first, he would be ignored; second, he would be electrocuted.

“Oh well… let’s see what he means…” After the buzzing sound faded into the distance, Brother Jue simply parked his bicycle, took out the rolled-up newspaper from the basket, and slowly unfolded it before his eyes.

The first thing that caught his eye was the name of the publication itself: *Otaku Town Pioneer*.

Next was the headline: *Ghost Postman Reclaims Otaku Post Office Employee of the Year Award*.

What was rather amusing was that the picture accompanying this news was just a picture of an empty landscape…

“This reporter is quite dedicated, if the tire tracks on the ground weren’t drawn on by him… it means he really captured a shot of the Ghost Bro on his bike.” Feng Bujue read the newspaper aloud. “Wait… before this… such a small town actually has a newspaper?”

*Whether it is windy, rainy, sunny, hailing, typhoons, or heavy fog… we never see the Ghost Postman running around. However, we are all very clear that he has always been at his post, diligently shining and contributing to the construction of a harmonious and beautiful Otaku Town. Of course, this achievement is inseparable from the wise leadership of Mr. Norman Nelson, the director of the town’s post office; it is inseparable from the town’s adherence to the great spirit of Otaku-ism.*

“The brother who wrote this report must have jumped ship from the New [beep] Agency…” Feng Bujue couldn't help but complain after only reading the beginning of the article. “The classic formula of classic nonsense plus classic transition plus classic flattery…”

The rest of the report was basically the same formula, mainly listing some “deeds” of the Ghost Postman's diligent work and forcibly attributing some of the credit to the “leaders.”

So… in this day and age, being a model worker isn't easy. If you want to enjoy the honor you earned, you must first thank the country and the party, thanking the leaders even more than your parents.

“Hmm… this is the daily newspaper from Christmas Day, so most of the news reported on it should be yesterday's news…” Feng Bujue finished reading the first page of the newspaper and glanced at the date in the corner. “However, this headline doesn’t seem to have any value, I already knew it from the post office's work manual.” He muttered to himself as he flipped the newspaper over.

Unexpectedly, something unusual appeared on the second page.

“What’s the meaning of this?” Feng Bujue squinted and flipped through a few more pages, quickly realizing that… apart from the headline and the advertisement on the last page (an advertisement for a bicycle), the middle part of the stack of newspapers in his hand had no words at all. But… the layout on each page had already been arranged, and the illustrations had also been inserted.

“Invisible ink? Blank book?” Two thoughts quickly flashed through Feng Bujue's mind, his eyes rapidly scanning the paper, searching for clues.

And after he carefully checked it, he confirmed a fact—there really just wasn't any ink printed on it.

“This is quite creative…” Brother Jue laughed. “Is this thing a newspaper… or an English test of ‘look at the pictures and tell a story’…”

As he joked, he quickly flipped through the blank pages in the middle of the newspaper and memorized the contents of all the illustrations.

Whether it was a coincidence or not… the total number of illustrations was thirteen.

…

Ten minutes later, Brother Jue, heading north, arrived at the location of the “store” on the map.

Like the other shops in this town, the place was tightly closed, with a “CLose” sign hanging on the door. Looking inside through the glass door, it was certain that the store was empty and had been abandoned for a long time.

“Heh… as expected.” Feng Bujue looked at the store door and smiled wryly.

Two seconds later, he got off his bicycle and parked it, then… picked up a large stone from the roadside.

Bang bang bang—

He swung his arm and smashed the glass door three times in a row, but… only a tiny white dot was left on the glass, without even a single crack; instead, his own arm was numb from the shock.

“Seriously…” Feng Bujue took two steps back and shook off the stone in his hand. “Bulletproof glass?”

He really didn't understand why the glass on the door of an ordinary grocery store would be so strong.

“Pushing me too far…” Brother Jue took a breath and reached into his jacket pocket, taking out his Nokia 3310…

“Stop!” Suddenly, the ethereal female voice that had appeared once before sounded again.

Hearing this, Feng Bujue quickly retracted his hand and turned around to scan his surroundings.

“Sure enough… this guy isn’t a ‘person’ either…” He thought to himself as he searched for the other party's whereabouts in the fog. “She was clearly blocked on the other side of the ‘bridge’ before, but now she’s actually appeared in the town again…”

“How did you get into the town?” Feng Bujue couldn't find the other party's specific location, so he decided to say a few words first. “Did a rescue team come from outside the town?”

“I… have always been here, never left.” The woman replied.

Her voice echoed ethereally in the fog, making it difficult to find its source.

“Then let me ask it this way…” Faced with an answer that was as good as no answer, Feng Bujue immediately changed his way of questioning. “How did you get across that bridge?”

But this time, the woman simply ignored Brother Jue's question and said to herself, “Dave, I can’t explain too much to you, but you must believe me, I want to help you…” Her tone seemed very sincere. “Never destroy the buildings in this town, it won’t do you any good… and it will cause irreparable consequences.”

“I can believe you.” Feng Bujue said. “But you have to answer me first, what exactly are you…”

Buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz—

At this moment, a series of overlapping, rapid chain rolling sounds rang out from all around, drowning out Feng Bujue's voice.

“What’s going on?” Hearing the sound, Feng Bujue was shocked; judging from the sound alone, it must be the sound of at least twenty old-fashioned bicycles riding at the same time. “Could it be that there’s more than one Ghost Postman?”

At the same time, the ethereal female voice suddenly shouted loudly, “Opportunity! Open your eyes!” Her shout broke through the noise and barely reached Brother Jue's ears.

“Open… my eyes?” Feng Bujue knew that the other party's instructions were important, but he couldn't understand what they meant, because his eyes… were undoubtedly open at this moment.

Fortunately… his confusion didn't last long.

The next second, a sudden change occurred!