Vol 2 Chapter 712: Dave's World (11)

I don’t know if and when the ghost postman will reply to him. He is not sure if the other party will reply to him.
Information about this, those "fat" npc said that they can not answer, so I feel that the brother can only see the machine acting...
"So... now is the tenth letter to send it..." After leaving the mailbox of the cemetery, he returned to the bicycle and said, "Let's add physical fitness first..."
When he was riding a bicycle, he reviewed the game menu again. Right now, his survival has slowly recovered to 54%, but his fitness is only 452/4800.
This is the difficulty of "calculating the fitness value according to the actual physical sense of the character." In some of the nightmare difficulty scripts that I experienced before, I have encountered several such settings. "Wildness for Drugs" is a good example.
No matter how high the player's level is, how many props and skills can improve the fitness value... In this set of nightmare books, how many physical strengths do you play, how much physical strength you have. If you do not count on the abuse of consumption, the final impact is self-evident.
"Well... I still have to find a way to get some supplies first..." I didn’t feel a bit of a thought, and made a choice. "It’s extremely difficult to crack the 'instruction code' by myself before the ghost brother sends me a reply. Anyway, the information collected from those 'receivers' is enough, and there is no need to use the final physical strength to do something almost ineffective."
After deciding on the next step, he took out the mini map of the town from his pocket. After a few seconds of watching, he set off...
At 12 o'clock noon, I came to the only bar in the town.
The name of the bar is called "Otacu." The area is only over one hundred square meters, and there is no post office.
The reason why I feel here is very simple - according to the illustration on the mini map, this western-style bar has a door that cannot be closed... It is not so much a door, it is better to say two movable planks.
"Oh... this is always impossible to get in?" Feng did not feel the smile and pushed the door into the Otaku bar.
"We haven't started business yet. Sir." And it is such a sentence to greet him.
Feng Guan looked up and looked at the speaker.
It was a bald man about two meters tall, dressed as a bartender, standing behind the bar and wiping the glass quietly.
"I won't stay too long." Feng did not feel dissatisfied with the other side's dissuasion. Go straight to the bar.
In the process, he has scanned the entire bar environment: cheap linen wallpaper, cheap wooden floors, cheap bar counters, cheap tables and chairs, cheap sofas, cheap weekly billiards... Still standing a cowboy dressed bearded man, playing billiards alone.
"I am sorry, this is not a question of how long it will take." Seeing that the brother sat down without incident. The look of the bald bartender changed slightly. "We are not allowed to receive any guests during non-business hours. Please wait five o'clock in the evening..."
"Oh, Yang, let him sit for a while." Suddenly, the bearded cowboy at the billiard table interrupted. "This gentleman doesn't look like someone who will cause trouble..." He shot a shot and straightened up and looked at him. "I am right? Sir."
"Oh... that's of course." Fengshou smiled at the bearded man, then turned his head and looked at the bartender. "Can you give me some drink? Water can."
The bald bartender looked at his face for two seconds without expression, then took out a clean cup and poured a glass of cold water.
"Excuse me... Is there anything to eat? Anything can be."
this time. The bald bartender cast a suspicious look: "Are you sure you have enough money to pay the bill? Mr.." When he said this, he also specifically added a accent on the last "Mr."
"Yes..." I just want to eat and drink now. So the attitude is very polite, he said. I have reached out and touched my wallet. "If you need it, I can do it now..."
"Hey~ No, no, no, young people, don't do this." At this moment, the beard shouted to stop the behavior of the brother, and quickly walked over.
While walking to the bar, the bearded man looked at the bartender: "Yang, how can you talk to the guests like this? Do you think that this gentleman doesn't even have the money to buy a glass of water?"
"No, boss." The bald bartender replied, "I am just worried that he and the drunkards, like the tramps, come in and eat and drink without penniless."
"Oh... this cowboy uncle really is the boss..." Feng Shou heard the words. In fact, at the beginning of the conversation between the two people, he had already realized this point faintly. Now the "Yang" directly shouted the word "boss", which proved his conjecture.
"Ah~Yang, you have too much thought." The bearded man patted the shoulder of his brother. "Look at the gentleman's look and dress, you know that he is not that kind of person." He snapped his finger and turned to Yang. I made a look, "Come, give me some snacks, I am just hungry."
"Well... since you have said this..." The bald bartender shrugged and responded.
A few seconds later, he took out two small bamboo bowls with paper towels from the bar. Both bowls were filled with fried snacks.
"Thank you, man." Feng did not feel a word for Yang Dao, and looked at the bearded man, "Thank you, boss."
After all, I felt that I had grabbed a lot of snacks and stuffed them into my mouth.
He is indeed hungry and very hungry... This hunger is undoubtedly simulated by the script, similar to the fatigue of the muscles, and must be relieved in some way, otherwise it will not disappear by itself.
"Hehehe..." The bearded man looked at him and smiled. "Young people, it is not good to eat this as a meal."
"I know, but all the restaurants in the town didn't open the door." The seal screamed at the gang, whispering back.
This seems to be an inadvertent answer, but it is a temptation... I feel that my brother has been in the town for so long, and finally meets two seemingly normal npcs, he does not want to miss the opportunity to take intelligence. Therefore, he quietly said an abnormal, but objective fact, and wanted to see the reaction of npc.
"Ha ha ha ha..." Who knows, the bearded man laughed heartily and replied, "You really laugh, young people... This is the daytime, it’s Christmas, how can the store close? You ..." He raised his hand and pointed at the door of the bar. "Isn't the restaurant across the street not open?"
"Across the street?" The seal was stunned. He looked in the direction pointed by the other party. He could only see a white mist. Don’t say that the scenery across the street is a few meters away from the store. He can't see clearly.
"Oh...hehe..." He said that he laughed twice. "That's right..." He couldn't figure out whether the npc was actually telling the truth or referring to the deer as a horse. Anyway, he didn't want to argue with the other party.
"Oh, yes, I haven't introduced myself yet..." The bearded man did not talk about the restaurant's topic. He took off the cowboy hat on his head and reached out to his hand. "I am the boss here, they are all Call me 'shooter'."
"Hello." Feng did not respond politely. "I am Dave." He rubbed his palm on his jacket before shaking hands with the other.
"This is my bartender, Yang." Then, the archer uncle raised his hand and gestured to the bald bartender. "It is said that he used to be the mafia, and later the golden basin wash..."
"Hey!" Yang immediately screamed and interrupted his boss.
The archer uncle spread his hands and smiled: "Hehehe... well, he is a decent person, I didn't say anything."
"Hello, Yang." Feng did not feel that he did not hear anything, and he said hello to Yang.
Yang just nodded to him, his face still serious and cold.
"What are the roads for these two goods..." Feng Jie swept a bowl of snacks in one minute and started to work on the second bowl. "One is too passionate, one is too cold. And look at the shape, listen to the name... ...if the 'shooter' can also count as a name...the two also have a kind of gang of gangs..." He took the opportunity to move, "Is there any squad mission here?" (To be continued)