Chapter 28 The Last Supper

Feng Bujue spent half an hour meticulously surveying the entire Room 204.

Then, he sat on the bed, deep in thought…

“The closet is empty, the suitcase contains no outerwear or pants, only a limited number of underwear and socks… This indicates that he doesn’t plan to stay away for too long, whether the interview is successful or not, he will return home before tomorrow…” The various pieces of information he had just collected flashed before Brother Jue’s eyes, “Although he went to a bar last night, considering he had an interview early this morning, he wouldn’t have drunk too much, nor would he have stayed too late… His complexion before death also proves this… At least in the few seconds before he was shot in the head, he looked quite energetic, without any signs of a hangover or lack of sleep.” He glanced at the bedsheets again, “Judging from the hair and scent left on the bed, he did spend the night in this Room 204… And this morning he leisurely washed up and shaved before leaving…”

Thinking of this, Feng Bujue frowned slightly, stroking his chin as he muttered, “Hmm… All indications suggest that Enoch was very confident and not at all anxious until he left the hotel room this morning.” He paused. “Then the question becomes… What exactly happened to him after he left the hotel and before he entered the post office?”

At this moment, all the clues collected earlier flashed one by one before Brother Jue’s eyes, and his thinking instinctively reacted, feeding him one inference after another, and expanding each inference one by one, weaving a web of reasoning…

“Speaking of which… Where is his car?” After a moment, Feng Bujue touched something on the edge of the “web.” His eyes flickered as he muttered, “I’ve been wandering around town for so long, and I haven’t seen a single pedestrian, let alone a car…” He stood up and paced back and forth in the room, “This Enoch… Couldn’t have possibly carried his suitcase and walked all the way to this remote town, could he?”

While Brother Jue was thinking, he walked towards the room door. He was preparing to take the shotgun and visit the other guests in this hotel to ask them what they knew.

However, just as he picked up the gun and was about to reach for the doorknob, the sound of a key entering the lock rang out outside the door…

Feng Bujue reacted with lightning speed, immediately taking three steps back and aiming his gun.

Almost the instant he stood still, the door was pushed open…

“If I were you, I wouldn’t waste any more time in this hotel…” The person outside the door still appeared calm after seeing Brother Jue with the gun, “Mr. Dave.”

Feng Bujue looked closely. Standing in the corridor was a balding, slightly overweight black old man. He looked to be about sixty years old, wearing a dark green caretaker uniform, with a large bunch of keys hanging from his waist.

“Who are you?” Feng Bujue aimed the gun at the other party and said coldly, “Why do you know my name?”

“I am the manager here, you can call me Mr. M,” Mr. M replied. “As for your name… I’ve known it for a long time, I’ve known you since you could remember.”

“Oh? Are you a relative of mine?” Feng Bujue responded.

“I know you better than your relatives, Dave,” Mr. M replied. “I know you still wet the bed in the third grade, I know you’re allergic to lettuce, I know your best childhood friend died of a drug overdose, and I know the names of every one of your girlfriends.”

“What’s going on… Distant relative? Stalker? Nonsense?” Although Brother Jue had many guesses in his mind, his own understanding of Dave was very limited, and even if the other party was just talking nonsense, he had no way of knowing.

“It seems you know quite a bit…” Feng Bujue said calmly, tentatively throwing out a question, “Then can you please tell me… Enoch, he…”

“Actually, you don’t need to consider the car problem,” Mr. M interrupted before Brother Jue could finish speaking. “You should understand if you think about it carefully…” he said in a deep voice, “Did your own car… enter the town?”

Hearing this, Feng Bujue’s expression changed slightly. “I see…” He then realized that not only were there no cars or pedestrians in this town, but there were also no tire tracks or footprints. After turning around in the town all day, all he saw were his own footprints and bicycle tire tracks.

“Thank you for the reminder, Mr. M,” Brother Jue continued after two seconds. “If it’s convenient… can you also explain why you already knew what I wanted to ask you before I even finished speaking?”

“Hehehe…” Mr. M responded with a meaningful smile, then ignored Brother Jue’s question and said, “'The Last Supper’ will begin at eight o’clock, you have less than an hour to attend the banquet.”

After saying that, he turned and left in the direction of the corridor.

“Wait!” Feng Bujue quickly stepped forward, wanting to stop the other party and ask for clarification.

But when he chased to the door, the corridor was already empty.

Mr. M was out of his sight for less than a second, but that one second was enough for Brother Jue to lose track of him…

…………

Due to Mr. M’s appearance, Brother Jue changed his original “knocking and asking” plan and adopted a more direct and faster method…

He went straight to the front desk on the first floor, took all the keys in the key cabinet, and opened all the doors in the hotel, one by one…

Although he was prepared to use the gun for intimidation every time he entered a room, there was no one in any of the rooms…

And so… Feng Bujue wasted another ten minutes in the hotel, without gaining anything.

At 7:22 p.m., he walked out of the hotel door and got back on his bicycle.

“Damn it…” he muttered as he rode, “Tell me the time limit for dinner, but don’t tell me the location… What’s the use!”

The problem that was bothering him wasn’t just this one. At this moment, he had another hidden worry, which was his “stamina value”… [6924800] might be enough in an ordinary script, but in this kind of script where physical strength is measured by actual sensation, it was a state where his muscles were sore and he desperately needed rest.

Unfortunately… the current situation did not allow Feng Bujue to rest.

Brother Jue had also faintly realized… that the script had reached a stage very close to a perfect clear.

Although he himself couldn’t be 100% sure, here, I can use God mode to explain it…

In fact, the most crucial hidden index in this script is “time,” or rather—“action efficiency.”

“Arriving at Nelson’s office before nine o’clock in the morning” is a good example. The plot of Enoch being shot in the head, as well as the concept of “punctuality” repeatedly emphasized in the post office manual, are all hints.

The content of the main quest [Gain the approval of the Ghost Postman and become the new postman of Otaku Town] itself is ambiguous, not a clear instruction.

The factor that truly determines the difficulty of clearing the level is “time.”

At the beginning of the script, if the player fails to see Nelson before nine o’clock, the script difficulty will increase, and the content of the side quests will also be different. The chain reaction that follows is… the side quests will take longer to complete, and the time point for completing the side quests is precisely the benchmark for triggering hidden quests.

Completing it one hour early allows you to receive [Decipher the worldview of the script before completing the main quest]; completing it three hours early allows you to receive [Investigate and solve the reason for Enoch’s lateness]; to receive [Find a way to participate in “The Last Supper”]… you must complete it five hours early.

In short, the difficulty and ending of this script are closely linked to the player’s action efficiency. The faster this step is completed, the lower the difficulty of the next step. Conversely, a step late, and every step is late… If it cannot be corrected early, the difficulty of the later stages of the script will increase like a snowball. Even if the player is lucky enough to not die, they will at most barely complete the task before midnight, barely clearing the level.

Currently, Feng Bujue has relied on his outstanding performance, stepping on the time points… and walking on the easiest and most profitable path to clearing the level.

But… he still has the potential to fail.

Thirty-eight minutes, less than seven hundred stamina points, a broken chain of clues…

To achieve a perfect clear, he must overcome these unfavorable factors and “attend the banquet” within the time limit.