Bring Interstellar to the end of the world

Chapter 247 The Postman
General Wang put the gun back and touched his nose awkwardly.

Tang Yan didn't say anything. He inserted the key into the keyhole and turned it clockwise to unlock it.

Yeah...

The wooden door was pushed open by him, and the afternoon light rushed into the room.

It can be seen that no one has lived in it for a long time, and a smell of damp and rotten wood hits the face.

Tang Yan stood outside the door for a while before taking off the power armor and walking into the room.

Directly opposite is a wooden table flanked by double stools.There is a pair of bowls and chopsticks on the table, with a thin layer of dust on them.

Opposite the bowls and chopsticks is a badly faded porcelain jar, and a geographical magazine is placed nearby. Because it is a pre-war item, it is already very dilapidated.

There is a partition on the left side of the wooden table, and there is a blue cloth curtain between the partition and the wall. I think it is a bedroom for resting.

In front of the wall on the right side of the wooden table is a desk with a terminal on it. The cursor on the screen flickers, and it seems to be still working.

On the desk and under the ceiling, there are small grids where many letters were originally placed, but now the letters have been messed up, some fell on the ground, and some fell on the terminal.

The drawer of the desk was open, and the things inside had been turned around in a mess, and even the ashtray on the table fell to the ground.

Tang Yan frowned, walked to his desk, pressed the Enter key on the keyboard, and entered the file directory without a password.

What puzzled him was that it was empty and there were no documents left.

He looked around again.

The cabinet in the corner is open, and the vases inside are upside down.On the right wall, there was originally a movie poster titled "Flying Over the Pacific Ocean", but it was torn in two. The head of the hero fell to the ground and his body hung on the wall.

"Well……"

The needle-like pain struck again. He covered his right face and sat down on the chair in front of the desk, looking at a photo frame at the bottom of the drawer.

His head hurt and his vision was blurry, but he kept staring at the frame.

No, it should be said to stare at the photo in the frame.

There are three people in the photo, and the face of the middle one is familiar because it can be seen in the mirror every day.

Yes, the man in the middle was him, or this body.

Standing next to him was a middle-aged man with half of his hair bald and sparse eyebrows, but his smile looked very friendly, and he should be a very gentle person.

This was the first time he had seen that person, but the memory fragments told him that the middle-aged man was the mayor of Qingcheng Town and the person who picked him up from the beach.

He only knew that the mayor took good care of him and treated him very well. As for how he fainted by the sea, he had no memory of it at all.

"Ah... heh..."

The stinging pain continued to invade the body, and the cold sweat slipped off bit by bit, wetting the collar of the military uniform.

Wei Qianshou came over and said something worried.

Tang Yan couldn't hear his words clearly, and pointed to the partition behind him: "Take me there."

Wei Qianshou and General Wang thought he was going to rest in the back room, so they quickly lifted him up from the chair, opened the curtain and walked into the bedroom.

The furnishings inside are also very simple.A single bed, covered with a blue-gray velvet blanket, piled messily on the bedding, with a thin layer of dust on the surface.

There is a small mahogany cabinet outside the head of the bed, with a green desk lamp on it, and a few books and a yellow alarm clock underneath.

On the horizontal board at the end of the bed is a monkey doll. The sensor detects that many people have entered the room, and the eyes suddenly glow red. Both hands keep beating the cymbals in their hands, making a very crisp sound.

General Wang wanted to put Tang Yan on the bed, but he held him down.

At this time, more severe pain hit, and those memory fragments penetrated into the brain like arrows.

He showed a pained expression, exerted force with his hands, and let out a low growl like a beast.

"I remember that the stimulant equipped with the power armor has an analgesic effect. Quick, give him a shot."

Wei Qianshou followed General Wang's advice and walked outside, but was grabbed by Zang Feng.

"Did you not see the pained expression on his face?"

"I saw it."

"Then you still hold me."

"It's what he wants."

"Is this what he wants?"

Zang Feng nodded. As a person who also has no past, he is very clear about what amnesiacs want most. Compared with a sudden headache, being able to remember the past is more important.

Wei Qianshou knew that Zang Feng would not harm Tang Yan, so he hesitated to give up his previous idea, but he did not go back to the bedroom, because it would reduce some of his inner irritability and intolerance.

After about half a cigarette, Tang Yan's low growl was no longer heard, and even the heavy breathing became even and long. Zang Feng opened the refrigerator on the side of the dining table, took out a bottle of clean water from it, walked into the bedroom and handed it out.

Tang Yan took the bottle of water, unscrewed the cap and drank a few sips, put the bottle on the bedside table, looked at the three people crowded in the small space and said, "I am the 'Postman'."

I am the "postman".

Wei Qianshou and General Wang were unfamiliar with the word "postman", but Zang Feng was not unfamiliar with it. A beam of light burst out from his one eye: "You said... you are a 'postman'?"

The female supervisor of No. 1083 Vault, that is, his good friend, wanted to send the research materials on the reverse engineering of the Pan Shen virus to a person code-named "Postman" in Qingcheng Town before she died.

Now that they came to Qingcheng Town, they learned that all the townspeople were hiding because of the beast horde, and he was worried that he could not find the "postman". Unexpectedly, the situation took a turn for the worse, Tang Yan suddenly told him that he was the "postman".

No matter how prudent he is, no matter how open-minded his temperament is, he will not be able to accept such a sharp turn for a while.

The "postman" is beside him, and the "postman" is Tang Yan?Is there anything more bizarre than this?
But thinking about it carefully, he remembered that Tang Yan said that Han Xin, the daughter of the supervisor of No. 1001 Vault, said that the reason why Tang Yan appeared in No. 1001 Vault was to deliver a letter.

"Aside from life here and being a postman, what else do you think of?"

Tang Yan knew what Zang Feng wanted to ask him.

The experiments conducted in Vault 1083 are very high-end. Since the female supervisor wants to hand over the data cassette to him, there must be a deep-seated reason, such as the "postman" has another identity, or a certain force arranges it in Qingcheng Town liaison.

"No, what I remember is more about my life in Qingcheng Town."

He got up from the bed, went to the desk outside, opened the bottom drawer on the right hand side, took out a box of Taishan brand cigarettes, took one from it and put it into his mouth.

If we calculate carefully, from the time he left Qingcheng Town to deliver the letter to No. 1001 shelter to today, it took no more than 110 days.

It's not that he can't think of anything except his life in Qingcheng Town.

In addition to his life in Qingcheng Town, he also learned about the nature of the body's original owner's work as a postman.

On the surface, he seems to be a young postman who walks in the Jiankang City-Peninsula area and works under the name of the MRT Consortium. In fact, he is also responsible for collecting intelligence on the Peninsula area for an organization in Jiankang City.

He had a very abstract impression of the contact person of that organization. He only remembered a white mask with black eyes and blood lines under the eyes, which looked very oozing.

There are other things, he knows that his identity as a "postman" corresponds to more secrets, for example, he has met with the female supervisor of Vault 1083 before... To be precise, he has been to Vault 1083, but what to do, I don't know what I said to the female supervisor.

In addition, his identity as a "postman" was not obtained through legitimate means...he borrowed the identity of someone, and the origin of that person does not seem to be simple.

He didn't tell Zang Feng these things because he didn't want Zang Feng to worry.

Because compared with the identity of the deputy commander of the Pandaren Legion, the code name "postman" faces a more complicated and sinister network of relationships.

All in all, all in all, before he himself is clear about the life and responsibilities of the code name "postman", he doesn't want to drag Zang Feng, Lei Na, General Wang and others into this maelstrom.

Although it is not yet known how powerful the organization associated with the "postman" is, it is certain that at least it is not comparable to ordinary wasteland forces.

Zang Feng was somewhat disappointed by his answer, walked to the messy desk, and rummaged through the grid where the letters were placed.

Tang Yan looked at the letters and said, "They are letters for which the recipient cannot be found and the sender cannot be contacted."

Wei Qianshou sighed.

The wasteland world is like this, you never know whether your relatives far away will pass away, and you never know whether you will encounter misfortune tomorrow.

General Wang noticed the situation around him, looked at the turned places and frowned and said, "It seems... It seems that someone came here when you were not around."

Tang Yan nodded: "Yes, someone searched the whole room."

Zang Feng said: "What are they looking for?"

Tang Yan shook his head and said, "I don't know."

This time it wasn't a lie, he really didn't know who had been to his room and what he was looking for.

General Wang didn't continue to ask, he didn't even have much thought about the fact that Tang Yan was the "postman", because the deputy head was already shrouded in a layer of fog, so a few more points were nothing.

Tang Yan sat at the desk for a while, as if suddenly recalling something, he closed the first drawer on the right hand side, took out a stack of letter paper from the second drawer, which was also messy, and spread it out on the table.

Zang Feng leaned over to look at it for a while, raised his brows lightly, and showed a ghostly expression on his face.

The titles of these letters are the same --- to the postman brother in Qingcheng Town.

The signatures of these letters are also the same --- diced radish from Gem City.

Diced radish...he had heard the name from Beethoven.

Beethoven is not only a frequent visitor to the Pink Paradise, but also a frequent visitor to the Homeless Bar. His usual operation is to have a drink in the latter, and then go to the former to sweat.

Because of this, I almost didn't get into a fight with a girl who was affiliated with Pink Paradise.

Because Carrot Ding couldn't pay the monthly fee for living in Gem City, Johnson helped him pay out of kindness, so he worked as a waiter in the Homeless Bar until last spring, when Carrot Ding quit his job as a waiter , leaving Gem City to pursue his noble and great dream.

Beethoven once said that that kid dreamed of being a great hero who rescued people from suffering and suffering, and a holy light that would guide the people of the wasteland to enlightenment and bid farewell to barbarism.

Although many people laughed at him, saying that this was not a dream, it was a joke, but that guy resigned from his stable job without hesitation, left the relatively safe Gem City, and went to the complicated Central Plains region.

Zang Feng regards this as the performance of young people's rebellious period, or in other words, every teenager has a heroic dream, but the disease of Luo Boding is a bit more serious, and the second-level attributes are so strong that they explode.

However, he never thought that Luo Boding had a pen pal, and this pen pal was code-named "Postman", and his current identity was the deputy commander of the Pandaren Legion.

"What a hell." The legion commander complained in his heart, never expecting such a turning point.

Zang Feng was speechless about this, one can imagine Tang Yan's mood.

He has also heard the name of radish diced from Gao Kai.Liaozi said that the kid was too rigid, once a guest got drunk and lost money, Ding Luobo insisted on picking it up and returning it to others... Obviously he was so poor that he couldn't even pay the monthly rent.Speaking of civilization and morality is indeed admirable, but it can only be said that it is gauze to do those noble things when one's own life is difficult to guarantee.

Who knew that this little person who sounded insignificant actually had an intersection with the original owner of this body.

He looked helplessly at the contents of the letter.

"Brother Postman... I heard many stories from people in bars. Some of them drank too much with their friends and scolded God for injustice, and some of them cried bitterly while drinking..."

"It seems that everyone is full of misfortune. There are those whose wives ran away with others, those who were betrayed by friends, and those who escaped at the gunpoint of predators, and even those who were raised as child molestes when they were young. At home..."

"I don't know how they persevere. Why do people always remember the pain? Don't they have beauty and warmth in their lives?"

"As you told me last time, the darkest night has the brightest light, and the most chaotic era has the greatest hero. I always remember the goodness of Johnson, he looks fierce, But he is always willing to give generously to those who are living in poverty, and many times he is friendlier than the local people."

……

"Today I heard a few workers from Xinghui Ranch say that they were going to set a rookie up, because that person is too diligent, doesn't know how to be lazy, and is very out of gregarious."

"Aren't they ashamed to do this? Brother postman, if it were you, what would you do?"

"Actually, I really wanted to go over and pick up the beer on the table and pour it on their heads. I didn't do that in the end. I was not brave enough and I didn't want to cause trouble for Johnson."

……

"Brother Postman, I have made up my mind. I want to leave the Vagabond Bar and Gem City, and I want to go to the Central Plains. Because I know very well that I will never grow up here, and I will always be just a waiter serving tea and water. Listen to those customers talk about their misfortunes and troubles. I want to help more people and do something meaningful, but before that, I must take a brave step...to face the unknown with a decisive attitude."

　There was a mistake in the previous writing, it was the nuclear fusion core, which is two different items from the nuclear fusion battery, and it has been corrected before.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)