The copy has 0 error tolerance, and the last words on the ground are all wrong for me.

Chapter 65: Peace and Tranquility

As a well-known genius in the Administration, Jian Xing's status and authority in the Administration far surpass those of Zhao Yan and Mianhua.

Even Zhao Yan and Mianhua knew the inside story of Quiet Town, so how could Jian Xing not know?
But even though he knew that the chances of passing the level with this group of newcomers were slim, he still had to bite the bullet and persevere.

While there was still some time before the dungeon started, Jian Xing shared information about the quiet town with everyone.

His voice was very loud, not avoiding the three members of the Armored Regiment in the distance, and Wu Chang's true self and the melancholy literary man on the other side.

"The pollution level in Quiet Town is very high. Everyone must be as careful as possible. If too many people die, it will easily cause the dungeon to be on the verge of getting out of control."

"Even for your own sake, don't fight among yourselves. Believe me, if this copy goes out of control, even I may not have a chance to leave alive."

These words were obviously directed at the three members of the Iron Armored Regiment.

The three members of the Iron Armored Regiment seemed to be thinking about something, but did not say anything.

Jian Xing continued, "Quiet Town is very particular about rules. Every player who enters the dungeon will be assigned a profession. Check your clothes and you should be able to find a label or name tag with your profession written on it."

After hearing this, everyone immediately checked their clothes and found something.

Wu Chang found a copper nameplate on his chest that read "Postman".

"During the time you survive in the town, you must complete the most basic tasks of your profession. If you fail to complete the tasks for three consecutive days, you will encounter fatal dangers."

"Believe me, don't ever think that you are strong enough to resist the rules."

Wu Chang sighed and said, what quiet town? It should be renamed as sweatshop.

If the KPI is not achieved within three days, employees will be laid off physically. Even capitalists are not so ruthless.

Seeing that the transparent barrier maintaining the safety zone was crumbling, Jian Xing quickened his speech.

"I don't know enough other information. If we want to clear Quiet Town, we must all work together. We will tentatively come here to exchange information every day or every two days, depending on our own situation."

"If anyone has any clues about the missing earl, or a way to enter the earl's manor, please contact me immediately. I'm an editor by profession, and you can find me at the newspaper office."

As soon as Jian Xing finished speaking, the transparent barrier around the few people shattered and the copy officially began.

The copy had already divided the players into living and working areas. After everyone simply exchanged their professional information, they dispersed on the spot.

After entering the dungeon, in addition to their identity badges, each player also has a map with various areas of the town marked on it.

Wu Chang first controlled his true self to get rid of the others, retrieved his true self, and then went to the post office where he was according to the map.

On the way to the post office, he was also observing the town.

The town is located on a huge island. The island is the town and the town is the island.

The island and the town share the same name, Briver.

The timeline of the copy plane is approximately the first industrial revolution after the magic modification.

The world already had huge steamships, post offices and newspapers, but not electric lights.

The advent of steamships shortened the distance between the worlds and intensified trade around the world.

The prevalence of maritime trade has brought new life to many remote islands and established neat and beautiful towns.

Briver is one of them.

The town area on the island was not too big, and Wu Chang easily found the post office.

Although it is called a post office, it is actually only the size of three or four newsstands. The entire building is painted bright red and looks like a large fire hydrant. It is very eye-catching even at night.

The door of the post office is not locked, you can enter directly by pushing the door.

The post office is divided into two areas. The outer side is the postman's office area, and the inner side is a lounge with a bed.

There is an employment notice posted on the wall at the entrance, which states that the previous postman in the town committed suicide and a new postman will soon arrive in the town after work coordination.

There was a photo of Wu Chang on the notice, but the name column was blurred by water, as if to make it easier for him to use a pseudonym.

He thought about it and wrote Sean next to the notice.

He had been called this name when he was in the Moonlight Sanatorium, and it was a habit. It must be said that the post office administrator in the small town really liked red. Not only was the outside of the post office red, but even the inside of the post office was red.

But the red looked stranger and stranger, until he walked to his workstation and found that the chairs and tables were splashed with irregular dark red.

He took a letter opener, scraped a layer of red powder from the table, crushed it, and put it under his nose and smelled it. It smelled of blood.

The walls of the house were covered with blood.

If nothing unexpected happens, it's the blood of the previous postman.

There was such a large area of ​​bleeding, but the notice at the door said suicide.

He could imagine the deceased in the notice slitting his own throat and trying with his last breath to spurt blood everywhere.

It is similar to his suicide by being shot six times in the back.

An ordinary person would not be able to stay in a building like this, which is comparable to the crime scene of a B-grade plasma film, for even a moment.

But Wu Chang had experienced two copies after all, and had seen hundreds of delusional patients rot and deform, as well as thousands of bandits turned into frozen meat and arranged in neat rows.

In comparison, a small scene like a room full of blood was not enough to affect his mood.

He fetched a bucket of water, wiped the chair and the table clean, then found an oil lamp, lit it, and read the newspapers stored in the post office.

Some of the above are local news about Briving Island, and some are news from outside that mention Briving Island.

The news had already been sorted and annotated, saving him a lot of effort.

The one at the top is a piece of commendation news.

"Under the leadership of Earl Jermaine, there have been no public security incidents in the town of Brever for five consecutive years. The king recognized Earl Jermaine's performance and awarded Ogri the Silver Port Medal."

Wu Chang looked at the wall covered with blood plasma. There hadn't been any public security incidents in five years. But here?

Just as he was about to continue reading the newspaper, he suddenly had an inspiration and realized that someone was staring at him.

He looked up and saw a huge face stuck on the glass window facing him.

The other person was staring at him through the glass and was about to hit it with his fist.

Since he was discovered by Wu Chang, the man put down his hand and pushed the door open and walked in.

“Are you the new mailman?”

Wu Chang asked in confusion: "Who are you?"

The visitor was a middle-aged man in his forties, over two meters tall, with short blond curly hair, a round face, short neck, thick limbs, and as strong as a bear.

He glanced at the wall and said, "Nice to meet you, Mr. Sean. I'm Marty, the grocer in town."

Wu Chang glanced at the dark night and asked, "Mr. Marty, what are you doing here?"

Marty grinned, revealing a mouthful of jagged yellow-spotted teeth, and said with a smile:
"As a local, I have the obligation to tell you that we on Brever Island respect the rules very much. Everyone should complete their work in a timely manner and play their role well."

"We are like gears, pushing the island forward together. If one gear stops turning, it will affect all the other gears."

"I hope you have enough work ethic to take your job seriously and not be like your predecessor, so arrogant, lazy, stupid! Pathetic! and selfish!"

Marty became more and more excited as he spoke, almost roaring at the end.

After the yell, Marty regained his composure and smiled gently.

"In short, I hope you will work hard and deliver every email well. Thank you."

Wu Chang looked at Marty intently and did not respond.

Although Marty's threat was sincere and full of emotion, as a warning, it was far less convincing than the resentment attached to him.

After all, the owner of that resentment was the previous postman who sprayed it all over the house.

(End of this chapter)