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

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

Even Zhao Yan and Mianhua know the inside story of Quiet Town, so how could Jianxing not know?

But even if he knew that the chances of passing the level with this group of newcomers were slim, he had to bite the bullet and hold on.

While there was still some time before the dungeon started, Jianxing shared the information about Quiet Town with everyone.

His voice was loud, and he did not avoid the three people in the Iron Armor Group 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. Once the number of deaths is too high, it is easy for the dungeon to be on the verge of being out of control."

"Even if it is for yourself, don't fight internally. Believe me, if this dungeon is out of control, even I may not have a chance to leave alive."

This sentence was obviously said to the three people in the Iron Armor Group.

The three people in the Iron Armor Group were thoughtful, but did not speak.

Jian Xing continued, "Quiet Town pays great attention to 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 name tag on his chest with the word "postman" written on it.

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

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

Wu Chang sighed. What Quiet Town? It should be renamed Sweatshop.

If you fail to meet the KPI in three days, you will be laid off directly. Even capitalists are not so ruthless.

Seeing that the transparent barrier that maintains the safe zone is crumbling, Jian Xing speeded up his speech.

"I don't know enough about other information. If we want to pass the Quiet Town, everyone must work together. We will come here every day or every two days to exchange information according to our own situation."

"If anyone collects clues about the missing earl, or how to enter the earl's manor, be sure to contact me immediately. My profession is an editor, 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 dungeon officially began.

The dungeon has divided the residences and work areas for the players. After simply exchanging their professional information, everyone dispersed on the spot.

Entering the dungeon, in addition to the identity cards, each player has a map in his hand, and the map marks the various areas of the town.

Wu Chang first controlled his true self to get rid of others, recovered 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 about the first industrial revolution after the magic change.

There are huge steamships in the world, with post offices and newspapers, but there are no electric lights.

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

The prevalence of maritime trade has brought vitality to many remote islands and built neat and beautiful towns.

Briver is one of them.

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

It is called a post office, but it is actually only the size of three or four newsstands. The whole building is bright red, which looks like a large fire hydrant. Even at night, it is very eye-catching.

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

The post office is divided into two areas. The outside is the office area for the postman, and the inside is a lounge with a bed.

There is an employment notice on the wall at the entrance, which says that due to the suicide of the previous postman in the town, after work coordination, the new postman is about to arrive in the town.

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

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

He was called this name when he was in the Moonlight Sanatorium, and he was used to it.

It must be said that the post office administrator in the small town really likes red. Not only is the outside of the post office red, but even the inside of the post office can be seen everywhere.

However, these reds looked more and more strange, until he walked to the work station 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 to smell it. There was a bloody smell.

The walls of the house were covered with blood.

If nothing unexpected happened, it was the blood of the previous postman.

Such a large area of ​​bleeding, but the notice at the door said suicide.

He could imagine the deceased in the notice cutting his throat while taking his last breath and trying to spray blood everywhere.

It was similar to the suicide by six shots in the back.

In this building that was comparable to the scene of a B-level plasma film, ordinary people would not be able to stay there for a moment.

But Wu Chang had experienced two copies, saw hundreds of paranoid patients rot and deform, and saw thousands of bandits transformed into frozen meat neatly arranged.

In comparison, a small scene like a room full of plasma 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 and lit it, and read the newspapers stored in the post office.

Some of the above are local news about Briver Island, and some are news about Briver Island mentioned by the outside world.

These news had already been sorted out and tagged, saving him a lot of effort.

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

"Under the leadership of Earl Jermaine, the town of Briver has been free of any security incidents for five consecutive years. The king recognized Earl Jermaine's performance and awarded Ogre the Silver Port Medal."

Wu Chang looked at the blood all over the wall. There had been no security incidents in five years. Here?

Just as he was about to continue reading the newspaper, he suddenly had an idea and noticed a gaze staring at him.

He raised his head and saw a huge face pressed against the glass window facing him.

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

Now that Wu Chang found out, the man put down his hand, opened the door and walked in.

"Are you the new postman?"

Wu Chang asked doubtfully: "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, a short neck, and thick limbs, as strong as a bear.

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

Wu Chang glanced at the dark night and asked, "Mr. Marty, what's the matter with you?"

Marty grinned, revealing his jagged teeth with yellow spots, and said with a smile:

"As a local, I have the obligation to tell you that our Briver Island is a place that respects the rules very much. Everyone should complete their work in time 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 can have enough professional ethics to face up to your work and not be so arrogant, lazy, stupid! Pathetic! and selfish like your predecessor!"

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

After yelling, Marty regained his composure and smiled gently.

"Anyway, I hope you will work hard and send every email well. Thank you."

Wu Chang looked at Marty intently and did not respond.

Although Marty's threat is sincere and full of emotion, as a warning, it is 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.