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

The bloodstains on Marty's body are very artistic. They are not simple bloodstains, blood mist or thorn-shaped bloodstains, but a big red flying bird, or an eagle with its wings spread.

Under Wu Chang's gaze, the big blood-red eagle flapped its wings, flew out of Marty's body, and pounced on his face.

In the whistling sound of the flapping wings, he saw the scene in the resentment.

The owner of the resentment was the previous postman, who wore a superhero-style yellow tights under the red postman uniform.

He sat behind his desk, concentrating on sorting out the materials on the table, standardizing the useful information, and if necessary, making them into clippings.

The remaining materials for his clippings were the newspapers that Wu Chang had found in the post office before.

Dong Dong Dong.

The door of the post office was knocked.

The person knocking on the door was a middle-aged man with anger on his face. Without waiting for the superhero to say come in, he pushed the door and walked in.

"Hey, new guy, you haven't delivered mail for three days. Can I get my mail before dark today?"

"Who are you?"

"Blacksmith Jon."

The superhero was busy collecting information and had no time to deal with the townspeople.

He picked up a pile of letters and threw them in front of Johnny.

"I'm busy, find it yourself."

Jon didn't do anything, and said coldly: "It's your job to deliver the mail to the mailbox at every door."

The superhero had a bad temper. He glanced at Jon and snorted: "Where did the giant baby come from? Don't you have hands?"

Jon was angered by this sentence. He slammed the table and shouted:

"Damn parasite, listen carefully, in this town, no one can treat work and other people like this! Believe me, you will regret it!"

The superhero paused while tidying up the newspaper, "You are so angry, why don't you call the police."

Jon: "You!"

The superhero stood up and said sarcastically: "The crime of calling the police is that I didn't put your mail into the mailbox in time, which made things difficult for you, a disabled person. Let's see if the laws of the kingdom can sentence me."

"Oh, by the way, you can also complain to the police and say that I bullied you."

After that, the superhero knocked Jon down with a punch and dragged Jon's legs out of the police post office.

He stood at the door of the post office, grabbed Jon's legs, and started spinning on the spot, playing with the windmill.

He didn't know how many times he spun, he slowly stopped, threw Jon to the ground, Jon didn't have time to say anything, ran to the bushes on the side of the road and retched wildly.

The superhero snorted coldly and returned to his workstation to continue clipping newspapers.

Until the sun set, he was about to light the oil lamp, and when he looked up, he found Marty's big face pressed against the window.

"Another blind man." He pushed the door open and was ready to repeat the old trick to teach the townspeople a lesson.

Who knew that the moment he saw him, Marty seemed to be possessed by something, and his already tall and strong body swelled again.

On the contrary, the superhero's body softened and his movements became sluggish.

Marty had a harpoon in his hand, and at a speed that the superhero couldn't dodge, he stabbed it into his stomach.

"No, you don't have martial ethics..." The superhero's eyes went black, and the camera went black.

The camera lit up again, and he had appeared at an open-air pier.

The dock was very desolate, with no boats moored and no cargo piled up. Only a bronze statue stood in front of him.

The superhero was tied to a wooden frame, with rags stuffed in his mouth, unable to speak or move.

The huge Marty came out of the shadows with a fish-killing knife in his hand. He said viciously: "You lowly thing, you have betrayed the islanders' trust in you!"

"Don't you want to be punished by law? Then I will tell you what the islanders' law is!"

Marty picked up the fish-killing knife and stabbed it into the superhero's back. He cut two incisions along both sides of the spine, inserted his hands into the wounds, and forcibly broke the superhero's ribs. Then he grabbed the superhero's lungs and pulled them out of the two wounds.

The lungs pulled out from the back quickly shrank after being exposed to the air, like a pair of shrunken wings.

The superhero, who was twitching wildly in pain, was like an eagle accumulating strength and preparing to spread its wings and fly.

At the end of the illusion, when the superhero had one breath left, he was taken back to the newspaper office and hung in the center of the newspaper office.

The two lung lobes were pierced by the iron hook and stretched to both sides. A hollow iron rod was inserted into it, filling it with air and turning it into two plump wings.

Finally, a red blood eagle soared in the post office.

"Lazy outsider, this is what you deserve!"

With Marty's final curse, the illusion in his resentment dissipated.

Not surprisingly, the superhero who died under such torture gave birth to a bloody last word in his resentment.

[I haven't worked for three days, and I've been punished so badly. I want to lock Marty up and make him unable to work all the time. See if he will go crazy! ]

Well...

How should I put it? After seeing the bloody last words of the superhero, Wu Chang didn't know where to complain.

He thought the bloody last words of the superhero would be "Aminos, Marty, pretend to be cool and I'll let you fly!"

After all, in Marty's hands, the superhero turned into a bloody eagle and flew a bit. In return, Marty should also fly once.

As a result, he was beaten to a pulp, and his revenge was to stop Marty from working.

You are a genius.

But it’s reasonable. Thinking back to the gamblers who were obsessed with gambling in the Moonlight Sanatorium, and the iron-headed boy who knew there was danger but still insisted on seeing what happened to Gui Cailin in Peaceful Years, after staying in the Abyss Game for a long time, Some people's brain circuits do become abnormal.

The knocking sound on the table woke Wu Chang out of his thoughts. He raised his head and faced Marty's big face.

"Mr. Sean, did you hear what I just said?"

Wu Chang shook his head and said, "Sorry, I was too sleepy and was a little distracted just now. What did you say?"

Marty repeated: "I said I would have an email from me in two days, please get it here without delay."

"No problem, I will deliver it on the same day. You don't know, I love work so much, work is like my life!" Wu Chang said excitedly.

As he spoke, he looked up at the ceiling. After all, the one who wasn't working had already hung up.

Marty was stunned for a moment, then the threat on his face disappeared, revealing a simple and honest smile: "That's great, the town welcomes young people like you who are willing to work."

Seeing that Marty was about to leave, Wu Chang quickly stopped him and asked:

"Mr. Marty, there is something I want to confirm with you. Before coming to Briver, I worked as a postman in a big city. You know, those aristocratic gentlemen always like to mail some strange things, and they don't like to be Discover and call it privacy.”

"I was assigned here because I messed up a mail delivery."

"If you have special mail that you don't want others to see, you can inform me in advance and tell me a delivery method that will not be discovered, and I can arrange secret delivery for you."

Marty's eyes lit up after hearing this, "Mr. Sean, I'm sorry for my rudeness before. As a postman, you are so professional. My grocery store closes at four o'clock every afternoon. You can come in through the back door. That way No one will find out."

"If possible, please deliver the package in two days this way."

"No problem! Mr. Marty, I will definitely come to you!" Wu Chang promised, patting his chest.

After seeing Marty off, he packed up the post office and gathered his thoughts.

He carefully recalled the superhero's resentment, trying to get more information from it.

Before he could think about it for long, there was a knock on the post office door again.

When he opened the door, he found a red-haired policewoman standing at the door. She was wearing a full police uniform, with a police star badge representing the chief on her chest, and holding a black oil lamp in her hand. It looked like she had just completed a mission.

The badge on the policewoman's chest reads Morena.

"Good evening, Ms. Morena, how can I help?"

"Is there my mail here?" Morena asked.

"To be precise, tomorrow is my first day on the job, so I don't know if there is one."

Wu Chang glanced at the clock, which read half past two in the morning.

No, what is your daily routine in town? Do you always come to the post office in the middle of the night to pick up mail?

Morena showed a regretful expression, and after a brief silence, she said, "I'm here to inform you that after dawn, come to the police station."

"I just arrived on the island tonight, so I shouldn't have time to do anything illegal or disciplinary." Wu Chang joked.

"This is not to investigate you. As an employee of the postal system, you need to claim the belongings of your predecessor."