Chapter 2567: Whistling Down (Twenty-Five)

Chapter 2541: Xiaoxiao Down (Twenty-Five)

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A slight sound came from the window, and Schiller, who was sleeping in the chair, woke up. He stood up and walked to the window, and found that it was the postman who came. That was the sound of pressing the sign on the mailbox.

Schiller pushed the door open and walked out. The postman was a young Mexican guy. When he saw Schiller coming out, he smiled brightly, waved and said, "Hello, sir, I heard that you are a new resident."

"Yes, did you come here to say hello to me?" Schiller's thinking was still a little slow. He realized that his words were a bit sharp, so he immediately added: "Don't worry, I won't report a stranger with a postman's bag. Maybe this will give thieves an opportunity."

The postman realized that he was joking, so he smiled again and said, "Although I would like to do this, my work schedule is very tight, and many people have moved in recently. I can't go door to door to greet them, so I can only come when they have the first letter. "

"Do I have a letter?"

"Of course." The postman took a letter out of the postman's bag, but did not hand it directly to Schiller. Instead, he put it into the mailbox that had been opened, and then said: "It was sent last night, but it doesn't indicate the address and sender. Maybe you can take a look."

The postman stood at the door waiting. For mysterious letters like this, he usually had to make sure that it was not a dangerous letter or a threatening letter. If it was, the resident would ask him to testify. At that time, it would be too troublesome to run back. The best way was to wait there before the police came.

Schiller took the letter out of the mailbox. He admired the postman's caution. Perhaps this was the biggest reason why he could work in the rich area.

There was indeed no ordinary identification label on the envelope, which proved that it was an anonymous letter. When he turned the envelope over, Schiller was stunned.

There were crooked Chinese characters on the back of the envelope. Schiller, who was a Chinese in his previous life, thought it was a strange letter when he first saw it. No wonder the postman's smile was a little strange.

But he was very familiar with these strange letters, and the content of the strange letters also revealed the sender of the letter. After careful identification, it said "Hello, Ah Zhi".

"Is it a strange letter?" asked the postman.

Schiller hesitated for more than ten seconds without saying anything, but he still said: "It was sent by an acquaintance of mine. Do you know how it was sent?"

"Sorry, sir, I can't see the mailing process of anonymous letters. If you want to check, you may need to go to the post office, but there may not be any results. The post office here is not strictly managed, and we always receive all kinds of strange letters."

"Okay, thank you." Schiller took out two tips and handed them to the postman and said: "If there are such letters in the future, please pay attention to them."

"I will, generous sir, but 'such letters' refer to..."

"It's the letter with this symbol on the cover."

"That, I wanted to ask before..." The postman rubbed his hands, and there was A little embarrassed, he asked, "Is that a religious or magic symbol? Is there a curse?"

"This is Chinese, but it's written a little strangely. It's not a magic symbol, and there's no curse. Don't worry."

The postman was obviously relieved, waved to Schiller, and said after getting on his bicycle, "If you confirm that you have received a threatening letter, you can go to the police station to report it, and then ask them to check the surveillance to see when the letter was mixed in. Maybe you can find some useful clues. Goodbye."

"Thank you, goodbye."

Schiller took the letter back to the room and sat on the chair he sat on before. He turned the letter over again, looked at the four Chinese characters that he hadn't seen for a long time, and sighed helplessly.

Each of these four characters was written in one stroke, but it was not written in the order of connected strokes that the Chinese were familiar with, but had its own understanding. From left to right, the stroke that was closer was drawn first.

Moreover, the square characters that were supposed to be square were written as long-drawn round bodies like letters, and all the squares were turned into a circle from right to left.

Simply put, there is a kind of beauty that one day China will create a new language after joining the Soviet Union.

Schiller was so impressed by this special font that he knew that the sender must be Anatoly without even reading the content.

Schiller carefully observed the four characters again. They were uglier than those he had seen in his previous life. Anatoly must have drunk.

Before opening the envelope, Schiller had never prayed so devoutly that the text must not be written in Chinese, otherwise he would have to spend the next few days deciphering the code.

Fortunately, after opening the envelope, the text inside was in slightly sloppy Russian. Although there were also a lot of circles, it was at least not accompanied by the mental pollution effect of the magic mother tongue, and it was barely readable.

"Long time no see, Azhi.

I heard that you have learned that I am still alive and have recently moved to a new home, so I sent you this letter.

I know you recently met a nasty guy, but at the same time he also brought you an exciting news, because that more nasty country is still on the road of decline they are destined to take.

I want to talk to you about my current job. You should know that in addition to the countless creatures on the surface, there are countless eyes watching the universe in the deepest space.

If the universe is compared to a Rubik's Cube, and you stay in the cube, no matter how the Rubik's Cube is turned, you think it is your own will, but in fact, the hand holding the Rubik's Cube is the most important motivation.

I am trying to take a peek at this part of the scenery, so I don't have time to leave for the time being, but I left you something in an interesting universe. You can go and find it, just as an entertainment activity after moving.

Your doctor, Anatoly. "

After reading the letter, Schiller sighed again. It can only be said that everyone will meet the Riddler destined for him.

Through this letter, Schiller confirmed the following things.

Anatole is indeed still alive and continues to pay attention to the universe. It seems that he is pursuing some secrets in the depths of the universe.

As for why he is alive, this is very important because in Schiller's previous life, when Schiller met Anatoly in the institute as a child, he was no longer young. After decades, Schiller grew up, Anatoly was old and in poor health. Before his accident, he was already on the verge of death.

There may be many reasons why he didn't die, but Schiller speculated that the most likely reason was God's compensation for him.

As mentioned before, in order to prevent Lucifer from God sent Schiller's soul away, but didn't want the little boy to die, so Lucifer randomly pulled a soul over, and this soul might be Anatoly.

Although this incident saved Anatoly, who was suicidal at the time, and Anatoly taught Lucifer a lesson, all the tragedies that happened later were caused by this.

More importantly, Lucifer's regret for Anatoly was obviously greater than his anger, and God couldn't bear to let Lucifer's friend die like this, so maybe the subsequent crossing and the dying were all God's work.

Otherwise, it is really hard to explain how an ordinary person's soul can travel through so many worlds and still be alive and kicking.

Another important thing is that Anatoly found a communication channel with him, and it was difficult for him to disappear in the following days. Stop.

As for whether this letter was sent by Anatoly, there is no need to doubt it. No one except him can write Chinese characters in this style. The unique anti-counterfeiting mark belongs to him.

To say why he can write Chinese characters in this style, we have to start from the life in the institute. Schiller remembered that there was no Chinese teacher who taught foreigners Chinese in the institute, only Chinese teachers who taught Chinese, and these Chinese teachers did not know Russian, and the translators who knew Russian did not teach Chinese.

Anatoly's Chinese is unconventional, especially writing. This is a bizarre language with high writing difficulty. It is almost impossible to learn without a teacher.

In particular, Anatoly has no patience and does not want to write stroke by stroke according to the dictionary, so he follows the Russian writing style, focusing on As long as a Chinese can understand it, it's fine.

Chinese people can understand it. As native speakers, even if only a few strokes are in the right place and the whole text is similar in spirit, they can still barely understand it.

This kind of writing style with scattered form and spirit is not something that ordinary people can imitate. Even if they can imitate the appearance, they can't imitate the charm that can be seen from drinking two kilograms of vodka. It can be said to be the best anti-counterfeiting mark.

Schiller was not very excited about Anatoly's letter, because he knew it meant more trouble.

Sure enough, before even the afternoon, the postman pressed the sign on the mailbox again. Schiller went out and saw that it was another letter with ghostly talismans on the cover.

"Seriously, sir, is your friend really not a wizard from China?" The postman still looked a little nervous. He seemed to be sure that the ghostly talismans on the cover had certain magic power.

Schiller shook his head slightly, reached out and took out the letter inside, then handed the envelope to the postman and said, "Just take it and burn it somewhere. "

The postman was so scared that he almost threw the envelope away. Schiller said, "This is witchcraft from the ancient East, which can keep you safe."

The postman looked at the envelope in surprise. He really thought the symbols on the envelope were very beautiful, so he carefully put the envelope Schiller handed to him back into his bag.

Take the letter back again, Schiller found that this letter contained some interesting things mentioned in the previous letter. The letter still did not say what it was, but described more specifically where Anatoly put these things.

"...My hometown is cold and empty. The heavy snow will bury the house until only the weather vane on the roof is left. It rotates in the howling cold wind, making a creaking and harsh sound, making people want to fall asleep by the fireplace after drinking...

There is a lake outside, and across from the lake is a large forest. In winter, all the leaves fall off, and snow falls on the branches. When the wind blows through the woods, it looks like a brown-black train is passing by on the other side of the lake.

Do you remember the big pile of comics I brought you one day? There is a story I like very much in it, which is full of American arrogance and their deconstruction of us, but I still like this absurd story very much..."

I know Anatoly must have drunk a lot, Schiller thought.