Chapter 2530: Rustling Down (25)

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A slight sound came from outside the window. Schiller, who was feeling sleepy in the chair, woke up. After standing up and walking to the window, he found that the postman had arrived. It was the sound made by pressing down the sign on the mailbox.

Schiller pushed the door and walked out. The postman was a young Mexican-American guy. Seeing Schiller walk out, he showed a bright smile, waved his hand, and said, "Hello, sir, I heard you are a new resident."

"Yes, are you here specifically to greet me?" Schiller's thinking was still a bit slow. He realized that his words were a bit sharp, so he immediately added, "Please rest assured, I will not report a stranger carrying a mail bag. Perhaps this will give thieves an opportunity."

The postman realized he was joking, so he showed another smile and said, "Although I would like to do that, my working hours are very tight, and many people have moved in recently. I can't greet every household, so I can only wait until they have their first letter."

"Do I have mail?"

"Of course." The postman took a letter out of the mail bag, but didn't hand it directly to Schiller, but put it into the mailbox that had already been opened, and then said, "It was mailed last night, but it didn't indicate the address and sender. Perhaps you can take a look."

The postman stood at the door waiting. For this kind of mysterious letter, he generally has to determine that it is not a dangerous letter or a threat. If it is, the resident will ask him to testify. It would be too troublesome to run back then. The best way is to wait in place before the police arrive.

Schiller took the letter out of the mailbox. He appreciated the postman's caution. Perhaps this is the biggest reason he can work in a wealthy area.

There was indeed no general identification label on the envelope, which proved that this was an anonymous letter. And when the envelope was turned over, Schiller was stunned.

The back of the envelope was written in crooked Chinese. As a Chinese person in his previous life, Schiller felt it was ghost-drawing at first glance. No wonder the postman's smile was a bit strange.

But he was too familiar with these ghost-drawings, and the content of the ghost-drawings also indicated the sender of this letter. After careful identification, it was written "Hello, A-Zhi."

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

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

"Sorry, sir, I can't see the mailing process of anonymous letters. If you want to check, you may need to run to the post office, but there is no guarantee of results. The management of the post office here is not strict, and we always receive all kinds of strange letters."

"Okay, thank you." Schiller took out two small tips and handed them to the postman, saying, "If there are letters of this kind in the future, please pay attention."

"I will, generous sir, but what does 'letters of this kind' refer to..."

"It's the letters with this kind of symbol drawn on the cover."

"That, I wanted to ask before..." The postman rubbed his hands and asked a bit embarrassedly, "Is that some religious or magic symbol? Will there be curses or something?"

"This is Chinese, just written a bit strangely. It is not a magic symbol, and there is no curse. You can rest assured."

The postman was obviously relieved, waved his hand at Schiller, and after getting on his bicycle, said, "If you confirm that you have received a threatening letter, you can go to the police station to report the case, and then let them adjust the monitoring to see when the letter was mixed in. Perhaps you can find some useful clues. Goodbye."

"Thank you, goodbye."

Schiller took the letter back to the room, sat in the chair he had sat in before, turned the letter to the front again, looked at the four Chinese characters 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 familiar to Chinese people, but had a set of its own understanding, drawing whichever stroke was closer from left to right first.

And the square characters that should have been square were written into a round body that was dragged very long like letters. All the squares were turned into a circle from right to left.

Simply put, there is a beauty of creating new characters after China joined the Soviet Union one day.

Schiller had such a deep impression of this special font that he didn't even need to look at the content to know that the sender must be Anatoli.

Schiller observed the four characters carefully again. They were uglier than what he saw in his previous life. Anatoli must have been drinking.

Before tearing open the envelope, Schiller had never prayed so devoutly that the main text was not written in Chinese, otherwise his next few days would have to be spent on code-breaking.

Fortunately, after tearing open the envelope, the main text inside was slightly sloppy Russian. Although it was also a bunch of circles, at least it didn't carry the spiritual pollution effect of the magic-modified mother tongue, and it was barely readable.

"Long time no see, A-Zhi.

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

I know you met an annoying guy recently, but at the same time, he also brought you exciting news, because that more annoying country still embarked on the path of decline they were destined to take.

What I want to talk to you about is my current work. You should know that in addition to the countless living beings above the surface, there are countless eyes watching this universe within the deepest space.

If you compare the universe 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 power.

I am trying to get a glimpse of this part of the scenery, so I have no time to leave for the time being, but I left something for you in an interesting universe. You can go find it, just as entertainment activities besides moving.

Your doctor, Anatoli."

After reading the letter, Schiller sighed again, only to say that everyone will encounter the riddle-maker destined for them.

Through this letter, Schiller confirmed the following things.

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

As for why he is alive, this matter is very important, because in Schiller's previous life, when Schiller met Anatoli in the research institute when he was a child, he was already not young. And after decades passed, Schiller grew up, Anatoli was already old, and his body was very bad. By the time he had an accident, he was already hovering on the edge of death.

There may be many reasons why he didn't die, but Schiller speculated that the most likely one was the compensation given to him by God.

It was said before that in order not to let Lucifer collapse, 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 Anatoli.

Although this matter saved Anatoli who was committing suicide at the time, and Anatoli also taught Lucifer a lesson, all the tragedies that happened afterward originated from this.

More importantly, Lucifer's regret for Anatoli was obviously greater than anger, and God couldn't bear to let Lucifer's friend die like this, so the subsequent crossing and the later death-but-not-death might be God's handwriting.

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

Another important thing is that Anatoli found a communication channel with him, and he will have a hard time stopping in the coming days.

As for whether this letter was sent by Anatoli, there is no need to doubt at all. Except for him, no one can write this style of Chinese characters. It belongs to a unique anti-counterfeiting mark.

To say why he would write this style of Chinese characters, it has to start from the life in the research institute. Schiller remembered that there was no Chinese teacher specifically teaching foreigners Chinese in the research institute, only language teachers teaching Chinese people, and this kind of language teacher would not speak Russian, and the translator who could speak Russian would not teach Chinese.

Anatoli's Chinese was a wild path, especially writing. This is a language with high writing difficulty. Without a teacher, it is almost impossible to learn.

Especially Anatoli had no patience and didn't want to write stroke by stroke according to the dictionary, so he followed the writing style of Russian, focusing on the fact that Chinese people can understand it.

Chinese people can indeed understand it. As a native speaker, even if only a few strokes are in the place where they should be, and the whole article only has a god-like resemblance, it is still barely understandable.

This kind of writing style where the form is scattered and the spirit is also scattered is not something ordinary people can imitate. Even if they can imitate the appearance, they cannot imitate the charm that looks like it was written after drinking two catties of vodka. It can be said to be the best anti-counterfeiting mark.

Schiller was not very excited about Anatoli's letter, because he knew that this meant more trouble.

Sure enough, before the afternoon, the postman pressed the sign on the mailbox again. Schiller went out to see, and it was another letter with ghost-drawings on the cover.

"Seriously, sir, is this friend of yours really not a wizard from China?" The postman looked a bit uneasy. He seemed to be convinced that the ghost-drawings on the cover had certain magic power.

Schiller shook his head gently. He reached out and took the letter out directly, then handed the envelope to the postman and said, "You take it to find a place to burn it."

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

The postman looked at the envelope with great surprise. He really felt that the symbols drawn on the envelope had aesthetic feeling, so he carefully stuffed the envelope Schiller handed him back into the bag.

Taking the letter back again, Schiller found that this letter was about some interesting things mentioned in the previous letter. The letter still didn't write what this was, but described more specifically where Anatoli put these things.

"... My hometown is cold and empty. Heavy snow will bury the house until only the weather vane on the roof remains, rotating in the howling cold wind, making a harsh creaking sound, making people want to drink and fall asleep by the fireplace...

After going out, there is a lake. Opposite the lake is a large forest. In winter, the leaves will fall off, snow falls on the branches, and when the wind passes through the forest, it looks like a brown-black train is passing by on the other side of the lake.

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

I knew Anatoli must have drunk a lot, Schiller thought.