In those days of Plants vs. Zombies

Chapter 648 A Letter Delivered to the Door

Mo Chen remembered perfectly where he had put the key—in his own secret space.

With a thought, a seemingly ordinary mailbox key appeared out of thin air in Mo Chen's palm.

The key was indeed with him, but the safe had been tampered with.

Something's wrong, something's very wrong.

Mo Chen immediately contacted Xiao Da and asked her to access the surveillance footage from the War Courtyard and focus on investigating the area where he was currently located.

Xiao Da quickly sent back the surveillance video of the corresponding area, adding a note that everything was normal and there was nothing unusual.

Mo Chen clicked on the video, and just as Xiao Da said, since the opening of courtyard No. 5905, the mailbox located at the entrance of the battlefield in the front yard has never been touched.

In the picture, the dark green metal mailbox stands alone by the fence, like a silent reef.

The timeline leaps by, from day to night, from clear skies to torrential rain, from a quiet dawn to a bustling dusk...

Apart from the occasional gust of wind that would scatter a few fallen leaves next to the mailbox, there was nothing else unusual about it.

The mailbox lid remained firmly in place, but Mo Chen's brows furrowed even more deeply.

He adjusted the time to dusk today, when the mailbox was still working perfectly.

Frame by frame, Mo Chen slowly moved the progress bar, his eyes fixed on the screen of his personal terminal, unwilling to miss even the slightest clue.

The scene shifted, light and shadow overlapped, and suddenly, his pupils contracted sharply, clearly indicating that he had noticed something amiss.

Just as night fell, and the plant warriors on the front-yard battlefield were changing shifts, a momentary "snow noise" appeared at the location of the mailbox in the scene.

The noise appeared for a very short time, less than a millisecond, but Mo Chen still managed to catch it.

The surveillance video froze, the edges of the noise were somewhat blurry, but after magnification, Mo Chen could vaguely see a slight distortion.

It seemed as if an invisible hand touched and opened the mailbox lid, then stuffed something inside.

What... is going on?

Mo Chen pondered to himself, such an incredible ability, which made it difficult for the courtyard's surveillance cameras to detect much of a trace, must be something only a chosen one could accomplish.

He took a screenshot and sent it to Xiao Da, intending for her to investigate carefully whether the courtyard had detected anything unusual at the same time.

After closing the terminal, Mo Chen's gaze returned to the mailbox.

Is it a trap? Or something else?

Mo Chen took a small step back and cautiously released his plant spiritual power to probe the mailbox.

Although the mailbox's outer wall was made of special materials that could block the detection of plant spirit power, Mo Chen was still able to easily detect the situation inside the mailbox due to the gaps.

The mailbox, which was originally empty, now seems to have an extra letter.

[It seems to be... a letter, is it for me?]

Mo Chen had heard other homeowners talk about the mailbox at the entrance of the courtyard. This mailbox would receive letters addressed to the homeowner.

In the outer ring, it was frequently visited by imperial troops to issue challenges to the courtyard, arrogantly informing their opponents that they were about to launch an invasion.

Such outrageous behavior is a complete challenge to the dignity of the courtyard and the homeowner.

For this reason, many homeowners simply shut down their mailboxes, often leaving the Imperial soldiers or professional units responsible for issuing challenges empty-handed.

Just as Mo Chen was filled with doubt, Xiao Da replied to his message.

At the same time, the courtyard detected an extremely subtle spacetime fluctuation, but did not detect any external life signals.

Now Mo Chen was certain that the newcomer had probably used a Chosen Technique related to "time and space".

Those who can awaken such a chosen skill are no ordinary people.

Why would such an important person come to an inconspicuous, ordinary courtyard, just to deliver a letter?

Mo Chen was utterly baffled by this.

Staring at the mailbox in front of him, Mo Chen unconsciously stroked the mailbox key in his hand.

The coolness of the metal spread from his palm outwards, but it couldn't suppress the doubts that had already settled in his mind.

The snow-like noise in the video, appearing in less than a millisecond; the subtle temporal fluctuations captured in the courtyard; the letter that suddenly appeared in the mailbox...

Every move was like a meticulously designed chess game, and he was the player who was forced to make a move.

Mo Chen took a deep breath, adjusted his state, and raised his vigilance to the highest level.

He looked around to make sure no one was nearby before slowly stepping forward and gently lifting the mailbox lid.

It wasn't a trap, nor was it anything strange; lying quietly in the mailbox was really just a letter.

The envelope was the most ordinary off-white color, without any patterns or even a seal.

It lay there all alone at the bottom of the mailbox, looking out of place against the cold metal walls around it.

Mo Chen did not reach out to take it directly, but instead released his plant spiritual power again to examine it carefully.

The envelope was devoid of any spiritual energy, toxins, curses, or fingerprints; it was almost too clean.

So ordinary, so ordinary it raises suspicion.

Mo Chen held his breath, channeled his plant spiritual energy to create a protective barrier on his hand, reached into the mailbox, and pinched the edge of the envelope.

The letter felt very realistic to the touch, and the texture of the envelope paper was clearly visible. After confirming several times that there was nothing wrong, Mo Chen took out the letter.

I held it in my hand and weighed it; it was very light, almost weightless.

I opened the envelope and took out the letter inside, only to find that it was completely blank.

Mo Chen gently stroked the letter, and soon a guess came to him.

He placed the letter on one finger, then channeled his plant energy, igniting a cluster of flames at his fingertip.

In the flickering firelight, it wasn't long before several lines of writing appeared on the letter.

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Hi, sir, you must be Mo Chen, the owner of courtyard number 5905.

Have you been troubled by a hazy, dreamlike dream these past few days?

Perhaps you have already encountered a beautiful nun in that dream?

If you would like to know the story of that nun, please meet me at this coordinate location in Abandoned City 59 before midnight.

Remember, come alone. In the name of the Fool, I extend this invitation to you alone.

I sincerely hope this letter will not disturb your peace tonight.

I am extremely, very much looking forward to your arrival, and I hope you will not disappoint me.

—From the Masked Society, a friend who wants to be your friend.

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Mo Chen's expression changed drastically. The nun mentioned by the other party was none other than Adele, whom he always saw in his dreams.

What is the relationship between the person who sent this letter and that enchanting mushroom spirit?

He had previously asked Xiao Da to find the Enchanting Mushroom Spirit named Adele Esmode, but to no avail.

It's as if the other party is an unregistered person, who doesn't exist in the federally registered population database at all.

He gripped the letter tightly in his hand, and with a slight force, the edges of the letter turned white between his fingers. But soon, Mo Chen slowly loosened his grip and smoothed the letter back down.

Gazing at the words on the letter, Mo Chen's eyes became deep and sharp.

This guy who claims to be from the Masked Society not only knows my name and courtyard number, but also knows about Adele's existence...

This is no coincidence; it's clearly aimed at me.

So, should I go to this location to keep my appointment and meet the 'friend' who wrote this letter?