Thriller Paradise Chapter 708: The Ghost Postman (7)

Feng Bujue did not spend too much time on this second homeowner, because when he reported to "Sixteen", the other party accepted the letter.

[Side task progress update]

【Send all letters before midnight, current progress 2/13】

The system voice sounded at the right time, and the content in the taskbar changed accordingly.

"Damn..." The second homeowner's reaction was exactly the same as the first. He took the letter angrily and turned around to slam the door.

Brother Jue has quick eyes and quick feet. He stretched the toe cap into the door and grabbed the door handle from the outside, rushing: "Wait, I have another question."

"What?" the owner answered impatiently.

"Do you have any relatives in this town...?" Feng Bujue asked.

"Huh?" The host replied in a very inexplicable tone, "Why do you ask?" He paused for half a second, then answered, "I have no relatives, and none of them."

After that, he turned around and walked away without even closing the door.

"Hey! Hey!" Feng Bujue yelled twice, but the other party completely ignored him, listening to the sound of footsteps... the guy seemed to have walked upstairs.

After that, Brother Jue tried to break in again, but the gap in the door was very narrow, and the chain lock inside the door was also very strong...After three minutes of trying, he had to give up.

"There is a problem..." Feng Bujue was still reading when he returned to the bike, "There is definitely a problem..." He pedaled forward, thinking sharply, "How do I feel this guy and the first The owner is the same person... Could it be that after receiving my letter at No. 3 First Avenue, this guy came to No. 9 Second Avenue and pretended to be the second owner?" He shook his head slightly, "Well...it doesn't seem to be too bad. Maybe, I’m still riding fast. And it’s the shortest route. Even if he has a motorcycle or a horse... he wants to bypass me and arrive early, the time is tight. Unless... that There is a tunnel under the two houses, and there is some kind of transportation in the tunnel that is faster than a bicycle, otherwise he can't do this."

Mind here. He briefly reviewed the plot and soundtrack of the classic film "Tunnel Warfare" in his mind, and then... overturned the above assumptions.

"Well...Even if they are not the same person, they must be connected." Feng Bujue then thought, "Although I didn't see his face clearly, no matter the voice, posture, or even tone of voice, it shows that these two people are Very similar..." He carefully recalled the conversation with the second homeowner. "From the performance of Fatty #2 (which is naturally the temporary code given by Brother Jue), he doesn't seem to be lying. At least he thinks... he has no other relatives in the town."

Brother Jue raised his hand and scratched his head: "Could it be because...decades ago... Did the father of Fatty No. 1 often go to Fatty No. 2's house? Or the father of Fatty No. 2 often went there? Fatty One is walking around? Or is Fatty One’s mother often..." He shrugged and stopped this meaningless speculation, "Well... In fact, these situations seem to be classified into the same situation... …" After he understood. He said again, "Then leave the possibility that they are brothers for the time being, and think about other assumptions..."

That’s it, he was riding the bike while thinking...

About five minutes later, Jue's eyes flashed and the corners of his mouth smiled: "Yes!"

The next second, he muttered in a low voice, "The clone..."

As the saying goes-"Mental patients have broad thinking." Although Brother Jue is not a patient, he is indeed different mentally from ordinary people, and his thinking... can be described as a breakthrough in the sky.

"Yes... if you think so. It makes sense." Feng Bujue said confidently. "That sentence,'There is no relative,' can also be explained by this conclusion."

As he thought about it, he happened to arrive at the address of the recipient of the third letter: [Third Avenue, 7th. 】

This is another two-story house. There is no mailbox in front of the house, and the turf in front of the house is yellow. The structure and shape of the house. It is no different from the previous two households.

Papa--

"Open the door, open the door, open the door!" This time, Brother Jue simply omitted the question "Is there anyone?". He directly slapped the door and called for someone to come out and open the door, as if he had come to ransack his home.

Soon. There was another movement in the room.

The second floor, fat man, slippers...you know.

More than a minute later, the door opened a crack, and a fat figure stood in the shadow, asking angrily: "Who are you looking for?"

"Postman." Feng Bujue stared blankly, and said coldly, "Deliver the letter." He picked up the ID and shook it in front of the other party, then handed the envelope, "Let me guess... you don't want to accept it." Really?"

Fatty No. 3 froze for a few seconds, then nodded like a sieve: "Hmm! No!"

"Are you asking me to report your instruction code before you accept it?" Feng Bujue stretched out the tone and asked with a dead eye.

"Uh... yes." Fatty #3 replied.

"Ah..." Ge Ge sighed, "Let me confirm first...How many digits is your code?"

"Three...three digits." Fatty number three replied somewhat reluctantly.

"Niang Xipi..." Feng Bujue cursed fiercely, and then said to his heart, "Three digits...It's not impossible to guess. Fortunately, it's just to report more than 800 numbers. Ten The report will definitely be completed within five minutes... But according to this trend, the code afterwards is likely to be longer... In case you give me a seven-digit number later, even if I use the speed of tongue twister to read it until dark, I can’t finish it. Ah..."

"Do you...do you know the code?" Fatty No. 3 saw that his brother was embarrassed, so he continued, "If you don't know, go back!"

"Hmm..." Feng Bujue thought for two seconds, then replied, "Assuming...please note ~IndoMTL.com~ is just an assumption, if I don't know, then...where should I go to get it? Where is your command code?"

"Only the ghost postman knows everyone's command code." Fatty #3 replied.

"What?" Brother Jue was stunned for half a second, and then said, "I said...You shouldn't want to yin me, right?"

"Where do you start?" Fatty No. 3 asked rhetorically.

"You should be clear...talking to the ghost postman will be attacked by him with a'soul electric shock'." Feng Bujue said.

"Yes." Fatty No. 3 replied in a natural tone, "So everyone writes to him." He paused, "Who would be stupid enough to talk to him."

"Fatty man, you wait for me..." The next second, Feng Bujue turned his head and left, still cursing.

Combined with the content in the "Workbook", Fatty #3's answer should be credible. At this time, Brother Jue finally realized... this side task was far from being as simple as it seemed. Whether it can be completed before midnight depends on the next progress...... (to be continued)

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