Thriller Paradise Chapter 707: The Ghost Postman (6)

"What did you say?" Feng Bujue's attitude was very tough. "Let me take it apart?" He snorted coldly, "Are you sick? What if it explodes?"

The owner was shocked: "Hey...you said, ‘this is just a letter, not a bomb’..."

"What am I talking about? Then I said let you receive the letter, do you listen?" Feng Bujue interrupted sharply, "Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and grab it. I have a dozen more letters here. I am very busy with the letter to be sent."

"No...I refuse." Although the host refused, he did not slam the door again, nor did he intend to drive off Brother Jue. After hesitating for a few seconds, he said, "If you want me Accept this letter and report my'instruction code'......"

"What code?" Feng Bujue asked suspiciously.

"Instruction code." The owner repeated it again.

"What is that?" Brother Jue asked again.

"Don't you know...hehehe..." The owner suddenly laughed, "Then I'm sorry, I can't..."

"Hold on." Feng Bujue interrupted the other party again, "As long as you say the'command code', this letter...you have to accept it, right?"

The owner swallowed nervously: "If you can tell...I'll take the letter."

"Oh..." Feng Bujue nodded, and then began to flicker, "When I went out, the chief told me a lot of instruction codes, and I was a little confused for a while..." He squinted at the other side. , Tentatively asked, "Your code... is it in numbers or in English?"

"All instruction codes are numbers." The owner quickly replied, but after the words were spoken, he was taken aback again, "Eh? Have English codes been introduced now?"

"That's right." Feng Bujue's great specialty. Just talk nonsense seriously, "There is also the kind of mixed English and numbers." He paused, "Oh... by the way, how many digits is your code?"

"Uh...a single number..." the host replied in a deep voice.

"A single number?" Feng Bujue looked at the dark figure behind the door with an expression like "Are you tm kidding me?", and was silent for a moment. Then he said in a questioning tone: "Uh... one?"

"Damn..." When the owner heard the number, he uttered angrily, reached out and took the letter, and then... closed the door.

[Side task progress update] The system voice also sounded at this moment.

"Fuck?" Feng Bujue looked at the door panel and was dumbfounded. "What kind of plane...what is it...representing a mao's code? Isn't it just a one? A single number...I guess at most You guessed it ten times! You are sick!"

He screamed at the door panel. Just turned around and left. As he walked through the front yard, he also scanned the game menu and confirmed that the task progress had changed to [Send all letters before midnight, current progress 1/13].

"But... I'm going to come back..." Brother Guo went back to the bicycle and said softly. "The performance of this product is very abnormal, and it doesn't seem to be an IQ problem..." He instinctively moved his gaze to the temporary work permit in his hand, "After learning my identity, his attitude There has been an obvious change. Although he was not very willing, he still answered all the questions I asked..." After speaking, he took the work permit back into the inner pocket of his shirt, "It looks like... this thing The effect of is much bigger than I thought..."

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A book is long, and no book is short.

Ten minutes later. Brother Jue went to the second delivery address in order: [Second Avenue, No. 9]. 】

"Well...at this speed. Even if I do some research outside the delivery address halfway, there is enough time." When Feng Bujue stopped the bicycle, he said in his heart, "It's morning now. At ten o’clock, I still have twelve letters on hand, even if I deliver one in half an hour. I can deliver them before four in the afternoon. It’s more than enough to have lunch in the meantime..."

He was thinking. One side walked towards the door of a private house.

The style of this house is almost the same as that of No. 3 First Avenue, except that the color of the exterior wall of the house is slightly different.

There is also no mailbox in front of this house. The front yard is also overgrown with weeds.

Papa--

"Anyone?" Feng Bujue also used the same method of calling the door as before.

After a short silence, there was some movement on the second floor of the house, and then...there was still a sound of a fat man coming downstairs in his slippers.

Crack——

After a while, the door opened, still only a slit opened.

The room was dark, and the second owner was also standing in the dark, and asked weakly: "Who are you looking for?"

Feng Bujue had a very strong sense of sight due to this situation and circumstances. He couldn't help but wonder: "What's the situation? Even the sound is the same? Twins?"

"Who are you looking for?" Seeing that Brother didn't reply, the owner asked again.

Feng Bujue thought for half a second, and directly showed his ID: "Postman." After that, he handed over the envelope, "Deliver the letter."

Two succinct sentences, but the host gasped coldly: "You... this..." He muttered a few words hesitantly, and then squeezed out a whole sentence after a long time: "I don't want to You take it!"

"Huh...no?" Feng Bujue sneered, "Do you want me to report your instruction code before you accept it?"

His tone, as if he really knew...

"You...you said..." The host seemed to have a fluke and refused to give in.

"Two?" Feng Bujue asked tentatively.

"Hahahahaha..." Suddenly, the owner laughed, "No!"

"Three?" Feng Bujue tried another one. Anyway, it doesn't cost much to try...

"That's not right..." the host replied again.

"Four?" Brother Jue continued to say nonchalantly.

"No!" The owner raised his voice~IndoMTL.com~ interrupted, "I said... Are you planning to report one by one?"

"Yes." Feng Bujue replied, "Can't it?"

"Uh..." The owner thought for a while, "Yes..." gave an affirmative answer.

"Oh, that's right..." Feng Bujue thought of something again, and he continued, "Your command code should also be a single digit, right?"

"It's a two-digit number." The other party replied.

"Huh?" Feng Bujue was stunned for a moment, and then secretly said: "Hey, hey... this doesn't seem very good, I thought it was all single digits... the second guy was two people. Do you count... Then in case there is a seven-digit eight-digit number behind, even if I have the patience to try them one by one, I won’t have enough time..."

"You...may you go back?" the host asked without confidence.

Feng Bujue’s response was: "Uh-huh..." He cleared his throat and smiled, "Huh...Eleven?" (to be continued)

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