Thriller Paradise Chapter 709: The Ghost Postman (8)

After leaving No. 7 Third Avenue, Feng Bujue did not immediately rush to the Zhenbei Cemetery, but continued to head towards the address of the fourth recipient.

He is a well-organized person and will not easily disrupt his plans.

According to the route he set in advance, after sending the ninth letter, taking a round trip to the cemetery is the most reasonable and time-saving plan.

Therefore...Although he failed to send the third letter right now, he is still prepared to stick to the original route and wait for more information to be collected before making any calculations...

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Ten minutes later, [Fourth Avenue, Ten. 】

Brother Jue stopped in front of a deja vu house, walked through a déjà vu turf, stood on a deja vu porch, and knocked on a deja vu door.

Papa--

"Open the door! Speed!" Feng Bujue shouted as he patted.

Soon, deja vu footsteps came upstairs, the door was opened a crack, and a deja vu voice sounded in the shadow behind the door: "Who are you looking for?"

"Postman, send the letter." Feng Bujue responded to these two words with a very fast speech speed, and skillfully showed his credentials, and then answered, "Can you accept it?"

"No..." Fatty No. 4 only uttered one syllable.

Brother Jue interrupted the other party roughly: "How many digits is your command code?"

"Uh..." The other party hesitated for half a second, then replied, "Four...four digits..."

"Is the first one?" On the way here, Feng Bujue had an idea. He wanted to take advantage of the "question and answer" characteristics of these recipients, relying on a set of targeted Question method to set out the specific value of the instruction code.

Unfortunately...this kind of behavior is naturally unsuccessful...the system will not allow such unskilled behaviors.

"I can't answer this question." The tone of the fourth fat man's words is indeed a game.

"Oh..." Feng Bujue was not too surprised, because he also knew that this method would fail. He just asked with an attitude of giving it a try, "Then...Is this number larger than 5555, or smaller than 5555?"

"I can't answer this question." Fatty No. 4 repeated the same answer with the same tone and voice as before.

"Is this an odd number or an even number? Is it a prime number? Is it a lucky number?" Feng Bujue asked three more questions in one breath.

"I can't answer any of these questions." Fatty No. 4 said he had no comment.

"Okay." Feng Bujue seemed very calm. At this moment, he was sure that these recipients could only disclose the "category" (numbers, not letters or other) and "digits" of the instruction code.

"Do you have anything else? If it's okay, let's go quickly." Two seconds later, Fatty No. 4 couldn't wait to get down.

"Before leaving, I would like to ask by the way..." Brother Jue used the method of dealing with the fat man No.2 again. Stopped the opponent from slamming the door, and said, "Are you a clone?"

"What are you talking about? I don't understand." Fatty number four replied.

"Oh?" Feng Bujue's eyes moved slightly, and he secretly said in his heart: "It's not that I can't answer this time...but I don't understand..."

"If you don't know the code, I won't receive the letter, please go back." Five seconds later, fat man No. 4 saw that the door couldn't be closed, so he just put aside the sentence and turned upstairs.

This time. Brother Jue didn't try to break in again. He just hurried back to the bicycle and headed towards the fifth address.

"Um... Almost understand." He speeded up his pedaling rhythm, and also accelerated the rhythm of thinking. "The response of these recipients to the question. They are...'can be answered' and'can't be answered'. , And'unintelligible or feedback'." He muttered, "From the results of the trial. The information that'can be answered' is the most basic clue to the puzzle that I urgently need at present; and some of the answers to the mystery Overly direct or opportunistic temptations are all classified as "cannot be answered"; as for "unable to understand or feedback". It shows that...from the setting of the script, these cannot provide clues and answers to the corresponding questions."

When he thought of this, his expression became solemn: "Things are more complicated than imagined...In short, it is better to try again at the next address to confirm it."

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To make a long story short, by 11:30 in the morning, Feng Bujue had run through the addresses of the first nine letters.

Except for the first and second recipients who accepted the letter, none of the third to ninth letter recipients accepted the letter.

However, Jue successfully confirmed his previous inferences from them, and asked them the number of instruction codes one by one.

Starting from the one on Third Avenue to "Fatty No. 9" on Ninth Avenue, the instruction codes for these seven people are: three digits, four digits, five digits, six digits, and seven digits. Numbers, eight digits and ten digits.

"Ok...it's almost time to contact my'ghost' colleague." After leaving the room at No. 3 on Ninth Avenue, Feng Bujue got on his bicycle and raised his head and said, "According to the map ...On the way to the cemetery from here, you will pass a shop, where you should be able to get the paper needed to send the letter..."

This way, he has been inquiring about the details of writing to the ghost postman: letters to the ghost postman do not need envelopes and stamps, as long as they follow the correct letter format and write the content directly on white paper for delivery. . But the writing paper must be clean, the writing must be tidy, and the wording must be polite and accurate.

Of course, even if the sender strictly followed these requirements...Whether the ghost postman will reply after receiving the letter, and how long it will reply... is still unknown.

"I already have a pen to write letters anyway..." Feng Bujue said while riding a bike~IndoMTL.com~If the store is open, I can also buy something to eat and drink by the way to supplement my physical fitness. Even if there is no normal business, it shouldn’t be difficult to get a piece of paper..."

Just as I was thinking about it, suddenly...

Hey hey hey hey hey... the familiar voice came from the fog again.

"Come back?" Brother Jue quickly caught the tire marks on the ground. He knew that his "colleague" was passing by again.

"Hey...Brother, let you go." Feng Bujue said silently in his heart, turned the front of the car, and rode to the side of the road.

He thought that the ghost postman would pass by silently just like when he first met him, but unexpectedly...

Call——

Along with the sound of breaking the wind, a roll of newspaper suddenly appeared in mid-air and landed exactly in the pocket of Brother Jue's bicycle.

Judging from the flying trajectory of the newspaper...it seems to be the ghost postman who threw it along when he passed by Brother Jue. (To be continued,!

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