Chapter 707: Ghost Postman (VI)

"What did you say?" Feng Bujue's attitude was very tough, "You want me to dismantle it?" He snorted coldly, "Are you sick? What if it explodes?"

The owner of the house was shocked: "Hey... you said yourself, 'This is just a letter, not a bomb'..."

"What I said is what I said? Then I asked you to receive the letter, do you listen?" Feng Bujue interrupted sharply, "Stop talking nonsense and get it quickly. I have more than a dozen letters to deliver. , very busy.”

"No...I refuse." Although the owner of the house expressed his refusal, he did not slam the door again, nor did he mean to drive Brother Jue away. After hesitating for a few seconds, he said, "If you insist that I accept this Write a letter and report my 'command code'..."

"What code?" Feng Bujue asked suspiciously.

"Command code." The owner of the house repeated it again.

"What is that?" Brother Jue asked again.

"Don't you know...hehehe..." the owner of the house suddenly laughed, "I'm sorry, I can't..."

"Wait a minute." 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 of the house swallowed nervously: "If you can tell me...I will accept the letter."

"Oh..." Feng Bujue nodded, and then started to fool around, "When I went out, the director told me many command codes, and I was a little confused for a while..." He squinted at the other person and said tentatively. Asked, "That code of yours...is it numbers or English?"

"All command codes are numbers." The owner of the house replied quickly, but after the words left his mouth. He was stunned again, "Eh? Has English code been introduced now?"

"That's right." One of Feng Bujue's specialties is talking nonsense in a serious manner, "There is also the kind that mixes English and numbers." He paused, "Oh... By the way, what is your code?" How many digits are there?”

"Uh...one digit..." the owner of the house replied in a deep voice.

"One digit?" Feng Bujue looked at the black figure behind the door with an expression like "Are you kidding me?", was silent for a moment, and then asked in a questioning tone: "Hmm... one?"

"Damn it..." After hearing the number, the owner of the house muttered angrily and reached out to take the letter. Then... the door was closed.

[Side mission progress update] The system voice also sounded at the right time at this moment.

"What the hell?" Feng Bujue looked at the door panel. He was dumbfounded, "What kind of plane do you mean... what order... are you asking for Mao's code? Isn't it just one? One digit... I can only guess it after ten guesses at most! You are sick!"

He yelled and cursed at the door panel before turning and leaving. As he walked across the front yard, he glanced at the game menu. Confirmed that the task progress has changed to [Send all letters before midnight. Current progress 1/13].

"But... Let's get back to it..." Brother Jue returned to the bicycle. He whispered softly, "This guy's behavior is very abnormal, and it doesn't seem to be an IQ problem..." His eyes instinctively moved to the temporary work permit in his hand. "After learning my identity, his attitude changed significantly. Although he was not very willing, he still answered all the questions I asked..." With that, he took back his work permit. In the inner pocket of the jacket, "It seems... this thing is much more useful than I imagined..."

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If there is a book, it will be long; if there is no book, it will be short.

Ten minutes later, Brother Jue followed the order and came to the second delivery address: [Second Street, No. 9. 】

"Well... at this speed, even if I go to a place other than the delivery address to do some research, the time will be enough." Feng Bujue thought to himself when he stopped the bicycle, "It's ten o'clock in the morning. I still have twelve letters on hand. Even if I deliver one letter every half an hour, I can finish them before four o'clock in the afternoon. It's more than enough time to have lunch during this period..."

While he was thinking, he walked towards the door of a private house.

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

There is also no mailbox in front of this house, and its front yard is also overgrown.

Bang bang bang——

"Is anyone there?" Feng Bujue also used the same method of calling the door as before.

After a brief silence, there was some movement from the second floor of the house, and then... there was the sound of a fat man coming downstairs in slippers.

Click——

After a while, the door opened, still only open a crack.

The house was pitch dark, and the second owner stood in the darkness and asked feebly: "Who are you looking for?"

This situation gave Feng Bujue a very strong sense of déjà vu, and he couldn't help but think to himself: "What's going on? Even the voices are the same? Twins?"

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

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

The two concise sentences made the owner of the house gasp: "You... this..." He muttered a few words hesitantly, and after a while he squeezed out a complete sentence: "I don't want it! You take it Walk!"

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

His tone sounded as if he really knew...

"You...you said..." The owner of the house seemed to be taking a chance and refused to give in.

"Two?" Feng Bujue asked tentatively.

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

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

"No..." the owner replied again.

"Four?" Brother Jue continued to read as if nothing had happened.

"No!" The owner raised his voice and interrupted, "I said... are you going to report them one by one?"

"That's right." Feng Bujue replied, "Is it not possible?"

"Uh..." The owner thought about it, "Yes..." and gave a positive answer.

"Oh, by the way..." Feng Bujue thought of something again, he continued, "Your instruction 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 immediately thought to himself: "Hey hey... This doesn't seem good, I thought they were all single-digit numbers... But the second guy is a two-digit number... What if there are seven-digit or eight-digit numbers behind, even if I have the patience to try them one by one, there will not be enough time..."

"You... Can you go back?" The owner asked without confidence.

Feng Bujue responded, “Hmm…” He cleared his throat and chuckled, “Heh… eleven?” (To be continued…)