Chapter 709: Ghost Postman (VIII)

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

He is a very organized person and does not mess up his plans easily.

According to the route he had set in advance, after delivering the ninth letter, stopping by the cemetery was the most reasonable and time-saving plan.

Therefore... although he was unable to send the third letter at the moment, he was still prepared to stick to the original route and make further calculations after collecting more information...

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Ten minutes later, [No. 10, Fourth Street. 】

Brother Jue stopped in front of a familiar house, crossed a piece of familiar turf, stood on a familiar porch, and knocked on a familiar door.

Bang bang bang——

"Open the door! Speed!" Feng Bujue shouted while patting.

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

"Postman, deliver the letter. -" Feng Bujue replied these two words very quickly, and skillfully showed the ID, and then asked, "Do you accept it or not?"

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

Brother Jue interrupted the other party rudely: "What is your command code?"

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

"Is the first one one?" On the way here, Feng Bujue had an idea. He wanted to use the characteristics of these recipients to "answer all questions" and rely on a set of specific and targeted questioning methods. Get the specific value of the instruction code.

It's a pity... This kind of behavior will naturally not be successful... The system will not allow such unskilled and cunning behavior.

"I can't answer this question." Fatty No. 4 said this in a tone that sounded a bit like a game NPC.

"Oh..." Feng Bujue wasn't too surprised, because he also knew that this method would most likely fail. He just asked with a tentative attitude, "So... is this number bigger or smaller than 5555?"

"I can't answer this question." Fatty No. 4 repeated the same answer in 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 looked very calm. At this moment, he was certain that these recipients could only reveal the "category" (numbers, not letters or other) and "number of digits" of the instruction code.

"Do you have anything else? Just leave as soon as possible." Two seconds later, Fatty No. 4 couldn't wait to issue an eviction order.

"Before I leave, I would like to ask..." Brother Jue once again used the method used to deal with Fatty No. 2. He stopped the other party from slamming the door and asked, "Are you a clone?"

"What are you talking about? I can't understand." Fatty No. 4 replied.

"Oh?" Feng Bujue's eyes moved slightly, and he thought to himself: "It's not that I can't answer this time... but that I can't understand..."

"If you don't know the code, I won't receive the letter. Please reply." Five seconds later, Fatty No. 4 saw that the door could not be closed, so he simply put aside his words and turned around and went upstairs.

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

"Well... I almost understand." He speeded up the pace of pedaling and thinking, "these recipients' reactions to the questions. They are... 'can answer', 'cannot answer', and ' Unable to understand or give feedback." He mused, "Judging from the results of the test, the information that is 'answerable' is the most basic clue to the puzzle that I urgently need; and some of the answers are too direct. , or opportunistic temptations, are all classified as 'unanswerable'; as for 'unable to understand or give feedback', it shows that...in terms of script settings, these NPCs 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 after arriving at the next address to confirm."

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To make a long story short, by 11:30 in the morning, Feng Bujue had already addressed the first nine letters.

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

However, Brother Jue still succeeded in confirming his previous inferences from them, and asked them one by one about the number of digits in their command codes.

Starting from the one on Third Street to "Fat Man No. 9" on Ninth Street, the command codes of these seven people are: three digits, four digits, five digits, six digits, seven digits, eight digits digits and tens digits.

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

During this journey, he had gradually learned the details of writing to the ghost postman: letters to the ghost postman do not require envelopes and stamps. As long as the correct letter format is followed, the content can be written directly on white paper and delivered. But the paper for writing must be clean, the writing must be neat, and the wording must be polite and accurate.

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

"Anyway, I already have a pen for writing letters..." Feng Bujue said while riding his bike, "If the store is open as usual, I can also buy some food and drinks to replenish my physical strength. Even if it is not open as usual, it should not be difficult to get a piece of paper..."

Just as Brother Jue was thinking, suddenly...

Hiss...hiss...hiss...the familiar sound came from the fog again.

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

"Hey... I'll make way for you, okay?" Feng Bujue said to himself, turned the bike around, and rode to the side of the road.

He thought the ghost postman would pass by quietly like he did when he first met him, but unexpectedly...

Whoosh--

Accompanied by a sound of breaking wind, a roll of newspaper suddenly appeared from midair and landed accurately in Jue's bicycle pocket.

Judging from the flight trajectory of the newspaper... it seemed that the ghost postman threw it over when he passed by Jue. (To be continued...)