Chapter 707: Ghost Postman (6)
"What did you say?" Feng Bujue's attitude was very tough, "Let me tear it down?" He snorted coldly, "Are you sick?" What to do if it explodes? β
The owner of the house was shocked: "Hey...... You yourself say 'it's just a letter, not a bomb'......"
"What do I say? Then I also told you to receive the letter, do you listen? Feng Bujue interrupted sharply, "Don't talk nonsense, hurry up and get it, I still have more than a dozen letters to deliver here, and I'm very busy." β
"No...... I refuse. Although the owner of the house refused, he did not slam the door again, nor did he mean to drive Brother Jue away, he hesitated for a few seconds, and then read, "If you have to ask me to accept this letter, report my 'instruction code' ......"
"What code?" Feng Bujue said suspiciously.
"Instruction code." The owner of the house repeated it again.
"What's that?" Brother Jue asked again.
"Don't you know...... Hehehe......" The owner of the house suddenly laughed, "Then I'm sorry, I can't ......"
"Wait." Feng Bujue interrupted the other party again, "As long as you say the 'instruction code', this letter ...... You're going to have to take it, are you? β
The owner of the house swallowed nervously: "If you can tell it...... I took the letter. β
"Oh......" Feng nodded unconsciously, and then began to flicker, "When I went out, the director told me a lot of command codes, and I was a little confused for a while......" He squinted at the other party and asked tentatively, "Your code...... Is it a number or in English? β
"All instruction codes are numbers." The owner of the house replied quickly, but after the words came out, he was stunned again, "Huh? Is the English code introduced now? β
"That's right." A major specialty of Feng Bujue. It's just serious nonsense, "And the kind of English and numbers that are mixed." He paused, "Oh...... By the way, how many digits is in your code? β
"Uh...... ...... single digits," the owner replied in a deep voice.
"A single digit?" Feng Bujue used a kind of "Are you trolling me?" He looked at the dark shadow behind the door and was silent for a moment. Then he said in a questioning tone: "Hmm...... One? β
"Damn ......it," the owner of the house muttered angrily when he heard the number, reached out and took the letter, and ...... So he closed the door.
[Side Mission Progress Update] The system voice also sounded at this moment.
"?" Feng Bujue looked at the door panel, dumbfounded, "What kind of plane are you referring to...... What do you want...... Replace a hairy code? Isn't it just one? Single digit ...... I'll guess it up to ten times! You're sick! β
He yelled at the door panel. Fang turned to leave. As he walked through the front yard, he glanced at the game menu and confirmed that the quest progress had changed to [Send all letters before midnight, current progress is 1/13].
"But...... That's going to come back......" Brother Jue said softly as he returned to his bicycle. "This product looks very abnormal, and it doesn't look like an IQ problem......" His gaze instinctively moved to the temporary work card in his hand, "After learning my identity, his attitude changed significantly. He didn't look very reluctant, but he answered all the questions I asked......" As he spoke, he put his work card back in the inside pocket of his jacket, "and it seems...... This thing is much more useful than I thought......"
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If there is a book, it is long, and if there is no book, it is short.
Ten minutes later. Brother Jue followed the order and came to the second delivery address: [Second Street, No. 9. γ
"Hmm...... At this rate. Even if I do some research outside of the delivery address, the time is perfectly sufficient. When Feng Bujue stopped his bicycle, he thought to himself, "It's ten o'clock in the morning, and I still have twelve letters on hand, even if I send one every half an hour on average." It can be delivered before 4 p.m., and it's more than enough to have lunch during this period......"
He pondered. He walked to the door of a private house.
The style of this house is almost identical to the one at 3rd First Street, except that the exterior wall of the house is slightly different in color.
And there is also no mailbox in front of this house. Its front yard is also overgrown with weeds.
Bang Bang Bang -
"Anyone?" Feng Bujue also used the same way as before.
After a brief silence, there was some movement on the second floor of the house, and then ...... It was still the sound of a fat man coming downstairs in his slippers.
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A moment later, the door opened, again with only one crack.
The house was pitch black, and the second owner of the house, too, stood in the darkness and asked weakly, "Who are you looking for?" β
This situation made Feng Bujue have a very strong sense of dΓ©jΓ vu, and he couldn't help but say, "What's the situation?" Even the sound is the same? Twins? β
"Who the hell are you looking for?" Seeing that Brother Jue didn't reply, the owner of the house asked again.
Feng Bujue thought for half a second, and directly showed his ID: "Postman." With that, he handed the envelope and said, "Send the letter." β
The two concise sentences made the owner of the house gasp: "You...... This ......" he muttered a few words, and only after half a sound did he squeeze out a whole sentence: "I don't want it!" You take it! β
"Hmph...... No? Feng Bujue sneered, "Do you want me to report your instruction code before you accept it?" β
His tone was as if he really knew......
"You...... You say...... "The owner of the house seems to still have a bit of luck and refuses to give in."
"Two?" Feng asked tentatively.
"Hahaha......" Suddenly, the owner of the house laughed, "No! β
"Three?" Feng Bujue tried another one, and it didn't cost anything to try anyway......
"No......" replied the owner.
"Four?" Brother Jue continued to chant casually.
"That's not right!" The owner of the house raised his voice and interrupted, "I say...... Are you planning to report them one by one? β
"That's right." Feng Bujue replied, "Can't you?" β
"Uh......" the owner thought for a moment, "yes......" gave an affirmative answer.
"Oh, by the way...... Feng Bujue thought of something again, and he continued, "Your instruction code should also be a single digit, right?" β
"It's double digits." The other party replied.
"Huh?" Feng Bujue was stunned for a moment, and immediately secretly said, "Hey...... That doesn't seem good, I thought it was all a single digit...... As a result, the second guy is in double digits...... Then if there are any seven-digit or eight-digit numbers in the back, 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 of the house asked without confidence.
And Feng Bujue's response was: "Uh-huh......" He cleared his throat and smiled, "Hehe...... Eleven? (To be continued) R580