"What did you say?" Feng Bujue's attitude was firm. "You want me to open it?" He snorted. "Are you crazy? What if it explodes? "
The homeowner was shocked. "Hey … You said 'it's just a letter, not a bomb' …"
"So what I said is the truth? Then what if I told you to accept the letter? Would you listen? " Feng Bujue interrupted sharply. "Cut the crap. Hurry up and accept it. I still have more than ten letters to deliver. I'm very busy."
"No … I refuse." Although the homeowner expressed his refusal, he did not slam the door or chase Brother Jue away. He hesitated for a few seconds and said, "If you really want me to accept this letter, tell me my 'command code' …"
"What code?" Feng Bujue asked.
"Command code," the homeowner repeated.
"What's that?" Brother Jue asked again.
"You don't know … Hahaha …" The homeowner suddenly laughed. "Then I'm sorry, I can't …"
"Wait." Feng Bujue interrupted him again. "As long as I tell you the 'command code', this letter … You have to accept it, right?"
The homeowner swallowed nervously. "If you can tell me … I'll accept the letter."
"Oh …" Feng Bujue nodded and then began to bluff. "When I left, the bureau chief told me a lot of command codes. I was a little confused …" He looked at the homeowner and asked tentatively, "Your code … Is it numbers or English?"
"All command codes are numbers," the homeowner replied quickly. But after he said that, he was stunned. "Eh? Have they introduced English codes? "
"Yes." One of Feng Bujue's specialties was to talk nonsense with a straight face. "There are also English codes mixed with numbers." He paused. "Oh … By the way, how many digits is your code?"
"Er … One digit …" the homeowner replied in a low voice.
"One digit?" Feng Bujue gave him a look that said, "Are you f * cking kidding me?" He looked at the black shadow behind the door and was silent for a moment. Then, he asked in a doubtful tone, "Hmm … one?"
"Damn it …" When the owner heard the number, he grumbled angrily. He reached out to take the letter and then … closed the door.
[Side Mission Progress Update] The system voice message also sounded at this moment.
"The f * ck?" Feng Bujue stared at the door, dumbfounded. "What plane … What thing … What the hell is this? Wasn't it just one? One digit … I can guess it at most ten times! Are you crazy?! "
He cursed at the door for a while before turning to leave. As he walked through the front yard, he glanced at the game menu and confirmed that the mission progress had changed to [Send out all the letters before midnight. Current progress: 1/3].
"But … I have to get back to that …" Brother Jue returned to the side of the bicycle and mumbled to himself, "The man's behavior is very strange. It doesn't look like there is a problem with his intelligence …" His eyes instinctively moved to the temporary work permit that he was holding. "After he found out about my identity, there was an obvious change in his attitude. Although he didn't seem very willing, he still answered my various questions … "As he spoke, he put the work permit back into the inner pocket of his jacket." It seems … this thing is much more useful than I thought … "
…
If there was a book, it would be long; if there was no book, it would be short.
Ten minutes later, Brother Jue arrived at the second delivery address, [Second Street, No. 9].
"Hmm … At this speed, even if I have to go somewhere other than the delivery address to do some research, there's still enough time." As Feng Bujue stopped the bicycle, he thought to himself, "It's ten o 'clock in the morning. I still have twelve letters on hand. Even if I send out one letter every half an hour, I can still finish them before four o' clock in the afternoon. That's more than enough time for lunch …"
While he was thinking, he walked to the door of a house.
The style of this house was almost the same as the one at No. 3 on First Street, but the color of the outer wall was slightly different.
There was also no mailbox in front of the door, and the front yard was also overgrown with weeds.
Pa pa pa —
"Is anyone home?" Feng Bujue used the same method as before to knock on the door.
After a short silence, there was some movement from the second floor of the house, followed by … the sound of a fat man wearing slippers coming down the stairs.
Ka —
A moment later, the door opened, but it was still only a crack.
The house was dark, and the second house owner was standing in the dark. He asked weakly, "Who are you looking for?"
This scene gave Feng Bujue a strong sense of déjà vu. He couldn't help but think, "What's going on? Even the voices are the same? Twins? "
"Who are you looking for?" The house owner saw that Brother Jue didn't answer, so he asked again.
Feng Bujue thought for half a second before flashing his ID. "Postman." Then, he handed over the envelope. "Delivery."
These two simple sentences caused the owner of the house to suck in a breath of cold air. "You … this …" He mumbled a few words, and after a long while, he squeezed out a whole sentence. "I don't want it! Take it! "
"Humph … You don't want it?" Feng Bujue sneered. "Do you want me to tell you your command code before you take it?"
From his tone, it was as if he really knew …
"You … You tell me …" The house owner seemed to be holding onto a sliver of hope and refused to give in.
"Two?" Feng Bujue asked tentatively.
"Hahahaha …" Suddenly, the house owner laughed. "No!"
"Three?" Feng Bujue tried again. After all, it didn't cost him anything to try …
"No …" The house owner replied again.
"Four?" Brother Jue continued as if nothing had happened.
"No!" The house owner raised his voice and interrupted. "I say … Are you planning to call them one by one?"
"That's right." Feng Bujue replied, "Can't I?"
"Er …" The house owner thought about it. "Yes …" He gave an affirmative answer.
"Oh, by the way …" Feng Bujue was reminded of something and added, "Your command code should be a single digit as well, right?"
"It's a double digit," the house owner replied.
"Huh?" Feng Bujue was taken aback and immediately thought to himself, Hey … This doesn't sound good. I thought they were all single digits … But the second guy is a double digit … What if there are seven or eight digits after that? Even if I have the patience to try them one by one, there won't be enough time …
"You … Can you go back now?" The house owner asked weakly.
Feng Bujue's response was, "Hmm …" He cleared his throat and chuckled. "Ah … Eleven?"
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