Feng Bujue did not spend too much time on the second house owner because when he told him that he was sixteen, the man had already accepted the letter.
"Side mission progress updated.
Send out all the letters before midnight. Current progress: 2/3. "
The system announcement came at the right time, and the content of the mission tab changed accordingly.
"Damn it …" The second house owner's reaction was the same as the first. He took the letter angrily and turned to slam the door.
Brother Jue was quick to react. He stuck the toe of his shoe into the gap and grabbed the doorknob from the outside. He said, "Wait, I have another question."
"What is it?" The house owner replied impatiently.
"Do you have any relatives in this town?" Feng Bujue asked.
"Huh?" The house owner replied in a confused tone. "Why do you ask?" He paused for half a second before adding, "I have no relatives, none at all."
Then, without even closing the door, he turned and walked away.
"Hey! Hey! " Feng Bujue shouted again, but the man ignored him completely. Based on the sound of footsteps, the man seemed to have gone upstairs.
Then, Brother Jue tried to break in, but the gap was too narrow, and the door was locked securely. After three minutes, he had to give up.
"Something is wrong …" When Feng Bujue returned to the bicycle, he was still mumbling to himself. "Something is definitely wrong …" He pedaled, and his mind turned. "How come I feel like this man is the same person as the first house owner? Could it be that after he received my letter at First Street Number 3, he came to Second Street Number 9 to pretend to be the second house owner?" He shook his head slightly. "Hmm … That doesn't seem very likely. I can ride very fast, and I'm taking the shortest route. Even if he has a motorcycle or a horse … If he wants to bypass me and arrive early, there's not much time left. Unless … there is a tunnel underneath the two houses, and there is some kind of transportation that is faster than a bicycle. Otherwise, there is no way he could have done that. "
With that in mind, he roughly reviewed the plot and soundtrack of the classic movie Tunnel War in his mind, and then … he rejected the above hypothesis.
"Hmm … Even if they're not the same person, they're definitely connected." "Even though I did not get a good look at his face, be it his voice, posture, or even tone, the two of them are very similar …" He thought back to the conversation that he had with the second house owner. "But from the way Fatty No. 2 (this is naturally the temporary codename that Brother Jue gave to the NPC) acted, he did not appear to be lying. At least he thinks … he has no other relatives in town. "
Brother Jue raised his hand and scratched his head, "Could it be because … decades ago … Fatty Number One's father often visited Fatty Number Two's house? Or perhaps the father of Fatty Number Two often went to Fatty Number One's house? Or maybe Fatty One's mother often … "He shrugged and stopped this meaningless speculation." Hmm … Actually, these situations seem to be the same situation … "After he understood, he said," Then let's keep the possibility that they are brothers and think of other hypotheses … "
Just like that, he thought as he rode.
About five minutes later, Brother Jue's eyes narrowed, and his lips curled into a smile. "I've got it!"
The next second, he said in a low voice, "Clones …"
As the saying went, 'Mental patients have a wider mind'. Even though Brother Jue was not mentally ill, his mental state was indeed different from normal people, and his mind … could be said to be off the charts.
"That's right … If you think about it that way, it makes sense." Feng Bujue said confidently, "The statement 'no relatives' can be explained by this conclusion."
While he was thinking, he happened to arrive at the address of the third letter, Third Avenue, Number 7.
This was another two-story residential building. There was no mailbox in front of the house, and the grass in front of the door was yellow. The structure and design of the house were similar to the previous two houses.
Pa pa pa!
"Open the door, open the door!" This time, Brother Jue directly asked, "Is anyone home?" He didn't even need to ask that question. He slammed on the door and yelled for someone to open the door like he was there to raid the house.
Soon, there was movement in the house again.
Second floor, fatty, slippers … You know what I mean.
After more than a minute, the door opened a crack, and a fat figure stood in the shadows. He asked impatiently, "Who are you looking for?"
"Postman." Feng Bujue narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "Delivering a letter." He picked up the document and waved it in front of the fat man, and then handed over the letter. "Let me guess … You don't want to accept it?"
Fatty number three was stunned for a few seconds, and then nodded his head. "Yes, yes! I don't want to accept it! "
"Do you want me to tell you your command code before you accept it?" Feng Bujue dragged his words and stared at the fat man.
"Uh … Yes." Fatty number three replied.
"Ah …" Brother Jue sighed. "Let me confirm … How many digits is your command code?"
"Three … Three digits." Fatty number three answered reluctantly.
"Motherf * cker …" Feng Bujue cursed, and then thought, "Three digits … It's not impossible to guess. If I'm unlucky, I'll just say eight hundred digits, and I can definitely finish it in fifteen minutes … But according to this trend, the code is likely to be even longer … If I get a seven-digit number, I won't be able to finish it even if I read it at the speed of a tongue twister …"
"You … Do you know the code or not?" Fatty number three saw Brother Jue's expression and said, "If you don't know, then go back!"
"Well …" Feng Bujue thought for two seconds and replied, "Hypothetically … Please note, this is just hypothetically. If I don't know, then … Where should I go to get your command code?"
"Only the ghost postman knows everyone's command code." Fatty number three replied.
"What?" Brother Jue paused for half a second and said, "I mean … Are you trying to trick me?"
"Why do you say that?" Fatty number three asked.
"You should know … If you talk to the ghost postman, he will attack you with 'Soul Shock'," Feng Bujue said.
"Yeah." Fatty number three replied in a matter-of-fact tone, "That's why everyone writes to him." He paused. "Who would be stupid enough to talk to him?"
"F * cking fatty, just you wait …" The next second, Feng Bujue turned to leave, cursing under his breath.
Combined with the contents of the "work manual", Fatty number three's answer should be credible. At this time, Brother Jue finally realized … This side mission was far from as simple as it seemed. Whether or not he could complete it before midnight depended on the following progress …
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