After leaving Third Avenue No. 7, Feng Bujue did not head to the cemetery immediately. Instead, he continued to head to the address of the fourth recipient.
He was a very organized person and would not easily mess up his own plans.
Based on the route he had planned in advance, after he sent the ninth letter, he would take a detour to the cemetery. That was the most logical and time-saving plan.
Therefore … even though he did not manage to send the third letter, he planned to stick to the original route and wait for more information before making a decision …
…
Ten minutes later. [Fourth Avenue, Number 10.]
Brother Jue stopped in front of a familiar house. He walked through the familiar grass and stood on a familiar porch. He knocked on a familiar door.
Pa pa pa!
"Open the door! Hurry! "Feng Bujue shouted as he slammed the door.
Soon, there were familiar footsteps coming from upstairs. The door was opened a sliver. From the shadow behind the door, a familiar voice sounded. "Who are you looking for?"
"Postman, delivering a letter." Feng Bujue replied quickly and showed his ID skillfully. Then he added, "Do you accept it or not?"
"No …" Number 4 only said one syllable.
Brother Jue rudely interrupted him. "How many digits is your command code?"
"Er …" The man hesitated for half a second before replying, "Four … four digits …"
"Is the first digit number one?" On the way here, Feng Bujue had an idea. He wanted to use these recipients' characteristic of "answering all questions" and rely on a set of targeted questions to get the specific value of the command code.
Unfortunately … this kind of action naturally wouldn't succeed … the system wouldn't allow such an unskilled trick to work.
"I can't answer this question." Fatty No.4's tone sounded a little like an NPC in a game.
"Oh …" Feng Bujue was not too surprised because he knew that this method would most likely fail. He was just asking with a tentative attitude. "Then … is this number bigger or smaller than 5555?"
"I can't answer that question." Fatty No.4 repeated the same answer with the same tone and voice as before.
"Is this an odd number or an even number? Was it a prime number? Is it a lucky number? "Feng Bujue asked three questions in one breath.
"I can't answer these questions." Fatty Number Four expressed that he had no comment.
"Alright." Feng Bujue appeared to be very calm. At this moment, he was certain that these recipients could only reveal the "type" of the command code (numbers, not letters or anything else) and the "number of digits."
"Is there anything else? If you don't have anything else to do, please leave. "Two seconds later, Fatty Number Four couldn't wait to ask them to leave.
"Before I leave, I want to ask …" Brother Jue once again used the method he used to deal with Fatty No. 2, stopping him from slamming the door. "Are you a clone?"
"What are you talking about? I don't understand, "Number Four replied.
"Oh?" Feng Bujue's eyes moved slightly, and he thought to himself, It's not that you can't answer this time … but you don't understand?
"If you don't know the code, I won't accept the letter. Please leave." Five seconds later, Fatty No.4 saw that the door wouldn't close, so he left that sentence behind and went upstairs.
This time, Brother Jue didn't try to break the door down. He rushed back to the bicycle and headed toward the fifth address.
"Hmm … I think I get it now." He sped up his pedaling and his thought process. "The responses of these recipients to the questions are … 'can answer', 'can't answer', and 'can't answer or provide feedback'." "From the result of the test, the information that can be answered is the most basic clue that I need to solve the riddle. Some of the questions that are too direct or opportunistic were all categorized as' can't answer '. As for' can't answer or provide feedback ', it means that … according to the setting of the scenario, these NPCs are unable to provide the corresponding clues and answers."
When he thought about this, his expression turned serious. "Things are more complicated than I thought. In any case, I should try again at the next address to confirm it."
…
To make a long story short, at 11: 30 am, Feng Bujue had finished visiting the addresses of the first nine letters.
Other than the first and second recipients, none of the recipients from the third to the ninth letter accepted the letter.
However, Brother Jue managed to confirm his previous speculation from them and asked for the digits of their command codes one by one.
Starting from the one on the Third Avenue to "Fatty No. 9" on the Ninth Avenue, the command codes of the seven people were three digits, four digits, five digits, six digits, seven digits, eight digits, and ten digits respectively.
"Okay … It's about time to contact my 'ghost' colleague." After leaving the house at the third street, Feng Bujue got on the bicycle and raised his head. "According to the map … on the way to the cemetery, I'll pass by a shop. I should be able to get the paper I need to send the letter there …"
Along the way, he had found out the details of writing a letter to the ghost postman. The letter to the ghost postman did not need an envelope or stamp. It only needed to follow the correct letter format and write the content on a piece of white paper. However, the paper had to be clean, the handwriting had to be neat, and the wording had to be polite and precise.
Of course, even if the sender strictly followed these requirements … It was unknown whether the ghost postman would reply after receiving the letter, and how long it would take.
"Anyway, I already have a pen to write the letter …" Feng Bujue read as he rode the bicycle. "If the shop is open as usual, I can buy some food and drink to replenish my energy. Even if it's not open as usual, it shouldn't be difficult to get a piece of paper … "
Just as Brother Jue was thinking, suddenly …
"Hiss … Hiss …" The familiar voice came again from the fog.
"Again?" Brother Jue's eyes quickly caught the tire marks on the ground. He knew that his "colleague" was going to pass by again.
"Sigh … I'll make way for you," Feng Bujue said in his heart, turned the bicycle around, and rode to the side of the road.
He thought that the ghost postman would pass by silently like when he first met him, but unexpectedly …
Whoosh!
Accompanied by the sound of the wind, a roll of newspaper suddenly appeared in the air and accurately fell into Brother Jue's bicycle pocket.
Judging from the trajectory of the newspaper, it seemed that the ghost postman threw it when he passed by Brother Jue.
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