Chapter 708: Ghost Postman (VII)

Feng Bujue didn't spend too much time with this second house owner, because when he reported to "Sixteen", the other party accepted the letter.

[Updated progress of side missions]

[Send all letters before midnight, current progress 2/13]

The system voice sounded in time, and the content in the taskbar also changed accordingly.

"Damn it..." The reaction of the second house owner was exactly the same as that of the first one. He took the letter angrily, turned around and wanted to slam the door.

Brother Jue had quick eyes and quick feet, so he pushed the toe of his shoe into the crack of the door, grabbed the door handle from the outside, and said, "Wait a minute, I have another question."

"What?" the homeowner replied impatiently.

"Do you... have any relatives in this town?" Feng Bujue asked.

"Huh?" the owner of the house replied in an incomprehensible tone, "Why do you ask that?" He paused for half a second and then continued, "I have no relatives, none."

After that, he turned around and walked away without even closing the door.

"Hey! Hey!" Feng Bujue shouted twice more, but the other party ignored him completely. Hearing the sound of footsteps... the guy seemed to be walking upstairs.

Afterwards, Brother Jue tried to break in again, but the crack in the door was very narrow and the chain lock inside the door was also very strong... After trying for three minutes, he had to give up.

"There's a problem..." Feng Bujue was still thinking when he returned to the bicycle, "There's definitely a problem..." He pedaled forward, his mind racing, "Why do I feel like this guy is the same as the first homeowner?" The same person... Could it be that after receiving my letter at No. 3 First Street, he came to No. 9 Second Street and pretended to be the second owner?" He shook his head slightly. "Hmm... It seems unlikely. I ride very fast and take the shortest route. Even if he has a motorcycle or a horse... he wants to bypass me and arrive in advance. It would be very difficult in terms of time. It's very tight. Unless... there is a tunnel under the two houses, and there is some kind of transportation in the tunnel that is faster than a bicycle, he can't do this."

With this in mind, he briefly reviewed the plot and soundtrack of the classic film "Tunnel War" in his mind, and then... overturned the above assumptions.

"Well...even if they are not the same person, they must be related." Feng Bujue then thought again. "Although I didn't see his face clearly. No matter the voice, body posture, or even tone, the two people are very similar..." He carefully recalled the conversation with the second house owner, "But Fatty No. 2 (This is naturally the temporary codename given to the NPC by Brother Jue) It doesn’t look like he is lying. At least he thinks... he has no other relatives in the town. "

Brother Jue raised a hand. Scratching his head: "Is it because...a few decades ago...Fat Man No. 1's father often went to Fat Man No. 2's house? Or was Fat Man No. 2's father often visiting Fat Man No. 1's house? Or maybe it was Fatty No. 1’s mother often…” He shrugged. Stop this pointless speculation. "Hmm... Actually, it seems that these situations can be classified into the same situation..." After he understood, he added, "Then let's keep the possibility that they are brothers. Let's think about other hypotheses..."

Just like that, he thought while riding his bike...

About five minutes later, Brother Jue's eyes flashed and he smiled: "Yes!"

The next second, he muttered in a low voice, "Clones..."

As the saying goes - "Mental patients have broad minds." Although Brother Jue is not a patient, he is indeed mentally different from ordinary people, and his thinking... can be said to be beyond the sky.

"That's right... If you think about it this way, it makes sense." Feng Bujue said quite confidently, "The sentence 'I don't have a single relative' can also be explained by this conclusion."

While he was thinking, he happened to come to the recipient's address of the third letter: [Third Street, No. 7. 】

This is another two-story house. There is no mailbox in front of the house, and the grass in front of the door is yellow. The structure and shape of the house are also the same as those of the two previous households.

Bang bang bang——

"Open the door, open the door, open the door!" This time, Brother Jue simply didn't even bother asking "Is there anyone there?" He just slapped the door panel and called for people to come out and open the door, as if he was here to ransack the house.

Soon, there was another movement in the house.

Second floor, fat man, slippers...you know.

More than a minute later, the door opened a crack, and a fat figure stood in the shadows, asking angrily: "Who are you looking for?"

"Postman." Feng Bujue said coldly with eyes filled with confusion, "Deliver the letter." He picked up the ID and waved it in front of the other party, then handed over the envelope, "Let me guess... you don't want to accept it, do you? "

Fatty No. 3 was stunned for a few seconds, then nodded: "Yeah! I won't accept it!"

"Do you want me to tell you your command code before you accept it?" Feng Bujue asked in a long tone, staring with dead eyes.

"Uh...right." Fatty No. 3 replied.

"Ah..." Brother Jue sighed, "Let me confirm first... what is your code?"

"Three...three digits." Fatty No. 3 replied reluctantly.

"Niang Xipi..." Feng Bujue cursed fiercely, and then thought to himself, "Three digits... It's not impossible to guess. If you are almost lucky, you can only report more than 800 numbers. Within fifteen minutes I will definitely be able to complete the report... But according to this trend, the subsequent codes are likely to be longer... What if I am given a seven-digit number later? Even if I read it at the speed of a tongue twister, I won't be able to finish it until dark... "

"You... do you know the code?" Fatty No. 3 saw Brother Jue's expression of embarrassment and continued, "If you don't know, just go back!"

"Hmm..." Feng Bujue thought for two seconds and replied, "Suppose...please note that this is just a hypothesis. If I don't know, then...where can I get your command code?"

"Only the ghost postman knows everyone's command code." Fatty No. 3 replied.

"What?" Brother Jue was stunned for half a second, and then continued, "I said...you are not trying to trick me, are you?"

"Where do you get that?" Fatty No. 3 asked back.

"You should know...if you talk to the ghost postman, he will attack you with 'soul electric shock'." Feng Bujue said.

"Yes." Fatty No. 3 replied in a matter-of-fact tone, "so everyone writes to him." He paused, "Who would be stupid enough to talk to him?"

"Fatty, wait for me..." The next second, Feng Bujue turned around and left, cursing.

Combined with the content in the "Work Manual", Fatty No. 3's answer should be credible. At this time, Brother Jue finally realized...this side quest is far from as simple as it seems. Whether it can be completed before midnight depends on the progress in the future... (To be continued...)