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    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.

    ¡¾Side mission progress update¡¿

    ¡¾Send all letters before midnight, current progress 2/13¡¿

    The system voice sounded in a timely manner, and the content in the taskbar also changed accordingly.

    "Damn it" The second homeowner's reaction was exactly the same as the first one. He took the letter angrily, turned around and wanted to slam the door.

    Brother Jue, who had quick eyes and quick feet, took advantage of the situation and stretched the toe of his shoe into the crack of the door. He 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 saying that, he turned around and walked away without even closing the door.

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

    ¡°Subsequently, 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, this guy came to No. 9 Second Street to pretend to be the second owner?" He shook his head slightly, "Hmm It seems unlikely, I  The speed of riding is still very fast. And it is the shortest route. Even if he has a motorcycle or a horse If he wants to bypass me and arrive early, the time will be very tight. Unless those two houses  There is a tunnel underground, and there is some kind of transportation in the tunnel that is faster than a bicycle, otherwise he would not be able to do this."

    Thinking about this.  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, "Although I didn't see his face clearly, no matter the voice, posture, or even tone, the two people are very similar  " He carefully recalled the conversation with the second homeowner.  "But judging from the behavior of Fatty No. 2 (which is naturally the temporary codename given to the NPC by Brother Jue), it doesn't seem like he is lying. At least he thinks that he has no other relatives in the town."

    Brother Jue raised a hand and scratched his head: "Is it because decades ago Fatty No. 1's dad often went to Fatty No. 2's house? Or maybe Fatty No. 2's dad often went to Fatty No. 1's house.  Walking around the house? Or maybe Fatty No. 1¡¯s mother often" He shrugged and stopped this meaningless speculation, "Well Actually, these situations seem to be classified into the same situation" He  After understanding.  He added, "Then let's keep the possibility that they are brothers and think about other hypotheses"

    ¡°That¡¯s it,¡± 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, "Clone"

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

    "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 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.  It is no different from the previous two households.

    ¡ª¡ª

    ¡°Open the door, open the door, open the door!¡± This time, Brother Jue simply skipped the question ¡°Is there anyone there?¡±  He just slapped the door panel and called for someone 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, slippersyou 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, eyes empty, "Delivery 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.? seconds, and then nodded like a sieve: "Yeah! I won't accept it!"

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

    "Uhyes." Fatty No. 3 replied.

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

    "Threethree 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 a seven-digit number is given to me 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?" Seeing Brother Jue's expression of embarrassment, Fatty No. 3 continued, "If you don't know, just go back!"

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

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

    "What?" Brother Jue was stunned for half a second, then continued, "I said you are trying to trick me, right?"

    "Where do you start talking about this?" Fatty No. 3 asked.

    "You should knowif you talk to the ghost postman, you will be attacked by him with 'soul electric shock'." Feng Bujue said.

    "Yes." Fatty No. 3 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."

    "You damn fat man, just wait for me" The next second, Feng Bujue turned around and left, still cursing.

    Combining the contents of the "work manual", Fat Man No. 3's answer should be credible.  At this time, Brother Jue finally realizedthis side mission was far from being as simple as it seemed.  Whether it can be completed before midnight still depends on the progress (To be continued)
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