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"What did you say?" Feng Bujue's attitude was very tough, "Let me dismantle it?" He snorted coldly, "Are you sick? What if it explodes?"
The homeowner was shocked: "Hey... you said 'this is just a letter, not a bomb'..."
"That's what I say? Then I told you to receive the letter, do you listen?" Feng Bujue interrupted sharply, "Stop talking nonsense, get it quickly, I still have a dozen letters to send , very busy."
"No... I refuse." Although the owner expressed his refusal, he didn't slam the door again, nor did he mean to drive Jue away. After hesitating for a few seconds, he read, "If you insist on me accepting this Letter, just report my 'command code'..."
"What code?" Feng Bujue asked suspiciously.
"Command code." The homeowner repeated.
"What is that?" Brother Jue asked again.
"Don't you know... Hehehe..." The owner suddenly laughed, "Then I'm sorry, sorry I can't..."
"Wait." Feng Bujue interrupted the other party again, "Just say the 'command code', this letter... you must accept it, right?"
The owner swallowed nervously: "If you can tell... I will accept the letter."
"Oh..." Feng Bujue nodded, and then began to flicker, "When I went out, the director told me many command codes, and I was a little confused for a while..." He squinted at the other party and asked tentatively , "Your code... is it a number or English?"
"All command codes are numbers." The owner replied quickly, but after the words came out, he was stunned again, "Eh? Are English codes introduced now?"
"That's right." One of Feng Bujue's specialties. Just talking nonsense in a serious manner, "There are also the ones that mix English and numbers." He paused, "Oh... by the way, how many digits is your code?"
"Uh... one digit..." the homeowner replied in a deep voice.
"One digit?" Feng Bujue looked at the black figure behind the door with an expression like "Are you fucking kidding me?", and was silent for a moment. Then he asked in a questioning tone: "Um... one?"
"Damn..." After hearing the number, the homeowner muttered angrily, reached out to take the letter, and then... closed the door.
[Submission progress update] The system voice also sounded at this moment.
"Damn it?" Feng Bujue looked at the door panel, dumbfounded, "What plane... What is it... Substitute a code? Isn't it just one? One digit... I can guess it up to ten times Come on! You are sick!"
He yelled and cursed at the door panel. Just turned around and left. While walking through the front yard, he glanced at the game menu and confirmed that the task progress had changed to [Send all letters before midnight, current progress 1/13].
"But... let's get back to it..." Brother Jue returned to the bicycle and whispered in his mouth. "This guy's performance is very abnormal, and it doesn't seem to be an IQ problem..." His eyes moved instinctively to the temporary work card in his hand, "After learning of my identity, his attitude has changed. There has been an obvious change. Although he is not very willing, but he still answered all kinds of questions I raised..." As he spoke, he put his work card back into the inner pocket of his jacket, "It seems... this thing is more useful than I imagined it was much bigger..."
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If there are books, it will be long, but if there are no books, it will be short.
ten minutes later. Brother Jue followed the order and came to the second delivery address: [Second Street, No. 9.]
"Well... at this speed. Even if I go to a place other than the delivery address to do some research, the time is completely enough." When Feng Bujue stopped the bicycle, he thought to himself, "It's ten o'clock in the morning. There are still twelve letters on hand, even if I deliver one in half an hour on average. I can still deliver it before four o'clock in the afternoon. During this period, it is more than enough to have lunch... "
He thought about it. On the one hand, he walked towards the door of a private house.
The house was almost identical to the one at Three First Avenue, except for a slightly different color on the exterior.
And there is no mailbox in front of this house either. Its front yard was also overgrown with weeds.
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"Is anyone there?" Feng Bujue called the door in the same way as before.
After a brief silence, there was some movement from the second floor of the house, and then... There was still the sound of a fat man wearing slippers going downstairs.
Click—
After a while, the door opened, still only a crack.
The house was pitch-black, and the second owner was also standing in the darkness, and asked feebly, "Who are you looking for?"
This situation gave Feng Bujue a very strong sense of déjà vu, and he couldn't help thinking, "What's going on? Even the voice is the same? Twins?"
"Who are you looking for?" Seeing that Brother Jue didn't reply, the owner asked again.
Feng Bujue thought for half a second, and then directly showed his ID: "The postman." After saying that, he handed over the envelope, "Delivery."
The two concise sentences made the homeowner gasp: "You... this..." He stammered a few words, and after a while he managed to utter a whole sentence: "I don't want it! You take it away! "
"Hmph... don't want it?" Feng Bujue sneered, "Do you want me to report your command code before you accept it?"
His tone, as if he really knew...
"You... you said..." The homeowner seemed to have a little luck and refused to give in.
"Two?" Feng Bujue asked tentatively.
"Hahahahaha..." Suddenly, the house owner laughed loudly, "No!"
"Three?" Feng Bujue tried another one, anyway, it doesn't cost money to try...
"No..." the homeowner replied again.
"Four?" Brother Jue continued to read as if nothing had happened.
"No!" The owner raised his voice and interrupted, "I said... are you going to report them one by one?"
"That's right." Feng Bujue replied, "Can't you?"
"Uh..." The homeowner thought for a while, "Yes..." gave an affirmative answer.
"Oh, that's right..." Feng Bujue thought of something again, and he continued, "Your command code should also be a one-digit number?"
"It's two digits." The other party replied.
"Huh?" Feng Bujue was stunned for a moment, and immediately thought to himself: "Hey, hey... this doesn't seem too good, I thought it was all one-digit numbers... but the second guy is two-digit numbers... So what? There are seven-digit and eight-digit numbers in the back, even if I have the patience to try them one by one, the time will not be enough... "
"You... can you go back?" the owner asked without confidence.
And Feng Bujue's response was: "Hmm..." He cleared his throat and smiled, "Huh... Eleven?" () R0
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