Thriller Paradise

Feng bujue did not spend too much time on the second house owner because when he reported to' sixteen ', the man had already accepted the letter.

[Sub mission updated]

[Send out all letters before midnight. Current progress 2/13]

The system's voice sounded, and the contents of the quest Bar changed accordingly.

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

Brother Jue was quick to react. He pushed the tip of his shoe into the gap of the door and grabbed the doorknob from the outside."Wait, I still have a question."

"What?" The owner of the house replied impatiently.

"Do you ... Have any relatives in this town?" Feng bujue asked.

"Ha?" "Why do you ask?" the owner of the house asked in a strange tone. He paused for half a second before continuing,"I don't have any relatives, not a single one."

After saying that, he turned around and left without even closing the door.

"Hey! Hey!" Feng bujue called out two more times, but the man ignored him completely. From the sound of his footsteps ... The man seemed to have already headed upstairs.

Then, brother Jue tried to break in, but the door was too narrow, and the lock was very secure. After three minutes, he gave up.

"Something is wrong ..." When Feng bujue returned to the bicycle, he was still mumbling,"something is definitely wrong ..." He pedaled the bicycle forward, and his mind was racing. Why do I feel like this guy is the same person as the first owner ... Could it be that after this guy received my letter at third First Street, he came to ninth Second Street to pretend to be the second owner?" He shook his head slightly."Well ... It doesn't seem possible. I'm still very fast on the bike, and I'm taking the shortest route. Even if he has a motorcycle or a horse ... It's still very tight if he wants to bypass me and arrive in advance. Unless ... There's a tunnel under the two houses, and there's some kind of transportation faster than a bicycle in the tunnel. Otherwise, he can't do this. "

Thinking of this, he roughly recalled the plot and soundtrack of the classic film tunnel warfare in his mind, and then ... He overthrew the above assumption.

"Hmm ... Even if they are not the same person, they must be connected." Feng bujue continued to think."Even though I did not see his face clearly, be it his voice, posture, or even tone, it all shows that the two are very similar ..." He then thought back to the conversation he had with the second homeowner."But from the reaction of the second fat man (this was naturally the temporary nickname that brother Jue gave the NPC), he does not seem to be lying. At the very least, he believes that ... He has no other relatives in town. "

Brother Jue raised a hand and scratched his head.""Could it be because ... A few decades ago ... Number one's father often went to number two's house? Or was it that number two's father often visited number one's house? "Or maybe No. 1 Fatty's mother often ..." He shrugged and stopped this meaningless speculation."Well ... In fact, these situations seem to be the same ..." After he understood, he said,"let's keep the possibility that they are brothers and think about other hypotheses ..."

Just like that, he thought as he rode the bike ...

About five minutes later, brother Jue's eyes narrowed, and he smiled.""There it is!"

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

As the saying goes,"a mental patient has a broad mind." Even though brother Jue was not a mental patient, his mind was indeed different from a normal person 's, and his mind ... Was beyond the horizon.

"That's right ... If you think about it this way, it makes sense. " Feng bujue read it out loud with confidence."The sentence 'not a single relative' can also be explained by this conclusion."

As he was thinking, he arrived at the address of the recipient of the third letter: [3rd Street, No. 7.]

This was another two-story house. There was no mailbox in front of the house, and the grass in front of the door was yellow. The structure and shape of the house were no different from the previous two houses.

"Pa, pa, pa!"

"Open up, open up, open up!" This time, brother Jue simply asked,"anyone there?" He didn't even need to ask this question. He directly knocked on the door and called for someone to open the door, as if he was here to raid the house.

Soon, there was movement in the house.

Second floor, fatty, slippers ... You guys know what I mean.

More than a minute later, the door opened a crack, and a fat figure stood in the shadow. He asked in a bad mood,""Who are you looking for?"

"A postman." Feng bujue narrowed his eyes and answered coldly,"to deliver the letter." He waved his id in front of the man and handed him an envelope."Let me guess ... You don't want to accept it, do you?"

Fatty No. 3 was stunned for a few seconds before he nodded his head."MMH! I won't accept!"

"Are you only going to accept it after I tell you your command code?" Feng bujue dragged out his words and asked with his dead fish eyes.

"Uh ... Yes." Fatty number three replied.

"Ah ..." Brother Jue sighed."Let me confirm ... How many digits is your code?"

"Three ... Three figures." Fatty number three replied unwillingly.

"F * ck ..." Feng bujue cursed and thought to himself, three digits ... It's not that I can't make a guess. If I'm unlucky, I'll only be able to make eight hundred numbers, and I'll be able to finish in fifteen minutes ... But if this trend continues, the code after that might be even longer ... What if they give me a seven-digit number later on? I won't be able to finish even if I recite it at the speed of a tongue twister until the night falls ...

"You ... Do you even know what code is?" Fatty number three saw brother Jue's troubled expression and added,"if you don't know, then go back!"

"Hmm ..." Feng bujue thought about it for two seconds and replied,"if ... Please note, this is just an assumption. If I don't know, then ... Where Can I Get your command code?"

"Only the ghost postman knows everyone's command code." Fatty number three replied.

"What?" Brother Jue was startled for half a second before he said,"I say ... You're not trying to trick me, are you?"

"Why do you say that?" Fatty number three asked.

"You should be clear ... If you talk to the ghost postman, you'll be attacked by his 'Soul Electric shock'." Feng bujue said.

"Yup," Fatty number three replied in a matter-of-fact tone,"that's why everyone wrote to him." He paused for a moment."Who would be stupid enough to talk to him?"

"Damn fatty, just you wait ..." The next second, Feng bujue turned around and left, still cursing.

Combined with the contents of the work manual, No. 3's answer should be credible. Brother Jue finally realized ... This side quest was not as simple as it looked. Whether or not he could finish it before midnight would depend on the following progress ... "If you like this work, you're welcome to come to Qidian.com to give your recommendation and monthly vote. Your support is my greatest motivation. For mobile users, please read on M.Qidian.com.)