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    "What did you say?" Feng Bujue's attitude was very tough, "You want me to dismantle it?" He snorted coldly, "Are you sick? What if it explodes?"

    The owner of the house was shocked: "Hey you said yourself, 'This is just a letter, not a bomb'"

    "What I said is what I said? Then I asked you to receive the letter, do you listen?" Feng Bujue interrupted sharply, "Stop talking nonsense and get it quickly. I have more than a dozen letters to deliver.  , very busy.¡±

    "NoI refuse." Although the owner of the house expressed his refusal, he did not slam the door again, nor did he mean to drive Brother Jue away. After hesitating for a few seconds, he said, "If you insist that I accept this  Write a letter and report my 'command code'"

    "What code?" Feng Bujue asked suspiciously.

    ¡°Command code.¡± The homeowner repeated it again.

    "What is that?" Brother Jue asked again.

    "Don't you knowhehehe" the owner suddenly laughed, "I'm sorry, I can't"

    "Wait a minute." Feng Bujue interrupted the other party again, "As long as you say the 'command code', this letter you have to accept it, right?"

    The owner of the house swallowed nervously: "If you can tell meI will accept the letter."

    "Oh" Feng Bujue nodded, and then started to fool around, "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 person and said tentatively.  Asked, "That code of yoursis it numbers or English?"

    "All command codes are numbers." The owner of the house quickly replied, but after the words came out, he was stunned again, "Eh? Have English codes been introduced now?"

    "That's right." Feng Bujue's big specialty.  He was just talking nonsense in a serious manner, "There is also the kind that mixes English and numbers." He paused, "Oh By the way, what is the number of your code?"

    "Uhone digit" the owner of the house replied in a deep voice.

    "Single digit?" Feng Bujue looked at the black figure behind the door with an expression like "Are you kidding me?" and was silent for a moment.  Then he said in a questioning tone: "Umone?"

    "Damn it" After hearing the number, the owner of the house muttered angrily, reached out to take the letter, and then closed the door.

    [Side mission progress update] The system voice also sounded at this moment.

    "What the hell?" Feng Bujue looked at the door panel, dumbfounded, "What kind of plane are you referring to What are you ordering to give you a Mao code? Isn't it just one? A single digit I can only guess ten times at most.  You guessed it! You are sick!"

    He yelled and cursed at the door panel.  Just then he turned around and left.  While walking through the front yard, he also 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 softly.  "This guy's behavior is very abnormal, and it doesn't look like he has an IQ problem" His eyes instinctively moved to the temporary work permit in his hand, "After learning my identity, his attitude changed.  There have been obvious changes. Although he didn't look very willing, he still answered all the questions I asked" As he said that, he put his work ID card back into the inner pocket of his jacket, "It looks like this thing  The effect is much greater than I imagined"

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    ??If there is a book, it will be long; if there is no book, it will be short.

    ten minutes later.  Brother Jue followed the order and came to the second delivery address: [Second Street, No. 9.  ¡¿

    "Wellat this speed. Even if I go to a place other than the delivery address to do some research, the time will be enough." Feng Bujue thought to himself when he stopped the bicycle, "It's ten o'clock in the morning.  I still have twelve letters on hand. Even if I deliver one letter every half an hour on average, I can still finish them before four o'clock in the afternoon. It's more than enough time to have lunch during this period"

    He was thinking.  On the other hand, he walked towards the door of a private house.

    The style of this house is almost the same as that of No. 3 First Street, except that the color of the exterior wall is slightly different.

    And there is no mailbox in front of this house.  Its front yard is also overgrown.

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    "Is anyone there?" Feng Bujue also used the same method of calling the door as before.

    After a brief silence, there was some movement from the second floor of the house, and then there was the sound of a fat man coming downstairs in slippers.

    ¡ª¡ª

    After a while, the door opened, still only open a crack.

      The house was pitch dark, and the second owner was standing in the darkness, feebly asking: "Who are you looking for?"

    This situation gave Feng Bujue a very strong sense of d¨¦j¨¤ vu. He couldn't help but think to himself: "What's going on? Even the voices are the same? Twins?"

    "Who are you looking for?" Seeing Brother Jue didn't reply, the owner asked again.

    Feng Bujue thought for half a second and then showed his ID: "Postman." After that, he handed over the envelope and said, "Deliver the letter."

    The two concise sentences made the owner of the house gasp: "Youthis" He muttered a few words hesitantly, and after a while he squeezed out a complete sentence: "I don't want it! You take it  Walk!"

    "Huh no?" Feng Bujue sneered, "Do you want me to give you your command code before you accept it?"

    His tone sounded as if he really knew

    "Youyou said" The owner of the house seemed to be taking a chance and refused to give in.

    "Two?" Feng Bujue asked tentatively.

    "Hahahahaha" Suddenly, the owner of the house laughed, "That's not right!"

    "Three?" Feng Bujue tried another one. It doesn't cost anything to try anyway

    "That's not right" the owner of the house replied.

    "Four?" Brother Jue continued reading as if nothing had happened.

    "That's not right!" The owner of the house raised his voice and interrupted, "I saidare you planning to retaliate one by one?"

    "That's right." Feng Bujue replied, "Isn't it possible?"

    "Uh" the owner thought for a moment, "Okay" and gave an affirmative answer.

    "Oh, by the way" Feng Bujue thought of something again, and he continued, "Your command code should also be a single digit, right?"

    ¡°It¡¯s two digits,¡± the other party replied.

    "Huh?" Feng Bujue was stunned for a moment, and then thought to himself: "Hey, hey this doesn't seem good, I thought they were all single digits but the second guy turned out to be double digits  Then what if there are seven or eight figures in the back? Even if I have the patience to try them one by one, I won¡¯t have enough time"

    "Youcan you go back?" the owner asked without confidence.

    Feng Bujue's response was: "Uh-huh" He cleared his throat and chuckled, "Huh Eleven?" (To be continued)
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