After leaving No. 7 Third Street, Feng Bujue did not rush to the Zhenbei Cemetery immediately, but continued towards the address of the fourth recipient of the letter.
He is a very organized person and will not easily disrupt his plans.
According to the route he had set in advance, after delivering the ninth letter, stopping by the cemetery was the most reasonable and time-saving plan.
Therefore... although he was unable to send the third letter at the moment, he was still prepared to stick to the original route and make further calculations after collecting more information...
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Ten minutes later, [Fourth Street, No. 10.]
Brother Jue stopped in front of a familiar house, crossed a piece of familiar turf, stood on a familiar porch, and knocked on a familiar door.
Bang bang bang——
"Open the door! Speed!" Feng Bujue shouted while patting.
Soon, familiar footsteps were heard upstairs, the door was opened a crack, and in the shadow behind the door, a familiar voice sounded: "Who are you looking for?"
"Postman, deliver the letter." Feng Bujue replied with these two words very quickly, and skillfully showed the ID, and then asked, "Do you accept it or not?"
"No..." Fatty No. 4 only said one syllable.
Brother Jue interrupted the other party rudely: "What is the number of your command code?"
"Uh..." The other party hesitated for half a second and replied, "Four...four digits..."
"Is the first one one?" On the way here, Feng Bujue had an idea. He wanted to take advantage of the recipients' characteristic of "answering all questions" and rely on a set of specific and targeted questioning methods.
Get the specific value of the instruction code.
It's a pity... This kind of behavior will naturally not be successful... The system will not allow such unskilled and unskilled behavior.
"I can't answer this question." Fatty No. 4 said this in a tone that sounded like a game NPC.
"Oh..." Feng Bujue was not too surprised, because he also knew that this method would most likely fail. He just asked with a tentative attitude, "Then... this number
Is it larger than 5555 or smaller than 5555?"
"I can't answer this question." Fatty No. 4 repeated the same answer in the same tone and voice as before.
"Is this an odd number or an even number? Is it a prime number? Is it a lucky number?" Feng Bujue asked three questions in one breath.
"I can't answer any of these questions." Fatty No. 4 said he had no comment.
"Okay." Feng Bujue looked very calm. At this moment, he was certain that these recipients could only disclose the "category" (numbers, not letters or others) and "number of digits" of the instruction code.
"Do you have anything else? Just leave as soon as possible." Two seconds later, Fatty No. 4 couldn't wait to issue an eviction order.
"Before I leave, I want to ask..." Brother Jue once again used the method he used to deal with Fatty No. 2. He stopped him from slamming the door and asked, "Are you a clone?"
"What are you talking about? I can't understand." Fatty No. 4 replied.
"Oh?" Feng Bujue's eyes moved slightly, and he thought to himself: "It's not that I can't answer this time... but that I can't understand..."
"If you don't know the code, I won't receive the letter. Please reply." Five seconds later, Fatty No. 4 saw that the door could not be closed, so he simply put aside his words and turned around and went upstairs.
This time, Brother Jue didn't try to break in. He just quickly returned to the bicycle and headed for the fifth address.
"Well... I almost understand." He speeded up his pedaling and thinking pace, "The responses of these recipients to the questions are... 'can answer', 'cannot answer', and '
Unable to understand or respond'." He mused in his mouth, "Judging from the results of the test, the information that can be answered is the most basic clue to the puzzle that I urgently need at present; while some of the answers are too direct.
, or opportunistic temptations, are all classified as 'unanswerable'; as for 'unable to understand or give feedback', it shows...from the script setting, these NPCs are unable to provide clues and answers to corresponding questions."
When he thought of this, his expression became solemn: "Things are a little more complicated than imagined... In short, it would be better to try again after arriving at the next address to confirm."
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To make a long story short, by 11:30 in the morning, Feng Bujue had already addressed the first nine letters.
Except for the first and second recipients who accepted the letter, none of the recipients of the third to ninth letters accepted the letter.
However, Brother Jue still succeeded in confirming his previous inferences from them, and asked them one by one about the number of digits in their command codes.
Starting from the one on Third Street to "Fat Man No. 9" on Ninth Street, the command codes of these seven people are: three digits, four digits, five digits, six digits, seven digits, eight digits
digits and tens digits.
"Okay...it's almost time to contact my 'ghost' colleague." After leaving the room at No. 3 Ninth Street, Feng Bujue got on his bicycle, raised his head and muttered, "According to the map... from
On the way to the cemetery, you will pass by a store, where you should be able to get the paper needed to send letters..."
Along the way, he has gradually discovered the details of writing letters to the ghost postman: letters sent to the ghost postman do not require envelopes and stamps, as long as they follow the correct letter format and write the content directly on white paper and deliver it. But write
The paper of the letter must be clean, the writing must be neat, and the wording must be polite and precise.
Of course, even if the sender strictly follows these requirements...it is still unknown whether the ghost postman will reply after receiving the letter, and how soon he will reply...
"Anyway, I already have a pen to write letters..." Feng Bujue muttered while riding his bicycle. "If the store is open normally, I can also buy some food and drink to replenish my physical energy. Even if it is not open normally, I can make a
It shouldn’t be difficult to use paper or something…”
Just as Brother Jue was thinking, suddenly...
Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...That familiar voice came from the fog again.
"Are you coming?" Brother Jue's eyes quickly caught the tire marks on the ground, and he knew that his "colleague" was passing by again.
"Oh... Brother, let's make way for you." Feng Bujue muttered silently in his heart, turned the car around, and rode towards the roadside.
He originally thought that the ghost postman would pass by silently like when he first met him, but unexpectedly...
call--
With the sound of breaking wind, a roll of newspaper suddenly appeared from mid-air and landed accurately in Brother Jue's bicycle pocket.
Judging from the flight path of the newspaper... it seems that it was thrown by the ghost postman when he passed by Brother Jue. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!
