Thriller Paradise Chapter 708
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Chapter 708: 708
Feng didn’t spend too much time on the second homeowner, because when he reported to “16”, the other party accepted the letter.
Update the progress of regional task
[send all letters before midnight, current progress 2 / 13]
the system voice rings in time, and the content in the task bar has changed accordingly.
“Hateful…” The second owner’s reaction was the same as the first one. He took the letter angrily, turned around and tried to slam the door.
Brother Jue, with his eyes broken and feet fast, took the lead to stretch the toe of his shoe into the crack of the door, and pulled the doorknob from the outside, saying: “wait a minute, I have another problem.”
“What?” The owner replied impatiently.
“You are in this town Do you have any relatives? ” Asked Feng unconsciously.
“Ha?” The owner replied in a very inexplicable tone, “why do you ask?” He paused for half a second and then said, “I have no relatives, not one.”
After that, he didn’t even close the door, so he turned around and walked away.
“Hello! Hello! ” Feng didn’t realize that he called twice more, but the other side didn’t pay any attention. Listen to the footsteps The goods seem to have gone upstairs.
Later, brother Jue tried to break into the door again. However, the gap was very narrow and the chain lock in the door was also very strong After three minutes of trying, he had to give up.
“There is a problem…” When Feng didn’t realize he was back on his bike, he still said, “there must be something wrong…” He pedaled forward, his mind turned sharply. “How do I feel that this guy and the first homeowner are the same person After receiving my letter at No. 3, first street, the goods came to No. 9, Second Street, pretending to be the second homeowner? ” He shook his head slightly. “Well It seems unlikely that I can ride fast. And the shortest route, even if he has a motorcycle or a horse It’s also very tight in time to get around me and arrive early. Unless… There’s a tunnel under the two houses, and there’s some kind of faster vehicle than bicycle in the tunnel, otherwise he can’t do it. ”
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Read this. He briefly reviewed the plot and soundtrack of the classic movie “tunnel war” in his mind, and then The above assumption is overturned.
“Well If they are not the same person, they must be connected. ” Then he thought, “although I didn’t see his face clearly, his voice, posture and tone all showed that they were very similar…” He recalled his conversation with the second owner. “But judging from the performance of the second fat man (which is naturally the temporary code name given by Jue Ge to NPC), he doesn’t seem to be lying. At least he thinks I have no other relatives in town. ”
Brother Jue raised his hand and scratched his head: “is it because Decades ago Does fat one’s father often go to fat two’s house? Or does the father of the second fatty often go to the first fatty’s house? Or the fat one’s mother often… ” He shrugged and stopped the meaningless conjecture In fact, these situations seem to be the same… ” When he understood. Then he said, “let’s keep the possibility that they are brothers, and think about other assumptions…”
In this way, he thought while riding
About five minutes later, brother Jue’s eyes and mouth smile: “yes!”
The next second, he whispered, “Clone…”
The so-called “wide thinking of mental patients”. Although brother Jue is not a patient, he is different from ordinary people in spirit, and his thinking It’s a breakthrough.
“Yes If you think so. It makes sense. ” Feng unconsciously read confidently, “that sentence” no relatives “, can also be explained by this conclusion.”
As he thought about it, he happened to arrive at the address of the third letter: [Third Avenue, No. 7]. ]This is another two-story house. There is no mailbox in front of the house, and the turf in front of the door is yellow. The structure and shape of the house. It is the same as the two previous households.
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Open the door This time, brother Jue even said, “is there anyone?” This problem has been eliminated. He clapped the doorplate directly and called for people to come out and open the door, as if he had come to copy home.
Soon. There was another movement in the room.
Second floor, fat man, slippers You know.
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More than a minute later, the door opened a crack, and a fat figure stood in the shadow. He asked angrily, “who are you looking for?”
“Postman.” Seal not to feel empty eyes, cold received, “send a letter.” He picked up the certificate and shook it in front of the right side, then handed the envelope, “let me guess You don’t want to take it, do you? ”
Fat three was stunned for a few seconds, then nodded like a sieve: “mm-hmm! No! ”
“Do you want me to report your instruction code before you receive it?” Feng doesn’t think he has a long voice. He stares at the dead fish’s eyes and asks.
“Er Right. ” The fat three replied.
“Ah…” Brother Jue sighed, “I’ll make sure first How many digits is your code? ”
“Three Three digits. ” “No.3 fat man replied reluctantly.
“Niang xipi…” Feng unknowingly scolded severely, and then said, “three figures It’s not bad to guess. It’s lucky to report more than 800 numbers. It’s sure to be finished in 15 minutes But following this trend, the code is likely to be longer In case you give me a seven digit number, I can’t finish it even if I use the speed of tongue twister until dark… ”
“You Do you know the code? ” Seeing that brother Jue’s face was ugly, fat man No. 3 said, “if you don’t know, go back!”
“Well…” After thinking for two seconds, Feng replied, “suppose Please note that it’s just a hypothesis, if I don’t know, then Where can I get your command code? ”
“Only the ghost postman knows everyone’s instruction code.” The fat three replied.
“What?” Brother Jue was stunned for half a second and said, “I said Don’t you want to be negative
“Where does this begin?” Asked fat three.
“You should know If you talk to the ghost postman, he will attack you with “soul shock.” I don’t know.
“Yes.” Fat three replied in a natural tone, “so everyone wrote to him.” He paused. “Who would be stupid enough to talk to him?”
“Fat man, wait for me…” In the next second, Feng turns around and leaves, swearing.
Combined with the contents of the “work manual”, the answer of fat three should be credible. Then brother Jue finally realized The regional task is far from simple. Whether it can be finished before midnight depends on the next progress (to be continued) only one second to remember this website www.biquga.com, the fastest updated novel website of biquga!
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