Thriller Paradise

"What do you say?" The attitude of Feng Shou is very tough. "Let me take it apart?" He snorted. "Are you sick? What if you explode?"

The owner was shocked: "Hey... you said, ‘this is just a letter, not a bomb’...”

"What do I say is what? I said that let you receive the letter, do you listen?" Feng did not know how to interrupt, "less nonsense, hurry up, I have more than a dozen letters to send here. Very busy."

"No... I refuse." Although the owner refused, but did not slam the door, and did not drive away the meaning of the brother, he hesitated for a few seconds, read, "If you want me to accept this The letter, I will report my 'instruction code'..."

"What code?" Suddenly suspected.

"Instruction code." The owner repeated it again.

"What is that?" asked Keen.

"You don't know... Hehehe..." The owner suddenly laughed. "That's sorry, I can't..."

"Slow." The seal once again interrupted the other party. "Just say the 'instruction code', this letter... you can't accept it?"

The owner swallowed nervously: "If you can say it... I will accept the letter."

"Oh..." Nodded and nodded, and then began to flicker. "When I went out, the Secretary told me a lot of instruction codes. I was a bit confused at the moment..." He squinted at the other side, tempted Asked, "Your code... is it digital or English?"

"All the instruction codes are numbers." The owner replied quickly, but after the exit, he snorted again. "Hey? Is the English code now introduced?"

"Yes." A great specialty that is not known. It’s just a serious nonsense. “There is also a mix of English and numbers.” He paused. “Oh... yes, how many digits does your code come from?”

"Oh... one number..." The owner screamed back.

"One digit?" Feng Shou looked at the black shadow behind the door with a look like "You tm tease me?", silent for a moment. Then use the questioning tone: "Well... one?"

"Awful..." After the owner heard the number, he whispered a word, reached out and took the letter, and then... closed the door.

[Square task progress update] System voice also sounded at this moment.

"Where?" I didn't feel the stunned look at the door panel. "Is it a plane... what makes Dongdong... a code for a hair? Isn't it one? One number... I guess the most ten times. Just guessed it! You are sick!"

He yelled a few words at the door panel. Just turned and left. In the process of passing through the front yard, he also scanned the game menu and confirmed that the progress of the mission has changed to [send all the letters before midnight, the current progress 1/13].

"But... I have to say it..." He felt back to the bicycle and whispered in his mouth. "The performance of this cargo is very abnormal, and it is not like the problem of IQ..." His vision was instinctively moved to the temporary work permit in his hand. "After knowing my identity, his attitude is There was a noticeable change. Although not very willing, he still answered all the questions I asked..." He said, he took the work permit back into the pocket on the inside of the jacket. "Look... this thing The role is much bigger than I thought..."

............

Books are long and books are short.

ten minutes later. Jue brother came to the second delivery address in order: [Second Street, No. 9. 】

"Well... according to this speed. Even if I go to the place outside the delivery address to do some investigation, the time is completely enough." When I stopped the bicycle, I thought, "It’s 10 am now. I still have 12 letters on hand, even if I send one on average for half an hour. I can also finish it before 4 pm, during which time I have enough time to have a lunch..."

He thought about it. Going to the door of a private house.

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

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

啪啪啪——

"Someone?" The seal was also used in the same way as before.

After a short silence, there was some movement on the second floor of the house, and then... the sound of a fat man wearing slippers to go downstairs.

咔——

After a while, the door opened and there was still only one slit.

The darkness of the house, the second owner was standing in the dark, and asked weakly: "Who are you looking for?"

In this situation, the seal has produced a very strong sense of both eyes. He can't help but say: "What is the situation? Even the voice is the same? Twins?"

"Who are you looking for?" The owner felt that he had not answered, and asked again.

Unexpectedly thought for half a second, directly revealed the certificate: "postman." After that, he handed the envelope, "deliver the letter."

Concise and concise two sentences, but let the owner take a breath of air: "You ... this ..." He groaned a few words, and then squeezed the whole word after a long ring: "I don't! You take go!"

"Oh... don't?" Feng Xiaoxiao sneered. "Is it necessary for me to report your order code?"

His tone, as if he really knows...

"You...you said..." The house owner seemed to have a hint of luck and refused to give in.

"Two?" Feng did not feel tempted to ask.

"Ha ha ha ha ha..." Suddenly, the owner laughed, "No!"

"Three?" I did not feel that I tried another one. Anyway, I try not to spend money...

"No..." The owner replied again.

"Four?" I felt that my brother would continue to read if nothing happened.

“No!” The owner raised his voice and interrupted. “I said... Are you planning to report one by one?”

"Yes." Feng did not feel replied, "Can't you?"

"Oh..." The homeowner thought for a moment, "may..." gave a positive answer.

"Oh, yes..." I thought about what I thought, and he said, "Your instruction code should be a single number?"

"It is a double digit." The other party replied.

"Ha?" The seal stunned and immediately whispered: "Hey... It doesn't look so good, I thought it was all a single number... The second guy is a double digit... ...in case there is a seven-figure and eight-digit number behind, even if I have the patience to try it one by one, the time will not be enough..."

"You... can you go back?" the owner asked without any enthusiasm.

The unrecognized response was: "Uh huh..." He cleared his throat, and he smiled, "Oh... eleven?" (to be continued)