Thriller Paradise

The seal did not spend too much time on this second homeowner, because when he reported to the "sixteen", the other party received the letter.

[Spurline task progress update]

[Send all the letters before midnight, the current progress is 2/13]

The system voice sounded at the right time, and the content in the taskbar also changed accordingly.

"Oh..." The second homeowner’s reaction was the same as the first one. He took the letter and turned and wanted to slam the door.

Feeling his brother's eyes fast, he took the toe out into the door seam and pulled the doorknob from the outside. He said: "And slow, I still have a problem."

"What?" The homeowner responded impatiently.

"You are in this town... Is there any relative?" asked the seal.

“Ha?” The owner replied in a very inexplicable tone. “Why do you ask?” He paused for half a second and then answered. “I have no relatives, neither.”

After all, he didn't even close the door, he turned and walked away.

"Hey! Hey!" He shouted and shouted twice, but the other party completely ignored it and listened to footsteps... The goods seemed to have gone upstairs.

Later, I felt that I had tried to break into the door. The seam was very narrow, and the chain lock inside the door was very strong. After three minutes of trial, he had to give up.

"There is a problem..." When I returned to the bicycle, I still read, "There is definitely a problem..." He slammed the car and turned his mind. "How do I feel this guy and the first homeowner are The same person... Did the goods finish my letter on the 3rd of the First Avenue and then came to the second street on the 9th Street to pretend to be the second owner?" He shook his head slightly. "Well... it seems unlikely, I The speed of cycling is still very fast. And it is the shortest route, even if he has a motorcycle, or has a horse... I want to bypass me and arrive early, the time is very tight. Unless...the two houses There is a tunnel underground, and there is some kind of transportation in the tunnel that is faster than the bicycle, otherwise he can't do this."

Read it here. In his mind, he roughly reviewed the story and soundtrack of the classic film "Authentic Warfare", and then ... overturned the above assumptions.

"Well... they are not the same person, they must be related." Then I thought, "I didn't see his face, but the sound, posture, and even tone showed that these two people are very similar... ..." He carefully recalled the conversation with the second homeowner. "From the performance of the second fat man (which is naturally a temporary code for NPC), he is not like lying. At least he thinks... he has no other relatives in the town."

Feeling brother raised his hand and scratched his head: "Is it because... decades ago... the fat man of the first fat man often went to the second fat family to move around? Or the father of the second fat man often went to the fat one The family is moving? Or the fat man of the first fat man often..." He shrugged and stopped this meaningless speculation. "Well... in fact, these situations can be classified as the same situation..." After you understand it. Again, "I will keep the possibility of being a brother, and think about other assumptions..."

In this way, he thought while riding a bicycle...

After about five minutes, I felt a stunned look and smiled at the corner of my mouth: "With!"

In the next second, he whispered, "Cloning people..."

As the saying goes - "the mental patient has a wide range of thinking." Although Jing Ge is not a patient, but the spirit is indeed not the same as ordinary people, and his thinking... can be said to break through the sky.

"Yes...whatever I think. It makes sense." Feng Shou thought quite confidently. "The phrase "a relative is not there" can also be explained by this conclusion."

When he thought about it, he happened to come to the address of the third letter: [Third Street, No. 7. 】

This is another two-story home. There is no mailbox in front of the house, and the turf is yellow in front of the house. The structure and shape of the house. It is no different from the previous two.

啪啪啪——

"Open the door and open the door!" This time, I feel that even the "someone?" problem is saved. He slammed the door panel and shouted people out to open the door, as if he had come to copy the house.

quickly. There was another movement in the room.

The second floor, fat man, slippers... you know.

After more than a minute, the door opened a slit, and an obese figure stood in the shadow. He asked without hesitation: "Who are you looking for?"

"Postman." Feng Wei blinked, cold and cold, "deliver the letter." He picked up the document and shook it in front of the other party, then handed the envelope, "Let me guess... do you want to accept it?" ”

The third fat man squatted for a few seconds, then nodded like a sieve: "Hmm! No!"

"Is it necessary for me to report your order code before you receive it?" Feng Weng stretched the sound and asked the dead fisheye.

"Oh... yes." The third fat man replied.

"Ah..." I felt a sigh. "I will confirm it first... How many digits is your code?"

"Three...three digits." The third fat man replied reluctantly.

"Niang Xipi..." Feng did not feel awkwardly swearing, then the heart said, "Three digits... guess it is not impossible, luck is almost reported more than eight hundred, only fifteen minutes I am sure I can finish it... But according to this trend, the code afterwards is likely to be longer... If you give me a seven-digit number in the back, even if I use the speed of tongue-twisting, I can’t finish it. ”

"You... do you know the code?" The fat man on the 3rd saw the face of the brother, and he answered. "If you don't know, go back!"

"Well..." I thought for two seconds, replied, "Assume... Please note that it's just a hypothesis, assuming I don't know, then... Where should I go to get your instruction code?"

"Only the ghost postman knows everyone's instruction code." The third fat man replied.

"What?" Feeling brother stunned for half a second, and said, "I said... you should not want to yin me?"

"Where does this say?" asked the third fat man.

"You should be clear... and when you talk to the ghost postman, you will be attacked by his "soul electric shock."

"Yeah." Fat No. 3 replied in a natural tone. "So everyone wrote to him." He paused. "Who would be stupid to talk to him."

"Dead fat, you give me a wait..." The next second, I couldn't help but turn my head and leave, and my mouth was still awkward.

Combined with the contents of the "workbook", the answer of the third fat man should be credible. At this time, I realized that my brother finally realized... This branch task is far from being as simple as it seems. Can you finish before midnight, you have to see the progress of the next... (to be continued)