“What did you say?” Feng Bujue’s attitude was firm. “Let me dismantle it?” He snorted. “Are you sick? What if it explodes?”

The homeowner was taken aback. “Hey… you were the one who said, ‘It’s just a letter, not a bomb’…”

“Does what I say matter? Then I also said for you to take the letter. Would you listen?” Feng Bujue interrupted sharply. “Enough nonsense. Hurry up and take it. I have more than a dozen letters to deliver. I’m very busy.”

“No… I refuse.” Although the homeowner refused, he didn’t slam the door again, nor did he try to drive Brother Jue away. After hesitating for a few seconds, he said, “If you insist that I accept this letter, then recite my ‘command code’…”

“What code?” Feng Bujue asked suspiciously.

“Command code,” the homeowner repeated.

“What is that thing?” Brother Jue asked again.

“You don’t know? Heh heh heh…” The homeowner suddenly laughed. “Then I’m sorry, I can’t…”

“Wait.” Feng Bujue interrupted him again. “As long as you say the ‘command code,’ you… absolutely have to take this letter, right?”

The homeowner swallowed nervously. “If you can say it… I’ll take the letter.”

“Oh…” Feng Bujue nodded, then started bluffing. “When I left, the director told me a lot of command codes. I’m a little confused…” He glanced at the other person, probing, “Is your code… numbers or letters?”

“All command codes are numbers.” The homeowner replied quickly, but after the words came out, he paused. “Huh? Have they introduced letter codes now?”

“Yeah.” One of Feng Bujue's great skills was talking nonsense with a straight face. “There are even ones that are a mix of letters and numbers.” He paused. “Oh… that’s right, how many digits is your code?”

“Uh… one digit…” the homeowner replied in a low voice.

“One digit?” Feng Bujue looked at the shadow behind the door with a “are you kidding me?” expression, and was silent for a moment. Then, he asked in a questioning tone, “Um… one?”

“Damn it…” After hearing the number, the homeowner muttered resentfully, reached out to take the letter, and then… closed the door.

【Side Quest Progress Updated】 The system voice sounded at that moment.

“What the heck?” Feng Bujue looked at the door panel, stunned. “What kind of airplane… what kind of something… what kind of code? It’s just a one? One digit… I could have guessed it in ten tries at most! Are you sick!”

He cursed at the door panel a few times before turning to leave. While crossing the front yard, he glanced at the game menu and confirmed that the quest progress had changed to 【Deliver all letters before midnight, current progress 113】.

“But… now that I think about it…” Brother Jue returned to his bicycle and muttered softly, “This guy’s behavior is very abnormal. It doesn’t seem like a problem with his intelligence…” His gaze instinctively shifted to the temporary work permit in his hand. “After he learned my identity, his attitude changed significantly. Although he didn’t seem willing, he still answered all the questions I asked…” Saying that, he put the work permit back into the inside pocket of his coat. “It seems… this thing is much more useful than I thought…”

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If there are books, it will be long; if there are no books, it will be short. (idiom - meaning the passage of time)

Ten minutes later, Brother Jue arrived at the second delivery address in order: 【Second Street, Number Nine.】

“Um… at this speed, even if I go to places other than the delivery addresses to do some investigation, there will be plenty of time.” Feng Bujue thought as he stopped his bicycle, “It’s ten in the morning now, and I have twelve letters on hand. Even if I deliver one every half hour on average, I can finish delivering them before four in the afternoon, and I’ll have more than enough time to grab lunch during that time…”

While thinking, he walked towards the door of a residence.

The style of this house was almost identical to the one at Number Three, First Street, except that the color of the exterior wall was slightly different.

And there was no mailbox in front of this house either, and its front yard was also overgrown with weeds.

Knock, knock, knock—

“Is anyone home?” Feng Bujue used the same knocking method as before.

After a brief silence, there was some movement on the second floor of the house, followed by… the sound of a fat man wearing slippers coming downstairs.

Click—

A moment later, the door opened, still only a crack.

The inside of the house was dark, and the second homeowner was also standing in the darkness, asking weakly, “Who are you looking for?”

This scene gave Feng Bujue a very strong sense of déjà vu. He couldn’t help but think, “What’s going on? Even the voice is the same? Twins?”

“Who are you looking for?” The homeowner asked again when he saw that Brother Jue didn’t answer.

Feng Bujue thought for half a second and directly flashed his badge. “Mailman.” After saying that, he handed over the envelope. “Delivering mail.”

Two simple and concise sentences made the homeowner gasp. “You… this…” He muttered a few words haltingly, and after a long while, he squeezed out a complete sentence: “I don’t want it! Take it away!”

“Hmph… don’t want it?” Feng Bujue sneered. “Do I have to recite your command code for you to accept it?”

His tone was as if he really knew it…

“You… you say…” The homeowner seemed to still have a glimmer of hope, unwilling to give in.

“Two?” Feng Bujue asked tentatively.

“Hahahaha…” Suddenly, the homeowner laughed loudly. “Wrong!”

“Three?” Feng Bujue tried another one. Anyway, it didn’t cost anything to try…

“Wrong…” the homeowner replied again.

“Four?” Brother Jue continued nonchalantly.

“Wrong!” The homeowner raised his voice, interrupting him. “Are you… are you planning to recite them one by one?”

“That’s right,” Feng Bujue replied. “Is that not allowed?”

“Uh…” The homeowner thought for a while. “Allowed…” he gave an affirmative answer.

“Oh, that’s right…” Feng Bujue thought of something else. He continued, “Your command code should also be one digit, right?”

“It’s two digits,” the other person replied.

“Huh?” Feng Bujue was stunned. He immediately thought to himself, “Hey hey… this doesn’t seem good. I thought they were all one digit… but the second guy is two digits? What if there are seven or eight digits later? Even if I have the patience to try them one by one, there won’t be enough time…”

“You… can you go back now?” The homeowner asked without confidence.

And Feng Bujue’s response was: “Hmm…” He cleared his throat and chuckled. “Heh… eleven?”