Chapter 708: 706

Feng didn't realize that he was humming. He rode for less than 20 meters and then opened the "otaku postman's Manual" with one hand.

Then Thank goodness, his singing stopped.

"If you have any questions, please come to my office and talk to me alone." I don't know if I can read the manual. I don't want to talk about the ghost postman. II. Don't talk about the ghost postman. III. don't talk about the ghost postman!

This is the first three items in this chapter

"Hello "Fight club" has to play several times to be satisfied After scanning these three lines, Feng can't help but continue to look down.

4、 Ghost postman is a legendary employee of otaku post office. He has a record of no absence, no return and no delay for 15 consecutive years.

"Because he's a ghost..." If you can't see it, you can read it with empty eyes.

5、 The ghost postman is always on his way.

"Well I see. " It's quite difficult to make complaints about the behavior of the manual slot.

6、 Because the ghost postman is always on his way, please don't disturb him, or you will be responsible for the consequences.

"The consequence is to say hello and be half blooded..." Chueh said, turning the page.

7、 If you want to communicate with the ghost postman, please write down the contents on paper and put them into the abandoned mailbox beside the cemetery in the north of town in the form of letters.

"I depend on How do you know about this? Was it summed up after countless shocks? " "Ah?" said Feng? Wait... This book is from Nelson. What should he know... " He looks slightly changed. "But this old guy is good at shooting, and he's ruthless. It's a little difficult to talk from him..."

8、 Special reminder - Ghost postman's "soul shock" cannot be isolated by insulator. If you want to challenge him with an insulated suit, I suggest you save money.

"Good I can save it. " It's true that Feng has conceived such a plan, but after reading article 8, the plan does not exist.

9、 Remember, the ghost postman doesn't need your help and sympathy. Everything he does is voluntary. Anyone who has any opinion on this can come to the director's office to ask me for response.

"Well?" Brother Jue immediately starts from the ninth In the last one, I smell the taste of conspiracy, "this one It's a bit like there's no silver here...... "

Once again, his mind was in full swing, passing the nine (actually seven) descriptions of the ghost postman through his mind several times. Soon... He conceived a plan.

Of course, the timing of this plan is not now. Elder brother Jue's urgent task now Send a letter.

"More and more interesting..." When I say this sentence, it usually means He has some key information.

"Let me see The direction of the First Avenue... " He put away his work manual, picked up his satchel from the ground, slung it on his body directly, and then rode on his bicycle again, "well Over there... "

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Half an hour later, Feng lost half of his physical fitness, and finally came to the door of No. 3, First Avenue.

Instead of taking the post office as the center and delivering from near to far, he delivered them in the order of address. Although it will take more time, this route can let him "follow the road" to explore several places of interest.

"Is that it..." Feng unconsciously looked at the two-story house in front of him and said, "the house looks pretty good, but there is not even a mailbox in front of the house."

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In fact Even if this family has a mailbox, it's useless. Cramming letters into a mailbox is not a task. You must hand it in to the recipient and let the other party say "willing to accept it" so that the progress of the task will change.

"Alas I can't help but knock on the door. " Brother Jue sighed, stopped his bike, walked quickly through the front yard in front of the house and onto the porch.

Pa pa pa -

after knocking on the door three times, he said in a high voice, "is there anyone?"

After a brief silence, some movement came from the second floor of the house. Then... It was the sound of fat people coming down the stairs in slippers.

Some people may say that you can hear fat and thin when you hear footsteps?

I can only say Anyway, brother Jue can hear it.

Click -

a moment later, the door opened a gap. Because the people in the room didn't pull off the chain lock behind the door, the door could only be opened that large.

"Who are you looking for?" Without the light on, the owner stood in the dark behind the door and asked in a weak voice.

"I don't know." I can't feel the way back. He really didn't know Because these envelopes are all fuzzy except for the address.

"Then go away!" The homeowner's reaction was simple. He scolded and slammed the door.

Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa -

brother Jue immediately knocked five times on the door panel.

"What do you want?" The owner opened the door again and shouted impatiently.

"I'm from the post office." Feng unconsciously took out his simple temporary work permit and shook it in front of the door crack. That tone, that gesture, it's like saying "I'm from the FBI"

"So?" The owner's attitude eased a little and he tentatively raised a question.

"Do you live here alone?" And Feng also asked a question.

"Has it anything to do with you?" The owner asked.

"No answer." The letter was sent to you if you were the only one living there. If someone else lives with you, you can help to transfer it. " He paused. "Anyway, I have sent the letter to the place. How to deal with it is your business." He stretched out the envelope a little further. "Take it, what are you doing?"

"No I don't want it. " At this moment, the tone of the owner suddenly became very strange, "you go I won't take the letter. "

His words are very impressive Instead of saying "you sent it to the wrong place," he said, "I won't take it.". That is to say He admitted that the letter was sent to the right place, but He didn't want it.

"Ha?" Feng didn't realize that the other side would react like this. He stared at the shadow behind the door and said, "are you sick? It's just a letter. It's not a bomb. Why don't you take it? "

The owner of the house hears the words and is silent for a few seconds. Then He whispered back, "open it yourself and have a look..." (to be continued) only one second to remember this website www.biquga.com, the fastest updated novel website of biquga!

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