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On the morning of November 21st, the buzzing from the walkie-talkie woke brother Jue up from his sleep.
Since he was sleeping in the living room, it would be convenient for him to open the door.
About fifteen seconds later, brother Jue walked to the door in his pajamas, yawning. He pressed the call button and asked,""Who is it?"
"Hehehe ... There's an express delivery for you." The reply came from the walkie-talkie.
And that sentence jolted Feng bujue awake.
"You are ..." Even though the voice was coming through the walkie-talkie, brother Jue could still recognize the owner of the voice."Woody?"
咔--嘟--嘟--嘟--
Before Feng bujue could finish, the walkie-talkie was cut off and busy.
"This guy ... What is he doing?" Brother Jue did not understand ... Why would someone like Woody, who could teleport and was basically impolite, need to use a walkie-talkie?
Bang! Bang!
The next second, two knocks came from the door.
