"I see ..." The moment he saw the number, the pieces of information in Feng bujue's mind instantly combined to form a complete chain."Thirteen pictures, thirteen coordinates, thirteen names that point to' a certain place '... This will lead me to the thirteen command codes." As he said this, he had already turned back and walked to the bicycle."Because only the ghost postman knows everyone's command code, so ... You can find the tire marks he left when he passed by in every picture ..."
Brother Jue kicked up the bicycle's support frame, sat on the seat, and read,""Hmm ... Although the inference itself is valid, we can't rule out the possibility of a 'coincidence' or a 'special case'... For safety's sake, let's step on every coordinate in the order of the newspaper layout ..."
