After saying that, Feng Bujue waited another ten seconds, as if waiting for someone to respond to him.

But all that responded to him… was silence.

"Heh..." Seeing this, Jue-ge chuckled dryly, walked quickly to the table, and knocked on the surface. "Hey, hey... are you done playing dead? How long are you planning to lie on the table?"

"Hehehe..." The next second, a perverted laugh rang out, "You found me..."

Accompanied by the laughter, one of the thirteen corpses... actually moved.

Two seconds later, the "dead fatty" sat up straight and raised his hand to tear off his "head."

Of course, what he tore off wasn't his real head, but a full-coverage headgear.

"Your technique... you could go participate in *Face Off*, right?" Feng Bujue said, looking at Woody's face covered in blood.

"Hehehe... if that show allowed me to hollow out a nearly four-hundred-pound adult from the inside, turning them into a 'coat'... I'd consider it," Woody said with a perverted smile, uttering a terrifying line.

"Want me to wait a few minutes... while you take off this 'coat'..." Feng Bujue raised his hands, making quotation marks with his fingers, "...and then we can talk."

"No need, I'm fine like this," Woody replied. "It's quite warm."

"Okay..." Feng Bujue didn't want to continue arguing with him on this topic. "Then tell me, why haven't I cracked the worldview yet?"

"Hehehe... of course, it's because... there are still a few key details you haven't stated," Woody replied. "In short, tell me the rules of the command code first, let the system hear it."

"Isn't it just the power of 13..." Jue-ge squinted and continued, "The clues are hidden in their addresses... the street number represents the power, and the house number represents the last digit. \[First Street, Number Three], that is 13 to the power of one—13, remove the last digit 3, and you get the command code 1; \[Second Street, Number Nine], that is 13 squared—169, remove the last digit 9, and you get the command code 16; and so on, you can get all the command codes." He tilted his head and glanced at Woody. "And among all thirteen recipients, there is also an anomaly... his address is obviously problematic. The house numbers of the others are all 1, 3, 7, or 9, only he... lives at number ten. But his command code still conforms to the above rules..."

"Hehehe... you guessed right, this daddy has already killed the fourth recipient and changed his mailing address," Woody said with a smile.

"Are you creating difficulties for me?" Feng Bujue said.

"Yes," Woody admitted nonchalantly. "I thought the rules of this puzzle were too simple, so I created an abnormal last digit to disrupt your thinking."

"Then I really have to congratulate you... you succeeded..." Jue-ge said with an unhappy face.

"Hehehe... your performance is not bad," Woody said. "You cracked the rules after searching for half of the command codes."

"Wouldn't you say that's like... if there are no difficulties, create some difficulties... and then praise me a few times," Feng Bujue said, his mouth twitching.

"Yes." Woody actually admitted it again. "By the way... there's a reason I chose the fourth person..."

"Because the mission is called 'The Last Supper'?" Before the other party could finish speaking, Jue-ge interjected.

"Hehehe... you saw through that too?" The smile on Woody's face grew stronger. His smile was already perverted, and now his face was covered in blood, making him look like a psychopathic killer.

"It's not hard to think of..." Feng Bujue replied, "I heard you mention 'Judas's bag of coins' before, I felt like you were quite familiar with him (in Da Vinci's painting of *The Last Supper*, Judas sits fourth from the left...), so..."

"Heh... very good, quick thinking, almost on par with Gu Chen." Woody laughed.

"Wait... you know the director of Division Nine?" Feng Bujue immediately responded loudly when he heard the name "Gu Chen."

"That's a long story..." Woody replied, "Let's talk about these things another time when we have the chance..." As he spoke, he calmly picked up the blood-stained food on the table and began to eat it. "The system prompt hasn't come yet, quick, say something else."

"Um... then only the 'test' aspect is left to say," Feng Bujue said, stroking his chin.

"When you 'opened your eyes for the second time', didn't a staff member give you the memory unlock solution?" Woody said, chewing on the turd-like substance in his mouth. "Just recite the setting."

"Oh... that's all that was missing..." Feng Bujue said in a relaxed tone, "It's roughly like this... in the year 2122 of this universe, the Earth's population has seriously exceeded the limit that this planet can bear. Faced with this situation, while implementing family planning, governments around the world have also launched a 'right to survival' act. As long as a person is sixteen years old, until retirement, they must participate in a 'right to survival test' once a year. And the content of the test is... under the premise of temporarily losing long-term memory, entering their own consciousness projection world, and obtaining the approval of their own 'excellent consciousness aggregate (in Dave's case, that's the Ghost Mailman).'

"If the test fails, they will be identified as 'people who tend to waste social resources'. These people... either pay a high 'population burden tax' and wait for next year's test, or they will be deprived of their 'right to survival' and taken out to be shot..."

Speaking of this, Feng Bujue took a breath: "By the way, I should also mention... at the beginning of the script, Dave was carrying 3 two-dollar bills, 4 five-dollar bills, and 3 twenty-dollar bills, plus 7 twenty-five cent coins, which is exactly 8775 cents. Thinking about it now... this is undoubtedly also a kind of hint about 'consciousness projection'."

\[Worldview cracked, player: Feng Bujue, awarded 2000 skill points]

\[Hidden mission completed]

Finally, after Jue-ge finished explaining this long passage, the system prompt arrived.

"Finally got it done..." Jue-ge said. "Eh? Wait..." Half a second later, he felt something was wrong. "Why isn't the main mission completed yet?"

"Hehehe... because I've already changed the main mission," Woody immediately replied.

"Huh?" Hearing this, Feng Bujue quickly looked at the taskbar.

But he saw that the original main mission \[Gain the Ghost Mailman's approval and become the new mailman of Otaku Town] had unknowingly become... \[Gain Woody's approval and leave the script].

"Hehehe..." Woody wiped his blood-stained mouth with a blood-stained napkin and said with a smile, "Don't panic... I just want to talk to you about something, come... sit down and let's talk slowly."