Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

Liu Zheng said.

"Damn, how come humans have become so smart?"

While complaining, the plane tree tossed him a human bone cane and a rusty tin can.

"Because you've eaten all the unintelligent humans."

he sneered.

"What do you have to complain about, human? You use our limbs for warmth, eat our embryos, and suck our blood just like us."

"It's a plane tree," the French plane tree said dismissively.

"you're right."

Liu Zheng nodded and returned to the camphor tree.

He had no intention of arguing with the tree; he had neither the interest nor the time.

After emptying his inventory, Liu Zheng carried the tin can to the plane tree.

Standing on the edge of the black soil, he aimed the mouth of the can at the mouth of the plane tree.

"Mince, what are you doing?"

The plane trees called out.

"Hey, drink the wine I filtered. What's wrong?"

Liu Zheng asked, puzzled.

You were so eager just now, but now you're complaining?

"Tree, I am a tree, do you understand? This mouth is just an ornament, the roots are my mouth."

The plane tree rolled its eyes.

"Okay, my question."

He shrugged and poured the strongly scented filtered liquor onto the tree root.

"Bien! This is the taste!"

The plane trees looked utterly captivated.

"I'm glad you like it. Goodbye then, Mr. Tree, I have to go to work."

Liu Zheng threw the tin can on the ground.

"Don't call me Mr. Tree, I have a name, call me Dai Lego."

The plane tree said with dissatisfaction.

"Okay, Mr. Dai."

He is quick to accept advice.

"Fine, forget it, I won't stoop to your level, you stupid human. Listen, if you can get your hands on a bottle of 53-proof Ascension Grass, I can give you something really good."

"That's what De Lego said."

"I try my best."

Liu Zheng nodded.

If Niu Ma can get one bottle, he should be able to get a second one too.

"You won't be disappointed, human. You'll definitely need it if you want to live and work in a restaurant."

"I'm being cryptic," De Lego said.

He bid farewell to the man-eating tree and set off again.

This peeing took up a lot of time, but fortunately the new props we got were enough to make up for it.

"So, how do you use this thing?"

Liu Zheng waved his cane a few times and muttered to himself.

"A cane, it's just a cane, you foolish and suspicious human."

Dai Lego's irritable voice came from behind.

"Oh, thank you."

He said this without turning his head.

It's not punctured, and there's after-sales service.

Da, da, da, da

With the rhythmic tapping of his cane on the ground, Liu Zheng felt his legs become much lighter.

"It's really interesting that someone using crutches can walk faster than someone who walks alone."

He shook his head as he walked briskly forward.

There isn't much time left.

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After rushing for a while, Liu Zheng finally arrived at his destination with 10 minutes to spare.

Meilin Residential Area.

There was a guard post at the entrance of the residential area. The security guard inside was leaning back in his chair, his face covered by his peaked cap, seemingly taking a nap.

He stared at the guard post for a few moments, then decided it was best not to make contact.

Fortunately, although the community has access control, you can go around the parking barrier to get in.

Liu Zheng tentatively stepped one foot inside and then observed the guard post.

Only after realizing that the security guard did he step in with his other foot.

This instance world is full of bizarre rules, so you have to be careful at all times without any warnings.

"Building 3, Unit 503, which building is Building 3?"

The neighborhood wasn't large, and after a quick walk around, he found that there were no signs on the buildings.

"Looks like I'll have to ask someone."

Liu Zheng sighed.

Even delivering takeout is so troublesome; the working class in this world is truly miserable.

He returned to the entrance of the residential area and knocked on the window of the guard post.

"Hello."

Liu Zheng shouted.

The security guard sat up straight as if waking from a dream, but his hand did not leave his hat.

"what's up?"

he asked.

His voice was hoarse and thin, like that of a castrated man who had smoked too much.

"I'm a delivery driver for Bloody Restaurant. Excuse me, which building is Building 3?"

The security guard's hat seemed to tremble slightly when he heard the words "Bloody Restaurant".

"A piece of meat."

He said.

"What kind of meat?"

"Any kind of meat will do, one piece of meat, one question to answer."

The security guard replied.

Liu Zheng looked at the takeout box; the fish head inside should meet the requirements.

However, there will definitely be penalties for stealing takeout.

He glanced at his phone; there were 6 minutes left.

Since we can't steal takeout, we'll have to find meat elsewhere.

Give me a knife.

Liu Zheng said.

"unnecessary."

The security guard took off his hat, revealing a head that looked like an eel swaying in the air.

Its smooth, scaleless top opens up, revealing rings of tiny teeth.

It quickly swam to Liu Zheng, then snuggled up to him, wandering around as if looking for a good place to bite.

"Hurry up, if we miss the delivery, we'll all be in trouble."

Liu Zhengqiang, suppressing his discomfort, threatened.

Perhaps those words had an effect, for the eel head stopped swimming and bit his arm.

The pain of having his flesh forcibly ripped away made Liu Zheng break out in a cold sweat, but he still gritted his teeth and didn't cry out.

But miraculously, after the eel head left his body, he found that there were no marks on his arm.

"That building."

The security guard raised his thick, short fingers and pointed the way for Liu Zheng.

"Thank you."

Ignoring the pain, Liu Zheng ran towards Building No. 3.

Chapter 7 The Takeout is Here!

Standing in front of the elevator, Liu Zheng glanced at the time.

4 minutes left.

Luckily, the elevator is on the first floor, so we should make it in time.

"Ding!"

The elevator doors opened, and he squeezed inside, frantically pressing the close button.

Fortunately, nothing went wrong while riding the elevator.

Twenty seconds later, the elevator doors opened.

Liu rushed out like a wild horse, heading straight for the door with the number 503 on it.

"Hello, your takeaway has arrived."

He knocked on the door and called out.

There was no response from inside the house, and no one opened the door.

"Hello, your takeaway has arrived."

He raised his voice and shouted it again.

Still no response.

"Open the door, your takeout is here."

Liu Zheng's banging on the door grew increasingly frantic, and he even started kicking it.

After a minute of stalemate, the people inside finally couldn't take it anymore.

"Stop shouting, this isn't my takeout."

"You knew it wasn't your takeout without even looking?"

Liu Zheng questioned.

Seemingly finding his words reasonable, the door to room 503 finally opened.