Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

Today she wasn't wearing a bath towel, but rather a set of loungewear.

But you know, some people always seem to experience more of the pull of gravity than others.

"Huh, that's not what I ordered."

The novelist noticed the fish in Liu Zheng's hand and said something strange.

"I caught this on the way here. It looked alright, so I brought it to you."

He said.

"Oh, I couldn't possibly accept that."

The novelist blushed.

"Don't get me wrong, I just think we'll become long-term business partners, so I want to maintain our relationship."

Liu Zheng emphasized.

"Yes, no worries, senior. I have no interest in you other than physical intimacy."

The novelist said.

So you really do want to eat me and inherit my talent, right?

He rolled his eyes inwardly.

After giving the fish and takeout to the novelist, Liu Zheng prepared to leave.

"Wait a minute, senior, could you do me another favor?"

The novelist called out to him.

"what's up?"

He turned around.

"Could you help me take the trash downstairs?"

The novelist said somewhat embarrassedly.

"Uh, okay."

Liu Zheng said somewhat reluctantly.

Actually, he has a slight obsession with cleanliness, especially disgusted by things like household garbage, snot, and saliva.

There was no other way when working in restaurants and sewers, but this is extra work.

However, since the novelist had helped him several times, he felt embarrassed to refuse.

Speaking of which, Liu Zheng has asked delivery drivers to help him take out the trash when he was particularly busy writing articles in real life.

The saying "Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river" applies here.

"Long live the senior!"

The novelist exclaimed happily, then skipped back to his room.

Liu Zheng smiled slightly.

Putting aside the fact that this woman is always lusting after his body and talent, his looks and actions are quite cute.

But soon, Liu Zheng's smile froze.

Because the garbage that novelists drag out is a pile of fragmented corpses.

From head to toe, every part is strictly divided according to anatomy.

Judging from the smooth, mirror-like cut, the novelist must have done it by hand.

"The person who used to help me take out the trash can't make it, so I'll have to trouble you, senior."

The novelist lowered his head and spoke gently.

Like a blood-red lotus, delicate and shy, unable to withstand the stench of the storm.

Chapter 76 Brothers, this time we're really going to pull the trigger.

"No, I don't."

Liu Zheng had a bad feeling.

"Yes, this is the person who helps me take out the trash."

"Haha."

He laughed dryly twice.

Sometimes he really hated himself for always guessing so accurately.

"Be careful when you carry it later, senior, don't get the ground dirty."

The novelist offered a reminder.

What will happen if it gets dirty?

"Will it become another bag of trash?"

The novelist replied.

"Bar?"

"Yeah, because it's also possible it will be eaten directly."

She is proud of her meticulousness.

6. Gone.

Liu Zheng hugged the garbage bag to his chest as he walked outside to prevent the contents from leaking out.

The bearded man looked up at him, his eyes indifferent.

"Stop staring, close your eyes and rest for a while. Look at you, your eyes are all bloodshot."

Liu Zheng sighed and closed his eyes for him.

Two pools of blood flowed from the man's eyes, down to the bottom of the bag.

Liu Zheng quickly lifted the bag and looked down.

Great, no leaks.

He flipped the head over and stepped into the elevator.

After leaving the building, Liu Zheng searched for a long time but couldn't find a trash can, so he had to walk out of the community.

Upon arriving at the entrance of the residential compound, the security guard blocked the gate.

Liu Zheng sneered inwardly and was about to take out his props when he saw the security guard retreat back into the guard booth as if he had seen a ghost.

"Why are you getting more and more of a coward?"

He said disdainfully.

"I think you're courting death; you dare to throw away trash like that."

The prematurely gray-haired security guard retorted sharply.

"What's wrong with helping a customer take out the trash? It's because you don't even have a little bit of service awareness that people complain about you."

Liu Zheng showed his contempt once again.

"You're so high and mighty. The trash can's right over there, why don't you go throw it away?"

The prematurely gray-haired security guard pointed into the distance and said.

Under the photinia tree in the distance, four trash cans were placed side by side.

They are red, yellow, blue, and green, respectively.

"Is there a trap in here?"

Liu Zheng muttered to himself.

"No, no, you should go quickly, there are lots of good things inside."

The prematurely gray-haired security guard urged.

"Hey, do you still have any cigarettes?"

He rolled his eyes and said.

"No, not a single one. Don't even think about getting a free cigarette from me."

The prematurely gray-haired security guard shook his head frantically.

"Then tell me what pitfalls there are when throwing away trash, and I'll bring you a pack of good cigarettes next time."

"Hmph, how do I know you won't come next time?"

The prematurely gray-haired security guard expressed disbelief.

“I’ve been here four times already, what’s one more time? To tell you the truth, the owner of apartment 606 in building 4, we have that kind of relationship.”

Liu Zheng winked and said.

"Really? You?"

The prematurely gray-haired security guard sized him up.

"A man's character shouldn't be judged solely on his appearance; it should be based on his inner qualities. Learn more about that."

he said confidently.

"Then I'll have a pack of cigarettes."

"No problem. Even if I can't get you Hua Zi, I'll get you a similar one."

Liu Zheng readily agreed.

Hatred is hatred, and business is business.

Last time, the security guard lit a cigarette for him before he left; next time, it will be Liu Zheng's turn to light one for him.

"Pay attention to garbage sorting."

"That's what the prematurely gray-haired security guard said."

"Gone?"

"Gone."

"You dare to ask me for a pack of cigarettes with this?"

Liu Zheng felt like he had been ripped off.

"Then let me ask you, do you usually sort your trash when you throw it away?"

The prematurely gray-haired security guard asked.

"Uh, I don't know."

He answered honestly.

Using used plastic bags as garbage bags is his greatest support for environmental protection.

"That solves it. If I hadn't reminded you, you would have just thrown it away."

"That's what the prematurely gray-haired security guard said."

Liu Zheng thought about it and realized that it was indeed possible.

"Alright, you've hit the jackpot."

He carried the garbage bag and walked toward the garbage can.

The moment he turned around, he was already prepared for a security guard to launch a sneak attack.

However, the security guard did not attack Liu Zheng until he reached the trash can.

He guessed that the security guard would also be in trouble if the garbage bag spilled.

Looking at the four trash cans in front of him, Liu Zheng fell into thought.

Aside from the color, the trash cans have no other markings.