Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

There was no garbage or residue on the surface that could be used for judgment.

He tried hard to recall and finally remembered the types that corresponded to the three colors.

Red represents hazardous waste, green represents kitchen waste, and blue represents recyclable waste.

So let's start eliminating them one by one.

First of all, these body parts certainly do not belong to hazardous waste.

Based on his understanding of these strange inhabitants, he knew that as long as it was meat, it was edible.

They drank the moss that had been contaminated by the Chaos Club without hesitation.

Secondly, it should not be classified as recyclable waste.

After all, body parts are not a renewable resource.

At least these body parts aren't; Liu Zheng himself could at least be considered one.

Now there are only two answers left, one of which can be chosen.

Kitchen waste and body parts should be considered as such.

Then he remembered that the yellow color should be other types of trash.

In other words, you can throw any type of trash in there, regardless of what it is.

After careful consideration, Liu Zheng made a decision.

He lifted the lid of the green trash can and threw the trash bag inside.

Nothing happened.

Liu Zheng relented.

Nothing happening is the best thing.

He was about to close the lid when he saw a flash of silver light in the trash can.

"This is."

He shoved aside the surface garbage, and a silver rice cooker appeared before him.

Name: Rice Cooker of the Rice Master

Type: Item

Quality: Perfect

"Effect 1: The cooked rice will randomly have a positive effect (limited to three uses per dungeon)."

"Effect 2: Regardless of the grade of grain used, the cooked rice will be of perfect quality."

"Effect 3: Seal a designated target for a duration that depends on the target's strength. No other effects can be used during the seal period."

"Note: What's the difference between the rice cooked by the Rice-Cooking Immortal and the rice cooked by an ordinary person? The latter is more expensive."

"Can it be taken out of the instance: Yes"

"Holy crap, they're really going to pull it out now."

Liu Zheng's eyes widened.

The items are of perfect quality and can even be taken out of the dungeon.

Moreover, it comes with three effects: support, life, and restriction, each of which looks quite powerful.

That's definitely a case of getting rich overnight.

With a trembling heart and trembling hands, his first instinct was to grab the rice cooker.

Fortunately, he had a second reaction.

Leaving aside the question of why there's a rice cooker in the food waste bin, that's a problem for sanitation workers to consider.

Liu Zheng is now wondering whether the contents of the trash can are considered the property of the city hall.

Don't think this idea is outrageous; when the sprinkler truck asks him for extra money, he'll know the city hall's bottom line.

That means there is no lower limit.

Moreover, there are places like garbage disposal sites.

If it's an obvious risk, Liu Zheng will most likely choose to take the gamble.

He has achieved his current strength primarily through such hard work and perseverance.

But this seemingly imperceptible danger only made him more cautious.

After much deliberation, Liu Zheng decided to give up.

This is primarily a functional item; it cannot directly enhance his strength.

If it were a legendary vest that provides an immediate boost, he might just give it a shot.

"Hey handsome, could you help me get that rice cooker out?"

Just as Liu Zheng was about to close the lid, an old voice rang out behind him.

He turned his head and saw an old woman with a pale face but two bright red blushes on her cheeks looking at him with a kind expression.

She was wearing a shroud.

Chapter 77 No One Will Live

"Hey handsome, could you help me get that rice cooker out?"

The old woman in the funeral clothes repeated it again.

"Can't you take it yourself?"

Liu Zheng used honorifics cautiously.

"I'm old, my legs and feet aren't strong enough, and I can't lift my arms anymore."

The old woman in the funeral clothes sighed.

“I’m such a pitiful old woman. My son is unfilial, my daughter-in-law is unfilial, and all my more than a hundred daughters are ungrateful wretches.”

She started sobbing as she spoke.

Although I could hear the crying but didn't see the tears.

More than a hundred daughters, did you study "Postpartum Care of Sows" on your own?

"Do all your daughters' names contain the character 'Di'?"

"Yeah, handsome, how did you know?"

The old woman in the funeral clothes asked.

"I have some knowledge of folk customs."

No wonder her son and daughter are unfilial.

It's clear that one of the more than one hundred sisters-in-law recruited the younger brother, and the other didn't want to come.

What good can come from something that neither party is willing to do?

"No wonder, handsome, you look like a cultured person. You have a good job, you're handsome, and you must be warm-hearted and well-mannered."

The old woman in the funeral clothes spoke auspicious words.

Liu Zheng looked at his yellow vest and then at his very human-like appearance, and felt that Jiang was still the best at bragging.

"Handsome, you're not going to refuse to help, are you?"

The old woman in the funeral clothes gradually turned cold.

Strands of white hair emerged from her blush, resembling both the unkempt fur of a zombie and the whiskers of a rat.

Her figure became even more hunched, with her back bulging high, like a pregnant woman's belly.

"I'll help, I definitely have to help!"

Liu Zheng said decisively.

"As a model youth of the new era, an outstanding employee of the Bloody Restaurant, and an honorary homeowner of Jiahe New Residence, how can I not help the weak and fight against the strong?"

"Handsome, I have a bad memory and can't remember so many names."

"It's okay, just call me Niu Ma."

He said kindly.

"Hey little calf, hurry up and get the rice cooker out for me. The family is waiting for it to cook."

The old woman in the funeral clothes urged.

"It's not that I don't want to help, it's that I'm powerless to do so."

Liu Zheng sighed.

"You have hands and feet, how come you're powerless even if you have the will?"

The old lady in the funeral clothes was getting a little impatient.

"Don't lie to this old woman. My son and daughter lied to me, and now you're lying to me too. What's wrong with this world?"

"I can't go on living, I can't go on living, nobody wants me to live."

Her words became increasingly indistinct.

Its long tongue protruded out, and foul-smelling saliva dripped onto the ground, corroding it into honeycomb-like pores.

Her fingernails also began to grow longer, their bluish-black edges sharp as daggers.

"If you won't let me live, then you won't live either!"

She screamed pitifully, as if she had just suffered a great injustice and was now exploding into despair.

"Who's stopping you from living?"

Liu Zheng said with a frown.

"If you won't help me pick up the rice cooker, you don't want me to live."

"Please, handsome, have some mercy. I'll kneel down for you, okay?"

The old woman in the funeral clothes suddenly knelt down, crushing several floor tiles.

"It's not that I don't want to help you, it's just that I really don't have the ability."

he said helplessly.

"With so many tentacles, can't you just spare one to help me pick it up?"

The old woman in the funeral clothes questioned.

As soon as she finished speaking, three flashes of light appeared.

With a boning knife in his mouth, Liu Zheng cut off his last tentacle.

“Not anymore.”

He spat out the boning knife and said with a smile.

"But you still have your mouth, right? You can pick it out."

The old woman in the funeral clothes paused for a moment, then sneered.

Liu Zheng suddenly rushed towards the flower bed and then slammed his head hard into the corner.

His blow was incredibly powerful, smashing his mouth and chin to pieces.

Liu Zheng didn't speak to the old woman in the funeral clothes, but simply raised his head.

The meaning is obvious.

"I've lost my mouth too."

Silence fell, a deathly silence descended upon the scene.

"Hang Mao."

The old woman in the funeral clothes gave him a deep look, straightened her back, put her hands behind her back, and walked away.