Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

The fisherman scratched his head.

"Seriously? You don't even know how old your daughter is?"

Liu Zheng was speechless.

"I have so many things to do every day, how can I remember them all?"

The fisherman, enraged and ashamed, said...

"Alright, alright, then just tell me what you know."

"She's about 1.6 meters tall. As for her appearance, you can just look at the photos."

The fisherman took a photo out of his inner pocket and handed it to him.

The girl in the picture is wearing an academic gown, standing under a plane tree, making a peace sign and smiling brightly.

She has a round face, short hair, wears glasses, and looks like a slightly chubby version of Zhao Jinmai.

Well, it's alright, I'm not too bad off.

Liu Zheng breathed a sigh of relief.

"Did you take this photo?"

"No."

The fisherman shook his head.

I guess not.

As a journalist, he also knows a little photography.

This photo was clearly taken by a girl, and one who has taught herself some photography skills.

"What do you mean?"

The fisherman glared at him.

"It's nothing. You can continue."

"Hmph. She used to like the fish I cooked when she was little, but I don't know about now. But I did sneak a peek at her drinking coffee and eating cake last time."

The fisherman continued.

peep

This father and daughter don't seem to know each other very well.

What brands are the coffee and cake?

Liu Zheng had a bad feeling.

"I don't know, all I know is that the logo on it is an upside-down deer head."

"That's what the fisherman said."

I knew it.

He let out a wail; now he was going to have his eyes shaved, his ears cleaned, and his face slashed again.

"What are you yelling about?"

The fisherman frowned.

"That coffee is hard to buy."

Liu Zheng told him about the unlucky coffee incident.

"That's it, it's not like you can't grow."

The fisherman said without even lifting his eyelids.

"That still hurts, I'm not a masochist."

"Look at your sissy appearance. Here you go."

The fisherman broke off a finger and handed it to him.

"Brother, I didn't say I wasn't going, so it's a bit much."

Liu Zheng was caught in a dilemma: accepting the offer or not accepting it.

"What did you call me?"

The fisherman squinted.

"Fisherman".

"Would you like to think about it again?"

"Uh, father-in-law?"

he said tentatively.

"You little brat, are you looking for death?"

The fisherman was furious.

"Then you tell me what to call it."

Liu Zheng, a bachelor, said.

"Call him Uncle first."

The fisherman hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"Okay. Uncle, you can take this finger back."

"You think I'm trying to put you down? This is my compensation to you."

"That's what the fisherman said."

"Compensation? What's the point of that?"

he asked.

The system did not display any item descriptions.

"It's useless to people, but useful to fish. Use this finger as a fishhook, and the fish that get hooked won't be able to move."

The fisherman said confidently.

"What about the mermaid?"

"Mermaids are the same."

"That does have some use."

Liu Zheng put it in his pocket.

If I ever go to the beach, I could take this to protect myself from the Little Mermaid.

"Continue talking about your daughter."

"Nothing."

The fisherman shook his head.

"Huh? You said something and that's it?"

Even dating websites provide more information than fishermen do.

Are these two really biological children?

"If it's gone, it's gone. If I knew, would I have kept it from you?"

"You must know where she is now, right?"

If the fisherman still says he doesn't know, then he'd rather turn his back on the job than take it.

"I do know that. She's working as a DM (director) at a board game store now, but I don't know the specifics of what she does."

Fortunately, the fisherman wasn't that outrageous.

"Oh, I know that."

DM is an abbreviation for Dungeon Master, which literally means the lord of the dungeon.

Originally, it was the title for the host of the board game Dungeons and Dragons, but it later became a general term for many board game hosts.

Board games exist in this world?

They wouldn't actually hire a dragon to play the NPC, would they?

"You know that's enough. This is the address."

The fisherman gave him a note.

Upon seeing the sticky note, Liu Zheng suddenly had an idea.

"Uncle, you really want me to date your daughter, don't you?"

"Yes. If that blond guy gets his hands on my daughter, I'd rather be dead right now!"

The fisherman gritted his teeth and said.

"So you certainly won't be stingy with a little effort, right?"

"What do you want to do?"

The fisherman became alert.

"As you probably know, we delivery drivers can only leave the house when we're delivering food. So I need you to order some takeout for your daughter, and the longer the delivery time, the better."

Liu Zheng said.

"Okay, is twelve hours enough?"

The fisherman readily agreed.

"That's enough, Uncle, you're awesome."

He gave a thumbs up.

“I’m going all out for my daughter. But you can only use these twelve hours to seduce her. If you dare to use them for anything else, I’ll turn your lower body into a fish, the kind that you can’t turn back even if you cut it off.”

"That's what the fisherman said in a sinister tone."

"Don't worry, I, Liu Zheng, may not be good at other things, but my professional ethics are exemplary."

"If you don't believe me, you can ask Niu Ma, Dai Lego, Napoleon, and Ghost Hand. I get paid to do things for them, and they always do it perfectly."

Liu Zheng patted his chest and said.

"Hmph, if someone hadn't vouched for you, would you have gotten such a good opportunity? Alright, hurry up and go up. The sewers are coming this way."

The fisherman urged.

He looked up at the ceiling, where those white, tumor-like growths had started to appear again.

"By the way, Uncle, how can I report the progress to you?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"No need, my fingers will be watching you."

"That's what the fisherman said."

Wow, it turns out this finger is a surveillance camera.

No wonder there are no item descriptions.

"Okay, I'm leaving then."

He hoisted the four-in-one fishman onto his shoulder and rushed toward the well.

He glanced back as he ran, but the fisherman had already disappeared.

Only a huge fish tail flashed across the surface of the water.

Liu Zheng withdrew his gaze and focused on running.

The cosplay outfit was still active, and he quickly returned to the well.

He stuck his hooves into the wall and climbed out of the well step by step.

Standing in the delivery lane, Liu Zheng faced another problem.