Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

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So the rooster was just bait, and someone else was leading the way, right?

Seeing the owl rapidly rising, he quickly gave chase.

Chapter 94 is disgusting, bring more!

The owl didn't fly very fast, and it didn't leave his sight.

After chasing for more than ten minutes, it hovered above a strange plant.

The upper part of this plant resembles a giant lychee shell, evenly divided into eight pieces that spread outwards.

Each shell has fine flagella along its edge, and the fluid sacs inside resemble aloe vera.

Every few seconds, these shells would rhythmically contract towards the center and then open, sometimes larger and sometimes smaller.

After each opening and closing, the flagella would ooze a clear, glistening liquid.

Liu Zheng guessed that this might be some kind of tactic to lure prey.

He smelled a strange odor, neither pleasant nor unpleasant, yet somehow familiar.

"Cuckoo."

The owl looked at Liu Zheng and made a sound.

He wasn't an ornithologist and didn't understand the meaning of the sound, but it at least didn't sound like a threat.

"Hey, Qin Shi Huang, can you understand what it's saying?"

Liu Zheng asked the rooster.

They're all birds, so they should be able to communicate in the same language, right?

"It let me go if you rescued its child."

The rooster really could understand.

"Save the child? From this, uh, rambutan?"

Liu Zheng tried to use a title that was as close as possible.

"Probably, his accent is too strong, I can only understand part of it."

"alright."

He cautiously stepped forward, while the owl led the rooster to a nearby tree.

Liu Zheng noticed that there were many similar plants nearby, and they were all quite far apart.

He walked to a distance of about three meters from Rambutan No. 1, but the latter did not make any move.

"Hello?"

Liu Zheng tried to say hello.

If the London plane tree has wisdom, then perhaps these rambutans do too.

Upon hearing his words, Rambutan No. 1 paused its opening and closing movements for a moment, then resumed its rhythm.

There is a play!

Liu Zheng was overjoyed and spoke again.

"Did you swallow that owl's chick? Could you release it? I can give you extra compensation. How about that fat chicken?"

He pointed to the rooster and said.

"Giggle! Hiccup"

Just as the rooster was about to crow, the owl slapped its wing hard.

After a long silence, the opening and closing rhythm of Rambutan No. 1 suddenly accelerated, and its flagella began to tremble rapidly.

"It sounds awful."

Rambutan No. 1 emitted a low sound.

"What's so awful about it?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Humans, ugly, tell us about beauty."

Rambutan No. 1 said.

What is beauty?

It did not answer.

After a brief silence, Rambutan No. 1 spoke again.

"Clouds cannot see the sun, the sky presses down wings, and life chases death."

"This poem is quite good."

Liu Zheng's eyes lit up.

"what is this?"

Rambutan No. 1 said.

"This is poetry, we humans call it poetry."

"Humans, tell us a poem."

Rambutan No. 1 immediately said.

"Recite poetry!"

Liu Zheng fell into thought.

It's not that he can't say it; quite the opposite, he's read far too much poetry.

From Li Bai to Shakespeare, from Byron to Xu Zhimo (for the sake of symmetry only), he has read no fewer than a thousand poems.

His hesitation lay in deciding what kind of poetry these plants would want to hear.

"Clouds obscure the sun, the sky weighs down wings, and life chases death."

Liu Zheng silently recited the poem about Rambutan No. 1, and gradually his thoughts began to flow.

"Night rises from the earth, obscuring the bright sky."

"The desolate land after the harvest, the night rises from within you."

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"A flock of birds, like black raindrops, flew from dusk into the night."

"The night has nothing, yet it comforts me."

He stopped reciting.

After a few seconds of silence, the rambutans began to rustle.

"it is good!"

"very good!"

"strangeness!"

"boring!"

The rambutans expressed their feelings, some praising, some disdainful.

"Humanity, continue, more."

Rambutan No. 1 said.

About a third of the rambutans expressed their appreciation, which shows that his approach was correct.

He composed himself and found another poem.

"Wildflowers bloom on the grassland where the gods witnessed their deaths."

"The wind from afar is farther than the distance itself."

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"Only in death can wildflowers bloom in the distance."

"The bright moon hangs high on the grassland like a mirror, reflecting a thousand years of history."

After several seconds of silence, the rambutans began to flap their wings violently.

"very good!"

"excellent!"

"This is beautiful!"

"Grassland! Grassland!"

Their sacs open and close rapidly and violently, and their flagella secrete more mucus, making their voices even more indistinct.

However, the joy they felt was obvious.

"Human, satisfy, consent to the request."

After a period of revelry, Rambutan No. 1 finally calmed down.

It opened its sac and spat out a wet little owl.

"Cuckoo!"

The big owl immediately dropped the rooster, swooped down, grabbed the little owl, and flew into the depths of the forest.

It moved with the speed of a gray lightning bolt.

Not to mention keeping up, Liu Zheng couldn't even see clearly.

"What did it just say?"

He asked the rooster that had been thrown down.

It said to wait a moment.

The rooster preened its feathers and said.

"Oh."

It's understandable that the owl would need to go back to care for its young first.

"for you."

The rooster raised its claws toward Liu Zheng, and a fat, large worm wriggled its body.

"Uh, I can't come, you should eat by yourself."

He declined the offer.

Liu Zheng felt this scene was quite familiar; the stray cat he had picked up before had also expressed its gratitude in the same way.

Once, it caught three mice and then neatly arranged them next to Liu Zheng's pillow.

When he woke up and met the eyes of the three rat heads, he suffered a sudden cardiac arrest.

As a way of thanking the cat, Liu stopped giving it treats for six months and switched its cat food from imported to domestic.

"You're too weak. My master just eats you directly."

The rooster scoffed.

"Is it so fierce?"

Liu Zheng was filled with respect.

“That’s nothing. Sometimes he’ll even juice the bugs and drink it with me.”

The rooster said nonchalantly.

"nausea!"

"Bitch!"