Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

A little while later, the big white goose called.

"The British minister has agreed, I'll come and pick up the goods right away."

it said.

"Ok."

A few minutes after hanging up the phone, there was a knock on the door of the lounge.

Liu Zheng opened the door, and sure enough, there was a big white goose standing outside.

"Boss?"

He looked at the cattle and horses.

If he remembered correctly, when he wasn't on official business, people from other departments couldn't come in without permission from their oxen or horses.

"No need, I won't go in. Just give me the things."

"That's what the big white goose said."

"Oh well."

Liu Zheng took the bandage from the takeout box and handed it to it.

The big white goose held the bandage and examined it for a while, even sniffing it a few times.

"This thing is quite old."

it said.

"Indeed, it should be considered a historical relic."

He said it casually.

"It does work, so let's leave it at that."

The big white goose nodded and pulled out a small suitcase from behind it.

Liu Zheng's expression was somewhat subtle.

He recognized the shape of the small box very well; it was usually found in dimly lit rooms.

"By the way, we've had a lot more customers these past few days. Would you like to come and help out?"

"That's what the big white goose said."

"I would be very willing to listen to your teachings, but my boss is currently unwell and can't do without me."

He sighed.

"What the hell?"

Niu Ma glared at him, about to curse, when he saw the banknotes swaying behind Liu Zheng.

"When the hell have I ever been healthy? Cough cough cough."

It coughed violently, looking like it wouldn't live much longer.

"It's so serious, should we go to the kitchen and get some herbs to eat?"

The big white goose offered a helpful suggestion.

"No need, I'll just bring it some Nile Doctor's smegma next time I go out to deliver food."

Liu Zheng said.

"You two really have a deep brotherly bond."

The big white goose sighed and left with its bandages on.

"Who the hell are you feeding this smegma to?"

The cattle and horses rushed over and kicked Liu Zheng in the backside.

"I'll eat it, I'll eat it, okay?"

Liu Zheng got up from the ground and begged for mercy.

"Hmph, if you dare to bring me up again, I'll beat you half to death first."

It snatched the banknotes from Liu Zhengchu's hand and lay back down on the haystack.

He smiled and didn't take the threat from the cattle and horses to heart.

Even if it's just hemiplegia, or even complete paralysis, it will eventually heal.

Liu Zheng opened the small box, which had two recesses, each containing a soft, lumpy object.

He reached out and touched it; hmm, it still had that subtle feel.

Soon, the system also displayed the item description.

After confirming that everything was correct, Liu Zheng called the fisherman.

"I got the cosplay outfit."

He said.

"Okay, remember, don't cosplay as someone too powerful, lest you attract the attention of the sewers."

"That's what the fisherman said."

"Was that level okay last time?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"It would be best to lower it a bit more; the sewers are very sensitive lately."

The fisherman shook his head.

"Okay, I got it. You can order takeout then. I'll go down into that sewer again."

"it is good."

He hung up the phone and fell into thought.

Even that level wasn't good enough last time, so he was planning to sculpt a cow or a horse to satisfy his craving.

So, should we further reduce the details based on the previous version, or just have someone else create the character?

Liu Zheng went through the people he knew.

Si Xue, Mr. Li, and Red Ghost are definitely in the top tier and certainly don't meet the requirements.

Even if he wanted to deliberately misrepresent the characters, he couldn't quite grasp the right balance because he had never actually seen them in action.

Ghost Hand, Oink, Fire Mage, and Fisherman should be considered in the second tier, but they probably don't meet the requirements.

Especially the fire mage; last time, he held in a fart in the sewer, causing the latter to become constipated.

If Liu Zheng dared to cosplay as a fire mage, he'd probably get a beating from the sewers as soon as he went down there.

Of course, he didn't see what the fire mage looked like either.

Cattle, horses, white-feathered chickens, British pigs, and red pigs are considered to be in the third tier, barely meeting the requirements.

But if you want to cosplay them, you have to carefully calculate the degree of similarity.

Otherwise, if it looks too much like the sewers, it will attract their attention; if it doesn't look much like them, it won't be strong enough to protect itself.

Liu Zheng thought for a moment and then came up with an idea.

After waiting for a while, the ghost hand crawled in.

It paused for a moment when it saw the small cart containing the cosplay costume.

Ghost Hand looked at the small pushbox, then at Liu Zheng, and gave him a thumbs up.

Liu Zheng gave him a thumbs up, feeling a little smug.

It's not only big shots like you who can get good stuff; he can get it just as easily if he puts in the effort.

The ghost hand left, and he picked up the list.

"Meal: One serving of boiled mealworms"

Address: Fishpond in the sewer

"Orderer: Fisherman"

Time Limit: Four Hours

"whispering sound."

Liu Zheng pursed his lips.

This old man, the quality of the food he ordered for the female divers immediately dropped.

Four hours? To put it bluntly, what can you do in that time?

Well, it's enough to do something.

"what?"

He noticed the names of the dishes.

Mealworms are insects too, right? This is like a pillow delivered just when I was sleepy.

When he got back to the restaurant, he planned to lure the tailor spider out and cure its social anxiety with delicious food.

Liu Zheng thought smugly.

"I'm off, boss."

He said hello and then left the lounge.

He didn't even look at the food before putting it directly into the delivery box.

The moment Liu Zheng opened the delivery box, his face darkened.

Because that man bites dog is still inside.

Close the delivery box; the test passed.

Liu Zheng silently picked up his backpack and walked into the delivery lane.

He wasn't in a rush this time, so he didn't call a taxi and just jogged to Rose Street.

The plane tree saw him from afar and rolled its eyes.

"Please bury this child for me too, and this dog will be your reward, okay?"

Liu Zheng carefully separated the boy and the dog, held the boy's body, and threw the dog onto the black soil.

"alright."

After thinking about it, the French plane tree agreed.

The matter of burying corpses is just a matter of having them or not; one more corpse won't attract more scavengers.

High-quality takeout from a bloody restaurant is a rare treat.

"Where's the coffin?"

The plane tree asked.

"Let's use this lunchbox."

Liu Zheng put the little boy back into the lunchbox.

Anyway, since the French plane tree said that black soil is a preservative, then lunch boxes should also work.

The black soil parted, revealing Natasha with a serene expression.

The tree root curled up the little boy and placed him next to Natasha.

One coffin is a takeout box, and the other is a lunchbox; they're quite a good match.

"what is his name?"

The plane tree asked.

"Let him pass away peacefully."

Liu Zheng looked at the little boy's typical East Asian features and said.

"That sounds awful."