Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

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The deputy minister rolled his eyes.

"So what is your name?"

"I won't tell you. I'll tell you after you finish the task I gave you."

The deputy minister said arrogantly.

“In fact, I’m on my way to the cemetery right now.”

Liu Zheng asked.

"So fast?"

The deputy minister exclaimed in surprise.

Although she believed Liu Zheng wouldn't break his promise, she didn't expect him to be this efficient.

"Actually, there's no need to rush. I'm not pressuring you."

The vice minister, on the contrary, felt somewhat embarrassed.

"I am the kind of person who doesn't hold grudges. If I hear the truth in the morning, I can die content in the evening."

Liu Zheng said.

"What do you mean?"

"It means knowing the way to your enemy's house in the morning, so you can kill him at dusk. This applies to revenge as well as repaying kindness."

He said firmly.

"No wonder they're city dwellers, they have such a strong sense of time."

The deputy minister said admiringly.

"Well, you can put it that way too."

Liu Zheng was momentarily at a loss for words when it came to responding to the witty remark.

"How are Yoko-neechan and Minister Thirteen? Did Grandma Tang give you any trouble?"

He changed the subject.

"We'll definitely have to find trouble, but firstly, what she did was shady, and secondly, we haven't caught anyone red-handed, so we can't be punished directly."

The deputy minister said.

Although Thirteen Orphans accepted Liu Zheng and even gave him a nickname, it was only an internal recruitment within the department, and he still had to register with the General Affairs Department.

As a result, Liu Zheng finished the job and ran away in less than a day, leaving no trace in the files of the Hundred Ghosts Bureau.

Although there is surveillance footage and witness testimony, without records, it's a mess.

Thirteen Yao simply wouldn't admit it, and Grandma Tang couldn't do anything about it.

What if we investigate further and uncover something else?

Then the opposition will be more than just Thirteen Orphans.

"That's good. Contact me immediately if anything happens. If Minister Thirteen tries to force you to join, tell him I don't agree."

Liu Zheng said domineeringly.

"What a good man. No wonder he's got Yaoji all smitten. Don't worry, I'll tell her."

The vice minister's eyes were alluring, but unfortunately, it wasn't a video call, so we couldn't see it.

"Um, what's the number of that cemetery you mentioned?"

He looked at the archway in the distance and asked.

"The number is 18918."

The deputy minister replied.

"He's just trying to get rich? Is he so afraid of being poor that he wants to change the feng shui?"

Liu Zhengyou made a connection.

"Oh, no. This is the owner's identification number when he was at the farm. He didn't change it after he left; he just used it as his own name."

The deputy minister explained.

"Does he feel he's having too much of a comfortable time at the farm?"

He said speechlessly.

"No, he felt that it was a great achievement for him to go from being livestock to a citizen and to build a business in the city. So he wanted to be buried in a cemetery with the same name as his, so that future generations would know how awesome he was."

"Oh, if that's how it is, then I can understand."

Liu Zheng nodded.

Just like Zhu Yuanzhang in real life, while other founding emperors tried to create a powerful background for themselves, he made no attempt to hide his humble origins.

Because becoming an emperor from a beggar is the most awesome thing in the world.

To be honest, Niu Ma has never said its real name. Even familiar people like Bai Yu Ji, Oinke, and Nile Doctor call it Niu Ma, which is probably its real name.

What are the thoughts of cattle and horses that they use their own race as their names?

"Okay, I'm hanging up."

Liu Zheng hung up the phone, unloaded the plane tree coffin, and then dragged it towards the cemetery.

The moment he stepped over the archway, he was startled.

Because the tomb keeper was riding on horseback, looking down at him.

"You haven't been waiting for me here all this time, have you? I'm truly flattered."

After a moment of silence, Liu Zheng made a joke in an attempt to ease the tension.

"Not always."

The gravedigger shook his head.

"It started after you left the cemetery."

he said again.

"Uh"

Isn't this what they've been waiting for all along?

Liu Zheng was speechless but also somewhat relieved. Fortunately, he hadn't tried to delay, otherwise, given the tomb keeper's level of importance, it was hard to say what methods he might use if he got impatient.

"I'm so sorry to have kept you waiting."

He said politely.

"Soon, before my bullets even fell."

No sooner had the gravedigger finished speaking than a bright yellow bullet fell from the sky.

Liu Zheng only felt a blur before his eyes, and the gravedigger had already drawn his revolver, letting the bullets fall precisely into the magazine.

"Oh, I forgot. Good job, you're on time."

The tomb keeper nodded approvingly.

"Punctuality is one of my consistent strengths."

He replied perfunctorily.

Only a fool wouldn't realize the gravedigger was teasing him.

"Where's the coffin?"

"The tomb keeper asked."

"Oh, here it is."

Liu Zheng stepped aside, revealing the coffin made of a plane tree behind him.

"very nice."

"The gravedigger glanced at it and said."

"As long as you're satisfied."

"I am very satisfied, and even a little surprised."

"That's what the gravedigger said."

"You can't tell at all."

Looking at his expression, which was stiffer than a corpse, Liu Zheng thought to himself.

The gravedigger patted the horse's head, and the skinny horse, understanding the gesture, walked to the coffin and then kicked open the coffin lid with one hoof.

Then, the gravedigger leaped into the air, tumbling several times before crashing into the coffin in a diving motion.

"Yes, it suits you well."

He closed his eyes and felt it for a while before speaking.

"what do you want?"

"The tomb keeper asked."

"Well, how about we talk about it after you come out?"

Liu Zheng squinted and said.

"No need, I feel safer talking like this."

The gravedigger rejected his offer.

"Then you'll feel safer if you put the lid on."

He simply couldn't resist the urge to complain.

“That makes sense. Old man.”

The gravedigger shouted to his horse.

The skinny horse strolled to the coffin lid, lowered its head, bit the lid, put it back on the coffin, and even nudged it with its head twice to make sure it was sealed tightly.

"Indeed, I feel safer now."

The gravedigger's distorted voice came from inside the coffin.

"Whatever makes you happy."

What else could Liu Zheng say?

Speaking of the big shots, starting from the ox and horse, they all have some abstract elements. Is this the price of becoming stronger?

"what do you want?"

The gravedigger repeated it again.

"I do have a request, and I would like to ask for your help."

Liu Zheng told him about buying the burial plot.

"can."

The tomb keeper immediately agreed.

"What do I need to contribute on my end?"