Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

"No, brother, I'm just a deliveryman, not the Speaker of the Council. Even a member of parliament would have to eat, drink, and sing karaoke to get someone out of the Public Security Bureau. You've only entrusted me with this for a few days and you expect results? You're taking me way too seriously."

Liu Zheng got angry as soon as he heard this.

The more capable you are, the more work you get. That's how it is in reality, and it's still the same in the metropolis.

If he's efficient, he should always be efficient. That would be taking advantage of honest people.

"Uh, well, don't rush me, that's not what I meant."

Red Pig was stunned by his sincere performance.

"That's exactly what I mean. If you don't trust me, I'll return the things to you, and our agreement will be void. Do you know how much I've worked for you? I even put my boss's order on the back burner."

"Now you're actually questioning my slacking off? Are you even human?"

Liu Zheng said aggressively.

"I really am not human."

The red pig innocently spread its hands.

Even if it were alive, it was half-human and half-pig, let alone now that it is dead.

"You're still trying to argue! If you keep saying that, I'm going to quit."

His eyes widened, and he made a move to lie down on the ground.

"Okay, okay, I admit I was wrong, alright?"

Red Pig said helplessly.

"Hmph, that's pretty much it."

Liu Zheng raised his head.

"So, how's your investigation into my wife's situation going?"

Red Pig asked the question as it came to mind.

"We've made some progress, but not much. You know Niu Ma, he's usually all talk and no action, but when it really matters, he's so tight-lipped that even a tunnel boring machine can't get through."

He said this half-truthfully.

"Well, that's true."

Red Pig agreed with his statement.

"Then why did you shoot me with the gravedigger's gun?"

It brings us back to the initial question.

It has lived in the cemetery for many years and is naturally familiar with the atmosphere of the cemetery keeper.

"The gravedigger made me do it, go ask him."

Liu Zheng shrugged.

"Nonsense, if I were qualified to ask him, would I need to entrust him with this?"

Red Pig said irritably.

If it had that ability, it could simply send the dead out to do things for it.

"It's like I have the right to ask him questions. As long as you're not dead, that's all that matters."

Liu Zheng said, looking at its gradually healing wound.

"Are you going to hit me or not? If not, I'm leaving. I have a lot of things to do and don't have time to chat with you."

"If you don't leave, I'm really going to beat you up."

Red Pig clenched his fist, which was bigger than his head, and said.

"Goodbye then."

Liu Zheng quickly ran away.

"Like boss, like underlings."

Red Pig looked at his back and complained, but a slight smile appeared on his lips.

It's not stupid; on the contrary, it has received formal education, so how could it not notice Liu Zheng's abnormality?

It has lived in the cemetery for decades. If the cemetery keeper wanted to do something to it, he would have done it long ago. There was no need for him to ask Liu Zheng to do it.

Therefore, it can only be that Liu Zheng obtained his revolver from the tomb keeper.

It's certainly not possible that Liu Zheng shot it with a revolver out of revenge.

Although the red pig didn't know the reason, it was definitely related to the commission it had given to Liu Zheng.

"This kid is just like his boss, saying one thing and meaning another."

The red pig shook its head.

"I hope you can give me a result next time, Liu Zheng. Whether it's good or bad, my reward will definitely satisfy you."

It muttered to itself for a while, then retreated back into the cemetery.

"I'm back, Your Excellency."

Liu Zheng jogged back to the cemetery exit.

What are you doing?

He looked at the skinny horse standing there holding the iron bucket and asked hesitantly.

"Take a milk bath."

The gravedigger replied calmly.

The skinny horse nodded, turned the iron bucket upside down, and the thick milk poured out.

"Hmm, would you like me to get you some more roses?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"No need, that's something only women use."

The tomb keeper refused.

It's like saying taking a milk bath makes you a man.

"I have completed the task you assigned me."

He suppressed the urge to complain and extended the revolver over the coffin.

The gravedigger reached out a hand, took the revolver, and pulled the trigger without saying a word.

"BOOM!"

Amidst the billowing smoke, the skinny man's long face emerged, his large, protruding teeth gripping a bullet that glowed blue.

"唏伦~"

The skinny horse sneezed triumphantly.

"Go find it, old man. If you can't find the soul, bring the body back."

"That's what the tomb keeper instructed."

"Thank you for your help, sir."

Liu Zheng immediately stepped forward and stuffed another wad of banknotes into the small pocket.

It seems the gravedigger wasn't entirely confident he could find Chihaya's soul, otherwise he wouldn't have said that last sentence.

Even if we can't find the soul, finding the body will do.

Even if the red pig's soul collapses, at least the two of them can be buried together.

The skinny horse glanced at him, patted his shoulder with its hoof, then bit its own reins and galloped towards the distant, sunset-lit neighboring village.

"Should I wait here, or go back and wait for news?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"You can go now, the bullets will find you."

"That's what the gravedigger said."

"Alright, then I'll leave it to you."

He gave a slight bow and prepared to turn and leave.

"and many more."

The gravedigger called out to him.

"Is there anything else, sir?"

Liu Zheng had a bad feeling.

Do you enjoy tomb raiding?

"The tomb keeper asked."

"do not like."

He said firmly.

To say you like tomb raiding in front of a gravedigger is no different from telling a pure love warrior that you're planning to NTR his blond-haired boyfriend.

"You really don't like it?"

"I really don't like it."

His tone was firm.

You can like it.

The gravedigger emphasized.

Can I not like it?

"I think you like it."

The gravedigger raised his revolver and pointed it at him.

"Okay, I like it now."

Liu Zheng smiled wryly.

"very good."

The gravedigger lowered his gun.

"Does Your Excellency require me to retrieve something from the tomb?"

he asked.

"No."

The gravedigger shook his head, making the milk gurgle loudly.

"Did the tomb owner have a grudge against you?"

"Not at all."

The gravedigger continued to shake his head.

"What's that for?"

Liu Zheng asked, puzzled.

"There are some things that must be done, otherwise your mind will get stuck."

The tomb keeper pointed to the archway and said.

"Then why me?"

He sighed.

Why can't it be you?

The tomb keeper countered with a question.

There has to be a reason for everything, right?