It's a hell game, who can still be a human being?

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Although there was no prompt, Liu Zheng knew that it must be the system that took action.

However, the calico cat's memory chip did work.

Now it only remembers that it and itself are colleagues, that it was sent out on a business trip, and some scattered memories.

But that was enough. After giving it a few dried fish that it had made itself, Liu Zheng gained its trust effortlessly.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but rub the cat's head angrily.

"Meow~"

The calico cat meowed contentedly.

Liu Zheng smiled, then suddenly looked up and met a pair of eager eyes.

Chapter 247 The Real Purgatory Outside

"Want to come down and touch it?"

Liu Zheng smiled kindly.

Although there was no light on the second floor, he could still see the other person clearly with his perception.

A cute little blonde girl.

"Nina, come back soon."

Liu Zheng heard a very quiet scolding, and then the little girl was pulled into deeper darkness.

He shrugged. This level of caution was reasonable when facing a strong stranger.

"Salmon don't like being petted by strangers."

The calico cat lying on the side protested.

"I can't help it. We just want to get closer. It's all for work. Salmon is so cute after all."

Liu Zheng took the opportunity to rub the cat's head again.

The face on his back appeared, glared at him, and then disappeared immediately.

Away from the metropolis, his existence seemed to be somewhat restricted.

"I kept you waiting."

Anke brought over two glasses of beer, one large and one small.

A thin layer of powdery substance floated on the golden wine.

Liu Zheng picked it up and smelled it, and a pungent smell of pepper rushed into his nostrils.

He placed the small cup in front of the calico cat, then picked up his large cup and took a sip.

"Aqiu~"

The strong smell rushed straight into Liu Zheng's nose from his mouth, causing him to sneeze uncontrollably.

"Haha, this is 'Uncle Pepper', how does it feel?"

Seeing his expression, Anko couldn't help but laugh.

"Yes, it's more effective than the cooling oil."

Liu Zheng nodded.

Of course, Art didn't have anything like cooling oil, but Anko automatically understood it as something else to refresh himself.

"Yes, this is just for refreshing people while working. It's not really a good wine. That's why I was so surprised to hear you came all the way here to buy it."

He said bluntly.

"Good wine is good wine, and special is also a plus. Anyway, we are only responsible for purchasing, whether it can be sold or not is not within our consideration."

Liu Zheng said casually.

"Yeah, that's what you said."

Anko nodded.

The other party's attitude made him relax a little. This deadpan way of dealing with work was too natural.

"Come to think of it, aren't you scared when you see those wild animals?"

he asked again.

"What's there to be afraid of? They're just wild animals. I have a gun and a knife. They're probably afraid of me."

Liu Zheng patted his waist and said.

Only then did Anko notice that the other person had a boning knife and an exquisite pistol on his waist.

His expression tensed for a moment, but he immediately calmed down.

With the strength displayed by the other party, no weapons are needed to subdue him.

"You should know that they are not just wild beasts, right?"

Anko calmed himself down and said.

"I guessed a little. Didn't you just say that the head was someone you knew?"

Liu Zheng replied.

"When you see a man transformed into a beast, aren't you surprised, if not frightened?"

Anko said, staring at him.

"Boss, how long have you been here?"

Liu Zheng asked.

“Almost fifty years.”

Anko thought for a moment and said.

"Have you been out in all these years?"

"No, I never left Art."

Anko shook his head.

"It's fine. If you haven't gone out yet, don't go out. The world outside is much more dangerous than Yat."

He said sincerely.

A world more dangerous than Yat

Anko's face turned pale as he heard the beast howling outside again.

Art in the Pale Night is already a hell on earth. What is a world more dangerous than Art? Is it the real purgatory?

"Speaking of which, Boss, you have been in Art for so many years, you should be very familiar with the situation here, right?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"I'm familiar with what's happening on the street, but I don't know much about other things."

Anko said cautiously.

"Then could you please help me look at this purchase order and tell me where I should buy it."

He pulled a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Anko.

This was not the piece of paper that Baiyu Ji gave him, but the one he tore off from Bai Langzi's manuscript of poems.

The above catalog is not complete, but is selected by Liu Zheng.

After all, some of the items on the shopping list are a little too scary for the average person.

"Let me take a look."

Anke took the list and began to read it in the dim light.

"One hundred loaves of iron bread, fifty kilograms of smoked rat meat, and thirty bottles of ten-mile fragrant flower juice."

"No, what are the hobbies of your restaurant's purchasing manager? Why do they always buy weird things?"

The more he read, the more speechless he became.

It is true that the items on the shopping list are all Art’s specialties, but they are all relatively peculiar types.

The reason why iron stick bread is called iron stick bread is because it is hard enough to be used as a crowbar.

Only the truly poor would buy and eat smoked stinky rat jerky.

As for the ten-mile fragrant flower juice, it is even more heavyweight.

This flower is very beautiful, but its juice tastes almost like body fluid, and it is spoiled body fluid.

After it ferments in the bottle, don't even think about drinking it, even just looking at it will make you feel that your soul has been defiled.

If he had felt a little secretly happy when he heard that this stranger wanted to purchase his beer, now he just felt humiliated.

What did our own "Uncle Pepper" do wrong to be compared with these things?

"How should I put it? The chef of our restaurant has a unique perspective on food."

Liu Zheng shrugged.

"I know where to buy most of the things on this list."

Anke said after reading the purchase order.

"That's great. Can you please draw a map for me, boss?"

He said happily.

More than half of the items on the list have been bought. As long as he can buy them all, his task will be completed.

Although the remaining half of the catalog is obviously more valuable, the white-feathered chicken does not say that it should be calculated according to value.

"I can't draw a map. Besides, Art's urban structure is very complicated. It's night time now. Even if I draw a map for you, it will be difficult for you to find the right place."

Anko shook his head.

"What should I do?"

"Why don't you just stay in the tavern and go out to look for it after the Pale Night is over."

Anko suggested.

He now truly believed that this stranger was here to purchase goods.

"So when will this end?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"I don't know, maybe one day, maybe three days, maybe it will never end."

Anko said after a moment of silence.

"Then I can't wait. If I can't complete the task on time, our chef will take the opportunity to slice me and grill me."

He shook his head.

“Is your restaurant so cruel?”