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

The plane tree said with disdain.

"you're right."

Liu Zheng nodded and returned to the camphor tree.

He had no intention of arguing with the tree; he had neither the interest nor the time.

After selling out all the stock, Liu Zheng came to the plane tree carrying a tin can.

Stepping on the edge of the black soil, he aimed the mouth of the can at the mouth of the plane tree.

"Mince, what are you doing?"

cried the plane tree.

"I'm giving you urine to drink. What's wrong?"

Liu Zheng was puzzled.

You were so anxious just now, but now you are disgusted?

"Tree, I am a tree, do you understand? This mouth is just a decoration, the roots are my mouth."

The plane tree rolled its eyes.

"Okay, my question."

He shrugged and poured the liquid, which smelled strongly of alcohol, onto the tree root.

"Bien! That's the taste."

The plane tree had an intoxicated expression.

"As long as you like it. Goodbye, Mr. Shu. I have to go to work."

Liu Zheng threw the tin can on the ground.

"Don't call me Mr. Tree. I have a name. Call me Dai Lego."

The plane tree said dissatisfiedly.

"Okay, Mr. Dai."

He is quick to accept advice.

"Fuck you, forget it. I won't argue with a stupid human like you. Listen, if you can get a bottle of Shengtian Thatch Moss 53 degrees, I can give you something really good."

Dai Lego said.

"I try my best."

Liu Zheng nodded.

Since Niuma can get one bottle, he should be able to get a second bottle.

"You won't be disappointed, human. You'll need it if you want to stay alive and work in the restaurant."

Dai Lego said meaningfully.

After bidding farewell to the man-eating tree, he set off again.

This peeing took up quite a bit of time, but fortunately the new props were enough to make up for it.

"How do you use this thing?"

Liu Zheng waved his cane a few times and muttered to himself.

"A cane. It's just a cane, you stupid, suspicious human."

Dai Lego's irritable voice came from behind.

"Oh, thank you."

He said without looking back.

The needle does not poke, and there is after-sales service.

Da, da, da, da

Along with the rhythmic sound of the crutch tapping the ground, Liu Zheng felt his legs became a lot lighter.

"Those who use crutches are faster than those who walk. Chaofan is really interesting."

He shook his head and walked forward quickly.

There is not much time left.

-

After rushing for a long time, Liu Zheng finally arrived at his destination with 10 minutes left.

Meilin Community.

There is a sentry box at the entrance of the community. The security guard inside is leaning back in a chair with his face covered with a wide-brimmed hat, and seems to be taking a nap.

He stared at the sentry box for a few seconds and decided not to take the initiative to contact it.

Fortunately, although the community has access control, it is possible to go around the parking pole to enter.

Liu Zheng tentatively stepped in and observed the sentry box.

After finding that the security guard did not react at all, he stepped his other foot in.

This dungeon world is full of strange rules, and you must be careful at all times without any prompts.

"Building 3, 503. Which building is Building 3?"

The community was not big, and he took a quick walk around and found that there were no signs on the buildings.

"It seems I can only find someone to ask."

Liu Zheng sighed.

Delivering a takeaway is so troublesome, the working people in this world are really miserable.

He returned to the gate of the community and knocked on the window of the sentry box.

"Hello."

Liu Zheng shouted.

The security guard sat up straight as if awakened from a dream, but did not take his hands off his hat.

"what's up?"

he asked.

His voice was hoarse and thin, like that of a castrati who had smoked too much.

"I'm the delivery man from the Bloody Restaurant. Excuse me, which building is Building 3?"

When the security guard heard the words "Bloody Restaurant", his hat seemed to tremble.

"A piece of meat."

He said.

"What meat?"

"Any meat will do. One piece of meat. Answer a question."

The security guard replied.

Liu Zheng looked at the takeaway box and thought the fish head inside should meet the requirements.

However, there will definitely be punishment for stealing takeout.

He checked his phone and saw that there were 6 minutes left.

Since I can’t steal takeout, I’ll have to find meat from somewhere else.

"Give me a knife."

Liu Zheng said.

"unnecessary."

The security guard took off his hat, and his eel-like head swayed in the air.

The smooth, scaleless top opens to reveal circles of tiny teeth.

It swam quickly in front of Liu Zheng, then stuck to his body, swimming around, as if looking for a good position to bite.

"Hurry up, if we can't deliver the food in time, we'll all be in trouble."

Liu Zheng threatened, suppressing his discomfort.

Perhaps these words worked, the eel head stopped swimming and bit his arm.

The pain of having his flesh and blood gouged out made Liu Zheng's forehead sweat, but he still gritted his teeth and didn't cry out.

But the magical thing was that when the eel head left his body, he found that there was no scar on his arm.

"That building."

The security guard raised his short, thick fingers and pointed the way to Liu Zheng.

"Thank you."

Liu Zheng ignored the pain and ran towards Building 3.

Chapter 7 Takeaway is here

Standing in front of the elevator, Liu Zheng checked the time.

4 minutes left.

Luckily the elevator stops on the first floor, so we should be able to make it in time.

"Ding!"

The elevator door opened, he got in, and frantically pressed the close button.

Fortunately, nothing unexpected happened during the elevator ride.

20 seconds later, the elevator door opened.

Liu Zheng rushed out like a wild horse and rushed to the door of the house with the number 503.

"Hello, your takeaway has arrived."

He knocked on the door and shouted.

There was no response from inside the house, and no one opened the door.

"Hello, your takeaway has arrived."

He shouted again, louder and louder.

Still no response.

"Open the door, your takeaway has arrived."

Liu Zheng's knocking on the door became more and more wild, and he even started kicking it.

After a minute of stalemate, the people in the room finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"Stop shouting, this isn't my takeaway."

"You knew it wasn't your takeaway without even looking at it?"

Liu Zheng questioned.

As if he thought what he said made sense, the door of Room 503 finally opened.

A fat man with a stupid appearance appeared in front of Liu Zheng, exuding a strong body odor.

It smells like a large dog that has been outside all day without a bath and has eaten half a pound of shit.

“Give me the takeout order.”

He held out his big hairy hand.

"Give."

Liu Zheng handed over the takeout order.