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

Chapter 82 You don’t want your daughter to marry a yellow-haired man, do you?

"say what?"

The fisherman looked confused.

"Things related to your daughter, how old she is, how tall she is, what she looks like, what she likes to eat, what she likes to do, etc."

"Oh, she's in her twenties, uh, twenties?"

The fisherman scratched his head.

"No way, you don't even know how old your daughter is?"

Liu Zheng was speechless.

"I have so many things to do in a day, how can I remember so much?"

The fisherman became angry and embarrassed.

"Okay, okay, then just tell me what you know."

"She is about 1.6 meters tall. As for her appearance, you can just look at the photo."

The fisherman pulled a photograph from his inside pocket and handed it to him.

The girl above is wearing a bachelor's gown, standing under a plane tree, making a scissors gesture and smiling brightly.

She has a small round face, short hair, and wears glasses. She looks like a slightly plump version of Zhao Jinmai.

Well, it’s okay, I haven’t put myself too hard.

Liu Zheng breathed a sigh of relief.

"Did you take this photo?"

"No."

The fisherman shook his head.

"I guess not."

As a journalist, he also knows a little about photography.

You can tell at a glance that this photo was taken by a girl, a girl who has taught herself some photography skills.

"What do you mean?"

The fisherman glared.

"It's nothing. Just continue."

"Hmph. When she was little, she liked the fish I cooked, but now I don't know. But last time I secretly saw her drinking coffee and eating cake."

The fisherman continued.

peep
It seems that the father and daughter are not very familiar with each other.

"What brand of coffee and cake?"

Liu Zheng had a bad feeling.

"I don't know. I just know that the logo on it is an upside-down deer head."

The fisherman said.

I just know it.

He wailed, and now he was going to have his eyes scraped, his ears picked, and his face opened.

"What are you yelling about?"

The fisherman frowned.

“That coffee is hard to buy.”

Liu Zheng told him about the unlucky coffee.

"That's it. It's not like you can't grow."

The fisherman said without even raising his eyelids.

"That hurts too, I'm not a masochist."

"Look at you sissy. Take it."

The fisherman broke off a finger and handed it to him.

"Brother, I didn't say I wouldn't go. This is a bit unreasonable."

Liu Zheng was in a dilemma whether to answer the call or not.

"What did you call me?"

The fisherman narrowed his eyes.

"Fisherman."

"Would you like to think about it again?"

"Uh, father-in-law?"

he said tentatively.

"You're looking for death, aren't you?"

The fisherman was furious.

"Then tell me what it's called."

Liu Zheng is a bachelor.

"Call me uncle first."

The fisherman hesitated for a moment and said.

"Okay. Uncle, you can take this finger back."

"You think I'm trying to squeeze you? This is my compensation to you."

The fisherman said.

"Compensation? Then what can this be used for?"

he asked.

The system did not pop up any item introduction.

"It doesn't work on people, but it works on fish. If you use this finger as a fishhook, the fish will be unable to move."

The fisherman said confidently.

"What about the mermaid?"

"Same with mermaids."

"That's kind of helpful."

Liu Zheng put it in his pocket.

If I go to the beach someday, I can use this to protect myself from the mermaid princess.

"Go on to your daughter."

"Nothing."

The fisherman shook his head.

"Huh? You said nothing."

Even dating websites provide more information than fishermen.

Are these two really biological children?

"It's gone, it's gone. How can I not tell you if I know?"

"You know where she is now, right?"

If the fisherman said he didn't know again, he would rather turn against her than take the job. "I do know that. She's now a DM in a board game store, but I don't know what she does specifically."

Fortunately, the fisherman was not that outrageous.

"Oh, I know that."

DM is the abbreviation of dungeon master, which literally means dungeon lord.

It was originally the title of the host of the board game Dungeons and Dragons, and later became a general term for many board game hosts.

There are board games in this world?

So they won't really find a dragon to play the NPC?
"Just you know. Here's the address."

The fisherman gave him a note.

When Liu Zheng saw the sticky note, he suddenly got an inspiration.

"Uncle, you really want me to seduce your daughter, right?"

"Yes. If I let that yellow-haired guy catch my daughter, I might as well die immediately!"

The fisherman gritted his teeth.

"Then you will definitely not be stingy in giving?"

"What do you want to do?"

The fisherman became alert.

"You should also know that we deliverymen can only go out when we deliver food. So I need you to order a takeaway for your daughter. The longer the delivery time, the better."

Liu Zheng said.

"Okay, is twelve hours enough?"

The fisherman agreed decisively.

"That's enough, uncle, you are awesome."

He gave a thumbs up.

"For my daughter, I'm willing to risk it all. But you can only use these twelve hours to soak my daughter. If you dare to use it for anything else, I will turn your lower body into a fish that can't be turned back even if I chop it off."

The fisherman said grimly.

"Don't worry. I, Liu Zheng, can't say much about anything else, but my professional ethics are exemplary."

"If you don't believe me, you can ask Niuma, Dai Lego, Napoleon, and Ghost Hand. I pay them to do things for me, and they always do it in a proper manner."

Liu Zheng said, patting his chest.

"Humph, if someone didn't endorse you, would you have gotten such a good thing? Okay, hurry up and get on. The sewers are watching."

The fisherman urged.

He looked up at the ceiling and saw that the white tumor was beginning to grow again.

"By the way, uncle, how can I report the progress to you?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"No, my fingers will be on you."

The fisherman said.

Wow, it turns out this finger is a monitor.

No wonder there are no item introductions.

"Okay, I'm leaving then."

He carried the Four-in-One Fishman and ran towards the wellhead at high speed.

As he ran, he looked back and the fisherman had disappeared.

Only a huge fish tail flashed across the water.

Liu Zheng withdrew his gaze and concentrated on running.

The cosplay costume was still in effect, and he quickly returned to the wellhead.

He stuck his hooves into the wall and climbed out of the well step by step.

Standing in the takeaway aisle, Liu Zheng had to face another problem.

Which direction is back to the restaurant?
After thinking about it, he definitely picked a direction at random.

Even if you go the wrong way, just go back without leaving the restaurant.

So he walked towards the left.

Fortunately, the direction was right and Liu Zheng successfully returned to the lounge.

"You're great, you're back so soon."

The cow-horse looked up and saw an abstract version of himself.

"Fuck you, who told you to cosplay me? And you cosplay so ugly."

It said angrily.

"I can't help it, boss. You're the most handsome and the strongest person I know."

Liu Zheng looked innocent.

"Yeah, that's true. You have a pretty good eye for things."

The anger of the cattle and horses subsided.

"But how did you get the cosplay costume? It's the treasure of the customer service department. That guy Britain wouldn't even let us touch it."

It asked curiously.

"The ghost hand threw it to me."

"What is this guy's background?"

Niuma touched his chin.

"You don't even know?"

"How would I know where to go? It got here before me. The last delivery guy didn't say anything except telling me not to talk to it."

"I can't even talk, and I can't make friends with anyone."

Niuma said unhappily.

"Never mind. I have enough troubles already, I don't need this one more."

"Indeed. You should really thank Mr. Li."

"If he hadn't turned you into a tentacle monster, you would have caused so much trouble that you wouldn't have had ten lives."

Niuma nodded.

"Haha. I should really thank him. Thank his ancestors for eighteen generations."

Liu Zheng sneered.

He now came to his senses. Mr. Li had no good intentions in asking him to eat the eyeballs of the black goat kid.

If he hadn't heard the gospel by chance, he might be in Mr. Li's belly now.

Of course, there is no question of revenge.

However, if there is a chance, Liu Zheng doesn't mind taking advantage of Mr. Li.

"By the way, sir, do you know the fisherman?"

he asked.

(End of this chapter)