The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human? Chapter 478 - 385: Either Explode Under Pressure or Become D

Although it was unlikely to take her on as an apprentice right on the spot, he would definitely see her in a different light.

One could only say that everyone has their own stage; they might always be the lead, or the lead everywhere, but it’s impossible to be the lead everywhere at the sa ti.

"What did your honor say?"

"Nothing."

Liu Zheng pressed the button for the basent level one.

The elevator ride this ti was smooth, with no one else sharing the ride.

Speaking of which, he had always disliked being in a closed space with other people, the more people there were, the more uncomfortable he beca.

Therefore, he wasn’t too demanding elsewhere, but when it ca to renting a place, he was willing to spend money. He wouldn’t accept shared accommodations and always rented the largest space he could afford.

Although Niu Ma wasn’t human, it was not only bigger in size than a person, but also had a stronger scent.

If it wasn’t for the fact that delivering food was too dangerous, Liu Zheng would really rather stay outside than share a resting room with it.

"Ding!"

While pondering, they reached the basent level one.

"Let’s go, we’ll talk next ti."

He greeted Samurai Yifa.

"Your visit honors greatly."

Samurai Yifa said politely.

As the elevator doors opened, it was pitch black outside, just like the delivery passageway.

Liu Zheng stepped out of the elevator, looked back, and saw that only the floor indicator was still lit.

He tried to reach out and touch it with his hand, but he touched nothing, as if the elevator itself had been swallowed by darkness.

He tried pressing the up button again, and with a "ding" sound, the elevator doors reappeared in front of him.

"Interesting."

Liu Zheng raised an eyebrow.

"What does your honor an?"

A doubtful voice ca from Samurai Yifa inside the elevator.

"It’s nothing. You can go."

He waved his hand and said.

"..."

Samurai Yifa silently closed the elevator doors and disappeared again.

"Just made you run one more ti, electricity isn’t even on your bill. Such a bad temper, young people are really just young."

Liu Zheng shook his head and turned to face the darkness.

He didn’t start walking right away, but took out Slaughter Knife and began swinging it in all directions. Just as expected, he hit nothing.

Without even walls, it was indeed very easy to lose one’s way in such a space and even end up walking in circles on the spot, which is known as "ghost hitting the wall."

Of course, according to the reminder from Yaoji, he was not likely to walk in circles but would be led to places he shouldn’t go to.

Liu Zheng took out coal cinders from the system space.

When he opened his fist revealing the coal cinders for an instant, a bright fla appeared not far ahead.

The coal cinders in his palm, although not emitting light, also beca slightly warm.

Liu Zheng walked towards the direction of the fla, following the reminder of Shi San Yao.

A damp and cold breath kept coming from the darkness, but with the warmth provided by the coal cinders, he didn’t feel uncomfortable.

After an unknown period of walking, he finally saw an iron door standing alone.

The iron door was not tightly closed, and the light Liu Zheng had seen was shining through the crack of the door.

He walked forward quickly, about to knock, when he suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck.

Without thinking, he turned around and swung his knife.

The sensation of cutting through butter ca through, Liu Zheng pressed the advantage with another horizontal pull.

"Drip!"

There was a sound like a droplet, and his Slaughter Knife hit nothingness.

"Ran away?"

Liu Zheng swung a few more tis but hit nothing.

He knelt down and felt around on the ground for a while, finally touching a few things that felt like jellyfish skin.

However, no item description popped up.

So he just took them in his hand and turned around to knock on the door.

"Who’s there?"

Liu Zheng knocked forcefully several tis before an elderly voice ca from inside the door.

"Hello, Mr. Batiao, I’m Ren He from the Massage Departnt, Shi San Yao, the departnt head, sent here to stay with you for a while."

He introduced himself.

"That little fellow Shi San Yao really knows I’m busy, but still always asks to babysit for him."

Mr. Batiao grumbled dissatisfiedly.

"It’s because you’re willing to babysit."

Liu Zheng secretly rolled his eyes.

Mr. Batiao’s tone abruptly reminded him of the orphanage director.

That little old man also always told them that if it hadn’t been for the town leaders pleading with him, he wouldn’t have taken on such a tough job so close to retirent.

Then he would say things like he was definitely going to apply for a transfer next year, or he would request early retirent.

However, the little old man ended up working there for twenty years, until he died at his post, without ever having written that application.

Perhaps it was because of his presence that Liu Zheng retained a certain principle in his heart.

"The door is unlocked; co in by yourself."

Mr. Batiao continued.

"Alright."

He pushed the iron door open with force and walked in.

As soon as he stepped inside, a wave of heat hit him in the face.

And it was not the burning heat of coal fire, but the scalding heat of steam.

When Liu Zheng saw the structure of the boiler room clearly, he understood why.

A giant boiler stood at the very center of the room, with nurous pipes extending from all around it, like a heart and its blood vessels.

Around the boiler were eight giant copper kettles hanging in mid-air, each with a pipe directed at their bottoms.

Tawny flas spewed from the pipes, enthusiastically licking their skins, heating the thick brass kettle bodies until they glowed red.

And steam spurted from the mouths of the kettles, creating a scene like a misty immortal realm.

In front of the boiler was a platform covered with various chanical devices.

Atop the platform, an old man wearing an old work uniform, lean and bald, was busy at work.

Signboards hung from the ceiling, and after he read them, he would extend his arm behind him to pull open a drawer from a cabinet, grab sothing from inside, and toss it into a copper kettle.

The eight copper kettles corresponded exactly to eight arms.

"So it’s this kind of octopus."

Liu Zheng raised an eyebrow.

"Stay put, don’t touch anything. If you interfere with my work, I’ll throw you into the furnace to burn to ash."

In the midst of his busyness, Mr. Batiao still took the ti to warn him.

The old man had a face shaped like an isosceles triangle, under his nose was a mustache dense to an exaggerated degree, and above his eyes he wore a strange pair of goggles that looked like swim goggles mixed with sunglasses, making him look quite comical.

"Mr. Batiao, is there anything I can help with?"

Liu Zheng offered proactively.

"What can you do, a clumsy human? Just stay put, and I’ll guide you when I’m done being busy."

Mr. Batiao said impatiently.

"Don’t judge by my looks; I’m actually quite hard-working. Moreover, it’s not right for to occupy your space without helping you with anything."

He said.

"Do you know dicinal herbs?"

Mr. Batiao asked.

"No, I don’t."

He was not fond of traditional Chinese dicine, only knew so nas and effects of Chinese dicinal herbs from novels, but if you asked him to really identify them, that would be completely out of the question.

"Then can you make tea?"

Mr. Batiao asked.

"Does pouring boiling water and waiting for the tea to cool count?"

Liu Zheng asked.

He drank quite a lot of tea, but it was purely because he didn’t like sweet beverages or plain water.

Put in so tea leaves, fill it with boiling water, waiting for it to cool down also counts as a complete operation.

"Do you know how to monitor boiler paraters?"

Mr. Batiao pointed to the left side of the boiler, where several gauge-like devices were installed.

"Okay, I really can’t do anything."

Liu Zheng spread his hands.

Being lazy feels great for a mont, staying lazy feels great all the ti.

"You’re honest, but I still don’t like young people like you who can’t do anything. Go stand to the side, don’t block my view."

Mr. Batiao said.

"Then you go ahead, I won’t disturb you anymore."

He amiably moved over to a platform next to the cabinet, then simply lay down on the ground.

Indeed, the boiler room was big enough, even without the boilers it was at least the size of three restrooms.

With nearly six ters of vertical space, it gave Liu Zheng the illusion of being in a grand auditorium.

"This kid, he’s way too lazy."

Mr. Batiao’s glance caught sight of his figure, and he couldn’t help but wryly smile a little.

However, he wasn’t particularly angry; compared to the smart-alecky kids who insisted on helping only to ss things up and leave him to clean up at the end, Liu Zheng was already quite manageable.

At that mont, Mr. Batiao’s expression suddenly changed.

"Minions, it’s ti to get to work!"

He shouted loudly.