"This can't be..."

Liu Zheng had a bad feeling about this.

"Mhmm, this is the person who helped me take out the trash."

"Haha."

He forced a dry laugh.

Sometimes he really hated how accurate his guesses always were.

"Senior, be careful when carrying it later, don't dirty the ground," the Novelist reminded.

"What happens if it gets dirty?"

"Will it turn into another bag of trash?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Maybe?"

"Mhmm, because there's also a chance it might get directly eaten."

She sounded proud of her precise wording.

"Nice. I'm out."

Liu Zheng carried the trash bag against his chest as he walked outside to prevent anything from leaking out.

The bearded man looked up at him with indifferent eyes.

"Stop staring, close your eyes and rest for a while. Look at you, your eyes are all bloodshot from staying up."

Liu Zheng sighed and closed the man's eyes for him.

Two streams of blood flowed from the man's eyes, running along other parts toward the bottom of the bag.

Liu Zheng quickly lifted the bag to check the bottom.

Good, no leaks.

He flipped the head over and entered the elevator.

After exiting the building, Liu Zheng searched for a long time but couldn't find a trash can, so he had to head toward the community entrance.

Arriving at the community gate, this time the security guard directly blocked the entrance.

Liu Zheng mentally sneered, preparing to pull out his item, but then he saw the security guard retreat back into the guard booth as if he'd seen a ghost.

"You're getting more cowardly by the day?"

He said contemptuously.

"I think you're the one who doesn't know what's good for you, daring to take out that trash."

Liu Zheng mentally sneered, preparing to pull out his prop, but then he saw the security guard retreat back into the guard booth as if he'd seen a ghost.

"What's wrong with helping a client take out trash? It's because you have zero service awareness that people complain about you."

Liu Zheng continued his contempt.

"You're so noble, you're so amazing. The trash cans are right over there, why don't you go throw it away then."

The Prematurely White-Haired Security Guard pointed into the distance.

Under the distant Photinia Tree stood four trash cans lined up in a row.

Red, yellow, blue, and green respectively.

"There isn't some trap here, is there?"

Liu Zheng muttered.

"No, no, just go ahead, they're full of good stuff."

The Prematurely White-Haired Security Guard encouraged him.

"Hey, do you have any cigarettes left?"

He said, rolling his eyes.

"No, not a single one, don't think about mooching my cigarettes."

The Prematurely White-Haired Security Guard shook his head vigorously.

"Then tell me what the trap is with throwing out trash, and I'll bring you a good pack next time."

"Hmph, how do I know you'll even come back next time?"

The Prematurely White-Haired Security Guard expressed disbelief.

"I've already come four times, what's one more? Truth be told, the owner of Room 606, Building 4—we have that kind of relationship."

Liu Zheng said with exaggerated eyebrow movements.

"Really? Someone like you?"

The Prematurely White-Haired Security Guard looked him up and down.

"Men shouldn't be judged by appearance alone, it's about what's inside. Learn something."

He said confidently.

"Then I want a pack of Huazi."

"No problem. Even if I can't get Huazi, I'll get you something similar."

Liu Zheng agreed readily.

Grudges are grudges, but business is business.

Last time the security guard gave him a farewell cigarette, next time it would be Liu Zheng's turn to offer one.

"Pay attention to trash sorting."

The Prematurely White-Haired Security Guard said.

"That's it?"

"That's it."

"And you dare ask for a whole pack of Huazi for that?"

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"Then let me ask you, do you normally sort your trash?"

The Prematurely White-Haired Security Guard asked.

"Uh, no."

He replied honestly.

Using used plastic bags as trash bags was his greatest contribution to environmental protection.

"Well then, it's settled. If I didn't remind you, you would have just tossed it without thinking."

The Prematurely White-Haired Security Guard said.

Liu Zheng thought about it and realized that was indeed possible.

"Alright then, consider yourself lucky this time."

He carried the trash bag toward the trash cans.

As he turned, he was already prepared for a potential sneak attack from the security guard.

However, even as Liu Zheng reached the trash cans, the security guard never attacked.

He guessed that probably if the trash bag spilled, the security guard would also suffer consequences.

Looking at the four trash cans before him, Liu Zheng fell into thought.

Aside from their colors, the trash cans had no other identifying marks.

Their surfaces also lacked any residual trash that could help him determine their purpose.

He struggled to recall and finally remembered the categories corresponding to three of the colors.

Red was for hazardous waste, green for kitchen waste, and blue for recyclables.

Time to eliminate options one by one.

First, these body parts definitely didn't qualify as hazardous waste.

Based on his understanding of these supernatural residents, any kind of meat was edible.

They'd even drink Maotai contaminated by the Chaos Club without hesitation.

Second, it probably didn't belong in recyclables either.

After all, body parts weren't renewable resources.

At least these particular body parts weren't—if it were Liu Zheng himself, he might barely qualify.

That left only two answers to choose between.

Kitchen waste—body parts should count as that.

Then he remembered—yellow should be for other waste.

Meaning any garbage whose type was unknown could be thrown there.

After careful consideration, Liu Zheng made his decision.

He lifted the lid of the green trash can and threw the trash bag inside.

Nothing happened.

Liu Zheng breathed a sigh of relief.

Nothing happening was the best possible outcome.

He was just about to close the lid when he saw a silver flash from within the trash can.

"This is..."

He pushed aside the surface trash, and a silver rice cooker appeared before him.

"Name: Rice Cooking Immortal's Rice Cooker"

"Type: Item"

"Quality: Perfect"

"Effect 1: Cooked rice randomly adds positive effects (limited to three uses per dungeon)."

"Effect 2: Regardless of rice quality used, cooked rice will be Perfect grade."

"Effect 3: Seal a specified target, duration depends on target's strength. Other effects cannot be used during sealing."

"Note: What's the difference between rice cooked by the Rice Cooking Immortal and ordinary people? It's more expensive."

"Can be taken out of dungeon: Yes"

"Holy shit, this time we really hit the jackpot."

Liu Zheng's eyes widened.

A Perfect quality item, and it could even be taken out of the dungeon.

Plus it came with three effects—support, lifestyle, and restriction—each looking quite powerful.

This was literally striking it rich overnight.

With a trembling heart and trembling tentacles, his first instinct was to pocket the rice cooker.

Fortunately, he had a second thought.

Never mind why there was a rice cooker in the kitchen waste bin—that was the sanitation workers' problem to consider.

What Liu Zheng was thinking now was: did items in trash cans count as Municipal Government property?

"Effect 1: Cooked rice randomly applies positive effects (limited to three uses per dungeon)."

Which was that they had no bottom line.

Especially considering places like garbage processing facilities existed.

If this were an obvious risk, Liu Zheng would probably choose to gamble on it.

Most of his current strength came from taking such chances.

But with this kind of vague, uncertain danger, he became more cautious.

After long consideration, Liu Zheng ultimately chose to give up.

Mainly because this was a functional item that couldn't directly enhance his combat strength.

If it were something like the Legendary Vest that provided immediate improvement, he might have risked it.

"Handsome, could you help me get that rice cooker out?"

Just as Liu Zheng was about to close the lid, a hoarse elderly voice sounded behind him.

He turned to see an old woman with a deathly pale face but bright rouge applied to her cheeks, looking at him with a kindly expression.

And what she was wearing was burial clothes.