I Became a God in a Horror Game: 174, rose factory
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It is getting dark.
Scarred Liu Jiayi and Bai Liu are lying next to the flower field. They have been back for a while, and they are now recuperating. During the day's battle with those refugees, Liu Jiayi and the weak Bai Liu who almost emptied their stamina bar were given away. Walk.
But the two of them managed to run back in the end.
After returning, Bai Liu found that there were two new and larger sacks beside the flower field. It should be that the processing worker came and gave them the sacks for picking roses tonight.
Liu Jiayi was still lying next to the white willow panting: "My stamina gauge still has one to two hours to recover, so should we wait? Or go to the fields to pick roses to attract refugees?"
"Your plan to use the other four people needs a lot of refugees, right?" Liu Jiayi sat up on the ground, stretched her arms behind her neck, twisted her shoulders, shook her hands and did a warm-up exercise action.
She squinted at Bai Liu who was sitting next to him: "Although I think this plan is dangerous and easy to overturn, you won't change it, will you?"
Bai Liu rolled his eyes and looked at Liu Jiayi who was sitting next to him: "No."
Liu Jiayi is extremely old, and she sighed worriedly. She is like a little old lady who is worried about her worthless laid-off son's future. She props her forehead and turns her head to look at Bai Liu:
"Occasionally, I also hope that as an adult in your twenties, you can be more sensible, don't always think about winning by gambling, and take the path of a normal young player."
"But it's too early to talk about this with you, a player with a c-level panel. Wait until you grow up a little bit. Anyway, you can still rely on me now. When you grow up (meaning that the panel becomes taller), you can rely on me." Do it yourself."
Liu Jiayi looked at Bai Liu helplessly, then shook her head.
Bai Liu: "..."
"So?" Liu Jiayi asked, "The plan you gave me is to use the refugees to attract the other four players. How can you attract the refugees if you don't pick roses?"
Bai Liu slowly took out a bottle of perfume from his pocket.
Liu Jiayi stared at the perfume for a while, then shifted her gaze to Bai Liu's face expressionlessly: "This is our last bottle of perfume, if you waste what I earned from working hard last night Use perfume as bait, and I will kill you."
Bai Liu: "..."
Bai Liu tentatively opened the bottle cap of the perfume.
Liu Jiayi smiled sweetly and held up the poison: "I'm not kidding you, Brother Bailiu, this is the first time I earned something from a part-time job. You'd better not use it for me—you have used up a lot of it during the day." bottle."
Bai Liu: "..."
This little girl is really angry... although he seems to be really messed up during the day...
Thinking of what happened later today, Bai Liu looked away for a moment: "But perfume is indeed the fastest way to attract refugees..."
"If I had known that I would use it at night, then you wouldn't use it for me during the day!!" Liu Jiayi couldn't bear it anymore, "Cherish me a little bit of the fruits of our labor! Don't keep playing this kind of limit card for me. The way to clear the game!"
Bai Liu put his hands on his thighs, knelt down with a correct posture, and apologized at the speed of light: "I'm sorry, I was too preoccupied with the pursuit of maximizing profits and the cost-effectiveness of perfume use. I didn't take our survival rate into consideration. It was my fault." .”
Eight-year-old Liu Jiayi angrily pointed at Bai Liu, who was kneeling and apologizing, and cursed: "Are you a child! Don't always follow your own temper!"
"Give me the survival rate as the first priority for customs clearance! How can you play in a league that uses the survival rate as the victory criterion!"
As a nanny, Liu Jiayi scolded Bai Liu, a tactician who had no calculations in his mind except points and people.
"I will take the survival rate into consideration next time." Bai Liu nodded, pretending that he had listened to Liu Jiayi's words, and then quickly changed the topic to the task, "But tonight, in order to get the most dried leaves Rose, let's do this first, I'm opening perfume."
As he spoke, Bai Liu's hand was already on the perfume.
Liu Jiayi: "..."
You are so perfunctory that you don't feel the sincerity of admitting your mistakes at all! ! !
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The night is getting darker.
Tang Erda held the gun vigilantly, looked around, and prepared to hunt.
His sack was casually thrown aside, and there were only some dried rose leaves in it, not many.
Tang Erda only picked so many roses tonight, so he stopped working, because he had already figured out the rules of the game—the task of picking roses is not for players to actually pick them, but for players to pass The refugees go to plunder the fruits of other people's labor.
And if the 40kg of roses last night, he still has the possibility to finish by picking, the 80kg tonight made Tang Erda simply give up doing this kind of useless work, and chose to pick up a gun and hunt refugees all night.
But the strange thing is that at this time last night, a large number of refugees have come to attack him.
But tonight——Tang Erda walked up to the field ridge and looked around, except for the refugees who came to attack him a little earlier, he didn't see any refugees in the second half of the night.
Tang Erda looked at the sack he had thrown aside and frowned in thought—is it because he didn't pick enough roses tonight? So the effect of the bait is not as strong as last night?
But it's already at this point, and there are dried leaf roses that have been picked here, so it's not enough to attract a refugee, right?
In this blockbuster-like map scene with a certain mental pollution effect, experienced players will not move easily, but the situation in front of them is obviously abnormal. If there are no refugees on Tang Erda's side, he will The late task will not be completed.
As a last resort, Tang Erda still chose to move, and he decided to take the initiative to find those refugees who stole roses.
The flower field at night fell into a strange silence. Tang Erda walked along the ridge of the field in a certain direction. He saw many people with the same identity as him in the flower field. Dee, this black gauze, bent over to pick flowers silently work.
These people moved very quickly, and through the black veil, one could vaguely see the faces and bodies of these flower pickers "falling off" from time to time, sliding down the veil and falling into the mud. Numb, he turned a blind eye and continued picking quickly.
Some flower pickers even picked their hands withered to the bone, still trembling and working hard. These flower pickers with reduced work efficiency had visible fear on their faces, forcing themselves to improve picking efficiency, while violently Coughing heavily, picking roses.
Even at this point, what they are afraid of is obviously not withering, but being fired-in this world, not having a job is a more terrifying thing than death.
Tang Erda withdrew his observing gaze, and he clenched the gun by his side.
He couldn't remember how many times he had seen this cruel scene, so that when he saw it again, his heart was just a kind of indifference, almost cold-blooded indifference.
—or hopeless powerlessness.
This is a world that cannot be changed. Once the dry rose gas spreads, there will be no room for maneuver. Labor is expended on this, and it is still happy.
A solid full moon hung above the northern sky, and the snow-colored moonlight shone dimly around in a diffuse light.
But this kind of ambiguity, the light white light that makes people feel soothing stops abruptly at the edge of Huatian's expression, dividing the inside and outside of Huatian into two completely different worlds—the outside of Huatian is a dark and simple sketch without moonlight, And the flower field is like a reflective oil painting with the color of dawn.
Crimson mature roses, dark blue cloudless sky, light pink moist land, workers covered with black veils working hard in the flower fields, lingering in everyone's nose, the fragrance of roses—— Everything is so harmonious, quiet and stable.
These scenes are photographed in color and published on the Internet or on the headlines of newspapers for hype. This kind of scene is enough to attract countless people to yearn for a paradise, and even the sinful truth of Huatian will be buried.
The crumbling and desperate civilians stared at this incredible scene with straight eyes, watching the moneyed media advocating the preciousness and rarity of roses, advocating the beauty and irreplaceability of this place, and ordinary people subtly Accept the high price of perfume.
——After all, it is easier to resent yourself for being ugly and withered than to resent the rose factory, the only beautiful place left in the world.
That's right, roses are so rare, and rose dry leaves are so effective, so it's a matter of course that they are expensive, and they can't afford them because they have no money or ability.
It's their fault, not the rose's fault. Roses are so beautiful and useful, how can there be mistakes?
—everything they see tells them so.
Finally, the people in a trance of pain began to take the rose that pushed them into the abyss as their final salvation, forbidding everyone to open their mouths to tarnish the preciousness of roses, to erase the existence of roses, and to be enemies of all those who deny roses—because they are Thought it was the last hope.
When Tang Erda first saw this self-anesthesia demise process, he was angry, then disappointed, then numb, and now he is faintly insanely calm.
A black shadow flashed across the flower field, and Tang Erda looked at it keenly.
On the ground level at the edge of the flower field, a bunch of refugees like small black dots are staggering towards a certain place in groups. The refugees are like ants attracted by sweet smell, no longer like Distributed randomly like yesterday, but fixedly surging in a certain direction.
Tang Erda frowned in doubt, and followed closely.
Following the footsteps of these refugees, after walking for a certain distance, I saw a scene that gave people goosebumps - an open perfume placed in the center of the flower field, surrounded by densely packed tentacles and screaming refugees with open white teeth.
But no matter how hard these refugees try, they seem to be blocked by an invisible glass, unable to reach the perfume inside.
This scene made Tang Erda instantly think of a prop - [Magic Space]!
This is a trap made to lure them over!
This thought made Tang Erda pull out his gun without hesitation, wanting to blow up the perfume in the "glass window" with one shot.
But the moment he drew out the gun, Tang Erda felt an indescribable restraint—it was as if the air on his left and right sides condensed out of thin air, forming an extremely narrow glass path, which made him flow smoothly The action of drawing the gun stopped for a second or two.
[System prompt: Player Bai Liu stretches (magic space) to trap player Tang Erda]