I Became a God in a Horror Game: 179, Rose Factory (day +98w)

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Beside the rose field.

Hundreds of kilograms of roses were confiscated and piled up a hill next to the flower field. Qi Yifang stood in front of the rose field. He took out a direction indicator that swayed with the wind and pointed it at the rose mountain. He closed his eyes. Take a deep breath.

"...the air relative humidity is 78%, the temperature is 26 degrees Celsius, overcast and cloudy, there is no sustained breeze and the wind turns to a breeze, and the wind is northerly level one..."

Qi Yifang suddenly opened his eyes. He scratched the wooden direction sign with his thumb, and said in a calm tone, "Now we will start the weather forecast for today."

[System prompt: Player Qi Yifang uses skill (weather broadcast)]

[Skill usage range: a circular area with a local radius of ten meters]

[Skill use effect: the weather in a local area can be predicted, and the wind direction, wind force, sunlight, rain, and possible weather features can be watched and controlled within a certain range]

[Reminder: This skill will cause a certain degree of decline in the player's physical strength and mental value. Is the player sure to use this skill? 】

[OK. 】

The wooden direction mark in Qi Yifang's hand fell with the sound of the system broadcast, and began to swing from side to side rapidly, and the physical strength and mental value bars on Qi Yifang's personal panel also began to decline.

Qi Yifang let out a breath and began to broadcast in a low voice:

"...Today, during the day, a mild tornado with a wind force of about 2g appeared in some parts... Then there will be 12 hours of sunshine, the wind is light at night, and it turns cloudy

Sunny..."

The weather vane in his hand fell with the voice, and changed from swinging left and right to spinning continuously.

A swirling cold wind blows, strangely stagnant in a small area next to the flower field and starts to spin, which swims back and forth around the piled up hills of roses, and the roses weighing about 2g are gently rotated by the wind As it hovers into the sky, lighter impurities are blown away, while heavier impurities remain on the ground without being carried away.

The magical tornado with its weight parameter set is like a high-precision centrifuge, perfectly separating roses from other things.

These fresh and dried rose leaves that take a day and a night to be picked clean, this time it only took ten minutes to be cleaned and neatly stacked, and the mild tornado quickly Disappeared, the bright sunlight poured down, and the pearls on the petals were shining brightly.

Qi Yifang retracted the weathervane, looked at the pile of dried roses in front of him that had entered the [drying] stage, patted the grass dregs that were blown all over his body, turned his head in satisfaction, and smiled at the other two up.

"Everything has been dealt with, and we can enter the second link tomorrow morning."

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Rose Factory Piazza.

A long queue lined up beside a fully automatic mesh sieving machine.

This is a relatively rare modern mechanical equipment in a rose factory. You only need to pour roses into it for a few minutes of screening, and you can get clean dry leaf roses after sorting.

But because the Rose Factory focuses on hand-crafted anti-industrialized perfume brands, there are only a few such instruments, and they are all occupied by old processing workers and regarded as their privilege.

Qi Yihang and his team were also planning to line up here to use this instrument to sieve roses, but they were chased away by a few old processing workers, scolding them for being lazy and using the instrument just after they were promoted, which is not good Doing things all day thinking about stealing, **** and playing tricks, the newcomer, get lost and squat on the ground to pick up dead leaves!

Although Qi Yihang and the others are not afraid of these processors, considering that it is best not to offend npcs in the game, and they also have a way to deal with the work - Qi Yihang's skills.

In a game where the spirit value cannot be recovered actively, it is not a good choice to use the skills that consume the spirit value to complete the task, but Qi Yifang does not want to cause too much trouble, their main purpose is to save the little witch, so in the end he Then he took the other two people and walked away in humiliation.

But now the situation has changed significantly.

The moment the tall and burly Tang Erda stepped into the queue, the old workers who noticed that he was a new worker began to beep impatiently again:

"Why are you newcomers so ignorant?! Ah?! You insist on snatching the instruments of us old people! What should you do!"

"That's right, I don't understand that those of you who just want to be lazy and use machines at work, if you don't train, you will soon be able to do nothing and will be demoted. We are all for your good."

Tang Er took a heavy look at these processors who hated him.

He didn't speak directly, but Tang Erda was tall, with long and strong limbs, and the original large protective clothing was worn on him like a sportswear jacket, so he was not easy to mess with, and the condescending look was extremely condescending. There is a sense of oppression.

The processing workers were silenced by him for a moment, they didn't speak loudly, they only dared to whisper.

But seeing that Tang Erda was about to line up to use equipment, an old processing worker directly joined Tang Erda's team, and looked back at Tang Erda provocatively, and then clapped his hands to let Tang Erda stand in the queue. Those who hit the back will also jump in line.

This person is obviously going to give Tang Er his power, and prevent Tang Er from using the instrument to beat this newcomer.

The newcomers can use the instruments, so wouldn't they work more efficiently? !

Originally, the elimination rate of the processing workers in the rose factory was high. It would be even more difficult for these old processing workers to be promoted to factory workers without running on these newcomers!

Let the newcomers know the unspoken rules, use these unspoken rules to squeeze the living space of the newcomers, squeeze the fruits of their labor, and facilitate their own promotion-this is the conventional thinking of all veteran processing workers.

Although being enthusiastic about this kind of thinking and practice is no less than cutting off the life of new processing workers and sending them to death, the old processing workers don't care about this.

They even hope that as many new processing workers die as possible, so that no one can take their positions and make them laid off.

Qi Yifang also encountered this kind of predicament and left as a last resort—they haven't figured out the specific routine of this third-level game yet, and offending a large number of NPCs rashly is not a good choice.

But Tang Erda is not afraid of offending npcs.

His strength is enough to let him mess around in the third-level game, even if it is because of this incident that Tang Erda has attracted hatred, all the processing workers in the entire rose factory chased and killed Tang Erda after turning into monsters However, Tang Erda was also sure that the processing worker who had turned into a monster would die in the end, not him.

So Tang Erda moved the sack containing the roses to his left hand, swiped his right hand straight and indifferently, and suddenly a silver gun appeared in his hand.

The heavy gun fell down, and Tang Erda lightly hooked it on his index finger and then held it up. The gun pointed at the back of the head of the old employee who jumped in front of him.

"I don't mind killing people before work." His tone was calm and indifferent, "My previous job was to kill people who turned bad. Do you think you are bad enough now?"

The old processing worker in front, who was originally proud, shook like a dustpan when he heard the sound of the gun being loaded behind him. His face was pale, and he moved away with gritted teeth.

Carrying the sack, Tang Erda stepped forward as if nothing had happened, poured the roses into the instrument to sift, then got the sifted roses and put them in the sack, he put the gun on his waist Finally, he put the sack on his shoulder with one hand and walked out.

The old processing workers who had blocked Tang Er just now gave way to him with a disheveled face.

"What's wrong with these new batch of processors!" The processor who was pointed at by Tang Erda just now started cursing after confirming that Tang Erda's back had completely disappeared before his eyes, "Either they are with We grab the instruments, or we just don’t know how to finish the work in a short time, and there are two that have not yet started screening!"

"It's almost noon, and I don't know where I went. If I don't dry it quickly, I won't be able to hand over the roses with a qualified weight when I weigh them tomorrow." The processor gloated again, " These two processors are estimated to be directly downgraded to flower pickers."

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Interior of an abandoned factory.

Bai Liu stood on a rusty shipping container, surrounded by a group of refugees who had regained their sanity.

The refugees who had just been awakened by Bai Liu's perfume sat obediently on the dirty ground around the container. The fiery eyes that saw the last glimmer of hope.

"I believe you all know Mr. Bai Liu." There was another refugee standing on the container, the one who took the lead last night. Introducing Bai Liu, "The rose perfume everyone got this time was earned by Mr. Bai Liu working in the factory, and then distributed to us for free!"

These words caused a small-scale commotion among the refugees, and the commotion quickly stopped when the refugee who spoke pressed his hands down.

"Okay, okay, everyone, please don't get excited for now, Mr. Bailiu will bring us more good news." Bai Liu, "Now, Bai Liu, please come and say a few words for us now!"

Bai Liu stepped forward calmly, his voice was not loud, but the people below were surprisingly quiet in order to hear what he said, on the contrary, it seemed that Bai Liu's voice echoed clearly and powerfully in this empty and dilapidated factory.

"From the bottom of my heart, I want to help you for free." Bai Liu took out a new bottle of perfume from his pocket. The refugees are too limited, and I am just a low-level processing worker in the factory, receiving my salary on time every day."

"Now I can earn up to 3 bottles of low-grade perfume a day, and a bottle of low-grade perfume can last for four hours at most. If this continues, I will not be able to help you for a long time.”

What Bai Liu said dimmed the eyes of the refugees under the container.

But they didn't accuse Bai Liu of why he didn't continue to help them.

After a long period of torment, a character like Bai Liu, who appeared like a god, gave them completely selfless help. Even if this kind of help is only short-term, it can restore them to their human form and linger on for a while. Don't be immersed in it. They are also grateful for the pain of being ruled by rose water and the itching of the endless tentacles on the bones.

They haven't maintained their human form for so long that they can't tell whether they are humans or monsters. Trance.

"But as long as you are willing to help me, my help to you can be extended indefinitely." Bai Liu changed the topic, and the refugees who lowered their heads raised their heads neatly with a "swish", watching nervously and longingly. with him.

Bai Liu continued unhurriedly: "My strength alone is limited, but if you can help me, let me complete more work in the factory, get more perfume, and distribute it to More refugees, let more refugees get help Awakened, I promise that every bottle of perfume that you help me produce will be used to help more refugees, let them join our team, until I become the factory manager .”

"The day I got the rose perfume formula and became the director of the factory." Bai Liu said solemnly, "I promise that every bottle of rose perfume produced in the factory will be free for everyone, and it will always be free."

This is obviously a very tempting proposition.

The refugees below couldn't help swallowing their saliva, but joy and fear coexisted on their faces—this promise was too familiar to them.

When the rose perfume was flooded back then, those manufacturers also used such a sweet banner to lure them into the bait, but now?

The manufacturers who said they would distribute rose perfume to them for free wished they could sell a bottle of perfume for a sky-high price!

They looked at the peaceful white willow on the container with suspicion, fear, uneasiness, and tearful eyes, as if they were looking at the last straw in a dark swamp. They didn't know whether this person was lying to them, or Leading them into a bigger, deeper, more inextricable quagmire.

But what's the use? They had no choice but to believe that Bai Liu would be a good factory manager.

When rose water is accepted and abused by them unconsciously, the ending is already doomed, and they can only choose to accept this ending, or use death to escape from this ending.

After a long time, someone gently and carefully raised his trembling hand, which was withered to the bone, and asked in a very low voice: "...Mr. Bailiu, can you really be a good factory director? "

The woman who asked the question was a woman with half of her body rotten. Only her forehead was withered, and she was holding a baby with withered feet in her arms, who looked only a few months old.

The little baby was dying and curled up in her arms, sucking the thumb that was about to wither and not wither. In the pure and round black eyes were two old and withered roses that did not match the baby's age at all. flower.

With eyes full of roses that were about to wither, she looked at Bai Liu with tears in her eyes without blinking, her voice choked up: "... If you become the factory director, you will always be a person who is willing to help us Are you kind?"

"No." Bai Liu replied very bluntly, "There is a high probability that I won't. I'm just saying this now to trick you into working for me, just like the factory manager who promoted rose perfume before."

After a moment of silence, Bai Liu's words fell into the astonished eyes of the refugees below, like a drop of water dripping into a frying pan, causing the frying pan to explode.

The refugees clenched their fists and stood up. Their chests heaved violently, and they stared at Bai Liu viciously. The eyes that originally had a faint hope became angry and lifeless, and some people drooped their heads numbly. , it seems that this ending has already been expected.

The young mother who just asked Bai Liu put down her hands weakly. She covered her face and began to cry softly, seeming to be chanting the child's name.

But none of them rushed up to attack Bai Liu.

——Because even if Bai Liu spread out her evil intentions so bluntly, Bai Liu was their last hope just like despair.

As long as they can temporarily avoid the addiction of rose perfume tarsus, the helpless refugees can only be coerced by those who control the source, and forced to descend into a deeper hell.

Bai Liu's eyes swept across the faces of the refugees below who were showing various emotions because of his words.

He could have used the reason just now to deceive these desperate refugees.

Look, even if he tells them now that he's lying to them, they'll just go along with him and work for him for free, just for a vain scent.

As long as perfume exists, this vicious circle must exist. When ordinary people start to hope that "a good man will be the factory manager" to make everyone happy, this in itself means that there is no way to restrain other things. Evil——

——If morality is used to restrict interests, it will only make interests appear in the form of morality.

But Bai Liu doesn't like perfume, he likes money, this kind of world is meaningless to him, no matter how much perfume he gets from these refugees, it's just a symbol of a condescending sense of superiority on the spiritual level.

Bai Liu has no feeling for this [sense of superiority].

He prefers the world where coins circulate as hard currency, so he wants to end the existence of this world.

"You can't hope that I'm a good person, I'm not a particularly good person, or at that time, as long as rose perfume exists, no one who is the director of the factory will be a good person."

Bai Liu looked at the refugees below calmly, and her tone was as flat as ever, "But if I say, let me become the factory manager, I can make the rose perfume disappear, so that you will not continue to wither , would you like to help me?"

The refugees under the stage raised their heads slowly and unbelievably, and Bai Liu's expressionless face was reflected in the eyes implanted with roses.

"You help me become the director of the factory, and I will help you end your withering fate." Bai Liu said, "This is not some free help, but an equivalent transaction. Will you do it?"

The young mother was the first to stand up with tears in her eyes. She held up the child and asked incoherently: "Really?! Mr. Bailiu, you really have the means to end us and my child's withering?!"

Bai Liu smiled, the sixth petal of the rose in his right eye was in full bloom, and the crack on the edge of the eye socket was deep enough to show the bone: "If I can't do it, I will wither too."

"I gave you most of the perfume I got, and you can supervise me to keep doing this, but if I can't find a way to relieve it, I will be the first to wither, so are you willing to believe me? "

A brief, needle-dropping silence.

The mother hugged the child tightly, lowered her head, and cried out with trembling lips: "Thank you, thank you!!"

There was an inexplicably excited noise in the abandoned factory.

The refugees raised the white willows on the container and threw them upwards. The roses in their eyes were like a fire that was about to be extinguished, burning weakly and firmly.