I Became a God in a Horror Game: 200, rose factory (day +106)

In the end, Tang Erda still didn't pull the trigger.

The factory worker told him that this is the only way for him to be promoted to a factory worker and then a perfumer, and it is the core instrument for the operation of the entire rose factory.

Tang Erda has reason to believe that this miraculous heart is also related to the main task of this game - [Become the factory director].

When he saw this heart, he had an uncontrollable killing intent, as if being induced from the bottom of his heart. This is not normal, it is a bit like something is intentionally making him want to kill Generally, it makes him a little uncomfortable.

And this heart, what if it's not a monster in his judgment, but just a tainted heart of an innocent?

It's not that Tang Erda has encountered this kind of thing before, so he thought for a moment, controlled the sudden killing intent in his heart, calmly put down the gun, and determined to find out the source of the game's pollution before making a decision.

Under the guidance of the factory workers, Tang Erda took a bottle of rose liquid, walked up the stairs and dumped it down. Ready to pull down - the movement Bai Liu made before left a lot of shadow on him.

The original perfume dripped down by Tang Erda only had a layer of faint rose red.

While the factory workers and guards waiting for the results were disappointed, they also breathed a sigh of relief-but this is not a bad result.

It's just too different from the previous inspected processor.

"You don't have much talent, but it's not hopeless to be promoted to a factory worker, because the May Rose Festival is coming, and we are short of factory workers." To him, "You need to pass another fragrance test. If you confirm that you have a certain basic talent, you can become a regular."

Tang Er frowned: "What paper test?"

At the same time, in the factory worker's office on the third floor.

Bai Liu raised his eyes and looked at the director of the factory behind the desk: "What do you mean by the fragrance test paper?"

The director of the factory replied: "In order to further confirm that your talent is enough to be specially upgraded to become a perfumer's test, the main reason is that we dare not take the risk again with the instrument. Although the test paper review is not accurate enough The instrument is so high, but a rough range can be determined."

"However, judging from your destructive power to the instrument, you are very likely to damage the test paper during the test."

The director of the factory crossed his hands and fingers on the table. He looked straight at Bai Liu and tapped the application form on the table with his fingers: "Although the fragrance test paper is a non-renewable precious resource for any perfumer. , but your talent is really as remarkable as this application, so it is worth the risk of losing a test paper to carry out another test."

A scent test paper?

This strange quantifier made Bai Liu raise his eyebrows.

Bai Liu has seen perfume test paper in the perfume counters of some shopping malls. In his impression, the test paper is a kind of cardboard paper similar to ph test paper. It has good water absorption and can absorb perfume better. , and keep the fragrance on it for a long time.

Put a piece of perfume-stained paper about ten centimeters in front of the tip of the nose and fan it to smell the pure perfume or spices better. Common equipment.

But no matter what, the quantifier of this kind of test paper should also be "piece" or "sheet" instead of "piece".

Bai Liu didn't ask back, but waited for the factory director to continue.

"Next, if you are in good health, then we will continue to carry out the inspection." The director of the factory nodded to the factory worker who had led Bai Liu to carry out the instrument inspection before, and then turned to look at Bai Liu, "I will Let this person take you to the lower level, which is the place where the test paper and rose death row prisoners are held for the test of the test paper."

After speaking, the director handed the factory worker a bunch of keys and said, "Take him down to have a look."

Bai Liu, the prisoner on death row, knew what was going on.

He was popularized by the group of refugees before. If the prisoners who committed the death penalty regulations related to dry leaf roses are willing to take over and accept these prisoners' right to survive in exchange for some kind of labor, then these prisoners will It can be converted to life imprisonment, and the rose factory has full power to take over the right to life and the right to use life of these people.

But imprisoning the test paper... and the quantifier unit of "one"...

There was an unpleasant feeling in Bai Liu's heart. He thought of an idea he didn't like very much, and the game designer's stubborn malice aimed at him from the beginning to the end, which made the smile on Bai Liu's face lighten. Went a lot.

The factory workers led Bai Liu down, and they walked through the long corridor they had walked through before, before arriving at the corridor of the dormitory, they turned at a very dark corner.

There is a wooden door that smells completely different from the smell of the whole rose factory. It is not fragrant at all, but has a particularly foul smell.

The factory worker took out a bunch of keys, picked one out and inserted it into the wooden door. The wooden door creaked and slowly opened inwards. biogas.

The wooden door is facing a downward staircase that is submerged in the bottomless darkness. The stone walls on both sides of the staircase are extremely narrow. The lighting effect of Bai Liu is lackluster, and Bai Liu can't see it at most a dozen meters away.

It seemed that this situation had been expected, the factory worker brought a flashlight when he came down, and led Bai Liu down with the light on.

While walking, the factory worker began to give Bailiu science: "This is the first floor of the factory. Only senior factory workers and perfumers are eligible to enter here."

Bai Liu reckoned that he had walked down for about twenty meters before reaching the bottom. He looked up and saw a place with a structure very close to a prison.

There is a not-so-spacious path in the middle of the wet and drowsy ground. On the left and right are iron fences similar to cages, which are embedded in the wall one by one, sticking to each other and extending inward. commit.

The reason why Bai Liu described them this way was because they were like those refugees Bai Liu saw in the rose field, they couldn't see their human form anymore.

These condemned prisoners made some muffled noises, as if they wanted to reach out their hands to catch Bai Liu and the factory worker walking through the middle aisle, but they were too weak to move at all. They watched the factory worker take Bai Liu After walking by, he lay on the ground and struggled weakly for a few times, only to let out a mournful, desperate roar.

This roar even made Bai Liu feel that they were not reaching out to ask for help, but to ask them to give him a good time.

There are still some who are already dead, lying on the ground with their eyes open and their mouths open, rotten to the point where only the minced meat of hatching maggots remain, and there are sounds of flies flying around on their bodies. Maggots hatched from the corpse.

The strange thing is that most of the dead bodies here, if they still have the structure to see the facial expressions, then most of these corpses have a satisfied smile on their faces.

As if being alive is an extremely painful and tormenting thing for them, they seem to have waited for too long for this moment of death, and finally they finally waited for such happiness.

Bai Liu's eyes slowly passed over the death row prisoners who committed the crime of rose one by one, as if trying to read something from their expressions.

The factory workers seemed to have noticed Bai Liu's gaze, and couldn't help but tilt their heads to explain a few words: "The factory has no hobby of torturing these condemned prisoners. After the factory takes over these condemned prisoners, we will perfume them almost every day to keep them alive. Go down—this is better than most flower pickers."

"Oh, is that so?" Bai Liu asked indifferently unmoved, "Speaking of which, you are philanthropists. If you give these criminals perfume for free, why don't you ask them if they want to die or want to die?" Taken over by you?"

The factory worker was stalked by Bai Liu in such a non-salty way, and he didn't make a sound.

The rose factory is definitely not a factory that wastes perfume to do good deeds. They did not take over all the death row prisoners, but took over some of them. Some of the qualities of the death row inmates that the Rose Factory took over should work in favor of this factory.

At the beginning, Bai Liu didn't know what this "profit" was - after all, no matter from which point of view, spending perfume to support some people with low labor force was not a shrewd business.

But now he finally understands what this "profit" is.

The factory worker was silent for a while, sighed, and said awkwardly: "...these death row prisoners are specially selected by the factory, and they are resistant to rose perfume."

"...Even if these people are corrupted by perfume, they will not easily show signs of addiction to perfume. Most of the reason why they were arrested for crimes was to develop an antidote to rose water.”

The factory worker was silent for a while, and then said again: "When most people have succumbed to the addiction of rose perfume, it is difficult for us to detect it with ordinary perfume test paper except for instruments. The concentration and long-lasting power of a rose perfume.”

"Because perfumers are highly addicted people, it is difficult to identify a perfume by their own reaction to perfume. Most perfumers use high-concentration rose perfume day and night. Already numb to the aroma."

"But you have also seen that the instrument is very precious, we cannot use the instrument to detect perfume at any time."

"At this time, we need people who can resist rose perfume and are more sensitive to it as experimental subjects, and infer the efficacy of this perfume through the painful reactions of these people-we call this kind of people the test Fragrant paper."

As the factory worker said, he led Bai Liu to go deeper inside: "What you saw just now were all the fragrance test papers that were about to be scrapped. This time, but this time I led you through a special passage, and the scent test paper you used is one of the oldest scent test papers in our factory."

Speaking, the factory worker sighed: "These old-fashioned fragrance test papers are almost dead. Yesterday, it was said that for the May Rose Festival, a perfumer tried a bottle of premium perfume, and it was scrapped again. I bought one, and it has been transferred to the low-level peripheral area, but the one you used this time is the highest quality fragrance test paper in our factory, he looks good, and his rejection reaction to rose perfume is also very stable."

Speaking of this, the factory worker couldn't help sighing: "I've never seen a person who rejects rose perfume so steadily, they are already in such pain, and they still never change their rejection of rose perfume. Admire."

"May Rose Festival has already tested several bottles of premium perfume on him. Although his body has been poisoned to a certain extent, his organs have failed, and he has weakened a lot, but the rejection reaction has not changed for ten years. .”

"I wonder if this kind of person is really human, and he is too stubborn."

Bai Liu didn't say a word, he looked at the condemned prisoners around him, his eyes became darker and darker, and finally said softly: "I think too, it's too stubborn."

The factory worker didn't hear what Bai Liu said, so he turned around and asked him, "What did you say?"

Bai Liu didn't answer him this time.

The factory worker led him to continue walking in. As the tunnel became darker and darker, the cages on the left and right sides of the tunnel became bigger and bigger, and the living facilities inside became more and more complete, and it became more and more like a temporary life for a person. s room.

Finally, the factory workers stopped beside a separate cage, which was larger and the bed was placed in the innermost. There is a black silhouette of a human figure with a stooped body.

Compared to other cages, this cage is much neater. There are still two old and yellowed clothes hanging on the fence, and some books, paper and pens, and a few scattered cigarette cases are neatly placed on the table inside. , the cigarette case is empty.

The factory worker who led Bai Liu here looked at the cage that was so clean that it didn't look like a dungeon with a complicated expression: "...he cleaned it himself again...it really doesn't look like a person who has been tested for so long Humans can still maintain this kind of sanity.”

"This is the test paper you tested today." The factory worker took out the key and inserted it into the lock.

At the same time, in another tunnel across the wall, another factory worker led Tang Erda in, chattering and proudly explaining to him the dungeon of the Rose Factory.

Tang Erda looked at the death row prisoners in the cage, his brows furrowed enough to kill a fly - he subconsciously pulled out his gun the moment he saw these death row prisoners who looked like rose refugees, but soon, He realized the difference between these condemned prisoners and the rose refugees.

But this difference made him frown even more.

——Although these guys have been eroded and polluted by perfume to such an extent, they are all sober. They are working hard to fight against the rose perfume that erodes their consciousness.

The factory worker walked in front of Tang Erda, knocked on the iron door of a cage, and said enviously: "You are lucky, this is an old-fashioned fragrance paper that is about to be scrapped. A bottle of premium perfume from a senior perfumer was scrapped, and now it looks half-dead, so it can be used to test you."

Tang Er turned his head and looked into the gloomy and dark cage.

There is no light in the dungeon, and the visibility is extremely low. He can only roughly see a human-shaped black figure leaning against the wall. The man's body was filled with air, causing the factory worker to wave the air at the tip of his nose in disgust.

Only one arm and half of the face of this person, or this piece of fragrance test paper, are sticking out of the shadows, exposed in the faint light, and they can probably be seen, so Tang Erda looked up at the opponent's hand and face. Face.

Hands are almost all chapped and cracked, pitch-black, blood-like lines have spread from the tiger's mouth to the elbows, and the exposed half of the face is completely unrecognizable, peeled and bloody, the light-colored eyes are loose, and there is no focus at all. Those who didn't looked at Tang Erda outside the fence.

For a moment, an unspeakable fear surged into Tang Erda's heart - this half face, this half **** face, he seemed to have seen in some nightmare world line, this Tang Erda's hand holding the gun trembled uncontrollably and convulsively.

Tang Erda's chest was still rising and falling violently, but his breathing almost stopped, as if he was frozen, he stood there motionless, staring straight at this face.

□□ slipped from his palm, turned into light spots and fell to the ground.

But the factory worker didn't notice Tang Er's abnormality, so he inserted the key into the revolving hole.

The dusty and rusty door opened slowly in front of Bai Liu and Tang Erda at the same time.

The factory worker moved out of the way so that Bai Liu behind him could see the scene inside the cage, and handed him the flashlight in his hand, tilting his head to signal Bai Liu to go in, while he waited outside, and explained: "The smell of roses on us is too strong, and it will interfere with the scent paper to a certain extent. Generally, it is enough for one person to go in."

"After entering, this fragrance test paper will teach you how to test your talent. He is very skilled and has a good temper. He will not attack you." The factory worker thought for a while and added, " Although this fragrance test paper sometimes says some strange things to the people who come to test it, it is generally very cooperative."

Bai Liu nodded to indicate that he understood. He calmly took the flashlight handed to him by the factory worker, adjusted it to the maximum brightness, and walked into the cage step by step.

As Bai Liu walked in, the beam of the flashlight slowly approached the bed from the ground. In the pale halo, first an old leather shoe that Bai Liu looked familiar appeared, and then a pair of uniform pants that were washed white. Scanning upwards, one can see a person sitting on the edge of the bed with his head down, holding an unlit cigarette butt.

The face and arms of this person have been completely deformed, the joints of the fingers are exposed, the bones are covered with tentacles, the sound of breathing is so subtle that it is almost non-existent, the face is pale, and the eyes are protruding. The sides of his cheeks were sunken, as if he hadn't eaten meat for decades, and he was so thin that only a skeleton remained.

Bai Liu had never seen him like this when they were living the most miserable time.

Even if this person gave up a lot of food to Bai Liu when he was in the orphanage, he was never so hungry that he haggarded like this.

There is only one pair of eyes, which are still gentle and firm, and not a single rose has grown inside.

Bai Liu finally spoke. He pointed the flashlight at the man's head, without any ups and downs in his tone: "Lu Yizhan, you finally have no money to buy cigarettes, right?"

The man finally raised his head. He looked at Liu Jiayi standing in front of him in astonishment. Say to yourself: "Ah, did I just see hallucinations again?"

"This time it's Bai Liu's voice and that little girl Liu Jiayi—wow, this Liu Jiayi's expression really looks like Bai Liu." As he spoke, Lu Yizhan reluctantly moved his hands to the side of the bed, curiously He took a closer look at Bai Liu who had no emotion on his face.

Bai Liu looked at him expressionlessly.

Then Lu Yizhan suddenly bent the corners of his eyes and smiled softly, and stretched out his bone-covered hand to Bai Liu: "But even if it's an illusion, I'm still quite happy."

"Because even in the world of illusion, we haven't seen each other for a long time, Bai Liu."