Chapter 174: Rose Factory

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The sky is turning dark.

The bruised and battered Liu Jiayi and Bai Liu lay beside the field of flowers, they had been back for a while and were now recuperating - the battle with those stragglers during the day had nearly sent the stamina slots of the emptied Liu Jiayi and the weakened Bai Liu packing.

But they both eventually managed to run back.

Upon his return, Bai Liu found two new, larger burlap pockets on the edge of the flower field, presumably from the processor who had come by and given them sacks of roses for tonight's picking.

Liu Jiayi was still lying next to Bai Liu, panting, "I have about one to two hours left to recover my stamina, so should we wait? Or do we go down to the field to pick roses to attract the stragglers?"

"That scheme of yours to utilize the other four would require a large number of stragglers, wouldn't it?" Liu Jiayi sat up propped up on the ground, her arms spread back behind her neck and twisted her shoulders, shaking her hands in a warm-up motion.

She squinted at Bai Liu, who was sitting next to him, "Although I think this program is very dangerous and easy to overturn, you won't change it, right?"

Bai Liu rolled his eyes and looked at Liu Jiayi sitting next to him : "No."

Liu Jiayi, extremely sophisticated, sighed long and worriedly, like a little old lady worrying about the future of her unprofitable laid-off son, propped up her forehead and turned her head to Bai Liu:

"I occasionally wish that you, as an adult in your twenties, would know better than to keep thinking about betting on a winning beatdown and take some of the paths that normal small-time players take."

"But it's still too early to talk about this with you as a C-rank panel player, wait till you grow up a bit more, you can still rely on me now anyway, you can rely on yourself later when you grow up (meaning when your panel gets higher)."

Liu Jiayi looked at Bai Liu helplessly, shook his head.

Bai Liu: "......"

"So?" Liu Jiayi asked, "The plan scenario you gave me was to use the stragglers to attract the other four players over, right, so how are you going to attract the stragglers if you don't pick roses?"

Bai Liu slowly pulls a bottle of perfume out of his pocket.

Liu Jiayi stared straight at the perfume for a while, then shifted his eyes to Bai Liu's face expressionlessly, "This is our last bottle of perfume, if you waste my hard-earned perfume from last night's work to use it as bait, I'll kill you."

Bai Liu: "......"

Bai Liu tried to open the cap of the perfume.

Liu Jiayi smiled sweetly and held up the poison, "I'm not kidding you Oh Bai Liu brother, this is something I earned from my first part-time job, you'd better not mess it up for me - you've already messed up a bottle during the day today."

Bai Liu: "......"

This little girl is really angry ...... although he does seem to be quite owed and messed up during the day today ......

Thinking about what happened later today during the day, Bai Liu's eyes wandered for a moment, "But perfume is indeed the fastest way to attract stragglers ......"

"If you knew you were going to use it at night, then you shouldn't have used it during the day." Liu Jiayi couldn't stand it any longer, "Give me a little bit to cherish the fruits of both of our labors! Don't always give me this kind of extreme card side game pass method!"

Bai Liu crouched his hands on his thighs, kneeling earnestly in an upright position, apologizing at light speed, "I'm sorry, my mind was preoccupied with maximizing profit and cost-effective perfume use, and I didn't take our survival rate into account, and that was wrong of me."

Eight-year-old Liu Jiayi wrathfully pointed at Bai Liu, who was apologizing on his knees, and scolded, "Are you a little child! Don't always follow your own nature!"

"Give me the survival rate as the first rule of the pass! How are you going to play in a league where survival rate is the criterion for victory!"

Liu Jiayi, as a nurse, scolded Bai Liu, the tactician, who has no calculations in his head except for points and heads.

"I'll take the survival rate into consideration next time." Bai Liu nodded, pretending he'd taken Liu Jiayi's words in before quickly changing the subject to the mission, "But for tonight, in order to maximize the dry leaf roses, let's just go with that for now, I'm turning on the perfume."

Bai Liu's hand was already on the perfume.

Liu Jiayi: "......"

It's so perfunctory that you don't feel the sincerity of your admission of fault at all!!!!

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The night is deepening.

Tang Er fights holding his gun alertly, looking around, ready to hunt.

His sack was casually tossed aside, containing only a few dried leaf roses, not many.

Tonight Tang Er hit only picked so many roses and stopped laboring because he had already figured out the rules of this game - the quest of picking roses doesn't allow players to actually pick them, but rather allows players to plunder the fruits of other people's labor through exiles.

And if last night's 40kg of roses, he still had the possibility of accomplishing it by picking them, tonight's 80kg made Tang Er fight dryly and give up doing such useless work, choosing to pick up his gun and hunt stragglers all night long.

But the strange thing is that at this point in time last night, a large number of stragglers had come over to attack him.

But to-night-- Tang Er struck up the ridge and looked out, and he saw not a straggler for the rest of the night, except for one that had come to attack him earlier in the day.

Tang Er hit to look at the sack that had been thrown aside by himself frowning deeply in thought - was it because he hadn't picked enough roses on his side tonight? So the bait wasn't as effective as last night?

But it's already this point, and the existence of dried leaf roses being picked off over here isn't so bad that not a single straggler can be attracted, is it?

In this kind of map scene where large swaths of similar, and also has a certain mental pollution effect, experienced players will not move easily, but the situation in front of him is clearly abnormal, if Tang Er fights this side and does not show up the stragglers, he will not be able to finish his mission tonight.

Having no choice but to move, Tang Er Fight decided to take the initiative and search for the stragglers who were stealing the roses.

At night the flower field fell into an eerie silence, Tang Er hit along the ridge in a certain direction, he saw a lot of flower pickers in the flower field with the same identity as him, dropping ah this black veil, bending down to pick flowers in silence.

These people move very quickly, through the black veil can be vaguely seen on the face and body of these flower pickers from time to time there are things "withered", along the veil cover slipped in the mud, they seem to have been numb to this situation, ignoring it and continue to pick quickly.

Some of the pickers were still trembling and working hard even when their picking hands had withered away to nothing but white bones, and these pickers, whose efficiency had declined with a fear visible to the naked eye on their faces, forced themselves to be more efficient in their picking, choking and coughing violently as they picked roses.

Even at this point, it's clear that their fear isn't so much of withering as it is of being sacked - in a world where not having a job is a thing worse than death.

Tang Er hit retracted his observing eyes as he gripped the gun at his side.

He couldn't remember how many times he had seen this brutal sight, so much so that seeing it again just brought out in him an impassive, almost cold-blooded indifference.

--or desperate powerlessness.

This is the world that has no way to be changed, once the Rose Dried Leaf Wa Si is popularized, there is no turning back, all the ordinary people who have been contaminated by the deception, will be turned into the sustenance of the Dried Leaf Rose, and spend their life savings and labor on it, and still be willing to do so.

The solid-colored full moon hung above the northern sky, the snow-colored moonlight shining pusillanimously in all directions in a kind of scattered light.

But this ambiguous, soothing light-white light ends abruptly at the edge of the flower field's divine color, dividing it into two distinct worlds - outside the flower field is a simple sketch of deep black without moonlight, while inside the flower field is like a reflective oil painting in the hues of dawn.

The deep red ripe roses, the dark blue cloudless sky, the light pink moist land, the workers covered with black veils working diligently in the intervals between the flower fields, the rose fragrance that lingers on the tip of everyone's nose and makes people float - everything is so harmonious and quiet and peaceful.

These sights are photographed in color and published on the Internet or in newspaper headlines to make a big splash, and the scene is enough of a paradise to lure countless millions of the public, even the truth about the evils of the Flower Fields will be buried.

Shaky, desperate civilians with glazed eyes looked on at this fabulous, unbelievable scene and watched as the paid media trumpeted the preciousness and rarity of roses, the beauty and irreplaceability of this place, so that the average person subconsciously accepted the high price of the perfume.

-- After all, it's easier to resent the Rose Factory, the only beautiful place left in the world, than it is to resent yourself for not being able to afford it and for being ugly and withered.

Yes, the rose is so rare, the dried rose leaves Wa Si utility is so good, it is natural to sell very expensive ah, can not afford to buy because they do not have the money and can not afford.

It's their fault, not Rose's. Rose is so beautiful and useful, how can it be wrong?

--All the information they see tells them so.

Finally, the people, in an agonizing trance, began to look to the rose that had pushed them into the abyss as their last salvation, forbidding everyone to open their mouths to tarnish the rose's preciousness, to erase its existence, and to make enemies of all those who denied it-because it was the last hope they thought they had.

This self-anesthetized process of extinction, Tang Er hit the first time to see the anger, then disappointment, then numbness, to now vaguely through the calm of madness.

A dark shadow flickers across the field of flowers, and Tang Er fights to see it keenly.

On the ground plane at the edge of the flower field, a bunch of small black dot-like stragglers were staggering towards a certain place in a swarm, the stragglers were like ants attracted by the sweet smell, no longer scattered like yesterday, but swarming in a fixed direction.

Tang Er fought a puzzled frown and followed closely.

Following the footsteps of these stragglers, after walking for some distance they saw a scene that gave people goosebumps - an open perfume placed in the center of a flower field, surrounded by stragglers who were densely packed with tentacles and hissing open white teeth.

But no matter how hard the stragglers tried, it was as if they were blocked by an invisible glass, unable to reach the perfume placed inside.

This scene instantly reminds Tang Er hit of a prop - [Magic Space]!

It was a trap made to lure them over!

Tang Er did not hesitate to draw his gun and shoot the perfume in the "glass window".

But the moment he drew his gun, Tang Er hit felt an indescribable constriction - it was as if the air to his left and right had condensed out of thin air, forming an impossibly narrow glass stack This caused his original smooth drawing motion to stall for a second or two.

[System Alert: Player Bai Liu extends (Magic Space) to trap Player Tang Er]