Rose Factory

In the room, whose color sheen was close to a dark red, the cold water pipes came from all sides and clustered in the center like twisted, hideous, coiled snakes, which wrapped around some of the wooden, diminutive, beam-like support structures at the top of the room and plunged downward into the center of the room.

In the center of the room stood a huge, once-seen-by-Bai Liu glass, copper-and-iron clad display case filled with an unknown viscous liquid.

That was the display case he had used to hold Taville when he first met him in the museum in the town of Siren, and in this moment, in the game called Rose Factory, that same display case no longer held the beautifully rotting mermaid, but a bright red, beating heart.

Ice-cold metal tubes of cold water were drilled through small openings in the top of the display case and attached to the heart's aorta, pulmonary artery, pulmonary vein, aortic vein, and the openings of the superior and inferior vena cava, which were then secured to the walls of the blood vessels with some kind of staple-like device.

The pipes were transformed into steel veins, the "veins" were gushing with some kind of rose-scented pink liquid, like the color of blood after carbon monoxide poisoning, and the heart, which was as bright as a branding iron, was supported by the hard veins and suspended in the center of the display case, beating one by one, in a regular and peaceful way.

--It was the heart of Bai Liu's long-lost friend, the monster called Taville, who had been given the name of an evil god.

Bai Liu's fuzzy memories cleared for a moment in front of this bright red heart.

He remembered that when he was still Bai Liu, and had just met Sheta not long ago, with a mischievous smile, he leaned over the front table of the church, and pointed out Sheta's heart, and asked Sheta in a nasty way--[You said you are a monster that won't die, what if someone, such as me, intentionally ripped out your heart, would you die? would die?

And Sheta answered him without a ripple-[No, my heart will beat in your hand.]

He never lied to Bai Liu that Taville would not die, only that the place where his heart beats is no longer in the palm of Bai Liu's hand, but in a game of roses and destruction.

Taville's heart is like the thorns that disappear from a dried leafy rose, appearing suddenly at the moment Bai Liu is nowhere to be found, stabbing the heart of the man who once claimed to have pulled it out with his own hands.

The factory worker who had led Bai Liu here led the unresponsive Bai Liu forward by the hand and led him to a wooden step behind the heart display case.

Bai Liu stands on the first rung of the ladder and reaches out to reach the openings where the pipes reach into the display cases.

Factory worker explained to him the next step: "To respect the instrument, careful use, do not touch those pipes above, which are extracted and distilled perfume liquid, or boiling hot, to go through the heart cycle to become a perfumer can use the raw material, but this raw material is not very strong, and the difference between the low level of perfume is still far away, to be equipped with a gifted perfumer will become stronger fragrance. It is only through the configuration of a perfumer with talent that the fragrance will become held stronger."

"Next we will give you an original perfume liquid that has not been circulated for you to drop in this glass cabinet, if the original liquid has a certain degree of discoloration, that means you possess the talent to use this instrument, the darker the color, the stronger your perfumer's talent will be." The factory worker looks to Bai Liu, "If it is determined that you possess the talent, you will be promoted to factory worker."

The factory worker placed a vial of the original perfume in Bai Liu's hand, carefully pushed aside the clustered tubes to reveal a very small opening, and gently nudged him, "Now go try it."

Bai Liu held the original perfume in his palm, and looked at the heart with his eyes downcast, without any emotion in his eyes.

The heart pounded under his eyes as if it were still in Sheta's chest.

The factory worker looked at the motionless Bai Liu suspiciously, "Processor number 70365, why aren't you down yet?"

I don t know if it was his illusion, he always felt that this processor who had always been calm seemed to start ...... getting angry the moment he saw this instrument.

Although there was no change in his expression, his aura suddenly became terrifying.

It was clearly a little girl's appearance, but it kept him, an adult, from prodding him in a loud whisper and only dared to politely remind him - if it were usual for someone to ink like that during testing, he would have cracked up long ago.

Instruments are valuable and should not be exposed for long periods of time as this will contaminate them.

Bai Liu stepped forward at this factory worker's urging, raised his hand flat with an expressionless face, then turned his hand and dripped the original liquid down through that opening.

A drop of the rosy-red original liquid landed in the glass case, and as it cleansed the surface of that viscous liquid in layers of ripples, the rosy-red color turned deeper and widened.

The factory worker's eyes widened in shock, and he looked at Bai Liu in a stupefied, unbelieving manner.

But that's just a prelude to change.

Soon, a wind that did not know where it came from swept through this confined space, and the drops of the original liquid that dripped down the display cabinet were like extremely dark pigment, which began to spread and thicken with a bizarre pigment curvature, gradually becoming darker layer by layer.

The liquid went from a near-pink rosy color, spreading outward into a deep rosy red, then into a lighter red, and finally, by the time the original liquid had spread to the heart, it had turned into the proper red color of a ripe rose.

Meanwhile, as the color in the glass case thickened, the heart began to beat faster, accelerating the rate at which the liquid was pumped out.

Fixed to the wall of the pipe began to withstand the pressure pumped out by the heart, the pipe joints began to ooze "blood" shaking, it seems that soon will fall off, thick glass with the color red, "crack", cracks appeared.

The factory worker panicked and called out to the employee who was guarding this instrument, who was also experiencing this situation for the first time, and the person was a bit confused.

This could all be thickened metal pipes and bulletproof glass!

"Drain the water for the tank!" The employee yelled, jerking down the gate at hand.

At once the lid under the glass cabinet opened, while a spout in the ground floor opened, and the reddish-stained liquid inside poured out cleanly, and almost at the same time this outside case was lifted and pulled away, and a newer and sturdier case rose from below, filled with the liquid, and once more levitated the heart.

Bai Liu was carried away by the factory workers to the next room while the water was being changed. This kind of liquid changing scene does not allow too many people to be present in order to avoid contamination.

Just as the factory worker was scared by what had just happened, he inadvertently caught Bai Liu smiling.

--it was a good kind of response from that living-dead heart instrument that gave him the creepy, devilish smile of satisfaction.

The smile was particularly chilling on the childish face of a gray-eyed, blind little girl.

He didn't even dare to ask the little girl what she was smiling about, but just recalled what he had just seen and vaguely judged that this factory had welcomed the most talented perfumer ever.

That color, it's already a color only found in extraordinarily fine perfumes.

This factory worker gulped nervously, and with a trembling hand, still stained with the original liquid, he put pen to paper and wrote a letter of application in the little room beside this apparatus--the

--Dear superiors and perfumers, one of the three processors selected today to test the talents of perfumers has caused a very serious accident, during the test she accidentally cracked the glass cabinet that holds the instrument, which sounds like an unforgivable thing that must be punished with death! ......]

[...... But allow me to argue in favor of this processor that this is indeed an extenuating circumstance, and I hereby write a petition requesting that you not only not put her to death, but specially promote her to perfumer ......]

[...... This test, the instrument gave a red color that I have never seen before, a ruby, blood-like, deep and beautiful red, and if I am not jumping to conjectures, then this processor, who inadvertently made a few mistakes, will be the most gifted perfumer we have ever had at the Rose Factory from its founding to the present time.]

[We are well aware of how unfortunate perfumers are in this world, how close to death is a profession, selected by the organs of the dead, producing the output to create the perfume of death, and ultimately going to hell in a death-filled aroma.]

[This processor is the person with the most death in her, bar none, that I have ever seen, she was born for death and is a genius of the profession - obviously both the instrument and I think so, so far as that goes, I ask you to consider my offer with care.]

[The May Rose Festival is approaching, and we have never needed a perfumer who can produce an extraordinarily fine perfume more than we do now.]

After writing this application, the factory worker hurriedly took Bai Liu up to the office on the third floor to start the formalities related to the conversion of processors to factory workers.

At the same time, another plant worker enters the once-again-organized instrument holding room with Tang Er, who has already changed into sterilized protective clothing.

Tang Er frowned as he stared at the room - he recognized the incongruity of the room's construction as much as Bai Liu did.

The room within this game looks exactly the same as the room numbered [0001] in the Dangerous Heresy Handling Bureau, an artificially constructed organization.

His gaze swept across the entire dark red, cooling pipe-covered instrument display room, finally settling on a singular, disembodied heart in the center of the room, resting in an immense glass display case, linked to these cooling pipes - a heart that was still beating.

Tang Er Fight possessed years of experience in dealing with dangerous heretics, as well as memories of clearing countless games, but he had never seen such a strange heretic, or monster, either in reality or in a game.

It was as if by allowing this heart to beat for just one more second, his heart rate would be compelled to gradually beat in unison with this evil heart.

Years of experience in dealing with these evil heretics had allowed Tang Er Ta to develop an extremely sharp intuition, as he looked at the continuously beating heart, his brows wrinkled deeper and deeper, his hand reached behind him, and the tiny dots of light that had converged coalesced into a silver-colored pistol in the center of Tang Er Ta's hand.

The muzzle of the gun was aimed at that heart at an unseen angle.