Rose Factory

In the end, Tang Er fights without pulling the trigger.

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

Tang Er Fight has reason to believe that this magical heart has something to do with the main quest of this game - [Become a Factory Manager] as well.

He had an uncontrollable, as if induced from the bottom of his heart, killing intent when he saw this heart, which was not normal, kind of like something was deliberately making him kill, which made him a little uncomfortable.

And this heart, what if it wasn't a monster, as he judged it to be, but merely the heart of a contaminated innocent?

This kind of thing Tang Er fight is not unheard of before, so he pondered for a moment, control the sudden killing intent in the bottom of his heart, calmly put down the gun, determined to find out the source of this game pollution before making a decision.

Tang Er Ta took a bottle of rose liquid under the guidance of the factory worker, walked up the steps and poured it down, the employee in charge of guarding the instrument next to him was looking at Tang Er Ta's hand nervously, with his hand on the sluice gate, ready to pull it down - he had been left with a big shadow by the commotion Bai Liu had made earlier.

Tang Er The original perfume that drips down only has a light rosy color.

The factory workers and watchmen waiting nearby for the results were disappointed and relieved at the same time - but it was not a bad result.

It's just so much different compared to the previous processor who inspected it.

"You don't have much talent, but it's not entirely hopeless to be promoted to Factory Worker since the May Rose Festival is coming up, and we're short on Factory Workers." The factory worker who led Tang Er hit in raised his head and looked over at him, "You need to go through another scent paper test, and if you are sure that you have some basic talent, you can be converted."

Tang Er frowned, "What scent paper test?"

Meanwhile, on the third floor, in the factory office.

Bai Liu looked up at the Director of Plant Engineering behind the desk, "What does the scent paper test mean?"

Factory director replied: "In order to be able to more closely confirm your talent enough to be upgraded to a perfumer's test, the main thing is that we do not dare to take the instrument to take risks again, the test paper audit although the accuracy is not as high as the instrument, but can also determine a general range."

"But judging from your destructive power over the instrument, you're likely to break the test scent paper while it's being tested."

The Director of Factory Workers folded his hands on the table with his fingers crossed, he looked squarely at Bai Liu, flexed his fingers and knocked on the desktop with that application, "Although the test paper is a non-renewable and precious resource for any perfumer, if your talent is really as remarkable as it is on this application, then it is worth risking the loss of a single test paper for us to conduct a re-test. "

A scent-testing paper?

The strange quantifier made Bai Liu raise an eyebrow.

Bai Liu has seen scent testing paper at perfume counters in some shopping malls, and he remembers it as a kind of cardboard sheet similar to ph test paper, which has good absorbency and can absorb perfume better and retain the scent on it for a long time.

Put a piece of perfume-stained test paper about ten centimeters in front of the tip of the nose, fan sniffing, you can better smell the pure perfume, or the smell of spices, in the perfumer's industry should be a common equipment.

But in any case, the measure of this test paper should be "piece" or "sheet", but "piece".

Bai Liu did not ask a question in return, but waited for the factory director to continue.

"Next, if you are physically unharmed, then we will proceed with the test." The Plant Director nodded toward the plant worker who had led Bai Liu through the instrumentation earlier, and turned his head back to Bai Liu, "I will then have this one take you down to the negative floor, where the test paper and the Rose Death Row inmates are held, for the test paper test."

After saying that, the director handed the factory worker a set of keys and said, "Take him down and take a look."

Rose death row inmate Bai Liu knows what's going on.

He had been taught this concept by the group of stragglers before, prisoners who had committed the death penalty regulations related to the Dry Leaf Rose, if the Rose Factory was willing to take over and accept some kind of labor from these prisoners in exchange for the right to survive their own life, then these prisoners could be converted to life imprisonment and have the right to life as well as the right to use their life taken over by the Rose Factory in its entirety by these people.

But holding the scented paper ...... and the unit of measure of "one" ......

An unpleasant feeling rose in Bai Liu's heart as he remembered a vision he didn't like very much, as well as the game designer's mischievous malice directed at him from beginning to end, which made the smile on Bai Liu's face fade away a lot.

The factory worker led Bai Liu down the hall, and they walked through the long corridor they had traveled on their previous visit, cornering at a very dark turn before reaching the corridor of the dormitory.

There was a wooden door there that smelled completely different from the entire smell of the Rose Factory, not smelling at all, but rather having a particularly vile odor.

The factory worker took out a set of keys and picked one out of them and inserted it into the wooden door, which creaked and slowly opened inward, and a sweaty stench of meat and souring clothes hit the room, smelling a bit like swamp gas.

The wooden door is facing a downward staircase hidden into the bottomless darkness, the stone walls on both sides of the staircase is extremely narrow, the top of a distance installed a not very bright dark yellow light bulb, only to play a role in the lack of illumination, Bai Liu swept, up to a dozen meters he did not see too much.

Seemingly anticipating this, the factory worker had a flashlight with him on the way down, leading Bai Liu down by light.

While walking, this factory worker started to give Bai Liu science: "This is the negative floor inside the factory, only senior factory workers and perfumers are qualified to enter here."

Bai Liu estimated that he had gone down maybe twenty meters or so to the bottom, and he looked up, seeing a structure very close to a prison.

An unforgiving pathway in the middle of the wet, dimly lit ground was bordered to the left and right by cage-like bars, grid after grid embedded in the walls and clinging inward, filled with inhuman death-row inmates.

The reason why Bai Liu would describe them in this way is because they are just like the stragglers Bai Liu saw in the rose field, they can't be seen as human beings.

These death row inmates made some muffled noises from their mouths, and seemed to want to reach out and grab Bai Liu and the factory worker who walked past in the center aisle, but they were too weak to move at all, and they watched as the factory worker walked by with Bai Liu, slumped on the ground and struggled feebly for a couple of seconds, only to let out a mournful, desperate roar.

The roar even made Bai Liu think that they were reaching out not to ask them for help, but to plead with them to give him a hard time.

Others were already dead, lying on their backs on the ground with their eyes open and their mouths hanging open, rotting to the point where all that was left was some shredded flesh of hatching maggots, with the sound made by flies flying around on their bodies, which unsurprisingly should have hatched from the maggots on the corpses.

Rather bizarrely, most of the dead bodies here have a contented smile on their faces, if they still retain the structure to make out facial expressions.

It was as if living was a thing of immense pain and suffering for them, and they seemed to have waited too long and too long for this moment of dying, and finally waited for that kind of happiness.

Bai Liu's eyes slowly, frame by frame, skimmed over the death row inmates inside who had committed the crime of rose, as if trying to read something from their expressions.

The factory worker seemed to notice Bai Liu's gaze and couldn't help but incline his head in defense for a couple of seconds, "The factory doesn't have a penchant for mistreating these death row inmates, and after the factory took over these death row inmates, we'll be smudging them with perfume almost every day to keep them alive - that's more than most flower pickers are treated okay."

"Oh yeah?" Bai Liu unperturbedly asked lightly in return, "In that case, you're being charitable, giving free perfume to these criminals, why don't you ask them if they want to die, or if they want to be taken over by you?"

The factory worker was stymied by Bai Liu's salty look and didn't make a sound.

The Rose Factory is definitely not a factory that would do wasteful perfume for good, the fact that they didn't take over all of the death row inmates, but partially took over these death row inmates shows that there is something wrong here - extrapolating from the benefit point of view, some of the traits of these death row inmates who were taken over by the Rose Factory should be favorable to the development of this factory.

Bai Liu wasn't sure what this "profit" was at first - after all, spending money on perfume to support a small workforce isn't a smart business by any stretch of the imagination.

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

It was only after a moment of silence and a sigh that the factory worker spoke somewhat awkwardly, "...... These death row inmates were specially selected by the factory to have a certain resistance to rose perfume."

"...... These people, even if they are corrupted by the perfume, will not easily show signs of addiction to the perfume, they stick to their selves, abide by their hearts, and would rather die than give in easily to the dried leaf rose Wa Si - in fact, they The reason why they were caught for their crimes was mostly for the purpose of developing an antidote to the rose perfume."

This factory worker was quiet for a moment longer and spoke again, "At a time when most people have succumbed to the addictive nature of rose perfume, it is difficult for us to specifically test the concentration and holding power of a rose perfume by means of ordinary perfume tester paper, except by instrumentation."

"Because perfumers, a group of people who are already highly addicted, have a hard time discerning a fragrance by how they react to it, most of them are numb to the scent because of the high concentration of rose perfume they use day and night."

"But as you can see, instruments are precious, and we can't readily activate them to test perfumes."

"At this time, we need people who can resist the rose perfume and are more sensitive and repulsed by it as experimental subjects, and the potency of this perfume is inferred from the painful reactions of these people - we call such people test papers."

The factory worker said as he led Bai Liu deeper inside, "What you just saw are test scent papers that are about to be scrapped, they are about to hold up, but they can still be used once or twice, but I'm leading you through a special passage this time, and the test scent paper that you're using is one of the oldest test scent papers that we have in the factory."

Saying that, this factory worker sighed, "All these old perfume testing papers are also dying, yesterday it was said that for the May Rose Festival, a perfumer tested a bottle of extraordinarily high grade perfume, and scrapped another one, and it has been transferred to the low level peripheral area, but this one you used this time is the highest quality perfume testing paper in our factory, his spirit seems to be pretty good, and his repulsive reaction to the rose perfume It's also stable."

Speaking here, this factory worker could not help but sigh, "I've never seen such a stable rejection of rose perfume, have been so painful, or never change their rejection of rose perfume, the firmness of the mind to be admired."

"The May Rose Festival has tested several bottles of the Extraordinary Perfume on him, and although his body has been weakened by a certain amount of poisoning and organ failure, the rejection reaction has remained unchanged for ten years."

"I wonder if such people are really human, and too stubborn."

Bai Liu didn't say a word as he looked around at those on death row, his eyes growing darker and darker, and finally said very softly, "Too stubborn, I think, too."

The factory worker didn't catch Bai Liu's words and turned to ask him back, "What did you say?"

This time Bai Liu didn't answer him.

The factory worker led him further in, and as the tunnels grew darker, the cages to the left and right of the tunnels grew larger and larger, and the amenities of life inside grew more and more like the rooms in which a man would live temporarily.

Finally, the factory workers stopped at a separate cage, this cage is larger, the bed is placed in the innermost, inside the "test incense paper" hidden in the darkness can not be seen, can only vaguely see the bedside of a hunched over the black silhouette of the human body.

This cage was much tidier than the others, with two pieces of old, yellowed clothing hanging on the bars, and some books, paper and pens, and a few scattered cigarette cases, which were already empty, laid out in a regular fashion on the table inside.

That factory worker who led Bai Liu here looked at the cage, which was too clean to be a dungeon, with a complicated expression, "...... He cleaned it again on his own ...... It's really not at all like a person who has been tested for incense for so long to still be able to maintain this kind of sanity."

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

Meanwhile, a wall away in another tunnel, another factory worker led Tang Er hit inside and was chattering, proudly explaining this dungeon of the Rose Factory to him.

Tang Er fought looking at the death row inmates in these cages, his brows locked until they could pinch a fly - he subconsciously drew his gun the moment he saw these Rose Drifter-like death row inmates, but soon, he realized that these death row inmates were not the same as the Rose Drifters.

But this dissimilarity made him frown even more.

--These guys, though already contaminated by the erosion of the perfume to this point, were actually all awake, and they were struggling to fight the rose perfume that was corrupting their consciousness.

This factory worker walked in front of Tang Er hit, while knocking on the iron door of a cage, said with envy: "Your kid is lucky, this is a nearly scrapped old brand of test paper, yesterday by a senior perfumer's bottle of extraordinarily high perfume to test waste, now looks half dead, just can be used for you to do the test. "

Tang Er hit turned his head to look inside this dank, black haze of a cage.

There was little light in the dungeon, and visibility was minimal; he could only roughly make out a humanoid black figure with its back against the wall, its torso rising and falling weakly as it breathed, and an almost putrid stench permeated from the man's body, causing the factory worker to wave the air from the tip of his nose in disgust.

The man, or rather the piece of scent-testing paper had only one arm and half of his face poking out of the shadows, exposed and probably visible in the faint light, so Tang Er struck up and looked at the other man's hand and face.

Hands have been almost completely cracked, black, blood-like lines have been spread from the tiger's mouth to the elbow, revealing half of the face is even more disfigured, peeled and bloody, light-colored eyes lax, not even a little focus and Tang Er outside the fence to fight against the eyes.

For a moment, an unspeakable fear surged through Tang Er Ta's heart-this half-face, this half-flesh and blood, he seemed to have seen it in some nightmarish world line, which made Tang Er Ta's hand holding the gun tremble uncontrollably, spasmodically.

Tang Er hit's chest was still rising and falling violently, but his breathing almost stopped, as if he was frozen, standing still and motionless, gazing straight at the face.

The pistol slipped from his palm and fell to the ground as a point of light.

The factory worker, however, did not notice the abnormality of Tang Er's hit, and he inserted the key into the turn hole.

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

The factory worker made way so that Bai Liu behind him could see inside the cage, and handed him the flashlight in his hand, inclined his head to signal Bai Liu to go in, and wait outside himself, and explained: "The smell of roses on us is too strong, and it will interfere with the test paper to a certain extent, and usually one person will be able to go in. "

"After you go in, this scent-testing paper will teach you how to test your talent, he's very skillful now and has a good temper, he won't attack you." This factory worker thought for a moment and added, "Although this scent-testing paper will sometimes say some very strange things to those who come to test, he is still very cooperative overall."

Bai Liu nodded his head to indicate that he knew, and he calmly took the flashlight handed to him by the factory worker, adjusted it to the maximum brightness, and took one step into the cage.

As Bai Liu walked in, the beam of the flashlight slowly approached from the ground to the edge of the bed, and in the bleak white halo of light first appeared an old leather shoe that Bai Liu looked a little familiar with, and then a pair of white washed uniform pants, and then swept upward, a man could be seen holding up the butt of a cigarette that had not been lit, and sitting on the edge of the bed with his head bowed.

The man's face and arms were completely deformed, the joints of his fingers were bare, tentacled bones, his breathing was so thin as to be nearly non-existent, his face was pale, his eyes bulging, and the sides of his originally square and handsome cheeks sunk in, as if he hadn't eaten any meat for decades, and he was so thin that he was almost nothing but a skeleton.

Bai Liu had never seen him like this when they were at their worst.

The man had never been so hungry that he emaciated like this even when he gave up a lot of his food to Bai Liu when he was in the orphanage.

There was only one pair of eyes, still unchanged in their gentle firmness, in which not a single rose had grown.

Bai Liu finally spoke, pointing a flashlight at the man's head with no rise or fall in his tone at all: "Lu Yizhan, you finally ran out of money to buy cigarettes, didn't you?"

The man finally looked up, he looked at Liu Jiayi standing in front of him with some consternation, then stared blankly for a while, as if suddenly reacting to the situation, he scratched his head with some embarrassment, and muttered to himself like a fool, "Ah, did I just see another hallucination?"

"This time it's Bai Liu's voice and Liu Jiayi, that little girl-Wow, this Liu Jiayi's expression really looks like Bai Liu." Said Lu Yizhan, barely holding his hands up and moving a little closer to the bed, he curiously looked closer at Bai Liu, who had no emotion on his face.

Bai Liu looked at him expressionlessly.

Then Lu Yizhan suddenly smiled gently out of the corner of his eye and extended his hand, which was already full of white bones, towards Bai Liu: "But even if it's an illusion, I'm still quite happy."

"Because even in the world of illusion, it's been a long time since we've seen each other, Bai Liu."