Rose Factory

Qi Yifang was confused when Liu Jiayi suddenly said, "What, what time!"

Liu Jiayi grabbed Qi Yifang's wrist and ran up, "With your intelligence, you won't understand for a while, if you want to pass the level, just come with me to help!"

Qi Yifang who was forced to run along: "????"

Although I really didn't get it, it's too much of a blow for you to say it so bluntly, little witch!

Liu Jiayi was running, staring fixedly, and a bit annoyed - such a simple riddle, but she hadn't thought of it until now, when she was reminded of it by Bai Liu!

The game's "true end" line should have been a collector's game when she saw the keyword "dismemberment", just like the "Final Train" game, the "Rose Factory" game has a puzzle line buried underneath the simple upgrading line, and the clue of this puzzle line leads to the collector's line. Taville limbs!

The hint she gets - [The time on you is unique and irreversible until the real death comes].

There's only one thing in this game that hints at her true death and irreversible time - and that's the newspaper display case that she and Bai Liu saw when she first entered the factory that posted, through the years, the major events of the Rose Factory!

Every expansion and expansion of the Rose Factory is accompanied by the deaths of countless people, it can be said that it is a veritable bloody road of development, for those in this game world, this is real death, this is irreversible time.

For her and Bai Liu, the outsiders, this time is illusory, reversible, but if they die in the game, the time on their bodies will be frozen in time, one of the deaths at the Rose Factory, recorded in the newspapers and posted on the wall - and that's the point!

Liu Jiayi panted as she made her way through the front door of the Rose Factory and found the display case she had first seen.

Newspapers were neatly labeled in the display case, Liu Jiayi stared steadily at the wall of newspapers, his eyes narrowed, and he began to count them softly from top to bottom, and at the same time, he used a marker pen to mark the dates and times of the deaths in the space.

After Liu Jiayi finished marking all the numbers, Qi Yifang looked at these densely-packed numbers, representing death, and couldn't help but feel a little numb behind his back.

Without being filtered out, Qi Yifang also found something wrong once Liu Jiayi filtered it out - the distribution of these numbers representing time looks particularly neat in the horizontal and columns, with a shape vaguely resembling a square.

"Sure enough, the number of rows and columns where the date of death appeared ranges from 400*400." Liu Jiayi took a step back, she looked at this wall she drew out, her gaze was heavy as she let out a breath, "It's exactly the number of acres of flower fields in the rose factory, sixteen thousand. "

By this point in the decryption, everything is clear - Taville's dismembered body is buried under a field of flowers, and each number on the newspaper wall corresponds to a field of flowers - now the question arises, which, or which number, would Taville's body be buried under?

There are ten numbers from 0 - 9, what number or numbers would the psychopath burying Taville have picked to bury him?

Was it his birthday? Was it the day he acquired his adoptive parents' property, his wife's property, or the day he bought the idol?

What number has special meaning to him?

No way! There are too many numbers! This guy's diary doesn't contain the special markings and typical numbers that performance serial killers like to display over and over again! There's no way to tell!

Liu Jiayi scrunched up her face as she gritted her teeth and revisited the entire digital wall again.

Deafening sounds of fighting came from outside the window, Liu Jiayi was in the display case on the first floor very close to the place where Bai Liu and Tang Er fought, and the fierce fighting made the space where Liu Jiayi was shaking, the lamps and walls were shaking violently, dust and

Debris slid down the walls as if they were going to completely crumble the next second.

It's obviously not an easy thing to think about in such an environment, especially when you know that your teammate Bai Liu is up against someone whose panel value is dozens of times higher than his.

Even Qi Yifang, an outsider who knew nothing about who and what was actually fighting, couldn't help but be alert and on guard, taking out his weathervane to look around, "What's the commotion?"

Liu Jiayi took a deep breath, and she closed her eyes as she dismissed all her complicated thoughts in the violently shaking background.

No, she was thinking about it the wrong way.

She shouldn't be thinking from the perspective of a psychotic big boss within a game, which is the conventional way of thinking about decryption, but it doesn't work in The Rose Factory.

Because this game is not a simple game, Rose Factory is a game that someone, or something, specially prepared for Bai Liu, and Bai Liu has already told her that everything in this game, including the psychopathic Generation Factory Manager, is designed to stimulate Bai Liu to achieve the designer's certain purpose.

If you think about it from this perspective, what number would the people behind it pick to bury the body of someone who had a special meaning to Bai Liu?

Debris rattled down next to Liu Jiayi's face, and Qi Yifang called out to her anxiously, "Little Witch! This house is not going to last!"

Liu Jiayi opened his eyes, "It's Six!"

Bai Liu was formerly known as Bai Liu!

"Qi Yifang, help me write down the number of coordinates where the number six on the left appears!" Liu Jiayi yelled at Qi Yifang in the chaos, "I'll write down the ones on the right!"

Qi Yifang choked and covered her mouth in an OK gesture, blocking the top of her head with a weathervane in a gathering of sand and gravel, and approached the display case for a quick memory.

On the right, Liu Jiayi is lying on his stomach on the right display case, his eyes rapidly rotating, his mouth whispering in silence, also memorizing rapidly.

Near the end of their shorthand, there was a sudden, earth-shattering thud from the adjacent corridor, and a twisting humanoid object smashed through the wall of the corridor and crashed into the floor of the piazza crumbling into a huge crater.

Accompanied by the crunching sound of cracking limbs and bones, the man who had been smashed in simultaneously let out a heart-rending cry of agony.

Soon smashed into the pit this person's seven orifices permeated with blood, chest cavity depression, slowly inclined head pupil diffusion died.

Liu Jiayi's pupils constricted as she looked back, and she saw that the man in the pit who had just died had a face she knew well.

Dressed in the uniform of the Heresy Bureau, his light-colored eyes dead and lifeless, his face green and bloodless, his limbs twisted and snapped inward in a strange position, and his chest plate soaked with blood, Liu Jiayi nonetheless recognized him-

--This man is Su Yang.

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Fifteen minutes ago, in another corridor, one piazza away, Bai Liu, leaning against the wall with his hands raised in surrender, and Tang Er, who had his gun raised against him, faced each other head-on.

"How about I concede defeat and take an intermission? Captain Tang, is it okay for you to rest for a while before hitting me again?" Bai Liu leaned idly against the wall, he looked at holding the gun aimed at him Tang Er hit with a smile, reaching out to Tang Er's gun to don't open, "This gun you can't use for the time being, how about putting it away?"

Bai Liu was badly bruised, with internal oozing blood from the beating at the corner of his mouth and abrasions on his face from the dragging, but there were no gunshot wounds, they were all from the clash of limbs - Tang Er Fight didn't want to finish him off with one shot that easily.

Perhaps it had never occurred to the one-time captain of the third detachment himself that he had chosen the way he had once most loathed and detested to turn on his enemies.

But no matter how much he tortured Bai Liu, he couldn't see the same pain on his face as he did on his own.

Bai Liu was always calm, even looking at him with a smile on his face, obviously the one being tortured was the other party, but Tang Er hit every punch down, every time he smashed hard on Bai Liu's abdomen and face to hear the other party's muffled grunts of pain, he seemed to be a million times more painful than Bai Liu.

Tang Er fought for the pain of torturing others, for the anger that there were innocent people being inexplicably tortured-this was what he had chosen to become a Heresy Bureau member in the first place, and to this day there was no way that he could change anything, even if he went insane.

And now anger and pain were indistinguishably intertwined in his face, and Tang Er, who was looking directly at Bai Liu, had a monster named Bai Liu living in his ghostly blue eyes.

Even being a bad guy requires talent, and sadly, Tang Er fights without that talent.

Bai Liu leaned his head back against the wall and lowered his eyes to look across from him breathing heavily and looking hideous Tang Er fight, his eyes compassionate: "Captain Tang, spare yourself, you're not good at doing things like this."

Tang Er hit all the expressions on his face disappeared in an instant.

He raised his head with an indifferent expression, pinched Bai Liu's wrist with his left hand and drove his whole body to the side, landed, flipped and folded, lifted the bone, stepped down, Tang Er struck and knelt condescendingly on Bai Liu's broken calf bone, locking Bai Liu's jaw with his left hand and lifting it upwards, "It hurts, doesn't it?"

Bai Liu's face was covered in cold sweat from the pain, but he still looked calm, "Well, it's quite painful, not like you can use it."

Tang Er fought his expression to stifle his grimace once again, "This is the torture method you used on Su Yang once!!!"

"He was shipped back with nearly every bone in his body broken! You left a tape in his stomach to tell me-"

The roses in his eyes blossomed more and more fiercely, but his tone took on biting hate and tears, "You said that what I fucking did to you was petty - you said that you'd come in person to teach me that this is what's fucking called torture!!!"