I Became a God in a Horror Game - Chapter 210

[Chapter 200 Rose Factory (Sun +106)]

In the end, Tang Ershi still did not pull 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, which was the core instrument for the operation of the entire rose factory.

Tang Erda has reason to believe that this magical heart is also related to the main quest of this game – [becoming a factory manager].

When he saw this heart, he felt uncontrollable, as if he had been induced to kill from the bottom of his heart. This was not normal. It was a bit like something was deliberately causing him to kill. He was a little uncomfortable.

And this heart, what if it wasn’t for what he judged to be a monster, but just a tainted innocent heart?

Tang Erda had not encountered such a 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 worker, Tang Erda took a bottle of rose stock solution, went up the stairs and poured it down. The employee next to him who was in charge of guarding the instrument looked at Tang Erda’s hand nervously, his hand was on the sluice and ready to pull down at any time. ——The movement that Bai Liu made before left a lot of shadow on him.

Tang Erda’s dripping perfume stock only had a faint rose-red color.

The factory workers and guarding employees who were waiting for the result were disappointed and relieved at the same time – but it was a good result.

It’s just that there is a lot of difference compared to the processor of the previous inspection.

“You don’t have many talents, but it’s not entirely hopeless to be promoted to a factory worker, because the May Rose Festival is coming, and we are very short of factory workers.” The factory worker who led Tang Erda in raised his head and looked at him. “You need to go through the incense stick test again. If you are sure that you have a certain basic talent, you can turn into a regular.”

Tang Erda frowned: “What kind of incense stick test?”

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

Bai Liu raised his eyes to look at the factory director behind the desk: “What do you mean by test paper testing?” The

factory director replied: “In order to further confirm that your talent is enough to be upgraded and become a perfumer’s test, the main We don’t dare to take the instrument to take another risk. Although the accuracy of the test paper is not as high as that of the instrument, it can also determine a general range.”

“But from the perspective of your destructive power to the instrument, you are very likely to I broke the incense test paper when it was tested.” The

factory director put his hands and fingers on the table, he faced Bai Liu, and tapped the application form on the table with his fingers: “Although the incense test paper is not suitable for any fragrance It is a non-renewable and precious resource for incense teachers, but your talent is really as remarkable as this application letter, it is worth the risk of losing a test strip to re-test.”

A test strip ?

This strange quantifier made Bai Liu raise his eyebrows.

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

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

But no matter what, the quantifier of this kind of test paper should also be “piece” or “zhang”, but should be “a”.

Bai Liu did not ask back, but waited for the director of the factory to continue.

“Next, if you are in good health, we will continue the inspection.” The director of the factory nodded to the factory worker who had led Bai Liu to carry out the instrument inspection, and then turned to look at Bai Liu, “I will let this I’ll take you down to the next floor, where the incense sticks and the rose death-row prisoners are held for the test stick test.”

After speaking, the director handed the factory worker a set of keys and said, “Take him down to see. Look.”

Rose death row prisoner Bai Liu knew what was going on.

He had been popularized by the group of refugees before, and the prisoners who committed the death penalty related to dried leaf roses. If the rose factory is willing to take over and accept these prisoners in exchange for some kind of labor for their right to survive, then these prisoners can be converted into Life imprisonment, and the Rose Factory took over the right to life and the use of life of these people.

But detaining the incense stick… and the quantifier unit of “a”…

Bai Liu felt an unpleasant feeling in his heart. He remembered an idea that he didn’t like, and the game designer’s goal from beginning to end. His stubborn malice made the smile on Bai Liu’s face fade a lot.

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

There was a wooden door that smelled completely different from the whole rose factory. It was not fragrant at all, but had 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. A stench of sour sweat from meat and clothes came out, and it smelled a bit like methane gas.

The wooden door is facing a downward staircase and dipped into the bottomless darkness. The stone walls on both sides of the staircase are extremely narrow, and a dim yellow light bulb that is not very bright is installed at a distance, but it only serves to illuminate The effect is lackluster, Bai Liu glanced at it, and he couldn’t see it at most ten meters.

It seems that this situation has been expected, and the factory worker brought a flashlight when he came down, and led Bai Liu down the light.

While walking, the factory worker began to popularize Bai Liu: “This is the first floor of the factory. Only senior factory workers and perfumers are qualified to enter here.”

Bai Liu estimated that he walked down about 20 meters, and then When he reached the bottom, he looked up and saw a place with a structure very close to the prison.

There was a narrow path in the middle of the wet and drowsy underground, with iron fences similar to cages on the left and right, embedded in the wall one by one, and extending inwards close to each other.

The reason why Bai Liu would describe them in this way is because they are like those refugees that Bai Liu saw in the rose field, and they can’t see the human form anymore.

These death row inmates made some vague noises, as if they wanted to stretch out their hands to grab Bai Liu and the factory worker who passed through the middle aisle, but they were too weak to move. Lying on the ground and struggling weakly, he just let out a mournful, desperate roar.

This roar even made Bai Liu feel that they did not reach out to ask them for help, but to ask them to give him a treat.

Others are already dead, lying on their backs on the ground with their eyes open and their mouths open, rotted to the point where only the minced flesh of hatching maggots remains. There are sounds of flies flying around on their bodies. Maggots hatch.

What’s weird is that most of the dead bodies here, if they still have structures that can clearly see facial expressions, then most of these corpses have a satisfied smile on their faces.

It seems that living is a very painful and tormenting thing for them. They seem to have waited for the moment to die for too long, and finally they have finally waited for such happiness.

Bai Liu’s eyes slowly passed over the death row prisoners who had committed the crime of roses, as if he wanted to read something from their expressions.

The factory worker seemed to have noticed Bai Liu’s gaze, and couldn’t help but tilt his head to defend: “The factory has no hobby to torture these death row prisoners. After the factory takes over these death row prisoners, we will perfume them almost every day so that they can survive— This is better than the treatment of most flower pickers.”

“Oh, is that right?” Bai Liu asked indifferently, “In this way, you are philanthropists, and you can give these criminals free perfume. 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 stalked by Bai Liu in such an indifferent manner, but did not say anything.

The Rose Factory is definitely not a factory that does good deeds by wasting perfume. They did not take over all the death row inmates, but took over part of them. This shows that there is a problem here – inferred from the point of interest, it was taken over by the Rose Factory Certain qualities of these death row prisoners should be beneficial to the development of this factory.

At first, Bai Liu didn’t know what this “benefit” 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 “benefit” is.

The factory worker was silent for a while, sighed, and then said a little embarrassedly: “…These death row prisoners are specially selected by the factory and have a certain resistance to rose perfume.”

“…These people are even corroded by perfume. , and they will not easily show signs of addiction to perfume. They insist on themselves, stick to their hearts, and would rather die than give in easily to dry-leaf rose gas-in fact, the reason why they are arrested for crimes is mostly for research and development The antidote for rose perfume.”

The factory worker was silent for a while, and then said: “When most people have succumbed to the addictive nature of rose perfume, it is difficult for us to pass the test of ordinary perfume except for instruments. It is difficult to identify the quality of a

perfume

by its own reactions to perfumes, most of whom are already highly addicted. The perfumer who uses high concentrations of rose perfume day and night has become numb to the aroma.”

“But you can also see that the instrument is very precious, and we can’t use the instrument to detect the perfume at any time.”

“At this time, we will We need people who are resistant to rose perfume, and more sensitive to it, as experimental subjects, and infer the efficacy of this perfume from the pain response of these people – we call this group of people the test paper.”

While talking, the factory worker led Bai Liu to go deeper inside: “What you saw just now are the incense sticks that are about to be scrapped. They are almost unable to hold it, but they can still use it once or twice, but This time I will lead you through a special passage, and the test paper you use is one of the oldest in our factory.”

After speaking, the factory worker sighed: “These old-fashioned test paper It’s almost dead. Yesterday, it was said that for the May Rose Festival, a perfumer tested a bottle of premium perfume, and scrapped another one. It has been transferred to the low-level peripheral area, but this time you used this one from our factory. The highest quality test paper, he seems to be in good spirits, and his rejection of rose perfume is also very stable.”

Speaking of which, the factory worker could not help but sigh: “I have never seen such a stable rejection of rose perfume. It has been so painful, but he has never changed his rejection of rose perfume, and the firmness of his mind is admirable.”

“The May Rose Festival has already tested several bottles of premium perfume on him, although his body has a certain amount of perfume. Poisoning and organ failure have weakened a lot, but the rejection has not changed for ten years.”

“I doubt whether this kind of person is really human, and he is too stubborn.”

Bai Liu said nothing. He looked at the death row inmates around him, his eyes deepened, and finally he said softly, “I also think it’s too stubborn.” The

factory worker didn’t hear Qing Bailiu’s words, and turned around and asked him: “You What?”

Bai Liu didn’t answer him this time.

The factory worker led him further inside. As the tunnel became darker and darker, the cages on the left and right of the tunnel became larger and larger, and the living facilities inside became more and more complete, making it more and more like a temporary living room for one person.

Finally, the factory worker stopped by an independent cage. This cage was larger, and the bed was placed at the innermost. The “incense test paper” inside was hidden in the darkness and could not be seen. Crooked human figure black silhouette.

Compared with other cages, this cage is much tidy. There are two old and yellowed clothes hanging on the fence. Some books, paper and pens, and a few scattered cigarette cases and cigarette cases are also neatly placed on the table inside. already empty.

The factory worker who led Bai Liu here looked at this cage, which was so clean that it didn’t look like a dungeon, with a complicated expression: “…He cleaned it himself again… He really doesn’t look like a person who has been tested for so long, and he doesn’t even think about it. You

can maintain this sanity.”

“This is the incense stick you tested today.” The factory worker took out the key and inserted it into the lock.

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

Tang Erda looked at the death row inmates in these cages, his brows furrowed to the point where he could catch flies – the moment he saw these rose-refugee death row inmates, he subconsciously pulled out his gun, but soon, he realized The difference between these death row inmates and the rose refugees.

But the difference made him frown even more.

——These guys, although they have been polluted by perfume to this extent, are all sober, and they are struggling with the rose perfume that corrodes their consciousness.

The factory worker walked in front of Tang Erda, knocked on the iron door of a cage, and said enviously: “You boy is lucky, this is an old-fashioned incense test paper that is about to be scrapped. A bottle of the perfumer’s premium perfume has been scrapped, and now it looks half-dead, so it can be used to test you.”

Tang Er turned his head to look inside the gloomy and dark cage.

There were no lights in the dungeon, and the visibility was extremely low. He could only roughly see a human-shaped black figure leaning against the wall. His body was undulating weakly with his breathing, and a stench that was almost rotten came from this person. The air spread out, causing the factory worker to wave the tip of his nose in disgust.

This person, or this incense stick, only had one arm and half of his face poking out of the shadows, exposed in the weak light, and he could probably see it, so Tang Erda looked up at the opponent’s hand and face.

Almost all of his hands were cracked and cracked, and the dark, blood-like lines had spread from the tiger’s mouth to the elbows. The exposed half of his face was even more unrecognizable, peeled and bloody, and the light-colored eyes were scattered, and there was no harmony at all. Tang Erda, who was outside the fence, looked at each other.

For a moment, an unspeakable fear flooded Tang Erda’s heart – this half face, this half bloody face, he seemed to have seen in some nightmarish world line, which made Tang Erda The hand holding the gun trembled uncontrollably.

Tang Erda’s chest was still violently heaving, but his breathing almost stopped, as if he was frozen, he stood still, staring straight at this face.

The pistol slipped from his palm, turned into a blip and fell to the ground.

But the factory worker didn’t notice Tang Erda’s abnormality, he inserted the key into the turning hole.

The door covered with dust and rust slowly opened in front of Bai Liu and Tang Erda at the same time.

The factory worker got 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, tilted his head to signal Bai Liu to go in, waited outside, and explained: “We The rose smell is too strong, and it will interfere with the incense test paper to a certain extent. Generally, you can go in alone.”

“After entering, this incense test paper will teach you how to test your talent. He is very skilled and has a good temper. Very good, I won’t attack you.” The factory worker thought for a while, then added, “Although this test strip sometimes says some strange things to those who come to test, it is generally very cooperative.”

Bai Liu Nodding his head to indicate that he understood, he calmly took the flashlight handed to him by the factory worker, turned it to the maximum brightness, and walked into the cage step by step.

The light beam of the flashlight followed Bai Liu’s walk in, slowly approaching the bed from the ground, and in the pale halo first appeared an old leather shoe that Bai Liu looked a little familiar with, then a pair of uniform trousers that had been washed white, and then swept up, A man can be seen holding an unlit cigarette butt and sitting beside the bed with his head down.

This person’s face and arms have been completely deformed, the joints of the fingers are bare, the bones are covered with tentacles, the breathing is so subtle that it is almost non-existent, the face is pale, the eyes are prominent, the originally square and handsome cheeks are on both sides It sank down, as if he hadn’t eaten meat for decades, and was so thin that there were only a few bones left.

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

Even if this person gave a lot of food to Bai Liu when he was in the orphanage, he had never been so hungry and haggard.

There is only one pair of eyes, which is still the same gentle and firm, and not a single rose has grown in it.

Bai Liu finally spoke. He pointed the flashlight at the man’s head, and his tone did not fluctuate at all: “Lu Yizhan, you finally have no money to buy cigarettes, right?”

The man finally raised his head, and he looked at him standing in awe. Liu Jiayi, who was in front of her, was stunned for a while, as if she had suddenly reacted. She scratched her head a little embarrassedly, and said to herself foolishly, “Ah, did I just see the hallucination again?”

“This time, it’s Bai Liu’s voice and Liu Jiayi’s little girl – wow, this Liu Jiayi’s expression really looks like Bai Liu.” With that, Lu Yizhan reluctantly moved his hands to the side of the bed, and he looked up curiously. A few times, the white willow with no emotion on his face.

Bai Liu looked at him blankly.

Then Lu Yizhan suddenly rolled his eyes and smiled softly, and stretched out his hand, which was already full of bones, towards Bai Liu: “But even if it’s an illusion, I’m still quite happy.”

“Because even in an illusion world, we It’s been a long time since I saw you, Bai Liu.”