I Became a God in a Horror Game - Chapter 225

[Chapter 215 The Rose Factory]

Tavel closed his eyes: “Me too.”

“You have to make a choice.” Tavel turned abruptly, he let go of Bai Liu, his forehead pressed against Bai Liu, and asked him softly, “An antidote or a poison?”

Bai Liu His hands curled up in disappointment.

Tavel looked at him calmly, his silver-blue eyes were like a mirror placed under water, and the swaying water reflected Bai Liu’s emotionless, fluctuating face.

He said, “You should know what the antidote is. Make a choice.”

Bai Liu’s eyes were blank, and his memory passed through Tavel’s eyes in an instant, drifting far, far away.

In the old orphanage library, the oil-soaked old poems were spread out on Scheta’s lap. It was a summer afternoon, and the sun was shining through the hair that fell from his forehead, as if through the thick and loose Branches, scattered grids of light, fall on yellowed, worn-out book pages.

There is dust and heat waves floating in the air, the window sill of the library is facing the unbuilt weeds and the green shade is half-open, the pool glows like fish scales in the scorching sun, like 10,000 diamonds spread on the water. Such eye-catching.

Bai Liu was not interested in reading, so he covered his face with a book drowsily, slouched on his hands, and the sweat from the steam wet his neckline.

He doesn’t remember exactly what it was, but they were sent to do the cleaning in a library that didn’t seem to have been cleaned in decades – a punishment that was common to both White Willow and Scheta. .

But fortunately it was a small library, Scheta was not in a hurry, he sat quietly by the window sill looking through the old books buried under the dust, and recited in a low voice:

“How can I compare you to summer?

You Not

only is it more lovely than it is, but also gentler than it,

…

but your long summer will never wither,

…

Or death boasted that you were adrift in his shadow,

while you were long in immortal poetry.

As long as there are humans, or humans with eyes, the

gods will live and give you life.

Bai Liu was finally awakened by the

chattering sound of Sheeta’s recitation. He took off the book covering his face, and did not open his eyes due to laziness. He asked Sheeta first: “Isn’t the last sentence like this?”

Don’t read and tamper with other people’s poems.

”

“The original sentence is [this poem will endure and give you life].

Sheeta was not annoyed when it was dismantled, she still looked at Bai Liu peacefully, her eyes seemed to put Bai Liu in, “I’m not very good at writing poetry, but I saw you in this poem.

”

“This poem suits you very well.”

”

Bai Liu went through this overly disgusting love poem in his mind, pretending to stretch his back and turning over, not to look at Sheeta behind him, and after a while of silence, he spoke again:

“Don’t find a poem at random .”

Come tease me.

”

“I didn’t find a poem at random.

“Sheeta said calmly, “Your long summer will never wither, this is a poem describing your future, someone will tell you.”

”

“My future?”

how about you?

“Bai Liu turned back again, raised his eyebrows and asked back, “Only my long summer will not wither, right?”

”

He was just a joke, but Scheta was silent for a long time that day, and then raised his eyes to look at him, his voice was as soft as a leaf that couldn’t fall:

“I don’t have summer.

He breathed softly: “I just… secretly shared your summer.

”

Sheeta’s eyes looked at the lush summer scene outside the window: “This summer is really cute and gentle, it is the most beautiful summer I have ever seen, but these… do not belong to me

.

”

I’ll always leave.”

”

At the end of that summer, Scheta disappeared to the bottom of that pool.

In the rose factory at the beginning of the summer, the roses in May are in full bloom and are in the first round of the flowering period.

The moment Tavel let go, Bai Liu seemed to have noticed something. He subconsciously grabbed Tavel’s wrist and looked at him calmly: “Are you leaving again?”

“We will meet again. “Tavel gently raised his other hand and stroked Bai Liu’s eyelids and face, “This is not your summer and roses, I won’t stay here, and you shouldn’t stay here.”

Tavel was cold. His hands were touching Bai Liu’s skin as if they were not touching, and it was the feeling of snow falling on his face.

“When the sun disappears for three-quarters of the way, there will be old people looking for you who are cold and stiff. Don’t be afraid of the difference brought about by death, and don’t be afraid of the broken reverse cross in the snow field.”

“Don’t be afraid of the living or dead me.” Tavel took White Willow’s head in his arms and leaned down to kiss his wet, rose-scented locks of hair.

“Don’t be afraid of the summer when I leave you.”

“I am a fallen god without summer, but I have a whole winter waiting for you.”

“Choose now, antidote or poison.” With dark eyelashes, he hugged Bai Liu, who did not move in his arms, but buried his head in his arms, while gently stroking Bai Liu’s dripping hair, “No matter what choice you make—”

“You Will they all leave?” Bai Liu asked in a muffled voice.

Tavel was silent and answered him honestly: “Yes.”

Bai Liu was silent again, but Tavel felt Bai Liu’s arms around him tighten on his waist and abdomen – this is still exactly the same as when he was a child. .

Tavel suddenly wanted to laugh.

When faced with situations that he didn’t want to face, when he was angry with other children or teachers, or when he didn’t want to admit the difference, the fourteen-year-old Bai Liu remained calm and even said a few words of sarcasm.

But when people weren’t paying attention, the skinny Bai Liu would sneak back and hug the huge, patch-covered, lanky ghost doll, and bury it in motion to release his emotions—that’s the same posture.

“But no matter what choice you have to make.” Tavel stroked the hair sticking to Bai Liu’s ear, lowered his head and whispered in his ear, “You are always the most important to me.

” No matter what I have to go through, I will definitely, definitely come to see you.”

Bai Liu slowly sat up from Tavel’s arms, he looked straight at Tavel – he finally remembered why he was fourteen years old The habit of looking directly at people was not used before, but only after the age of fourteen.

Because Sheeta said: [Don’t look directly at me, I have terrible eyes]

Bai Liu teased him maliciously: [But if you don’t look directly at you, how do you know I’m talking to you?

Wouldn’t you be embarrassed if I was talking to someone else and you thought I was talking to you?

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Shetta was silent for a while and said: 【But this way, I can pretend that when you are talking to all the other people, no matter who you are looking at, I can tell myself that you are talking to me.

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Bai Liu remembered that while Sheeta was talking to him at the time, he lowered his head deeper to cover his eyes, and pursed his lips.

– just like now.

“Don’t say things like you want to leave.” Bai Liu brushed Taville’s hair on his forehead, leaned in and said with a complaining smile, “While showing this expression of being more reluctant to leave than I am. .”

Ten years ago, Bai Liu said: “You don’t have to pretend like this in the future. Essentially, I only have you as a person to speak to, and only you will really listen to every word I say.”

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【So no matter who I talk to, it is actually for you, and I will always look into your eyes and talk.

】

【I don’t think you are scary.

】

Ten years later, Bai Liu said: “I won’t be afraid of your death anymore. In essence, death is the most terrible thing for human beings.”

“And you won’t die, no matter who gave you this, God or devil, whether other people think you’re a monster god or something – to me, you’re just Sheeta, and I think it’s good that you’re alive.”

“I don’t think you’re scary.”

Bai Liu paused for a while, then continued to speak calmly: “The poison is the dried rose rose that grows from your body, and the antidote is the blood ganoderma lucidum that is poured out of your blood, right?”

After seeing the diary When it was related to the orphanage, Bai Liu realized what the antidote was.

The function explanation of the item of blood ganoderma is that it can stop all negative buffs. This negative buff is likely to include the addictive state caused by dried leaf roses, and it happens that the factory manager bought the statue from the orphanage – it is very likely that the tower Weir’s body also buried the mother of the blood ganoderma.

It’s just that the blood vessels and organs that are connected to each other cannot be formed due to the dismemberment, so there is no way to generate the blood that can water the blood ganoderma lucidum.

The factory manager should also know this, but he has completely lost control.

Compared with the [antidote] that could save him, the [poison] that had a higher concentration and made him crazy and addictive—rose perfume was more attractive to him.

He couldn’t stop his desire for rose perfume, let alone put the core production tool (heart) back into Tavel’s chest cavity, and let Tavel become a blood supply machine again to produce blood ganoderma to save himself, which also completely destroyed him.

The principle of this game is the same – after spying on the core secrets of the operation of the entire rose factory, there are two paths in front of the player.

One is to continue to use the dismembered Tavel to breed dry-leaf roses to produce rose perfume.

One is to absorb Tavel’s blood, like the investors in the third instance, let the thorn-like chain of blood ganoderma grow through Tavel’s body, and continuously grow blood ganoderma that can save everyone.

The dry-leaf rose has no thorns, and the smooth rhizomes of the withered leaves just complement the thorny, rose-like shrub branches of Blood Ganoderma lucidum—the two plants were designed to complement and restrain each other at the beginning.

“Are you running away?” Tavel stared at Bai Liu, “because you don’t want to choose either.”

“But there is no way out – you should know that this game starts from the design, and you can only start from this. Choose between two paths.”

“That person is forcing you to make a choice-whether to save the world by torturing me, or to let the world suffer to make me feel better.”

Bai Liu knew.

The moment he stepped into the game, he knew it – so he kept running away from it.

——Someone is torturing Tavel, forcing him to become the White Six.

The author has something to say:

the poem by the tower reading is the original text of the Shakespeare sonnet quoted in the previous chapter!

very beautiful!