Chapter 200

In the end, Tang Erda still didn't pull the trigger.

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

Tang Erda has reason to believe that this miraculous heart is also related to the main task of the game - [become the factory director].

When he saw this heart, he felt an uncontrollable killing intent, as if he was induced to kill from the bottom of his heart. He is a little uncomfortable.

And this heart, what if it wasn't a monster in his judgment, but just a tainted heart of an innocent?

It's not like Tang Erda has encountered this kind of thing before, so he thought for a moment, controlled the sudden killing intent in his heart, calmly put down his gun, and determined to find out the source of the game's pollution before making a decision.

Under the guidance of the factory workers, Tang Erda took a bottle of rose liquid, walked up the stairs and poured it down. The staff in charge of guarding the instrument looked nervously at Tang Erda's hand, which was placed on the sluice and ready to be pulled down at any time. ——The movement made by Bai Liu before left a big shadow on him.

Tang Erda dripped down the original perfume solution with only a faint rose red.

The factory workers and guards who were waiting for the results were disappointed, but also relieved—but this is not a bad result.

It's just that it is too different from the previous processor inspected.

"You don't have much talent, but it's not hopeless to be promoted to a factory worker, because the May Rose Festival is coming, and we are short of factory workers." The factory worker who led Tang Er to fight in raised his head and looked at him. "You need to pass another fragrance test paper test. If you confirm that you have a certain basic talent, you can become a regular."

Tang Er frowned: "What paper test?"

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

Bai Liu looked up at the director of the factory behind the desk: "What do you mean by fragrance test paper?"

The director of the factory replied: "In order to further confirm that your talent is enough to be specially upgraded to become a perfumer's test, the main reason is that we dare not take the risk again with the instrument, although the accuracy of the test paper review is not as high as the instrument. , but a rough range can also be determined.”

"However, judging from your destructive power to the instrument, you are very likely to damage the test paper during the test."

The director of the factory crossed his hands and fingers on the table. He looked straight at Bailiu and tapped the application form on the table with his fingers: "Although the fragrance paper is a non-renewable precious resource for any perfumer, you If your talent is really as remarkable as this application, it is worth the risk of losing a test paper to carry out another test."

A scent paper?

This strange quantifier made Bai Liu raise his eyebrows.

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

Put a piece of perfume-stained paper about ten centimeters in front of the tip of the nose and fan it to smell the pure perfume or spices 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 "sheet" instead of "piece".

Bai Liu didn't ask back, but waited for the factory director to continue.

"Next, if you are in good health, then we will continue to carry out the inspection." The director of the factory nodded to the factory worker who had led Bai Liu to carry out the instrument inspection before, and then turned to look at Bai Liu, "I will let this The officer will take you to the lower level, which is the place where the test paper and rose death row prisoners are held for the test of the test paper."

After speaking, the director handed the factory worker a bunch of keys and said, "Take him down to have a look."

Rose's executioner Bai Liu knew what was going on.

He was popularized by those refugees before. If the prisoners who committed the death penalty regulations related to dry leaf roses are willing to take over and accept these prisoners to exchange some kind of labor for their right to survive, then these prisoners can become Life imprisonment, and the rose factory has full power to take over the right to life and the right to use life of these people.

But imprisoning the test paper... and the quantifier unit of "a"...

An unpleasant feeling faintly felt in Bai Liu's heart, he remembered an idea he didn't like very much, and the game designer's stubborn malice aimed at him from the beginning to the end, which 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 is a wooden door that smells completely different from the smell of the whole rose factory. It is not fragrant at all, but has a particularly foul smell.

The factory worker took out a bunch of keys, picked one of them and inserted it into the wooden door. The wooden door creaked and slowly opened inward. A smell of sour sweat from meat and clothes came to the face, which smelled a bit like marsh gas.

The wooden door is facing a downward staircase that is submerged in the bottomless darkness. The stone walls on both sides of the staircase are extremely narrow, and a dim yellow light bulb is installed at a distance above it, but it only serves as a light source. The effect was lackluster, Bai Liu glanced at it, and he couldn't see it for a dozen meters at most.

As if he had expected this situation, the factory worker brought a flashlight when he came down, and led Bai Liu down with the light on.

While walking, the factory worker began to explain to Bai Liu: "This is the lower floor of the factory. Only senior factory workers and perfumers are eligible to enter here."

Bai Liu reckoned that he had walked down for about twenty meters and reached the bottom. He looked up and saw a place with a structure very close to a prison.

In the middle of the wet and drowsy ground is a narrow path, with cage-like iron fences on the left and right, embedded in the wall one by one, sticking to each other and extending inward. Inside are some death row prisoners who are neither human nor ghost.

The reason why Bai Liu described them like this was because they were like those refugees Bai Liu saw in the rose field, they couldn't see their human form anymore.

These condemned prisoners made some vague noises, as if they wanted to reach out their hands to catch Bai Liu and the factory worker walking through the middle aisle, but they were so weak that they could not move at all. They watched the factory worker walk by with Bai Liu, Lie on the ground and struggled feebly twice, only let out a mournful, desperate roar.

This roar even made Bai Liu feel that they reached out their hands not to ask for help, but to ask them to give him a good time.

There are also some who are already dead, lying on the ground with their eyes open and their mouths open, rotting to the point where only some pieces of hatching maggots are left, and there are sounds of flies flying around on their bodies, no accidents should be from the corpses Maggots hatch.

The strange thing is that most of the dead bodies here, if they still have the structure to see the facial expressions, then most of these corpses have a satisfied smile on their faces.

It was as if being alive was an extremely painful and tormenting thing for them. They seemed to have been waiting for too long for this moment of death, and finally they finally found such happiness.

Bai Liu's eyes slowly and one by one passed over the death row prisoners who committed the crime of rose, as if trying 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 explain a few words: "The factory has no hobby of torturing these condemned prisoners. After the factory takes over these condemned prisoners, we will perfume them almost every day to keep them alive—— This is better than most flower pickers are paid."

"Oh, is that so?" Bai Liu asked back unmoved, "Speaking of which, you are philanthropists. If you give these criminals perfume for free, why don't you ask them whether they want to die or be taken over by you?" ?”

The factory worker was stalked by Bai Liu in such a non-salty way, but he didn't make a sound.

The Rose Factory is definitely not a factory that wastes perfume and does good deeds. They didn't take over all the death row prisoners, but took over some of them. This shows that there is a problem here-inferred from the perspective of interests, it was taken over by the Rose Factory Certain qualities of these condemned prisoners should be beneficial to the development of this plant.

At the beginning, Bai Liu didn't know what this "profit" 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 understood what this "profit" was.

The factory worker was silent for a while, sighed, and then said awkwardly: "...these death row prisoners are specially selected by the factory, and they are resistant to rose perfume."

"...Even if these people are corrupted by perfume, they will not easily show signs of addiction to perfume. They insist on themselves, abide by their hearts, and would rather die than give in to dry leaf rose gas easily-in fact, the reason why they Get caught for crimes, mostly for developing a rosewater antidote."

The factory worker was silent for a while, and then said: "When most people have succumbed to the addiction of rose perfume, except for instruments, it is difficult for us to specifically detect a rose perfume through ordinary perfume test paper. Perfume concentration and longevity."

"Because perfumers are highly addicted people, it is difficult to identify the quality of a perfume by their own reaction to the perfume. Most perfumers use high-concentration rose perfume day and night, and they have no idea about the fragrance. Numb."

"But you can also see that the instrument is very precious, and we cannot use the instrument to detect perfume at any time."

"At this time, we need people who can resist rose perfume and are more sensitive to it as experimental subjects, and speculate on the efficacy of this perfume through the painful reaction of these people-we call this kind of people a fragrance test paper. "

While talking, the factory worker led Bai Liu deeper inside: "What you saw just now are all the scent papers that are about to be scrapped. They are almost unbearable, but they can still be used once or twice, but I brought you here this time through a special passage, and the scent paper you used is one of the oldest branded scent papers in our factory."

As he said that, the factory worker sighed: "These old-fashioned fragrance test papers are almost dead. Yesterday, it was said that for the May Rose Festival, a perfumer tried a bottle of super perfume and scrapped another one. It has already been transferred to the low-level peripheral area, but this time you used the highest-quality fragrance test paper from our factory, he seems to be in good spirits, and his rejection of rose perfume is also very stable."

Speaking of this, the factory worker couldn't help sighing: "I've never seen a person who rejects rose perfume so steadily. It's already so painful, but he still never changes his rejection of rose perfume. His firmness of mind is admirable."

"May Rose Festival has already tested several bottles of premium perfume on him. Although his body has been poisoned to a certain extent, his organs have failed, and he has weakened a lot, but the rejection reaction has not changed for ten years."

"I even doubt that this kind of person is really human, and he is too stubborn."

Bai Liu didn't say a word, he looked at the condemned prisoners around him, his eyes became darker and darker, and finally he said softly: "I also think it's too stubborn."

The factory worker didn't hear what Bai Liu said, so he turned around and asked him, "What did you say?"

Bai Liu didn't answer him this time.

The factory worker led him to continue walking in. As the tunnel became darker and darker, the cages on the left and right sides of the tunnel became bigger and bigger, and the living facilities inside became more and more complete, and it became more and more like a temporary living room for one person.

Finally, the factory workers stopped beside a separate cage. This cage was larger, and the bed was placed in the innermost part. The "fragrance test paper" inside was hidden in the dark and could not be seen. Only a body sitting beside the bed could be vaguely seen. A hunchbacked humanoid black silhouette.

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

The factory worker who led Bai Liu here looked at the cage that 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 still can maintain this sanity.”

"This is the test paper 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 in, chattering and proudly explaining the dungeon of the Rose Factory to him.

Tang Erda looked at the prisoners on death row in the cage, frowning enough to kill a fly - he subconsciously pulled out his gun the moment he saw these prisoners on death row who looked like rose refugees, but soon, he realized The difference between these condemned prisoners and the rose refugees.

But this difference made him frown even more.

——Although these guys have been eroded and polluted by perfume to this point, they are all sober. They are working hard to fight against the rose perfume that erodes their consciousness.

The factory worker walked in front of Tang Erda, knocked on the iron door of a cage, and said enviously: "You are lucky, this is an old-fashioned fragrance paper that is about to be scrapped. A bottle of Perfumer's premium perfume was used up after trying it out, and now it looks half-dead, so it can be used to test you."

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

There were no lights in the dungeon, and the visibility was extremely low. He could only roughly see a black human figure leaning against the wall. His body was rising and falling weakly with his breathing. The air diffused, causing the factory workers to wave the air at the tip of their noses in disgust.

Only one arm and half of the face of this person, or this piece of fragrance test paper, stick out of the shadows, exposed in the weak light, and they can probably be seen, so Tang Erda looked up at the opponent's hands and face.

The hands are almost completely cracked and cracked, with pitch-black, blood-like lines spreading from the tiger's mouth to the elbows, and the exposed half of the face is even more unrecognizable, peeled and bloody, the light-colored eyes are loose, and there is no focal length at all. Tang Erda outside the fence looked at each other.

For a moment, an unspeakable fear surged into Tang Er's heart - he seemed to have seen this half face, this half bloody face, in some nightmare world line, which made Tang Er The hand holding the gun trembled uncontrollably and convulsively.

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

□□ slipped from his palm, turned into light spots and fell to the ground.

But the factory worker didn't notice Tang Erda's abnormality, so he inserted the key into the revolving hole.

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

The factory worker moved 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, and waited outside, explaining: "We The smell of roses is too strong, and it will interfere with the test paper, so it is usually enough for one person to go in."

"After entering, this test paper will teach you how to test your talent. He is very skilled and has a good temper. He will not attack you." The factory worker thought for a while and added, "Although this test Fragrant paper sometimes says strange things to people who come to test it, but overall it is very cooperative."

Bai Liu nodded to indicate that he understood. He calmly took the flashlight handed to him by the factory worker, adjusted it to the maximum brightness, and walked into the cage step by step.

The beam of the flashlight followed Bai Liu's approach, approaching the bed slowly from the ground, first an old leather shoe that Bai Liu looked familiar appeared in the pale halo, and then a pair of uniform trousers that were washed white, and then swept up, A person could be seen holding an unlit cigarette butt, sitting on the edge of the bed with his head bowed.

The face and arms of this person have been completely deformed, the joints of the fingers are exposed, the bones are covered with tentacles, the sound of breathing is almost non-existent, the face is pale, the eyes are protruding, and the sides of the originally square and handsome cheeks It was sunken, as if it hadn't eaten meat for decades, and it was so thin that there was almost only a skeleton left.

Bai Liu had never seen him like this when they were living the most miserable time.

Even if this person gave up a lot of food to Bai Liu when he was in the orphanage, he was never so hungry that he haggarded like this.

There is only one pair of eyes, which are still gentle and firm, and not a single rose has grown inside.

Bai Liu finally spoke. He pointed the flashlight at the man's head, without any ups and downs in his tone: "Lu Yizhan, you finally have no money to buy cigarettes, right?"

The man finally raised his head. He looked at Liu Jiayi standing in front of him in astonishment. Then he was stunned for a while, as if he had suddenly realized it. He scratched his head in embarrassment, and said to himself foolishly. Yu: "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." As he spoke, Lu Yizhan reluctantly moved his hands to the side of the bed, and he looked closely at it curiously. A few times, Bai Liu, who had no emotion on his face.

Bai Liu looked at him expressionlessly.

Then Lu Yizhan suddenly bent the corners of his eyes and smiled softly, and stretched out his bone-covered hand to Bai Liu: "But even if it's an illusion, I'm still quite happy."

"Because even in the hallucinatory world, we haven't seen each other for a long time, Bai Liu."