Chapter 204

Qi Yifang was stunned when he heard Liu Jiayi say this out of the blue: "What, what time!"

Liu Jiayi grabbed Qi Yifang's wrist and ran quickly: "With your intelligence, you won't be able to understand it for a while. If you want to pass the level, just come and help me!"

Qi Yifang who was forced to follow: "???"

Although I really didn't understand, little witch, you said it so bluntly, it really hit me too much!

Liu Jiayi, who was running, had a very fixed gaze, and was a little annoyed - she hadn't thought of such a simple mystery until she was reminded by Bai Liu!

The [true end] line of this game, when she sees the keyword "dismemberment", she should have realized that it is a collection game, just like "Burst Last Train". There is also a decrypted branch line buried below, and the clue of this decrypted branch line is the clue to collect Tavel's limbs!

The hint she got - [Before the real death comes, the time on your body is unique and irreversible].

There is only one thing in this game that reminds her of her real death and irreversible time - that is the newspaper display cabinet that she and Bai Liu saw when they first entered the factory.

Every expansion and expansion of the rose factory is accompanied by the death of countless people. It can be said that it is a veritable bloody road of development. For people in this game world, this is real death and irreversible time.

For outsiders like her and Bai Liu, this time is illusory and can be reversed and changed, but if they die in this game, the time on them will also be frozen and become one of the deaths in the rose factory. It was recorded in the newspaper, posted on that wall - that's the point!

Panting, Liu Jiayi found the display cabinet she had seen from the main entrance of the rose factory.

Newspapers were neatly pasted in the display cabinet. Liu Jiayi stared fixedly at the newspaper wall, squinted her eyes, and began to count softly from top to bottom. The date and time are stamped out.

After Liu Jiayi marked all the numbers, Qi Yifang looked at these densely packed numbers representing death, and couldn't help feeling a little numb behind him.

I didn't think it was screened out, but once Liu Jiayi screened it out, Qi Yifang also found something wrong - the distribution of these numbers representing time looked particularly neat on the horizontal and column, and the shape faintly resembled a square.

"Sure enough, the number of rows and columns where the date of death appears is 400*400." Liu Jiayi took a step back, looked at the wall she had drawn, and exhaled solemnly, "It happens to be the rose factory. The number of acres of flower fields is 160,000."

At this point in the deciphering process, everything is clear. Tawil’s dismembered body is buried under the flower field, and each number on the newspaper wall corresponds to a flower field—now the problem is that Tawil’s body will be buried. Under which, or which number?

There are a total of ten numbers from 0 to 9. What number will the psychopath who buried Tavel choose, or how many numbers will he choose to bury him?

is it his birthday? Was it the day he got his adoptive parents' property, his wife's property, or the day he bought the statue?

What numbers are special to him?

no! Too many numbers! This guy's diary doesn't have the special markers and typical numbers that show serial killers like to show over and over again! Can't judge!

Liu Jiayi wrinkled her face, gritted her teeth and re-examined the entire digital wall again.

There were deafening fighting sounds outside the window. The display cabinet on the first floor where Liu Jiayi was located was very close to the place where Bai Liu and Tang Er fought. The fierce fighting made the space where Liu Jiayi was located crumbling. The lights and walls were shaking violently, dust and

The gravel slid from the wall, as if it would collapse completely in the next second.

It is obviously not an easy task to think in such an environment, especially when you know that your teammate Bai Liu is fighting against a person whose panel value is dozens of times higher than him.

Even Qi Yifang, an outsider who knew nothing about who was fighting with whom, couldn't help becoming vigilant and alert, and took out his weather vane to look around: "What's happening?"

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

No, her train of thought was wrong.

She shouldn't think about the problem from the perspective of a neurotic big boss in the game. This is a conventional decryption idea, but it doesn't apply in "Rose Factory".

Because this game is not a simple game, "Rose Factory" is a game specially prepared for Bai Liu by someone or something. It was all to stimulate Bai Liu to achieve a certain purpose of the designer.

If you think about it from this perspective, what number will the people behind choose to bury the body of a person who has special meaning to Bai Liu?

The rubble fell from Liu Jiayi's face, and Qi Yifang called her anxiously: "Little witch! This house is going to fail!"

Liu Jiayi opened her eyes: "It's six!"

Bai Liu's former name was Bai Liu!

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

Qi Yifang coughed, covered his mouth and gestured ok, covered the top of his head with a weather vane when sand and stones were gathering, and leaned closer to the display cabinet to quickly memorize.

On the right, Liu Jiayi was lying on the display cabinet on the right, her eyes rolled quickly, she whispered silently, and she was also memorizing quickly.

When their shorthand was coming to an end, there was a sudden earth-shattering loud noise in the corridor next to it, and a twisted humanoid object smashed through the wall of the corridor, smashing into the ground of the open square and cracking a huge hole.

Accompanied by the cracking sound of limbs and bones, the person who was smashed in simultaneously let out a heart-piercing cry of pain.

The man who was quickly thrown into the pit was bleeding from his seven orifices, his chest was sunken, and he slowly died with his head tilted and his pupils dilated.

Liu Jiayi turned her head with her pupils constricted, and she saw a familiar face of the person who had just died in the pit.

Wearing the uniform of the Bureau of Heretics, his light-colored eyes were lifeless, his face was blue and bloodless, his limbs were twisted and broken in a strange posture, and the badge on his chest was soaked in blood, but Liu Jiayi still recognized him——

——This person is Su Chao.

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Rewinding the time to fifteen minutes ago, in another corridor separated by an open-air square, Bai Liu, who was leaning against the wall and powerlessly raised his hands in surrender, and Tang Erda, who was pointing his gun at him, were facing each other head-on.

"I admit defeat, how about taking a half-time break? Captain Tang, can you hit me after a while?" Bai Liu leaned idle against the wall, and he looked at Tang Er who held the gun and aimed at him with a half-smile, stretched out his hand Don't fire Tang Er's gun, "You won't need this gun for the time being, how about putting it away?"

Bai Liu's body was seriously injured. There were internal organs oozing blood from the beating at the corner of his mouth, and bruises on his face, but there were no gunshot wounds, and they were all injuries from collisions of limbs—Tang Erda didn't want to kill him so easily. Gun to finish him off.

Perhaps the former captain of the third detachment didn't even think that he actually chose the way he hated and hated the most to deal with his enemies.

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

Bai Liu was always calm, and even looked at him with a smile. It was obvious that the person being tortured was the other party, but every time Tang Er punched, every time he punched Bai Liu's abdomen and face hard, he heard the pain from the other party. With a muffled hum, he seemed to be in a million times more pain than Bai Liu.

Tang Erda felt pain because of torturing others, and was angry because innocent people were tortured inexplicably-this was his original intention of choosing to become a member of the Heresy Bureau, and even if he went crazy, there was no way to change it.

But now anger and pain are indistinguishably intertwined on his face, and Tang Erda, who is looking directly at Bailiu, lives in a monster named Bailiu in his blue eyes.

Even being a bad guy requires talent, but it's a pity that Tang Erda doesn't have this talent.

Bai Liu leaned against the wall with his head up, looked down at him opposite him, breathing heavily, Tang Erda had a ferocious expression, and his eyes were pitiful: "Captain Tang, let yourself go, you are not good at doing such things."

All the expressions on Tang Er's face disappeared in an instant.

He raised his head indifferently, pinched Bai Liu's wrist with his left hand and swung him to the side, landed, turned over, lifted the bone, and stepped on it. Tang Erda knelt condescendingly on Bai Liu's broken calf bone, Locking Bai Liu's chin with his left hand and lifting it up: "It hurts, doesn't it?"

Bai Liu's face was covered in cold sweat from the pain, but his expression was still calm: "Well, it hurts, it doesn't seem like you can use it."

Tang Erda's expression couldn't help becoming hideous again: "This is the torture method you used once on Su Chao!!"

"By the time he was brought back, nearly every bone in his body was broken! You left a tape in his stomach telling me—"

The roses in his eyes bloomed more and more intensely, but his tone was full of deep hatred and tears: "You said, what I did to you was just a little trouble-you said you came to teach me yourself , this is called torture!!"