Liu Jiayi also found something wrong. She raised her head to look at Bai Liu who was holding his hand, frowning and approaching, and her voice was low and asked: "I turned on the small TV room to mute it, and the audience couldn't hear what you and I were saying. Why should I respond? What? I don't think it's right, there are too many coincidences, it feels like..."
"Someone designed this game and waited for Tang Er and I to enter, right?" Bai Liu said lightly.
Bai Liu’s gaze still fell on the newspaper wall in the glass showcase: “Don’t you think that the last round of games was also designed to be waiting for you and me? The games that have been logged in once will logically not happen again. But by coincidence, your orphanage was withdrawn all its investment, and it was at the end of the road. For the final benefit, the director of the orphanage had to take the remaining children of you to operate again, and finally caused the matter to me. In front of you."
"It's a coincidence that Liu Huai was met by me in "The Last Train of Burst" and he owed me a favor. Then, because of real things, he chased me into "Love Welfare Institute", and the game design was just right. Separate you from him and keep me in the same camp as him."
Bai Liu motionlessly looked at the painful, black-and-white face of Lu Yizhan in the newspaper, and his tone was unwavering:
"In the second round, Mu Sicheng also happened to meet Liu Huai—Liu Huai was like a bond connecting me and you, and at the same time as your psychological weakness, was put into the game with me, and then I will naturally use your weaknesses to contain you and make me profit, and the conflict between us will be intensified. You will choose to kill me, and I will be forced to fight back and kill you."
"I generally rarely believe that there are so many deliberate coincidences in this world." Bai Liu looked down and retracted his gaze on the wall of the newspaper.
Liu Jiayi suddenly muttered to herself: "... It's just like someone deliberately made so many coincidences, opened up our weaknesses for you to take advantage of, and then let us fight together..."
"But I didn't kill you, and you didn't kill me. The game played by the people behind us has reached a deadlock." Bai Liu said lightly, "So this time, in order to further intensify the contradiction between me and my opponent, This time my weaknesses have also been transferred to the game."
"Your friend Lu Yizhan was also involved." Liu Jiayi reacted quickly, "You will definitely speed up the clearance for this, but this game only has one player who can become the director of the game, so you will go with that Captain Tang's competition has become more intense."
"Yeah." Bai Liu's attitude is still very calm, "but the chips from the other side are probably going to drive Tang Erda completely crazy-the seventeen players involved in the explosion just now are all members of the third team, Su Chaotai. An accident happened when the team went to inspect that factory."
"It is difficult for Tang Er Da to maintain his sense of reason on this kind of thing."
Bai Liu was quiet for a second. He didn't talk to Liu Jiayi, but the situation was more complicated-in another timeline, Tang Erda saw him dominate this rosy explosion that could be said to have caused the world to degenerate.
This fundamentally caused it. When Tang Erda cleared the game, he would definitely choose to kill Bai Liu, the culprit that might cause the explosion, to prevent the recurrence of all tragic endings.
Everything is tightly formed into a game that was created specifically to trap Bai Liu and Tang Erda. The only way out of this game is to kill Tang Erda, just like Tang Erda. The only way out in the second fight was to kill him.
The death of Su Chao, the man behind everything, made Tang Erda run out of control and became a monster hunter who had lost his bottom line. Now this man used Lu Yizhan's death to induce Bai Liu to give up the Lu Yizhan and give it to him. The principle and bottom line of Bai Liu's construction—he was inducing Bai Liu to kill innocent people with his own hands time and time again, turning him into a crazy and sober monster like Tang Erda.
This person is forcing him to become a white six.
The workers continued to walk in, passing through a very deep and depressing corridor. An office appeared in front of Bai Liu. After entering, there was a classically dressed office. Behind the walnut desk was sitting a person drinking rose tea. , A steward with glasses.
The steward did not wear protective clothing, but was wearing a more serious and well-made suit. It was obvious that his status was one level higher than that of the workers who brought Bai Liu and the others.
The man raised his head and looked at Bai Liu and Liu Jiayi. There was a slowly blooming rose in the center of his eye.
The rose in the steward’s eyes was fresh and tender. It was obviously more vigorous than the dying rose in the eyes of the worker. It was commensurate with the light rose fragrance on the steward’s body. Smell it—this steward is like a fresh rose bud emitting a faint fragrance.
"Are you new workers?" The steward put down the tea cup and looked at Bai Liu and Liu Jiayi a little arrogantly. "You came to the most famous rose factory in the world. You are preparing for the world's top perfume. Work, I hope you take your work seriously."
With that said, the steward took out two contracts from the drawer under the desk, raised his chin and pushed them to Bai Liu and Liu Jiayi on the opposite side.
"This is our labor contract. Once you have signed the work permit, you can go to work."
Bai Liu picked up the labor contract, flipped through it quickly, then put it down, and looked at the steward with an unclear look: "No working hours are stipulated? Three meals a day and accommodation are provided for free? The salary is in rose dry leaf gas. Is this perfume to settle? Don’t you give me money?"
"Do you have any opinions?" The steward looked at Bai Liu contemptuously. "Now only the top companies in the world dare to use dried rose leaf gas as a salary for employees. Ordinary people who can't buy dried rose leaf gas work hard. They all want to enter our factory just to get perfume as a salary."
"Now you just go outside, you can exchange perfume for anything you want, food, house, jewelry, gold, even beautiful men and women, and even any rare animals. Now the whole world is doing roses for roses. Yevas went crazy."
The steward drank a sip of rose tea, the roses in his eyes were more gorgeous, and the smile on his face was weirdly proud, "Because people who don’t have perfume will wither, and money is just a pile of waste paper. This world is hard currency."
"The rose is."
Bai Liu was silent for a second, and he quickly bent down and signed the contract. Liu Jiayi also signed the contract silently, but the worker who led them over hesitated to leave, looking with an extremely eager look. At the bottom of the rose tea cup that has been drunk by the steward.
The steward was accustomed to pouring his teacup down, and a drop of tea dripped on the ground. The workers who led Bai Liu and the others over instantly knelt on the ground, bowing down like a dog without dignity, greedily and fanatically. The chapped tongue stretched out under the protective clothing to lick the drop of tea on the ground that was about to evaporate.
At the moment of licking the tea, the worker's black cracked tongue resembled a moisturized dry field, shrinking from the dry and cracked petal-like shape to a normal pale pink tongue.
The steward kicked away the worker's constantly licking head on the ground with disgust: "Be careful, don't let the stench on your body contaminate the fragrance of roses in my office."
The worker lay his hands on the ground and nodded and bowed, full of gratitude and joy for the gift: "Thank you for this drop of tea from the steward! This is the most fragrant rose tea I have ever drunk! It is made from dried rose flowers after extracting dried leaf gas. Bar!"
The worker exposed and drunkenly pressed on the ground that had been licked clean by his tongue and took a deep breath: "The taste is really... It's wonderful!"
As if only knowing that he would not get extra rewards for staying here, the workers reluctantly stood up and glanced at the teacup, bowed respectfully and backed down: "Guardian, then I will take the two new flower pickers with me. Go to work."
After speaking, his expression turned as if his face changed, and the worker waved his hand at Bai Liu impatiently: "Follow me!"
Bai Liu and Liu Jiayi lowered their heads and followed the worker in small steps, walking all the way to the outside of the factory.
The flower field under the night is mysterious and graceful. The blue fluorescent bugs dotted on the budding flowers. The breeze swept between the petals, making the roses undulate and collide in the night like waves. With the sound of rubbing, the dark red moist soil reflected a color that was almost moisturized by blood in the moonlight.
The workers looked at them: "This is where you work. The flower field in our factory for cultivating dry leaf roses totals 16,000 mu. One or two workers are responsible for one of the fields. You are responsible for the roses in this field. Picked."
"It’s late at night when dry leaf roses are in full bloom. This kind of rose is very sensitive to sunlight. You have to pick as many dry leaf roses as possible before they meet the first rays of sunrise and gather their petals. —Only the dried wild rose at night can produce the most beautiful and pure fragrance without impurities. The dried leaf rose after dawn has no fragrance."
The worker led Bai Liu and Liu Jiayi to the flower field, pointed to some simple tents tied up side by side in the aisle of the flower field, and said with some gloat: "Have you seen those small tents? You, the lowest-level flower pickers, are the factories? If you don’t provide dormitories for you, you have to live in these tents in the flower field. Just look around. The tents without anyone in it means that the flower picker has been fired and turned into a refugee. You just need to live in."
On the narrow ridge between the flower field and the flower field, many simple and dirty fabric tents are indeed stationed. These tents are of different sizes. It seems that they can allow up to three people to live at the same time. The tents are made of canvas, gray and blue. Originally it was a very dirt-resistant material and color, but now it is full of blood-colored dots and handprints on it.
I don't know if it was real blood, or if these workers wiped the soil on their bodies onto the tent after finishing the work.