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The sky turned dark.
The scarred Liu Jiayi and Bai Liu lie beside the flower field. They have been back for a while, and are now cultivating and restoring their lives. During the daytime battle with those refugees, Liu Jiayi and Bai Liu who had emptied their stamina were almost given away and Bai Liu was weak.
But the two of them managed to run back in the end.
After coming back, Bai Liu found a new and larger two sacks beside the flower field. It should have been the processor who came and gave them the sacks for picking roses tonight.
Liu Jiayi was still lying next to Bailiu panting: "I have about one to two hours to recover from my physical strength, so shall we wait? Or do we pick roses in the fields to attract the refugees?"
"Your plan to use the other four people requires a large number of refugees, right?" Liu Jiayi sat up on the ground. She stretched her arms back on her neck and twisted her shoulders, shaking her hands to make a warm-up movement.
She squinted at Bai Liu who was sitting next to him: "Although I think this plan is very dangerous and it is easy to overturn, you won't change it?"
Bai Liu rolled his eyes and looked at Liu Jiayi who was sitting next to him: "No."
Liu Jiayi was extremely mature, and she sighed anxiously. She was like a little old lady who was worried about the future of her laid-off son who was ineffective, holding her forehead and turning her head to look at Bai Liu:
"Occasionally I also hope that you, as an adult in your twenties, will be more sensible. Don't always think about gambling and winning, and take the path of normal small players."
"But it's too early to talk to you a C-level panel player. Wait until you grow up. Anyway, you can still rely on me now, and you can rely on yourself when you grow up (referring to the higher the panel). "
Liu Jiayi glanced at Bai Liu helplessly and shook her head.
Bai Liu: "..."
"So?" Liu Jiayi asked, "The plan you gave me is to use the refugees to attract the other four players. How can you attract the refugees without picking roses?"
Bai Liu slowly pulled out a bottle of perfume from his pocket.
Liu Jiayi stared straight at the perfume for a while, then moved his eyes to Bai Liu's face blankly: "This is our last bottle of perfume. If you waste the perfume I earned from my hard work last night, make it. Bait, I will kill you."
Bai Liu: "..."
Bai Liu tentatively opened the cap of the perfume bottle.
Liu Jiayi smiled sweetly and raised the poison: "I didn't make a joke to you, Brother Bai Liu, this is what I earned from my first part-time job. You'd better not use it for me—you have used up a bottle during the day today."
Bai Liu: "..."
This little girl is really angry... Although he does seem to be quite messy during the day today...
Thinking of what happened after the day today, Bai Liu's eyes drifted for a moment: "But perfume is indeed the fastest way to attract refugees..."
"If you knew you would use it at night, don't give it to me during the day!" Liu Jiayi couldn't bear it. "Treasure me a little bit of the fruits of our two labors! Don't always play this kind of extreme card-side game clearance for me. Method!"
Bai Liu put his hands on his thighs, knelt down in a correct posture, and Hikari apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm patronizing the pursuit of profit maximization and the cost-effective use of perfume in my mind. I didn't take our survival rate into consideration. I was wrong."
Eight-year-old Liu Jiayi pointed angrily at Bai Liu who was kneeling to apologize and cursed: "Are you a kid! Don't always rely on your own temperament!"
"Give me the survival rate as the number one rule of customs clearance! How can you play in the league where survival rate is the criterion for victory in the future like this!"
As a nanny, Liu Jiayi scolded Bai Liu, a tactician who had no calculations except for points and people's minds.
"Next time I will take the survival rate into consideration." Bai Liu nodded, pretending that he had listened to Liu Jiayi's words, and then quickly turned the topic to the task. Let’s do this first, I'll have perfume."
Said Bai Liu's hand had been put on the perfume.
Liu Jiayi: "..."
It's so perfunctory that you don't feel your sincerity in admitting your mistakes at all! ! !
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The night is getting darker.
Tang Erda held the gun vigilantly and watched around, preparing to hunt.
His sack was randomly thrown aside, containing only a few dried leaf roses, not many.
Tang Erda only picked so many roses tonight, so he stopped working, because he has figured out the rules of the game-the task of picking roses is not for players to actually pick them, but for players to plunder others through refugees The fruits of labor.
And if the 40kg rose last night, he still has the possibility of picking it. Tonight's 80kg made Tang Erda simply give up doing this kind of useless work and chose to pick up the gun and hunt the refugees all night.
But the strange thing is that at this point last night, a large number of refugees have come to attack him.
But tonight—Tang Erba walked up to the ridge and looked around. Except for the earlier time, there were still refugees attacking him. He didn't see any of them in the middle of the night.
Tang Erda frowned at the sack he had thrown aside and thought deeply--is it because he didn't pick enough roses tonight? So the effect of bait is not as strong as last night
But at this point, there are dried-leaf roses that have been picked here, so it's not that even a vagrant can't be attracted to it, right
In a map scene similar to this kind of blockbuster, with a certain mental pollution effect, experienced players will not move easily, but the situation in front of them is obviously abnormal. If there are no more refugees on Tang Erda's side, his mission tonight It will not be finished.
As a last resort, Tang Erda still chose to move. He decided to take the initiative to find the refugees who stole the roses.
The flower field at night fell into a weird silence. Tang Erda walked in a certain direction along the ridge. He saw many flower pickers who were like him in the flower field, the black gauze cover, bending over to silently picking flowers.
These people move very fast, and through the black gauze, you can vaguely see things "withering" on the face and body of these flower pickers from time to time, sliding down the gauze into the mud. They seem to be numb to this situation. Ignore it and continue to pick quickly.
Some flower pickers even had their picking hands withered and only bones left. They were still trembling and working hard. Those flower pickers whose work efficiency had been reduced had visible fear on their faces, forcing themselves to improve their picking efficiency, while coughing violently. While picking roses.
Even at this point, they are obviously not afraid of withering, but being fired-in this world, not having a job is more terrifying than death.
Tang Erda retracted his gaze of observation, and he squeezed the gun beside him tightly.
He no longer remembers how many times he had watched this cruel scene, so that when he saw it again, his heart was just a kind of indifferent, almost cold-blooded indifference.
-Or desperate powerlessness.
This is a world that cannot be changed. Once the rose dry leaf gas is widely used, there will be no room for maneuver. All ordinary people who are deceived and polluted will become the nourishment of dry leaf roses and spend their life savings and labor on it. Above this, it is still sweet.
The full moon of pure color hung above the northern sky, and the snow-colored moonlight shone dimly around with a scattered light.
But this ambiguous, soothing light white light stopped abruptly on the edge of the flower field, dividing the inside and outside of the flower field into two completely different worlds-outside the flower field is a dark and simple sketch without moonlight, and inside the flower field is Reflective oil painting with color and luster like dawn.
Crimson mature roses, dark blue cloudless sky, light pink moist land, workers who work industriously among the flower fields covered with black gauze, linger on the tip of everyone’s nose, the fragrance of roses that makes people float—everything is so Harmony, tranquility and stability.
These scenes are taken as colorful photos and published on the Internet or on newspaper headlines. Such scenes are enough to become a paradise that tempts countless people to yearn for, and even the sinful truth of the flower field will be buried.
The crumbling desperate civilians stared straight at this incredible scene, watching the media that took the money advocating the preciousness and rarity of roses, advocating the beauty and irreplaceability of this place, and let ordinary people accept perfume imperceptibly. The high price.
—After all, it is easier to resent yourself, who is incapable of buying and ugly and withered, than resenting the only beautiful place left in the world.
Yes, roses are so scarce, and the effect of rose dry leaf gas is so good. It is a matter of course that they are very expensive. They can't afford it because they have no money and ability.
It's their fault, not the rose's fault. The rose is so beautiful and so useful. How could it be wrong
-Tell them this for all the information they see.
Finally, the people who were in pain and trance began to take the rose pushed into their abyss as their final salvation, forbid everyone to speak to the preciousness of the rose, erase the existence of the rose, and make enemies of all those who deny the rose-because this is the last thing they think I hope.
When Tang Erda saw this process of self-anesthesia's demise the first time he saw it, he was angry, then disappointed, and then numb, until now he was faintly calm and mad.
A black shadow flashed past the flower field, and Tang Erda looked over it keenly.
On the ground level at the edge of the flower field, a bunch of small black dots of refugees are swaying towards a certain place in groups. The refugees are like ants attracted by sweetness, and they are no longer as scattered as they were yesterday. The ground is distributed, but surging in a certain direction.
Tang Er frowned suspiciously, and followed closely.
Following the footsteps of these refugees, after walking for a distance, I saw a scene that made people get goosebumps-a perfume placed in the middle of a flower field, surrounded by refugees with tentacles and white teeth roaring.
But no matter how hard these refugees use, they are like being blocked by a layer of invisible glass, unable to reach the perfume placed inside.
This scene made Tang Erda instantly think of a prop-[Magic Space]!
This is a trap made to lure them over!
This thought made Tang Erda pull out the gun without hesitation, wanting to explode the perfume in the "glass window" with one shot.
But the moment he drew his gun, Tang Erda felt an indescribable bondage—it was like the air on his left and right sides condensed out of thin air, forming an extremely narrow glass plank road, which made his original smooth motion of drawing a gun. Stopped for a second or two.
[System Tip: Player Bai Liu stretches (Magic Space) to trap player Tang Erda]