In a room with a color and luster close to dark red, cold water pipes rushed from all directions to the center, like twisted and ferocious snakes, these pipes bypassed some of the wood at the top of the room, reducing the beam-like supporting structure. Tangle down and fall to the center of the room.
In the center of the room stood a huge glass-making, copper-iron-clad exhibition cabinet, which Bai Liu had seen once, filled with an unknown viscous liquid.
That was the first time he saw Tavier in the museum of "Sirren Town", used to install the display cabinet of the other party, and at this moment, in this game called "Rose Factory", the same What’s in her showcase is no longer the beautiful and rotten mermaid, but a bright red, beating heart.
The cold cold water metal pipes were drilled through the small openings at the top of the display cabinet and connected to the openings of the aorta, pulmonary artery, pulmonary vein, main vein, and superior and inferior vena cava of the heart, and then used some kind of staple-like device Fixed on the blood vessel wall.
The pipes are turned into steel and iron blood vessels, and the "blood vessels" are surging with a certain pink liquid exuding the fragrance of roses, just like the color of blood after carbon monoxide poisoning, and the color of the heart is as bright as a soldering iron, and the heart is branched by hard blood vessels. Standing, suspended in the center of the display cabinet, it beats regularly and calmly.
-That was the old friend of Bai Liu who had reunited after a long absence, and was given the name of the evil god, the heart of the monster called Tavel.
Bai Liu's vague memory was clear for a moment in front of this bright red heart.
He remembered that he was still a white six. When he first met Sheta, he had a mischievous smile, lying on the front table of the church, nodding Sheta's heart, and asking Sheta badly—【You say you It's a monster that won't die. If someone, like me, deliberately dig out your heart, will you die? 】
And Sheta answered him without any waves—[No, my heart will beat on your hand. 】
He has never deceived Bai Liu, and Tavel will certainly not die, but the place where his heart beats is no longer in Bai Liu's palm, but in a game full of roses and destruction.
Tavel's heart was like a thorn in the disappearance of a dry leaf rose, appearing abruptly at the moment when the white willow was nowhere to be found, and pierced the heart of the man who once claimed to be taking it out with his own hands.
The factory worker who led Bai Liu brought forward the unresponsive Bai Liu, and led him to a wooden staircase behind the heart display cabinet.
Bai Liu was standing on the first floor of the stairs, and he could reach the openings where the pipes reached into the exhibition cabinets by reaching out.
The factory worker explained to him the next steps: "Respect the instrument and use it carefully. Don't touch the pipes above. The inside is filled with the original perfume liquid that has been extracted and distilled. It is still hot. It takes the heart cycle to become a perfumer. The raw materials that can be used, but the effectiveness of this raw material is not strong, and it is still far from the low-level perfume. It needs to be configured by a talented perfumer to become stronger."
"Next, we will give you a perfume stock that has not been recycled, and let you drop it in this glass cabinet. If the stock has a certain degree of discoloration, it means that you have the talent to use this instrument. The darker the color, the more you adjust it. The talent of the incense master is stronger." The factory worker looked at Bai Liu, "If you are sure that you have the talent, you can be promoted to the factory worker."
The factory worker put a small bottle of original perfume liquid in Bai Liu's palm, carefully pushed open the crowded pipes, revealing a small opening, and gave him a light push: "Try it now."
Bai Liu held the original perfume liquid in his palm and looked down at the heart motionlessly, without any emotion in his eyes.
The heart was beating "dongdongdong" under his eyes, as if it was still in Sieta's chest.
The factory worker looked at Bai Liu, who was motionless, questioningly: "Processor No. 70365, why are you still not going down?"
I don't know if it was his illusion. He always felt that the processing worker, who had always been calm, seemed to start to... get angry at the moment he saw this instrument.
Although there was no change in his expression, his aura suddenly became terrifying.
Obviously the appearance of a little girl, but it made him, an adult, dare not urge him big or small, and only dare to remind politely-if someone usually had such ink stains during the test, he would have sweared a long time ago.
The instrument is very precious and should not be exposed for a long time as this will contaminate the instrument.
Bai Liu stepped forward at the urging of the factory worker, raised his hand flatly without expression, then changed his hand and dripped the original liquid from the opening.
A drop of the rose-red original liquid fell into the glass cabinet, and as the viscous liquid was washed away with layers of ripples, the rose-red color deepened and expanded.
The factory worker's eyes widened in astonishment, and he looked at Bai Liu blankly and incredulously.
But this is just a prelude change.
Soon, a gust of wind that did not know where it came from swept through this confined space, and the drop of the original liquid dripping into the display cabinet was like a very dense pigment, which began to spread and thicken with a strange curvature of the pigment. Gradually deepen one by one.
The liquid spreads from a rose red that is close to pink, into a deep rose red, and then into a light red, and finally when the original liquid spreads to the heart, it has become a mature rose red.
At the same time, as the color in the glass cabinet became thicker, the speed of the heartbeat began to increase, accelerating the speed of pumping liquid.
The pipes fixed on the wall began to be unable to withstand the pressure pumped by the heart, and the joints of the pipes began to seep "blood" and shook, and they seemed to fall off soon. The thick glass turned red with the color, "cracking". Cracks appeared.
The factory worker panicked and called to the employee who was guarding the instrument. This employee was also a little confused when he encountered this situation for the first time.
These are thick metal pipes and bulletproof glass!
"Put the water and change the tank!" the employee shouted, and suddenly pulled down the gate at hand.
Suddenly, the lid under the glass cabinet opened, and at the same time an underground water outlet opened. The reddish liquid inside was poured out clean. Almost at the same time, the box outside was lifted up, and a newer and stronger box came from below. Raise, inject liquid, and suspend the heart again.
When Bai Liu was changing the water, he was taken by the factory worker to the next room. This scene of changing the liquid did not allow too many people to be present in order to avoid pollution.
Just as the factory worker was frightened by what had just happened, he inadvertently caught Bai Liu smiling.
—It was a grimly, demonic smile that seemed to have received a response from the heart instrument of the living dead.
The smile on the immature face of a blind girl with gray eyes looked particularly chilling.
He didn't even dare to ask what the little girl was laughing at. He just remembered what he had just seen, and vaguely judged that the factory had ushered in the most talented perfumer ever.
That color is already unique to the special perfume.
The factory worker swallowed nervously. He tremblingly in the small room next to the instrument, with his hand still stained with the original liquid, he wrote down an application form—
—[Dear superiors, perfumers, one of the three processing workers selected today to test the talent of the perfumer caused a very serious accident. During the test, she accidentally installed it The glass cabinet of the instrument is cracked. This sounds like an unforgivable thing and must be sentenced to death...】
[... But please allow me to argue for this processor. This is indeed excusable. I hereby write an application form requesting that you not only not sentence her to death, but also promote her as a perfumer... 】
[... In this test, the red color given by the instrument is a ruby-like, blood-like, deep and beautiful red that I have never seen before. If I didn’t pretend to be guessing, this one accidentally committed something. The wrong processor will be the most talented perfumer in our rose factory since its establishment. 】
[We know how unfortunate it is for perfumers in this world, how close to death is a profession, selected by the organs of the dead, producing the perfume of death, and finally going to hell in the fragrance of death. 】
[This processing worker is the most deadly person I have ever seen. There is no one. She was born for death and is a genius of this profession-obviously I and the instrument think so. So far, please consider my proposal carefully. . 】
[The May Rose Festival is approaching, we have never needed a perfumer who can produce special perfumes like we do now. 】
After writing down this application, the factory worker hurriedly took Bai Liu to the office on the third floor and began to go through the formalities related to the conversion of a processing worker to a factory worker.
At the same time, another factory worker took Tang Erda, who had been replaced with disinfection protective clothing, and walked into the instrument storage room that had been reorganized again.
Tang Er frowned and stared at the room-he recognized the irregularities in the structure of the room just like Bai Liu.
The room in this game looks exactly the same as the room numbered [0001] in the artificially constructed organization of Dangerous Heresy.
His gaze swept across the dark red instrument storage room full of cooling pipes, and finally fixed in the center of the room, placed in a huge glass display cabinet, a strange, isolated heart that links these cooling pipes— This heart is still beating.
Tang Erda has many years of experience dealing with dangerous heretics and the memory of clearing countless games, but he has never seen such a strange heresy or a monster, whether in reality or in the game.
It seems that as long as this heart is allowed to beat for one more second, his heartbeat frequency will be bewitched, and gradually it will be in line with the beating of this evil heart.
The experience of dealing with these evil heretics for many years has allowed Tang Erda to develop extremely keen intuition. He looked at the beating heart, his brows were twisted deeper and deeper, his hands stretched behind him, and the concentrated light spots formed. The palm of Tang Er's hand condensed into a silver pistol.
The muzzle was aimed at the heart from an imperceptible angle.