In the end, Tang Erda still didn't pull the trigger.
The factory worker told him that this was the only way for him to be promoted to factory worker and then to perfumer. It was the core instrument for the operation of the entire rose factory.
Tang Erda has reason to believe that this magical heart is also related to the main mission of the game—[Becoming a Factory Manager].
When he saw this heart, he felt uncontrollable. It was like a killing intent induced from the bottom of his heart. This is abnormal. It was a bit like something deliberately making him move and kill. He is a little uncomfortable.
And this heart, if it wasn't a monster he judged, but just a contaminated innocent heart
Tang Erda hadn't seen this kind of thing before, so he thought for a moment, controlled the sudden killing intent in his heart, calmly put down the gun, determined to find out the source of the game pollution before making a decision.
Under the guidance of the factory worker, Tang Erda took a bottle of rose essence, went up the stairs and dumped it down. The staff next to him who was responsible for guarding the instrument looked at Tang Erda's hand nervously, placing his hand on the sluice and ready to pull it down at any time. —The movement made by Bai Liu before has left a big shadow on him.
Tang Erda's perfume stock dripped down with only a faint rose red.
The factory workers and the guard employees who were waiting for the result were disappointed and relieved at the same time—but this was a good result.
It's just that there is too much difference compared to the processing worker inspected by the previous one.
"You don't have much talent, but it is not entirely hopeless to be promoted to factory worker, because the May Rose Festival is coming and we are very short of factory workers." The factory worker who led Tang Erda in raised his head and looked at him. "You need to go through the test paper again. If you are sure that you have a certain basic talent, you can get a positive."
Tang Erda frowned: "What kind of incense paper test?"
At the same time, in the factory worker's office on the third floor.
Bai Liu raised his eyes and looked at the factory engineer behind the desk: "What does the test paper test mean?"
The director of the factory replied: "In order to confirm that your talent is enough, you can upgrade and become a perfumer's test. The main reason is that we don't dare to take the instrument to risk again. Although the accuracy of the test paper is not as high as the instrument. , But you can also determine a rough range."
"However, judging from your destructive power to the instrument, you are likely to break the test paper during the test."
The factory director placed his fingers on the table with his fingers crossed. He looked at Bai Liu and tapped the application form on the table: "Although the test paper is a precious and non-renewable resource for any perfumer, you His talent is really as remarkable as in this application, it’s worth our risk of losing a test paper for another test."
A test 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. The test paper in his impression is a kind of hard board paper similar to pH test paper. It has good water absorption and can absorb perfume better and lasts for a long time. Keep the aroma on top.
Put a piece of perfume-dipped test paper about ten centimeters in front of the tip of your nose and fan it to better smell the pure perfume or the smell of spices. 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 "pian" or "zhang", but it should be "one".
Bai Liu did not ask back, but waited for the director to continue.
"Next, if you are in good health, then we will continue the inspection." The director of the factory nodded to the factory worker who had led Bai Liu to perform instrument testing before turning his head to look at Bai Liu, "I will let this Take you to the next floor, which is the place where the test paper and the rose sentenced prisoners are held, to test the test paper."
After speaking, the director handed the factory worker a bunch of keys and said, "Take him down and have a look."
Rose death row prisoner Bai Liu knew what was going on.
He has been popularized by the group of refugees about this concept before. If the rose factory is willing to take over the prisoners who have violated the death penalty ordinances related to dry leaf rose, and accept these prisoners to exchange some kind of labor for their right to survive, then these prisoners can be turned into Life imprisonment, and the Rose Factory has the full power to take over the right to life and the right to use these people.
But detaining the test paper... and the measure word unit of "a"...
An unpleasant feeling faintly loomed in Bai Liu's heart. He remembered an idea he didn't like very much, and the stubborn malice that the game designer had directed at him from beginning to end, which made the smile on Bai Liu's face fade a lot. .
The factory workers led the white willow down, and they crossed the corridor they had walked through when they came before, and before reaching the corridor of the dormitory, they turned around in a very dark corner.
There is a wooden door that smells completely different from the smell of the entire rose factory. It is not fragrant at all, but has a particularly foul smell.
The factory worker took out a bunch of keys, selected one of them, and inserted them into the wooden door. The wooden door creaked and opened slowly. A sour sweat of meat and clothes came over, smelling a bit like biogas.
The wooden door is facing a downward staircase and is concealed into the bottomless darkness. The stone walls on both sides of the staircase are extremely narrow, and a not-so-bright dim yellow light bulb is installed on it for a certain distance, but it is only used to illuminate it. The effect was lackluster, Bai Liu glanced away, he couldn't see it at most ten meters.
It seemed that this situation had been anticipated long ago. When the factory worker came down, he brought a flashlight and led Bai Liu down under the light.
As he walked, the factory worker began to teach Bailiu Science: "This is the first floor in the factory. Only senior factory workers and perfumers are qualified to enter here."
Bai Liu estimated that he had walked down about 20 meters before reaching the bottom. He looked up and saw a place with a structure very close to the prison.
There is a small path in the middle of the damp and gloomy ground. There are iron fences like cages on the left and right. They are embedded into the wall one by one, sticking to the inside and extending inward. Inside are some condemned prisoners who are neither human nor ghost.
The reason why Bai Liu would describe them this way is because they are like the refugees Bai Liu saw in the rose field, and the human form is no longer visible.
These death row prisoners made some vague noises in their mouths, as if they wanted to reach out their hands to catch Bai Liu and the factory workers who walked past the middle aisle, but they were so weak that they could not move at all. They watched the factory workers walking by with Bai Liu. Lie on the ground and struggled weakly twice, only to let out a mournful, desperate roar.
This roar even made Bai Liu feel that they were not reaching out to ask them for help, but asking them to give him a happy life.
Some are dead, lying on their backs on the ground with their eyes open and their mouths open. They are rotten to the point that only some pieces of hatched maggots are left. There is the sound of flies flying around on their bodies. Not surprisingly, they should have come from the corpses. The maggots hatched.
What's strange is that most of the dead bodies here still have a structure that can clearly see their facial expressions, then most of these corpses have a satisfied smile on their faces.
It's like being alive is an extremely painful and tormenting thing for them. They seem to have waited for the moment of death for too long and too long, and finally waited for such happiness.
Bai Liu's gaze slowly flicked over the death row prisoners who committed the crime of roses, one by one, as if he wanted to read something from their expressions.
The factory worker seemed to have noticed Bai Liu’s gaze, and could not help but turned his head to justify two sentences: “The factory has no hobby to abuse these death row prisoners. After the factory takes over these death row prisoners, we will give them perfume almost every day to allow them to survive-this The treatment is better than most flower pickers."
"Oh, isn't it?" Bai Liu asked indifferently, "Speaking of which, you are philanthropists. You are free to perfume these criminals. Why don't you ask if they want to die or be taken over by you? ?"
The factory worker was stubbornly stubborn by Bai Liu, and said nothing.
The Rose Factory is definitely not a factory that wastes perfume and good deeds. They did not take over all the executed prisoners, but took over some of them. This shows that there is a problem here-inferred from the point of interest, the Rose Factory took over. Certain characteristics of these executed prisoners should be beneficial to the development of this factory.
Bai Liu didn't know exactly what this "profit" was at first-after all, no matter how you think about it, it is not a shrewd business for someone who spends perfume to raise some labors is not high.
But now he finally understands what this "profit" is.
The factory worker was silent for a while, sighed, and spoke in embarrassment: "... These death row prisoners are specially selected by the factory and have certain resistance to rose perfume."
"... Even if these people are corroded by perfume, they will not easily show signs of addiction to perfume. They insist on themselves, abide by their heart, and would rather die than succumb to the dry leaf rose gas easily-in fact, the reason why they are because Most of the crimes caught were to develop the antidote to rose perfume."
The factory worker was quiet for a while, and then said: "When most people have succumbed to the addictive nature of rose perfume, except for instruments, it is difficult for us to specifically test a rose through the test paper of ordinary perfume. The concentration and holding power of the perfume."
"Because perfumers are highly addicted people, it is difficult to distinguish the quality of a perfume through their own reaction to perfume. Numb."
"But you have also seen 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 infer the effectiveness of this perfume through the painful reaction of these people-we call this type of population test paper."
As the factory worker said, he led Bai Liu to go deeper: "The test papers you just saw were about to be scrapped. They are almost unable to hold it, but they can still use it once or twice, but I brought you through a special passage this time. The test paper you used is one of the oldest test papers in our factory."
As he said, the factory worker sighed: "These old brand test papers are almost gone. Yesterday it was said that for the May Rose Festival, a perfumer tested a bottle of special perfume and scrapped another one. I have already moved to the low-level peripheral area, but this time you use the highest quality test paper from our factory. He looks good in spirit and his rejection of rose perfume is also very stable."
Speaking of this, the factory worker couldn't help but sigh: "I have never seen such a stable rejection of rose perfume. They have been so painful, or never change their rejection of rose perfume. The firmness of the mind is admirable."
"The May Rose Festival has 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 been weakened a lot, but the rejection has not changed for ten years."
"I doubt if this kind of person is really human, and it's too stubborn."
Bai Liu didn't say a word. He looked at the death row prisoners around him, his eyes darkened, and finally he said lightly: "I also think it's too stubborn."
The factory worker did not 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 cage around the tunnel became larger and larger, and the living facilities inside became more and more complete, becoming more and more like a room for a person to live temporarily.
Finally, the factory worker stopped by a separate cage. This cage was larger, and the bed was placed in the innermost position. The "test paper" inside was hidden in the dark and it was hard to see, only a body sitting next to the bed could be vaguely seen. Rickety humanoid black outline.
This cage is much neater than other cages. There are two old and yellowed clothes hanging on the fence. There are also some books, paper and pens, and a few scattered cigarette cases and cigarette cases on the table inside. Already empty.
The factory worker who led Bai Liu here looked at the cage, which was not as clean as 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 can maintain it. This kind of reason."
"This is the test paper you tested today." The factory worker took out the key and inserted it into the keyhole.
At the same time, in another tunnel separated by a wall, another factory worker led Tang Erda into it, chattering endlessly, proudly explaining to him the dungeon of the Rose Factory.
Tang Erda looked at the death row prisoners in these cages, his brows furrowed so that he could pinch flies-he subconsciously drew out his gun as soon as he saw these death row prisoners, but soon he realized this. The difference between death row prisoners and rose refugees.
But this difference made his brows furrowed even more.
-These guys, although they have been eroded and contaminated by perfume to this point, they are all sober. They are struggling to fight the rose perfume that corrodes their consciousness.
This factory worker walked in front of Tang Erda, knocked on the iron door of a cage, and said with envy: "You guy is lucky. This is an old test paper that is about to be scrapped. Yesterday, he was beaten by a senior. A bottle of perfumer's special grade perfume has been used for testing. It looks half-dead now, and it can be used to test you."
Tang Er turned his head to look inside this gloomy cage.
There was no light in the dungeon, and the visibility was extremely low. He could only roughly see a humanoid figure with his back on the wall, his body undulating faintly with his breathing, and a stench that was almost decaying came from the person's body. Diffuse, the factory worker waved the tip of the air in disgust.
This person, or that only one arm and half of the face on this test paper showed a shadow, exposed to the weak light, and could probably be seen, so Tang Erda raised his head and looked at the opponent's hand and face.
Almost all the hands have been cracked, dark, bloody lines have been spreading from the tiger’s mouth to the elbow, the exposed half of the face is even more unrecognizable, peeling and bloody, the light-colored eyes are scattered, and there is no focus at all. Tang Erda outside the fence looked at each other.
For a moment, an unspeakable fear surged into Tang Erda's heart—this half of his face, this half of his bloody face, he seemed to have seen it in a nightmare world line, which made Tang Erda The hand holding the gun shivered uncontrollably and convulsively.
Tang Erbeat's chest was still violently ups and downs, but his breathing almost stopped, as if he was frozen, standing still, staring straight at this face.
□□Slid from his palm, turned into a light spot and fell to the ground.
But the factory worker didn't notice the abnormality of Tang Er hitting, he inserted the key into the revolving hole.
The door covered with dust and rust opened slowly in front of Bai Liu and Tang Er Da at the same time.
The factory worker stepped aside so that Bai Liu behind him could see the scene inside the cage, and handed him the flashlight on his hand. He tilted his head and signaled Bai Liu to enter. He waited outside by himself and explained, "We are on our side. The smell of the rose is too strong, which will interfere with the test paper. Generally, it is enough to go in alone."
"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 about it and added, "Although this test The incense paper sometimes says strange things to people who come to the test, but overall it is very cooperative."
Bai Liu nodded to indicate that he knew. 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.
As Bai Liu walked in, the beam of the flashlight slowly approached the bed from the ground. In the pale halo, a pair of white Liu’s familiar old leather shoes appeared first, then a pair of white-washed uniform pants, and then swept up. A person can be seen holding an unlit cigarette butt, sitting on the edge of the bed with his head down.
The man’s face and arms have been completely deformed, the joints of his fingers are bare, the bones covered with tentacles, his breathing is so subtle as to be almost nothing, his face is pale, his eyes are prominent, and the two sides of his handsome cheeks are originally square. It dented, as if it hadn't eaten meat for decades, it was so thin that there was almost only a skeleton left.
Bai Liu had never seen him like this when they had the most miserable life.
Even if this person gave a lot of food to Bai Liu when he was in the orphanage, he has never been so hungry and haggard.
There is only one pair of eyes, still unchanged, gentle and firm, without a rose growing inside.
Bai Liu finally spoke. He pointed the flashlight at this man's head, his tone of voice did not fluctuate at all: "Lu Yizhan, you finally have no money to buy cigarettes, right?"
This person finally looked up. He looked at Liu Jiayi who was standing in front of him in a daze. Then he was dazed for a while, as if he had suddenly reacted. He scratched his head in embarrassment, and said to himself stupidly. Language: "Ah, did I see the hallucinations just now?"
"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 said, Lu Yizhan reluctantly moved his hands to the side of the bed, and he looked closer curiously. A few shots of Bai Liu with no emotion on his face.
Bai Liu looked at him blankly.
Then Lu Yizhan suddenly bent his eyes and smiled softly, and stretched out the already boneless hand to Bai Liu: "But even if it's an illusion, I'm still quite happy."
"Because even in the world of illusion, we haven't seen each other for a long time, Bai Liu."