When Qi Yifang heard Liu Jiayi suddenly say such a sentence, he looked dumbfounded: "What, what time!"
Liu Jiayi grabbed Qi Yifang's wrist and sprinted: "With your intelligence, you can't understand it for a while. If you want to pass the level, just follow me to help!"
Forced to follow Qi Yifang: "???"
Although I really didn't understand it, the little witch, you said so bluntly, it hurt me too much!
While running, Liu Jiayi's eyes were extremely calm, and she was still a little upset—such a simple mystery, she didn't even think of it until Bai Liu reminded her!
The [trueend] line of this game, when she sees the keyword "dismemberment", should reflect that it is a collecting game, just like "The Last Train of Burst", the game "Rose Factory" is below the simple upgrade line A deciphering branch line was also buried, and the clue to this deciphering branch line is the clue to collect Tavel's limbs!
The hint she got—[Before the real death, the time in you is unique and irreversible].
There is only one thing in this game that reminds her of her true death and the irreversible time-that is the post she and Bai Liu saw when they first entered the factory, the newspaper display cabinet about major events in the Rose Factory over the years!
Every expansion and expansion of the Rose Factory is accompanied by the death of countless people. It can be said to be a veritable road of bloody development. For people in this game world, this is real death, and this is irreversible time.
For outsiders such as her and Bai Liu, this time is illusory and can be reversed and changed, but if they die in this game, their time will freeze and become one of the deaths of the Rose Factory. It was recorded in the newspaper and posted on that wall-this is the key point!
Panting, Liu Jiayi found the display cabinet she had seen from the front entrance of the rose factory.
Newspapers were neatly pasted in the display cabinet. Liu Jiayi fixedly stared at the wall of newspapers. He narrowed his eyes and began to count softly from top to bottom. At the same time, with a marker, he pointed out the death incident in the air. The date and time are marked out.
After Liu Jiayi had marked all the numbers, Qi Yifang looked at the densely packed numbers representing death, and couldn't help but feel a little numb behind his back.
I still don’t think it was sorted out. After being sorted out by Liu Jiayi, Qi Yifang also found that something was wrong—the distribution of numbers representing time looks very neat on the horizontal and vertical columns, and the shape is faintly similar to a square.
"Sure enough, the range of the number of rows and columns with the date of death is 400*400." Liu Jiayi took a step back. She looked at the wall she had drawn, and exhaled with dignity, "It happens to be from the Rose Factory. The number of acres of flower fields is 16 thousand."
At this point in the decryption process, everything is clear. Tavel’s dismembered body is buried under the flower field, and every number on the newspaper wall corresponds to a flower field — now the problem is here, Tavel’s body will be buried Which, or below which number
There are ten numbers from 0-9. What number would the neuropathic person who buried Tarvel pick out, or just a few of those numbers, and bury him
Is his birthday? Was it the day he acquired the property of his adoptive parents, his wife, or the day he bought the idol
What number is of special significance to him
no! Too many numbers! There are no special marks and typical numbers that performative serial murderers like to show repeatedly in this guy's diary! Can't judge!
Liu Jiayi wrinkled her face, she gritted her teeth and re-examined the entire digital wall.
There was a deafening sound of fighting 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 staying tottering. The lights and walls were shaking violently, and there was dust. with
The rubble fell from the wall, seeming to collapse completely in the next second.
Thinking in such an environment is obviously not an easy task, especially when you know that your teammate Bai Liu is playing against someone whose panel value is dozens of times higher than him.
Even Qi Yifang, an outsider who knew nothing about who was fighting with, couldn't help being vigilant and guarded. He took out his own weather vane and looked around: "What's going on?"
Liu Jiayi took a deep breath, abandoning all her complicated thoughts against the violently turbulent background, and closed her eyes.
No, her thinking is wrong.
She shouldn't think about the problem from the perspective of a crazy boss in the game. This is a conventional decryption idea, but it is not applicable 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. Bai Liu has already told her that all the designs in this game, including this neurotic generation factory The purpose is to stimulate Bai Liu to achieve a certain goal of the designer.
If you think about it from this angle, what number would the people behind choose to bury the body of a person with special meaning to Bai Liu
The gravel fell from Liu Jiayi's face, and Qi Yifang anxiously called to her: "Little witch! This house is going to be untenable!"
Liu Jiayi opened her eyes: "It's six!"
Bailiu's former name is Bailiu!
"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 one on the right!"
Qi Yifang coughed over his mouth and made an OK gesture. In the case of a sandy settlement, he used a weather vane to block the top of his head, approaching the display cabinet and quickly remembered it.
On the right, Liu Jiayi was lying on the display cabinet on the right, her eyes turned quickly, and her mouth whispered silently, and she also quickly remembered.
Towards the end of their shorthand, there was a loud noise in the corridor next to it. A twisted humanoid object smashed through the walls of the corridor and broke into a huge pit on the ground of the open square.
Accompanied by the crisp sound of bone cracks in the limbs, the person who was smashed in made a heart-piercing cry of pain at the same time.
He was quickly smashed into the pit, bleeding from the seven orifices of this person, his chest was sunken, and his head and pupils slowly turned to death, spreading to death.
Liu Jiayi turned her head back tightly, and she saw that the person who had just died in the pit had a familiar face to her.
Wearing the uniform of the Heresy, his light-colored eyes were dull and dull, his face was blue and bloodless, his limbs were twisted in a strange posture, and the badge on his chest was soaked with blood, but Liu Jiayi still recognized him—
—This person is Su Chao.
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Fifteen minutes ago, in another corridor separated by an open-air plaza, Bai Liu who leaned against the wall and raised his hands weakly to surrender and Tang Erda who raised his gun facing him face-to-face.
"I admit defeat, how about a short break? Captain Tang, can you take a break and hit me again?" Bai Liu leaned against the wall leisurely, he smiled and smiled as he held the gun and hit him at Tang Er, and stretched out his hand. Don't fire Tang Er's/gun, "You won't use this gun temporarily, how about putting it away?"
Bai Liu's body was seriously injured. There were blood oozing from the beaten internal organs at the corner of his mouth, and dragged abrasions on his face, but there were no gunshot wounds. They were all injuries from a physical collision. Tang Erda didn't want to shoot so easily. Solve him.
Perhaps the once captain of the third team didn't even think that he actually chose the way he hated and hated his enemies the most.
But no matter how he tortured Bai Liu, he couldn't see the same pain on Bai Liu's face.
Bai Liu was always calm, even looking at him with a smile. It was the opponent who was tortured, but Tang Er hit every punch, every time he hit Bai Liu's abdomen and face hard to hear the pain of the opponent. He seemed to suffer thousands of times more than Bai Liu's muffled sound.
Tang Erda felt painful because of torturing others, and angry because some innocent people were tortured inexplicably. This was his original intention of choosing to be a member of the heresy. Even if he is mad, there is no way to change things.
But now the anger and pain were indistinguishably intertwined on his face, and Tang Erda, who was looking directly at Bai Liu, lived in the blue eyes of a monster named Bai Liu.
Even if you are a bad guy, you have to talk about talent, but unfortunately, Tang Erda doesn't have this talent.
Bai Liu raised his head and leaned against the wall, lowered his eyes to look at him with heavy breathing, with 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 Erda's face disappeared in an instant.
He looked up indifferently, and pinched Bai Liu’s wrist with his left hand to drive him to the side. He landed, folded, lifted his bones, and stepped on. Tang Erda knelt down on Bai Liu’s broken calf with Locked Bai Liu's chin with his left hand and lifted it up: "It hurts, isn't it?"
Bai Liu's face was in cold sweat with pain, but his expression was still calm: "Well, it hurts, not like you can use it."
Tang Erda's expression couldn't help but stern again: "This is the torture method you used once on Su Chao!!"
"When he was transported back, almost every bone in his body was broken! You left a tape in his stomach and told me—"
The rose in his eyes became more and more intense, but his tone was filled with bitter hatred and tears: "You said, what the fuck I do to you is just a small mess-you said you came to teach me personally, This fucking is called torture!!!"