May Rose Day.
The open-air plaza of the rose factory was well-dressed and decorated with thorny rose canes and dried flowers. No one of the staff coming and going had roses in their eyes, and they were carrying unnecessary perfume-making equipment and throwing them out with joy.
Bai Liu looked pale and sat beside the withered flower field. He had not recovered from the previous sacrifice ceremony that sucked a lot of his blood.
Liu Jiayi and Tang Er were standing behind Bai Liu.
"I didn't expect you to be so self-sacrificing, you actually put yourself in." Liu Jiayi bent and sat down and leaned against Bai Liu, shaking her feet, and sighed, "- so much blood has grown. Ganoderma lucidum, and now you have come up with the horrible idea of making blood Ganoderma lucidum into perfume spray, which can save a lot of people."
"But not all." Tang Er interrupted Liu Jiayi's words hard.
Liu Jiayi rolled her eyes, and just about to open her mouth, Bai Liu said with a smile, his eyes looked far away: "I have given them the way, they chose [Poison] by themselves, and want to leave. There is always a price to go back to the [antidote] road."
"Are you going to let them cultivate blood ganoderma by themselves?" Tang Erda quickly understood Bai Liu's implication, and he knelt down, frowning to retort, "But the blood ganoderma cultivation method is too dangerous and requires special children's blood..."
"If there is no dry leaf rose, that is indeed the case." Bai Liu bent a leg half-bend, lazily leaning his chin on his knee, "but dry leaf rose and blood ganoderma are companion plants, □ leaf rose For people who have been polluted, their blood has a miraculous effect on blood ganoderma."
Tang Er retorted, "How do you know."
Facing the wind blowing in the flower field, Bai Liu squinted his eyes comfortably: "Have you not noticed that when the blood ganoderma is growing, even the rose liquid is absorbed? And it grows extremely luxuriantly."
"The hint of the game is already obvious." Bai Liu turned his head, raised his jaw and looked at Tang Erda, "-Like Tavel, poison grows from the desire of these people's hearts, but the antidote is also hidden. In their own body."
"It's just to see how they choose." Bai Liu turned his head and said lightly, "-see if they have the courage to choose the thorns to surround the bone, pierce the heart, and save their own [antidote] path."
Bai Liu stood up with Liu Jiayi's support. He patted the mud and grass clippings on his trouser legs:
"No matter good or bad, people always have to pay for their choice." Bai Liu turned around to look at the startled Tang Er, and smiled, "It's just that they never had a choice. I gave them one more choice. Essentially. Say, how the world develops is not something you or I can decide."
Bai Liu looked at behind Tang Erda, those who rushed to him happily: "—It was decided by those who made the choice besides you and me."
"Mr. Bai!!"
"Mr. Bai—we are ready to display the May Rose Festival!"
"!! Slowly go Mr. Bai! Your injury has not recovered yet!"
These people witnessed the tragic scene of Bai Liu bleeding and saving them, and now they can't wait to hold Bai Liu to the apex of their hearts. Bai Liu would make a fuss for a long time when he walked, and walked respectfully to the position of one step behind Bai Liu, guarding him carefully.
"The May Rose Festival was held as scheduled according to your instructions. We destroyed all the perfumes in the rose factory, leaving only those special perfumes to be auctioned at the Rose Festival."
"—The people who came to the Rose Festival this time are all the top rich. They all made their fortunes from certain links in the dry leaf rose production chain. They promote rose perfumes all over the world. Enjoy for yourself—"
"Now they are all waiting in the piazza, waiting for you to pass."
This is another point that Tang Er Da could not understand Bai Liu. He stepped forward to Bai Liu's side: "You have destroyed most of the roses and perfumes, why do you want to leave these special perfumes?"
Bai Liu tidyed up the shirt on his chest, and smiled at Tang Er Da with an unexplained smile, in a loose tone: "- It is fair to always give everyone the same choice."
The person in front led Bai Liu from the inside of the factory to the back of the square, and opened the back door, revealing a small step that helped Bai Liu to take the stage. Excited, he bowed his head and honored Bai Liu to pull the opening cloth:
"Sir, they are waiting for you in front."
Bai Liu stepped onto the steps without hesitation, and the sun shone on his almost transparent face due to excessive blood loss.
In front of him was a small wooden speech table tailored for him, with the microphone standing upright next to his mouth, underneath was a crowd of gorgeously dressed dignitaries who waited almost impatiently.
Bai Liu smiled, he lowered his eyes to the microphone, and his hoarse voice spread through the speakers in the open air square:
"Long waiting, distinguished guests."
"I am the new agent of the Rose Factory, Bai Liu."
After giving a brief introduction, Bai Liu waved his hand to the left. He politely pointed to a pile of blood Ganoderma lucidum mother strips that had been cut into 1 to 2 centimeters long on a wooden board, and introduced in an orderly manner:
"The one on your left is the new product we have just developed. It can also be said to be a by-product of rose perfume. Its fresh branches are cut and dried, and the sharp thorns on it still retain vigorous vitality."
Bai Liu raised his eyes and looked around at the people below: "I believe you must be curious why I want to introduce a section of thorns like this. Next, I want to tell you its value-this small section of thorns can relieve the addiction of rose perfume to the human body. Influence."
There was a sudden commotion. After a brief discussion, a person sitting in the front row raised his hand sternly: "Agent, I am willing to pay for this thorny patent, you can't promote it on a large scale!"
"Yes, yes! If this thing is widely promoted, the perfume won't be sold..."
"I just controlled a high-ranking official with perfume, and I can rely on it to be promoted..."
"You don't need to worry so much." Bai Liu interrupted the discussion in the audience with a smile, "This thorn must be used, and the side effects are also very strong-it needs to be swallowed, and then always endure the pain of the thorn growing in the body and suck blood. It makes you feel weak, and finally you can get a mature drug solution."
"And only because this thorn has a requirement for blood purity, just like an organ transplant, only one's own blood can nourish the medicine to detoxify oneself."
"So everyone who comes to buy thorns to detoxify must be prepared to die in pain."
The people below fell silent again.
Standing behind the scenes, Liu Jiayi lifted a small piece of cloth and looked at Bai Liu on the stage. He couldn't help but be speechless: "Bai Liu, this guy is really wicked."
Although she was scolding Bai Liu, Liu Jiayi's face was obviously with a playful smile: "It is obviously blood ganoderma used by investors to exploit children, and this guy's blood purity has transformed them into self-torture by these investors. "
"Thorns, Bai Liu actually thought of using thorns to plant and cultivate in the human body." Liu Jiayi sighed again and again, "He is really a torturing genius."
"What the hell is he going to do?" Tang Erda couldn't understand more and more.
Liu Jiayi looked up at the stupid man speechlessly: "Have you not seen it yet?"
Tang Er twitched his eyebrows and thought deeply: "...What do you see?"
Liu Jiayi put his eyes close to the seam behind the curtain, with an unconcealable grin on her face: "He is passing on the choices that the person behind the scenes let him make to others—"
"—He is letting these people make their own choices."
Bai Liu waved his hand again, this time he waved to the right.
The display table on the right is neatly stacked and stacked into a hill of super perfumes. The beautiful diamond-shaped perfume glass bottles shine in the sun, and the light pink liquid flowing inside is as beautiful as a dream.
"Of course, we have prepared the premium perfumes for auction according to the usual practice. This time, the perfumes are all made by me personally. They are very concentrated premium perfumes."
Bai Liu pointed to the left and right at the same time, and then smiled and said: "Antidote or poison, which one do you choose to auction?"
One after another frantic auction sounds sounded.
Some people swallowed thorns and some breathed in the dark fragrance. They quickly turned into all kinds of weird objects on the floor of the open square. The thorns pierced their hearts and spine, and the rose burned their sense and pain.
At first, someone turned into a monster uncontrollably.
When the first person who turned into a monster roared towards Bai Liu who was standing motionless on the stage, a silver bullet shot into the monster's eyebrows from behind, Bai Liu slowly lifted his eyelids, and saw the beautiful scenery of human struggling from the ground. Moved up and looked at Tang Erda who was standing at the door of the factory holding a gun and panting vigorously.
It is impossible to kill a monster to make Tang Er pant like this. What really irritates him is the people on the ground who are so painful to roll because of the growth of thorns, or because of the perfume addiction.
Ten minutes ago, these people were still a group of well-dressed, clean, top symbols in the world-and ten minutes later, they lingered like this without dignity in front of Bai Liu.
And Bai Liu didn't even force them to do anything.
Tang Erda looked at Bai Liu on the stage with a dizzy look. He opened his mouth and wanted to say that you could have saved them. He also wanted to say that if it was for punishment, you could simply kill them—
—You are torturing them, why
Bai Liu seemed to understand his eyes, and he smiled implicitly: "This is not torture. They know the consequences of their choice. I have told them to be careful with roses, whether it is thorns or flowers."
"I just let them choose, and then pay the price of the choice-this is a deal you like."
Bai Liu stepped off the stage and walked unhurriedly in front of Tang Erda against a bloody messy background, then raised his head to look at him. There was no rose or light in his dark eyes:
"—It's like someone did to me, to Tarville."
Bai Liuman casually patted Tang Erda on the shoulder, and walked out of the open plaza without looking back at him, "Help me clean it up."
Tang Erda stood there in silence, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he pulled out his gun without saying a word to clean up the monsters he had created for Bai Liu.
In other words, these monsters choose to become monsters themselves.
After experiencing such a bloody scene, Bai Liu unexpectedly began to walk beside the flower field opposite Tang Erda—he seemed to like the withered flower field very much.
Liu Jiayi followed him at his feet, backed up and whispered to him, not knowing what he was talking about, Bai Liu would curl his eyes and smile from time to time.
If it weren't for Tang Erda's eyes that were surrounded by a pile of monster limbs, he would never see that the two fellows, Bai Liu and Liu Jiayi, passed from here-this scene is too warm.
Tang Er was stunned for a moment, and when he didn't pay attention, he let a monster slip out from behind him and ran towards Bai Liu. He quickly ran up and shot the monster.
Bai Liuyun raised his eyes lightly and glanced at Tang Er, "Have you finished cleaning?"
"It's over." Tang Er squeezed the gun in his hand, exhaled, and said nonchalantly, "You don't need to be like that."
"Torture people?" Bai Liu instantly understood Tang Erda's meaning. He turned his head interestingly to examine Tang Erda, his eyes making Tang Erda's neck chill.
Bai Liu asked: "I actually have a very curious point, and it is also about torture. I saw in the mirror that I was not the only one who liked torturing people, and there was also a team member called the clown."
"But your hatred is mainly concentrated on me." Bai Liu smiled, "It is also an excessive thing, but you have an inexplicable forgiveness to the clown-you don't seem to hate him so much, why?"
Tang Er squeezed the gun in his hand and said hoarsely, "I don't know where you think I am forgiving the clown, and I hate him too."
"But unlike your hatred of me, your hatred for the clown is hatred for your accomplices, and your hatred for me is hatred for the principal criminal. The primary and secondary relationship in your hate is very clear." Bai Liu thoughtfully touched He touched his chin, "—You are not an unjust person, but there is something that makes you subconsciously feel that he does not need to be punished so severely, and this kind of thing is in line with judicial procedures—"
"—You think I'm in a position of absolute control, inducing him to commit a crime—"
Tang Erda couldn't help but stabbed Bai Liu: "You are inducing everyone to commit crimes—"
"This clown—" Bai Liu looked straight at Tang Erda, "—is there a special relationship with me?"
Tang Erda just wanted to say that they hadn't found anything, but when Bai Liu reminded him, his brows frowned, and he began to think back: "...we have guessed."
"Because the clown has the strongest follower relationship with you, he only obeys you, and is very repulsive to other people in the wandering circus."
"In... an activity where we tried to arrest you." Tang Erda seemed to have thought of something bad. He took two deep breaths to calm down. "During the battle, he even shot and wounded suddenly. After killing Mu Sicheng, then throwing Mu Sicheng to us, let us kill him."
"After research and psychological profiling, we found that he has no sense of gang to other people in the wandering circus, and has a strong hostility, and this hostility comes from these people sharing you." Tang Erda looked at Bai Liu , "—He is your clown alone."
Bai Liu raised his eyebrows: "The formation of such an excessively loyal psychological relationship requires a long-term cultivation."
"It's domestication!" Tang Erda seriously corrected Bai Liu's words.
Bai Liu Congshan accepted Tang Erda's corrections: "And it must have been a high-intensity domestication from the time of immaturity. I probably know why you have filters for him-how old is the clown?"
Tang Er had a fight: "We guessed that he was only fourteen years old when he first met you. You were 21 years old at the time."
"In the second year, his father died. At the same time, you contacted him in reality and helped him win his father’s inheritance—a huge smuggling chain that encompassed many things, such as military/fire. ."
"He worships you crazily, considers you a god, and claims to be your only believer, as the first member of your circus."
Tang Erda raised his head: "The clown called you King most of the time, but a few times he called you by other names. We guess that after his father passed away, you might become his Godfather—that is, godfather."
"Now I'm 24..." Bai Liu said softly, "If this clown is still alive, then he should—"
Tang Erda gave Bai Liu a complicated look: "The day before you entered the game "Rose Factory", it was his seventeenth birthday. In other timelines, Bai Liu held a very huge birthday party for him every year.
"You dote on him very much."
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No man's land.
The small TV keeps turning off and leaving here, members carefully explore the no-man’s land. Surrounding the towering TV mountain, they keep charging and liking the collection. They will breathe a sigh of relief when they see a small TV that goes out. .
Some members ran back and forth in different districts, broadcasting the news that the small TV that just went out was Bailiu.
A large number of small TVs of unfamiliar players flooded into the ordinary divisions, and the stunned audience seemed to realize what was going on. After looking at the forum, after understanding what was happening, they swarmed into the no-man’s land to watch the excitement.
At the same time, some of the no-man’s land players who have received funding have successfully cleared the customs, and the flow of people at the exit has gradually increased. These players who have been struggling for so long in the game do not know how long they have been alone. Weeping on the ground.
Most of these players are newcomers, they cried ventingly, and then wandered around the log-out exit ignorantly.
They have been drained of emotion and motivation by the game, and they don't know what to do or where to go. Now they are just walking dead bodies.
At this time, the people around watched in amazement as their whispered comments attracted their attention:
"Is it really out? Saved so many people?"
"Bai Liu's battles are really bigger each time..."
"Damn, I really don't understand the games of the rich! It's too ridiculous to clean up no man's land for Bai Liu!"
These people seemed to realize that they were talking about them. After a long time, a man came up with tears and asked these old players: "Excuse me, did Comrade Bai Liu just save us?"
"... It can't be said that he saved you." The player's expression is also very complicated, "but it's not because of him, you definitely can't get out."
This man seemed to have finally found a backbone, his eyes brightened surprisingly: "Then, where shall I find him?"
The man sighed: "No man's land, where you came out."