Chapter 179 The Rose Factory (Day +98w)

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date="2021-01-01"

title="Chapter 179 The Rose Factory (Day +98w) "

weight="114598"

series = ["I Became a God in a Horror Game"]

mode = "manual"

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Next to the rose flower field.

The hundreds of kilograms of roses that were expropriated piled up a hill next to the flower field. Standing in front of the rose flower field, Qi Yifang took out a direction sign that swayed with the wind and raised it to the rose mountain, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. Tone.

"...The relative humidity of the air is 78%, the temperature is 26 degrees Celsius, overcast to cloudy, there is no continuous breeze to breeze, and the wind direction is northerly...."

Qi Yifang opened his eyes abruptly. He used Da Muzhi (Thumb) to plan the wooden direction sign, with a calm tone: "Now we will start to forecast today's daytime weather."

[System Tip: Player Qi Yifang uses skills (weather broadcast)]

[Skill use range: a circular area with a local radius of ten meters]

[Skill use effect: predict the weather in a local area, and adjust the wind direction, wind force, sunshine, rain and possible weather characteristics within a certain range]

[Reminder: This skill will cause the player's physical strength and mental value to drop to a certain extent. Is the player sure to use this skill? 】

【determine. 】

The wooden direction indicator in Qi Yifang's hand fell along with the system's announcement, and it began to sway quickly from side to side, and the physical strength and mental value bars on Qi Yifang's personal panel also began to drop.

Qi Yifang exhaled and began to announce in a deep voice:

"...Today, during the day, there was a mild tornado with a wind of about 2g locally... Then there was sunshine lasting for twelve hours, with slight wind at night and cloudy.

clear……"

The weather vane in his hand fell with the voice, from swaying from left to right to spinning continuously.

A circling cold wind blows, and it strangely stagnates in a small area next to the flower field and begins to spin. It walks back and forth around the piled rose hills. Roses weighing about 2g spiral into the sky on the gentle rotation of the wind. , The lighter impurities are blown away, while the heavier impurities remain on the ground without being taken away.

The magic tornado with the weight parameter set is like a high-precision centrifuge, which perfectly separates roses and other things.

These fresh and dried Leaf rose, which took a day and a night to be picked and cleaned, took only ten minutes this time. They were cleaned and neatly stacked. The gentle tornado disappeared quickly and was brilliant. The sunlight poured down immediately, and the tick beads on the petals were shining brightly.

Qi Yifang retracted the weather vane. He looked at the pile of dried leaf roses in front of him that had entered the [drying] stage, patted the scum that was blown all over his body, turned his head with satisfaction, and laughed at the other two people.

"All have been processed, and we can enter the second link until tomorrow morning."

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Rose Factory Piazza.

A long queue lined up next to an automatic mesh sieving instrument.

This is a relatively rare modern machinery and equipment in the rose factory. You only need to pour the roses in for a few minutes to screen, and then you can get the clean dry leaf roses after sorting.

But because the Rose Factory focuses on hand-refined anti-industrial perfume brands, there are only a few such instruments, which are occupied by the old processors and regarded as their privilege.

Before, Qi Yihang and his party were also preparing to line up here to sift roses with this instrument, but they were venomously driven away by a few old processing workers. They scolded them to be lazy with the instrument when they were promoted. Sneak rape and slip, the newcomer rolls over to me and squats on the ground to pick up dead leaves!

Although Qi Yihang is not afraid of these processors, but considering that it is best not to offend npc in the game, and they also have a way to handle the work-Qi Yihang's skills.

In a game where mental value cannot be actively recovered, it is not a good choice to use skills that consume mental value to complete the task, but Qi Yifang doesn't want to cause too much trouble. Their main purpose is to save the little witch, so in the end he also takes The other two people swallowed away.

But now the situation has changed significantly.

At the moment when Second Tang, who was a tall man, walked into the queue, he noticed that he was a new worker and the old workers began to beep impatiently:

"Why are you newcomers so ignorant?! Ah?! Have to snatch our old people's equipment! What should you do?"

"That is, if you don't understand you who want to be lazy and use machinery when you just work, you won't know anything soon if you don't temper, and you will be demoted. We are all for your good."

Second Tang cast a deep glance at the processing workers who smashed him.

He didn't speak directly, but Second Tang was tall, with long and strong limbs. The original large protective clothing was worn on him like a sportswear jacket. It was not easy to provoke, but the condescending look was extremely oppressive. .

These workers were silenced by him for a moment, and they didn't speak loudly, but dared to mutter quietly.

But seeing that Second Tang was about to be in line to use the equipment, an old processing staff directly inserted into the Second Tang team, and looked back at Second Tang provocatively, then clapped his hands to let Second Tang beat the back. People also jump in the queue.

This person is obviously going to give Second Tang Mawei, not let Second Tang fight this newcomer to use the equipment.

The newcomers can use the instrument, wouldn't their work efficiency be higher? !

Originally, the elimination rate of processing workers in the rose factory was high. If they did not run on these newcomers, it would be even more difficult for them, old processing workers, to become factory workers!

We must let newcomers know the unspoken rules, use these unspoken rules to squeeze their living space, squeeze their labor results, and facilitate their own promotion-this is the conventional idea of ​​all old processors.

Although enthusiasm for such ideas and practices is no less than breaking the way for the new processors and sending them to death, the old processors don't care about it.

They even hope that the more new workers die, the better, so that no one can take their place and let them go.

Qi Yifang also encountered this kind of predicament and had to leave-they have not yet figured out the specific routine of this three-level game, and offending a large number of NPCs is not a good choice.

But Second Tang is not afraid to offend npc.

His strength is enough to make him mess around in Level 3 games, even if it’s because of this incident that Second Tang attracts a hatred value. All the processing workers in the entire Rose Factory have turned into monsters to chase and kill Second Tang, Second Tang. It is also certain that the processor who becomes a monster will die in the end, not him.

So Second Tang moved the sack containing the roses to his left hand, and indifferently stroked his right hand flatly, suddenly a silver gun appeared in his hand.

The heavy gun fell down and was gently hooked on the index finger by Second Tang and then held and lifted. The muzzle was aimed at the back of the head of the old employee who jumped in front.

"I don't mind killing people before work." His tone was calm and nonchalant. "My previous job was to kill bad people. Do you think you are bad enough now?"

The old worker with a proud look in front of him trembled like a dustpan after hearing the sound of the gun being loaded behind him. His face was pale and he gritted his teeth and walked away.

Carrying the sack, Second Tang walked forward as if nothing had happened, poured the roses into the instrument for screening, and then took the selected roses and put them into the sack. He put the gun behind his waist, Put the sack on your shoulder and walk out.

The veteran workers who had just blocked Second Tang gave him a clear look.

"What's wrong with these new batch of processors!" The processor who was shot at by Second Tang just now, after confirming that the back of Second Tang had completely disappeared before his eyes, began to curse, "Either he was robbing us of the equipment. , Or I just don’t know how to finish the work in a while, and there are two others that have not yet started screening!"

"It's almost noon, and I don't know where to go. If you don't hurry up and dry, you won't be able to hand over the roses of the qualified weight when weighing tomorrow." The processing worker said, gloating again, "These two Processors are expected to be directly downgraded to flower pickers."

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Inside the abandoned factory.

Bai Liu stood on a rusty container, surrounded by a group of refugees who had recovered their consciousness.

The refugees who had just been awakened by Bai Liu’s perfume were sitting obediently on the dirty ground around the container. They all looked up at the white willow on the container, using something that almost looked up to the savior and saw in despair. Fiery eyes with the last hope.

"I believe you all know Mr. White Willow." There was another refugee standing on the container, the one who took the lead last night. He stood respectfully after half a step of White Willow, his eyes shiningly introduced to the people below. White Willow, "The rose perfume you got this time was earned by Mr. White Willow working in the factory and distributed to us for free!"

These words caused a small-scale commotion among the refugees, and the commotion soon stopped by pressing down the hands of the refugee who spoke.

"Okay, okay, everyone, please don't be excited for the time being, Mr. White Willow will bring us more good news." The vagrant kicked back with excitement on his face, bending over to invite White Willow from behind. , "Now, please White Willow come and say a few words for us now!"

White Willow Shi Shiran stepped forward. His voice was not loud, but the people below were surprisingly quiet in order to hear what he said. On the contrary, it seemed that White Willow's voice echoed clearly and powerfully in this empty and run-down factory.

"From the bottom of my heart, I want to help you free of charge." White Willow took out a new bottle of perfume from his pocket. His eyes were calm and his tone was sincere. "But the refugees I can help with alone are really It’s too limited, and I’m just a low-level processing worker in the factory, and I am paid on time every day."

"Now I can earn up to 3 bottles of low-grade perfumes a day, and one bottle of low-grade perfumes can last for up to four hours. According to the weight of this perfume, I will assign it to each of you, and it will not allow many people to stay awake for a long time. , If this continues, I will not be able to help you for a long time."

What White Willow said dimmed the eyes of the refugees under the container.

But they did not accuse White Willow of why he didn't continue to help them.

After a long period of torture, White Willow, a character who appears to be like a god, gives them completely selfless help. Even if this kind of help is only short-term, it can restore their human form and linger for a while, don’t be immersed in that kind of help. The pain of being ruled by rose perfume and the endless tingling of tentacles on the bones, they are also very grateful.

They have not maintained the human shape for too long, so that they can't tell whether they are a human or a monster. Now even if they sit on the ground, they have the urge and trance to kneel and crawl around.

"But as long as you are willing to help me, my help for you can be extended indefinitely." White Willow's conversation turned, and the vagrant who bowed his head raised his head neatly with a "swish", looking at him nervously and eagerly. .

White Willow continued unhurriedly: "My strength alone is limited, but if you can help me, let me do more work in the factory, get more perfume, and distribute it to more Refugees, let more migrants get help and be awakened. I promise that every bottle of perfume you help me produce will be used to help more migrants and let them join our team until I become the factory director."

"When I got the rose perfume formula, the day I became the factory manager." White Willow said sternly, "I guarantee that every bottle of rose perfume produced in the factory is free for everyone, and will always be free."

This is obviously a very tempting proposal.

The refugees below couldn't help but swallowed their saliva, but their faces were filled with joy and fear-this promise was too familiar to them.

When rose perfume was flooded, those manufacturers also used such a sweet banner to lure them into the bait, but now?

Those manufacturers who said they would distribute rose perfume to them for free, can't wait to sell a bottle of perfume for a sky-high price!

They looked at the calm white willows on the container with suspicion, horror, and anxiety, tears full of eyes, as if they were looking at the last straw in the dark swamp. They didn’t know whether this person was lying to them or wasting them. Into the quagmire that is bigger, deeper, and more unable to extricate itself.

But what is the use? Besides believing that White Willow would be a good director, they had no choice.

When the rose perfume is unconsciously accepted and abused by them, the ending is doomed. They can only choose to accept this ending or escape it with death.

After a long time, someone very slightly, very carefully raised the trembling, withered hands that were boneless, and asked very quietly: "...Mr. White Willow, will you really be a good director?"

The woman who asked the question was a woman whose body had decayed in half. Her face was withered only on her forehead, and she was holding a baby with withered feet in her arms, which looked only a few months old.

The little baby was dying and curled up in her arms, sucking Da Muzhi (Thumb), who was about to wither and not wither. In her pure and round black eyes, there were two old and decayed roses that were completely incompatible with this little baby’s age. flower.

She looked at White Willow with tears in her eyes with the same dying rose, her voice choked: "...If you become the factory manager, you will always be a kind person willing to help us. ?"

"No." White Willow replied very bluntly, "Probably not. I say this now just to trick you into working for me, just like the factory manager who promoted rose perfume before."

After a quiet moment, White Willow's words fell into the shocked eyes of the refugees below, and the pan was blown up like a drop of water dripping into the pan.

The refugees clenched their fists and stood up. Their chests rose and fell violently, staring at White Willow fiercely. The eyes that had originally had a faint hope became angry and dead, and some people drooped their heads numbly, as if This ending has already been expected.

The young mother who had just asked White Willow put her hand down weakly, she covered her face and cried quietly, seeming to be chanting the child's name.

But none of them rushed to attack White Willow.

——Because even if White Willow spreads out his bad intentions so bluntly, White Willow is their last hope like despair.

As long as they can escape the addiction of rose perfume tarsus for a short time, helpless refugees can only be entrapped by those who have the source, and forced to fall into deeper hell.

White Willow glanced loosely across the faces of the refugees below because of his various emotions.

He could have deceived these desperate refugees with the reason just now.

You see, even if he tells them that he is lying to them now, they will deceive themselves and go with him and work for him for free, just for a scent of vain and ethereal.

As long as perfume exists, this vicious circle must exist. When common people begin to hope that everyone can be happy with the thought of [good people as factory directors], this in itself means that there is no other way to restrain evil— —

——If morality is used to restrain interests, it will only make the interests appear in the form of morality.

But White Willow doesn't like perfume. He likes money. This kind of world is meaningless to him. No matter how much perfume he obtains by these refugees, it is only a symbol of a spiritually condescending sense of superiority.

White Willow has no feeling for this [superiority].

He prefers coins as a world of hard currency circulation, so he wants to end the existence of this world.

"You can't hope that I am a good person, I am not a particularly good person, or that at that time, as long as the rose perfume exists, no one will be a good person as a factory director."

White Willow looked down at the refugees below without a wave of waves, his tone of voice was as flat as ever, "But if I say, let me be the factory manager, I can make the rose perfume disappear, so that you will not continue to wither, you Will you help me?"

The refugees in the audience slowly, incredibly, raised their heads, and White Willow's emotionless face was reflected in the pair of rose-planted eyeballs.

"You helped me become the factory director, and I helped you end the withered fate." White Willow said, "This is not free help, but an equivalent transaction. Do you do it?"

The young mother stood up for the first time with tears. She held up her child and asked incoherently: "Really?! Mr. White Willow, do you really have a way to end us and end my child’s withering?!"

White Willow smiled, the rose in his right eye was full of the sixth petal, and the chapped edge of the eye socket was deeply visible: "If I can't do it, I will wither."

"I have given you most of the perfumes I got. You can supervise me to do so, but if I can't find a way to relieve it, I will be the first to wither. Are you willing to believe me?"

There was a brief, audible silence when the needle fell.

The mother hugged the baby tightly, lowered her head, crying with trembling lips: "Thank you, thank you!!"

There was an excitement in the abandoned factory.

The refugees lifted the white willows on the container and threw them upward. The roses in their eyes, like a flame to be extinguished, burned weakly and firmly.

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