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Chapter 200 The Rose Factory (Day +106)
In the end, Second Tang 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 of the entire rose factory.
Second Tang has reason to believe that this magical heart is also related to the main mission of this 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 is not a monster he judged, but just a contaminated innocent heart?
This kind of thing was not unheard of before Second Tang played, 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, Second Tang took a bottle of rose essence, went up the stairs and dumped it down. The staff next to him who was in charge of guarding the instrument watched Second Tang's hand nervously, placing his hand on the sluice, ready to pull down. ——The movement made by White Willow before has left a big shadow on him.
The perfume stock that Second Tang dripped down showed only a faint rose red.
The factory workers and the guard staff 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 from the previous inspector.
"You don't have much talent, but it is not completely hopeless to be promoted to factory worker, because May Rose Festival is coming, and we are very short of factory workers." The factory worker who led Second Tang in raised his head and looked at him. "You need to go through the test paper test again. If you are sure that you have a certain basic talent, you can be converted."
Second Tang frowned: "What test paper test?"
At the same time, in the factory worker's office on the third floor.
White Willow raised his eyes to the factory director behind the desk: "What does the test paper test mean?"
The director of the factory replied: "In order to be able to confirm that your talent is enough, you can upgrade and become a perfumer. The main reason is that we dare not 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 very likely to damage the test paper during the test."
The factory director placed his fingers on the table with his fingers crossed. He looked at White Willow and tapped the application form on the table: "Although the test paper is a precious and non-renewable resource for any perfumer, Your talent is really as remarkable as in this application, it is worth our risk of losing a test paper for another test."
A test paper?
This strange quantifier made White Willow raise an eyebrow.
White Willow has seen perfume test paper in the perfume counters of some shopping malls. The test paper in his impression is a kind of hardboard paper similar to pH test paper. It has good water absorption and can absorb perfume better. Keep the fragrance on top for a long time.
Put a piece of perfume-contaminated 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 "one".
White Willow 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 White Willow for instrument testing before turning his head to look at White Willow, "I will Let this person take you to the next floor, which is the place where the test paper and rose death row prisoners are held, for the test paper test."
After speaking, the director handed the factory worker a bunch of keys and said, "Take him down and have a look."
White Willow, the death row prisoner, knew what was going on.
He has been popularized by the refugees about this concept before. If the rose factory is willing to take over the prisoners who have committed the death penalty ordinances related to dried leaf rose, and accept these prisoners to exchange some kind of labor for their right to survive, then these prisoners can be converted 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 the detention of the test paper... and the unit of measure word "a"...
An unpleasant feeling faintly loomed over White Willow Heart. He remembered an idea he didn't like, and the stubborn malice that the game designer had directed at him from beginning to end, which made the smile on White Willow's face fade. Went a lot.
The factory workers led the white willow down, and they walked through the corridor they had walked through when they came before, and before reaching the corridor of the dormitory, they turned around in a dark corner.
There is a wooden door that smells completely different from the smell of the entire rose factory. It doesn't smell 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 at a distance on it, but it is only used to illuminate The effect was lackluster, and White Willow swept it 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 White Willow down lightly.
As he walked, the factory worker began to teach White Willow: "This is the first floor in the factory. Only senior factory workers and perfumers are qualified to enter here."
White Willow estimated that he had walked down about 20 meters before reaching the bottom. He looked up and saw a structure very close to the prison.
There is a small path in the middle of the damp and drowsy 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, there are some condemned prisoners who are neither human nor ghost.
The reason why White Willow would describe them this way is because they are just like those refugees that White Willow saw in the Rose Flower field. They are no longer in human form.
These condemned prisoners made some vague noises, as if they wanted to reach out their hands to catch White Willow and factory workers who were walking through the middle aisle, but they were so weak that they could not move at all, they watched the factory workers take White Willow away. After that, he lay on the ground and struggled weakly twice, only to let out a mournful, desperate roar.
The roar even made White Willow feel that they were not reaching out to ask them for help, but begging them to give him joy.
Some are dead, lying on their backs on the ground with their eyes open and their mouths open. They are rotten to the extent that there is only some broken meat from hatching maggots. There are sounds of flies flying around on their bodies. Not surprisingly, they should have come from the corpses. The maggots hatch. ωωω.⑨⑨⑨xs.co(m)
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 bodies have a satisfied smile on their faces.
It's like being alive is an extremely painful and suffering 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.
White Willow's gaze flicked slowly, one by one, over the death row prisoners who committed the crime of roses, as if he wanted to read something from their expressions.
The factory worker seemed to have noticed White Willow’s gaze, and could not help but turned his head to justify a few words: “The factory has no hobby to abuse these executed prisoners. After the factory takes over these executed prisoners, we will smoke them almost every day to allow them to survive— —This is better than the treatment of most flower pickers."
"Oh, isn't it?" White Willow 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 want to be yours? take over?"
The factory worker was stubbornly stubborn by White Willow without making a sound.
The Rose Factory is definitely not a factory that wastes perfume and does good deeds. They did not take over all the executed prisoners, but some of them. This shows that there is a problem here-inferred from the perspective of interest, it was taken over by the Rose Factory Certain characteristics of these death row prisoners should be beneficial to the development of this factory.
White Willow didn't know what this "profit" was at first-after all, no matter from which point of view, it is not a shrewd business for people who spend perfume to raise some labors are not high.
But now he finally understands what this "profit" is.
The factory worker was silent for a while, sighed, and said 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 dry leaf rose gas. In fact, the reason why they Will be arrested for crimes, mostly for the development of rose perfume antidote."
The factory worker was still 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. Most perfumers use high-concentration rose perfumes day and night, and they have been Numb."
"But you have also seen that the instrument is very precious. We can't 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 efficacy of this perfume through the painful reaction of these people-we call this kind of people the test paper. "
As the factory worker said, he led White Willow to go deeper: "The test papers you saw just now are about to be scrapped. They are almost unable to hold it, but they can still use it once or twice. But this time I led you through a special passage. 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 has a stable rejection of rose perfume."
Having said this, the factory worker couldn't help but sighed: "I have never seen a person who rejects rose perfume so steadily. 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 become a lot weaker, his rejection has not changed for ten years."
"I wonder if this kind of person is really human, and it's too stubborn."
White Willow didn't say a word. He looked at the death row prisoners around him, his eyes darkening, and finally he said lightly, "I also think it's too stubborn."
The factory worker did not hear what White Willow was saying, and turned around and asked him, "What did you say?"
White Willow did not answer him this time.
The factory worker led him to continue walking inside. 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.
In the end, 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 beside the bed could be vaguely seen. Rickety humanoid black outline.
This cage is much neater than other cages. There are two old 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 White Willow here looked at the cage, which was not as clean as a dungeon, with a complicated expression: "...He cleaned it himself again... It's really not like a person who has been tested for so long. This kind of sanity can be maintained."
"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 Second Tang into it, chattering endlessly, proudly explaining to him the dungeon of the Rose Factory.
Second Tang looked at the death row prisoners in these cages, frowning to death flies-he subconsciously drew out the gun as soon as he saw the death row prisoners in the form of a rose, but soon he realized it. The difference between these 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 Second Tang, knocked on the iron door of a cage, and said with envy: "You guys are lucky. This is an old-brand 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."
Second Tang turned his head to look inside this gloomy cage.
There were no lights in the dungeon, and visibility was extremely low. He could only roughly see a humanoid figure with his back on the wall, his body undulating weakly with his breathing, and a stench that was almost rotten came from this person. 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 in the weak light, and probably could see, so Second Tang 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. Second Tang outside the fence looked at each other.
For a moment, an unspeakable fear surged into Second Tang's heart-this half of the face, this half of the bloody face, he seemed to have seen it in a nightmare world line, which made Second Tang The hand holding the gun shivered uncontrollably and convulsively.
The chest that Second Tang beat was still violently ups and downs, but his breathing almost stopped, as if frozen, standing still, staring straight at this face.
The pistol slipped from his palm, turned into a light spot and fell to the ground.
But the factory worker didn't notice the abnormality of Second Tang's play, he inserted the key into the rotary hole.
The door full of dust and rust opened slowly before White Willow and Second Tang hit.
The factory worker stepped aside so that White Willow behind him could see the scene inside the cage, and handed him the flashlight in his hand, tilted his head and signaled White Willow to go in. He waited outside and explained: " The smell of roses on our bodies 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 Incense paper sometimes says strange things to people who come to test, but overall it is very cooperative."
White Willow nodded to indicate that he knew. He calmly took the flashlight that the factory worker handed him, adjusted it to its maximum brightness, and walked into the cage step by step.
The light beam of the flashlight followed White Willow's walk in, slowly approaching the bed from the ground. In the pale halo, a pair of white Willow's familiar old leather shoes appeared first, then a pair of white-washed uniform pants, and then went up. Sweep, you can see a person holding an unlit cigarette butt, sitting on 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 sides of his handsome, square cheek It sags down, as if it hasn't eaten meat for decades, it's so thin that there is almost only a skeleton.
White Willow had never seen him look like this in their miserable time.
Even if this person gave a lot of food to White Willow when he was in the orphanage, he had never been so hungry and haggard.
There is only one pair of eyes, still unchanged, gentle and firm, without a rose growing inside.
White Willow finally spoke. He pointed a flashlight at the man's head, his tone of voice did not fluctuate at all: "Lu Yizhan, you finally have no money to buy cigarettes?"
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 White Willow’s voice and Liu Jiayi’s little girl—wow, this Liu Jiayi’s expression is really like White Willow.” As he said, Lu Yizhan reluctantly moved his hands to the side of the bed, he was curious. He looked closely at White Willow, who had no emotion on his face.
White Willow looked at him blankly.
Then Lu Yizhan suddenly curled his eyes and smiled softly, and stretched out the boneless hand to White Willow: "But even if it is an illusion, I am quite happy."
"Because even in the world of hallucinations, we haven't seen each other for a long time, White Willow."