Chapter 174

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It was getting dark.

The bruised Liu Jiayi and Bai Liu were lying beside the flower field. They had been back for a while, and they were now recuperating—the battle with those refugees during the day almost sent away Liu Jiayi and the weak Bai Liu, whose stamina bar was almost empty.

But the two of them eventually managed to run back.

After returning, Bai Liu found that there were two new and larger sacks beside the flower field. It should be that the processing worker came and gave them the sacks for picking roses tonight.

Liu Jiayi was still lying next to the white willow panting: "I still have one to two hours to recover my stamina gauge, so should we wait? Or go to the fields to pick roses to attract refugees?"

"Your plan of using the other four people needs a lot of refugees?" Liu Jiayi sat up on the ground, stretched her arms behind her neck, twisted her shoulders, shook her hands and made a warm-up movement.

She squinted at Bai Liu who was sitting next to him: "Although I think this plan is dangerous and easy to overturn, you won't change it, will you?"

Bai Liu rolled his eyes and looked at Liu Jiayi who was sitting next to him: "No."

Liu Jiayi was extremely old, and she sighed worriedly. She was like a little old lady who was worried about her worthless laid-off son's future. She propped her forehead and turned to look at Bai Liu:

"Occasionally, I also hope that you, as an adult in your twenties, can be more sensible, don't always think about gambling and win, and take the path of a normal young player."

"But it's still too early to talk about this with you, a player with a c-level panel. Wait until you grow up a bit, anyway, you can still rely on me now, and you can rely on yourself when you grow up (meaning that the panel becomes taller). "

Liu Jiayi looked at Bai Liu helplessly, then shook her head.

Bai Liu: "..."

"So?" Liu Jiayi asked, "The plan you gave me is to use the refugees to attract the other four players. How can you attract the refugees if you don't pick roses?"

Bai Liu slowly took out a bottle of perfume from his pocket.

Liu Jiayi stared straight at the perfume for a while, and then shifted her gaze to Bai Liu's face expressionlessly: "This is our last bottle of perfume, if you waste the perfume I earned through hard work last night to make it Bait, I'll kill you."

Bai Liu: "..."

Bai Liu tentatively opened the bottle cap of the perfume.

Liu Jiayi smiled sweetly and held up the poison: "I'm not kidding you, brother Bailiu, this is the first time I earned something from a part-time job, you'd better not misuse it for me - you have already misused a bottle during the day. "

Bai Liu: "..."

This little girl is really angry... Although he seems to be really messed up during the day today...

Thinking of what happened later today, Bai Liu looked away for a moment: "But perfume is indeed the fastest way to attract refugees..."

"If I had known that I would use it at night, then don't let me use it indiscriminately during the day!!" Liu Jiayi couldn't bear it anymore, "Cherish me a little bit of the fruits of our labor! Don't always play this kind of extreme card edge game for me to pass the level Method!"

Bai Liu put her hands on her thighs, knelt down seriously with a correct posture, and apologized at the speed of light: "I'm sorry, I was too preoccupied with the pursuit of maximizing profits and the cost-effectiveness of perfume use. I didn't take our survival rate into consideration. It was my fault."

Eight-year-old Liu Jiayi angrily pointed at Bai Liu who was kneeling and apologizing, and cursed: "Are you a child! Don't always follow your own temper!"

"Give me the survival rate as the first key to clear the level! How can you play in a league that uses the survival rate as the victory criterion!"

As a nanny, Liu Jiayi scolded Bai Liu, a tactician who had no calculations in his mind except points and people.

"Next time I will take the survival rate into consideration." Bai Liu nodded, pretending that he had listened to Liu Jiayi's words, and then quickly changed the topic to the task, "But tonight, in order to get the most dried leaf roses, Come here first, I'm opening the perfume."

As he said that, Bai Liu's hand had already been placed on the perfume.

Liu Jiayi: "..."

You are so perfunctory that you don't feel the sincerity of admitting your mistakes at all! ! !

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The night was getting dark.

Tang Erda held the gun vigilantly, looked around, and prepared to hunt.

His sack was casually thrown aside, and there were only some dried rose leaves in it, not many.

Tang Erda only picked so many roses tonight, and stopped working because he had figured out the rules of the game—the task of picking roses is not for players to pick them, but for players to plunder them through refugees. the fruits of other people's labor.

And if the 40kg of roses last night, he still has the possibility to finish by picking, the 80kg tonight made Tang Erda simply give up doing this kind of useless work, and chose to pick up a gun and hunt refugees all night.

But the strange thing is that at this time last night, a large number of refugees had come to attack him.

But tonight—Tang Erda walked up to the field ridge and looked around, except for the refugees who attacked him a little earlier, he didn't see any refugees in the second half of the night.

Tang Erda looked at the sack he had thrown aside and frowned in thought—is it because he didn't pick enough roses tonight? So the effect of the bait is not as strong as last night?

But already at this point, there are dried leaf roses that have been picked here, so it's not enough to attract a refugee, right?

In this kind of map scene that is similar to a blockbuster and has a certain mental pollution effect, experienced players will not move easily, but the situation in front of them is obviously abnormal. If there are no more refugees on Tang Erda's side, his task tonight It's about to fail.

As a last resort, Tang Erda still chose to move, and he decided to take the initiative to find the refugees who stole the roses.

The flower field at night fell into a strange silence. Tang Erda walked along the field ridge in a certain direction. He saw many flower pickers in the flower field who had the same identity as him, the black gauze cover, bent over and silently picking flowers.

These people moved very quickly, and through the black veil, one could vaguely see the faces and bodies of these flower pickers "falling" from time to time, sliding along the veil and falling into the mud. They seemed to have become numb to this situation, Turn a blind eye and continue picking quickly.

Some flower pickers even picked their hands so that only bones remained, and they were still working hard with tremors. These flower pickers with reduced work efficiency had visible fear on their faces, forcing themselves to improve picking efficiency while coughing violently while picking roses.

Even at this point, what they are afraid of is obviously not withering, but being fired-in this world, not having a job is a more terrifying thing than death.

Tang Erda withdrew his observing gaze, and he clenched the gun by his side.

He couldn't remember how many times he had seen this cruel scene, so that when he saw it again, his heart was just a kind of indifference, almost cold-blooded indifference.

—or hopeless powerlessness.

This is a world that cannot be changed. Once the dried rose gas spreads, there will be no room for maneuver. All ordinary people who are polluted by deception will become the nourishment of the dried roses and spend their life savings and labor on On this, it is still as sweet as it is.

A pure full moon hung above the northern sky, and the snow-colored moonlight shone dimly around in a scattered light.

But this kind of ambiguous, soothing light white light stopped abruptly at the edge of the flower field's expression, dividing the inside and outside of the flower field into two completely different worlds. It is like a reflective oil painting in the color of dawn.

Ripe crimson roses, dark blue cloudless sky, light pink moist land, workers covered with black veils working diligently in the intervals of flower fields, lingering in everyone's nose, the wafting aroma of roses—everything is So peaceful and peaceful.

These scenes are photographed in color and published on the Internet or on the headlines of newspapers for hype. This kind of scene is enough to attract countless people to yearn for a paradise, and even the sinful truth of the flower field will be buried.

The crumbling and desperate civilians stared at this incredible scene with straight eyes, and watched the moneyed media advocating the preciousness and rarity of roses, advocating the beauty and irreplaceability of this place, so that ordinary people subtly accepted perfume. exorbitant price.

——After all, it is easier to resent yourself for not being able to buy it and being ugly and withered than to resent the Rose Factory, the only beautiful place left in the world.

That's right, roses are so rare, and rose dried leaf gas is so effective, so it's a matter of course that they are expensive, and they can't afford them because they have no money or ability.

It's their fault, not the rose's fault. Roses are so beautiful and useful, so how could they be wrong?

— all the information they see tells them so.

Finally, people in a trance of pain began to take the rose that pushed them into the abyss as the final salvation, forbidding everyone to speak to tarnish the preciousness of roses, to erase the existence of roses, and to be enemies of all those who deny roses—because they thought it was the last of hope.

The first time Tang Erda saw this self-anesthesia demise process, he was angry, then disappointed, then numb, until now he was faintly insanely calm.

A black shadow flashed across the flower field, and Tang Erda looked over keenly.

On the ground level at the edge of the flower field, a bunch of refugees like small black dots are staggering towards a certain place in groups. The refugees are like ants attracted by the sweet smell, and they are no longer as scattered as yesterday distribution, but fixedly surge in a certain direction.

Tang Er frowned in doubt, and followed closely.

Following in the footsteps of these refugees, after walking a certain distance, I saw a scene that gave people goosebumps—an open perfume placed in the center of the flower field, surrounded by densely packed tentacles and screaming refugees with open white teeth.

But no matter how hard these refugees tried, they seemed to be blocked by an invisible glass, unable to reach the perfume inside.

This scene made Tang Erda instantly think of a prop - [Magic Space]!

This is a trap made to lure them over!

This thought made Tang Erda pull out his gun without hesitation, wanting to blow up the perfume in the "glass window" with one shot.

But the moment he drew the gun, Tang Erda felt an indescribable restraint—it was as if the air on his left and right sides condensed out of thin air, forming an extremely narrow glass path, which made him draw the gun smoothly. They all froze for a second or two.

[System prompt: Player Bai Liu stretches (magic space) to trap player Tang Erda]