Chapter 199

In a room with a color that is close to dark red, cold water pipes rush from all directions to the center, like twisted and twisted snakes wrapped together. These pipes bypass some wood on the top of the room, narrowing the beam-like support structure, Winding and falling down to the center of the room.

In the center of the room stood a huge exhibition cabinet made of glass, copper and iron edging, which Bai Liu had seen once, filled with an unknown viscous liquid.

That was the first time he met Tavel in the museum of "Siren Town", which was used to hold the other side's display cabinet, and at this moment, in this game called "Rose Factory", the same What is contained in the display cabinet is no longer the beautiful and rotten mermaid, but a bright red heart that is constantly beating.

Cold cold water metal pipes are drilled through the small opening on the top of the display case, and connected to the openings of the aorta, pulmonary artery, pulmonary vein, main vein, and inferior vena cava of this heart, and then use some kind of staple-like device fixed on the vessel wall.

The pipes turned into blood vessels of steel and iron bones, and the "vessels" surged with a pink liquid exuding the fragrance of roses, just like the color of blood after carbon monoxide poisoning, and the heart, which was as bright as a soldering iron, was branched by hard blood vessels. Standing, suspended in the center of the display case, it beats regularly and peacefully.

——It was Bai Liu's old friend who was reunited after a long absence, who was given the name of evil god, the heart of the monster named Tavel.

Bai Liu's vague memory was clear for a moment in front of this bright red heart.

He remembered that he was still Bailiu, when he first met Sieta, he used to lie on the front table of the church with a mischievous smile, tapped Sieta's heart, and asked Sieta harshly—[You said You are an immortal monster, if someone, like me, intentionally cut out your heart, would you die? 】

And Scheta answered him calmly—【No, my heart will beat in your hand. 】

He never lied to Bai Liu, Tavel would not die, but the place where his heart beat was no longer Bai Liu's palm, but a game full of roses and destruction.

Tavel's heart was like the disappearing thorns of dry-leaved roses, which suddenly appeared at the moment when the white willow was nowhere to be found, piercing the heart of the person who once claimed that he was going to take it out with his own hands.

The factory worker who led Bai Liu came forward and led Bai Liu, who was unresponsive, to a wooden ladder behind the heart display cabinet.

Bai Liu stood on the first floor of the stairs, and he could reach the openings where the pipes went into the display cabinets.

The factory worker explained the next steps to him: "Respect the instrument, use it carefully, and don't touch the pipes above, which are full of extracted and distilled perfume liquid, which is still hot, and you can become a perfumer only after the heart cycle. Raw materials that can be used, but this raw material is not very effective, and it is still far from low-end perfumes, and it will become stronger after being configured by a talented perfumer."

"Next, we will give you a raw perfume solution that has not been recycled, and let you drip it in this glass cabinet. If the original solution changes color to a certain extent, it means that you have the talent to use this instrument. The darker the color, the more you adjust The stronger the talent of Xiangshi." The factory worker looked at Bai Liu, "If you are sure you have the talent, you can be promoted to factory worker."

The factory worker put a small bottle of perfume liquid in the palm of Bai Liu's hand, carefully pushed aside the crowded pipes to reveal a small opening, and gently pushed him: "Go and try it now."

Bai Liu held the perfume liquid in her palm, and looked down at the heart motionlessly, without any emotion in her eyes.

The heart was beating "thud-thump-thump" under his eyes, as if it was still in Scheta's chest.

The factory worker looked at Bai Liu who was motionless suspiciously: "Processor No. 70365, why are you still not down?"

I don't know if it was his illusion, but he always felt that the processing worker, who had been calm all this time, seemed to get... angry the moment he saw this instrument.

Although his expression didn't change much, his aura suddenly became terrifying.

It was obviously a little girl's appearance, but he, an adult, dared not urge him loudly, but only dared to remind him politely - if it was ink stains like this when someone was testing, he would have yelled at him long ago.

The instrument is very precious and cannot be exposed for a long time, which will contaminate the instrument.

Under the urging of the factory worker, Bai Liu took a step forward, raised his hand expressionlessly, then turned his hand, and dripped the original liquid from the opening.

A drop of rose-red stock solution fell into the glass cabinet, and as layers of ripples were washed out on the surface of the viscous liquid, the rose-red color deepened and continued to expand.

The factory worker's eyes widened in astonishment, and he stared blankly at Bai Liu in disbelief.

But this is just a prelude change.

Soon, a gust of wind from nowhere swept across the confined space, and the drop of stock solution that dripped into the display cabinet was like an extremely dense pigment, which began to spread and thicken with a strange curvature of the pigment. Gradually deepens layer by layer.

The liquid spreads from a rose red that is close to pink, to a deep rose red, and then to a light red, and finally when the original liquid spreads to the heart, it has turned into a mature rose red.

At the same time, as the colors in the glass case intensified, the heart began to beat faster, accelerating the rate at which the liquid was pumped.

The pipes fixed on the wall began to be unable to withstand the pressure pumped by the heart, and the joints of the pipes began to ooze "blood" and shake, as if they would fall off soon. As the color turned red on the thick glass, there was a "crack". Cracks appeared.

The factory worker panicked and called out to the employee guarding the instrument. This was the first time this employee encountered such a situation, and he was a little confused.

This is all thick metal pipes and bulletproof glass!

"Put the water in and change the tank!" The employee roared, and slammed down the gate at hand.

Suddenly, the cover under the glass cabinet was opened, and at the same time, a water outlet in the ground was opened, and the red liquid inside was poured out. Almost at the same time, the outer box was lifted away, and a newer and stronger box was lifted from below Raised, injected with fluid, levitating the heart again.

When Bai Liu was changing the water, he was carried to the next room by the factory workers. In order to avoid pollution, too many people were not allowed to be present in this scene of changing the liquid.

Just when the factory worker was trembling with fear over what had just happened, he inadvertently caught sight of Bai Liu smiling.

——It was a demonic smile of satisfaction that seemed to have received a response from the living dead man's heart instrument, which made his hair stand on end.

This smile on the immature face of a blind little girl with gray eyes is particularly chilling.

He didn't even dare to ask what the little girl was laughing at. He just recalled what he saw just now, and vaguely judged that this factory welcomed the most talented perfumer ever.

That kind of color is already the color only available in premium perfumes.

The factory worker swallowed nervously. He tremblingly wrote an application form with a pen in the small room next to the instrument——

——【Dear superiors, perfumers, one of the three processors selected today to test the talent of the perfumer caused a very serious accident. During the test, she accidentally dropped the The glass cabinet containing the instruments was cracked, which sounds like an unforgivable thing that must be punished by death...]

[...But please allow me to argue for this processing worker, this is indeed an excusable matter, I hereby write an application letter, requesting you not only not to put her to death, but also to specially promote her as a perfumer ...]

【……In this test, the red color given by the instrument is something I have never seen before. It is a ruby-like, blood-like, deep and beautiful red color. Some wrong processors will be the most talented perfumers in our rose factory since its establishment. 】

[We know how unfortunate a perfumer is in this world, how close to a profession of death, selected by the organs of the dead, to produce the perfume of death, and finally go to hell in the fragrance of death. 】

[This processing worker is the most death-like person I have ever seen. She was born for death and is a genius in this profession-obviously, both me and the instrument think so. So far, please consider my opinion carefully. proposal. 】

[May Rose Day is approaching, and we have never needed a perfumer who can produce grand cru perfumes. 】

After writing this application form, the factory worker hurriedly took Bai Liu up to the office on the third floor, and began to handle the procedures related to the conversion of the processing worker to the factory worker.

At the same time, another factory worker took Tang Erda, who had already changed into a disinfectant protective suit, into the instrument storage room that had been tidied up again.

Tang Er frowned and stared at the room - like Bai Liu, he recognized the irregularities in the room's structure.

The room in this game looks exactly the same as the room number [0001] in the artificially constructed institution of the Dangerous Heresy Administration.

His eyes swept across the dark red instrument storage room full of cooling pipes, and finally settled on the center of the room, placed in a huge glass display case, a strange isolated heart connected to these cooling pipes— — This heart is still beating.

Tang Erda has many years of experience in dealing with dangerous heretics, and the memory of clearing countless games, but he has never seen such a strange heretic or monster, whether in reality or in the game.

It seemed that as long as the heart was allowed to beat for a second longer, his heart rate would be bewitched, and it would gradually match the beat of this evil heart.

Years of experience in dealing with these evil heretics allowed Tang Erda to develop an extremely keen intuition. He looked at the beating heart, his brows furrowed deeper and deeper, and he stretched his hands behind him. Tang Erda's palms condensed into a silver pistol.

The muzzle of the gun was aimed at the heart at an invisible angle.