I Became a God in a Horror Game: 199, rose factory

In the room where the color luster is close to dark red, the cold water pipes rush from all directions to the center, like twisted and twisted snakes wrapped together. These pipes go around some wood on the top of the room, shrinking the beam The supporting structure, wrapped around it, falls 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". In the same display case, it 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 are respectively connected to the openings of the aorta, pulmonary artery, pulmonary vein, main vein, and superior and inferior vena cava of this heart, and then stapled with some kind of similar The staple device is fixed to the vessel wall.

The pipes have turned into blood vessels of steel and iron bones, and the "vessels" surge with a pink liquid that exudes the fragrance of roses, just like the color of blood after carbon monoxide poisoning, and the heart that is as bright as a soldering iron is hard The blood vessels stand upright, suspended in the center of the display case, beating one after another, regularly and peacefully.

——It was Bai Liu's old friend who was reunited after a long absence. He 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 Bai Liu, when he first met Scheta, he used to lie on the front table of the church with a mischievous smile, tapped Scheta's heart, and asked Scheta badly— 【You said you are an immortal monster, if someone, like me, intentionally dug 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, Tavier is indeed immortal, but the place where his heart beats is no longer Bai Liu's palm, but a game full of roses and destruction.

Tavier's heart was like the thorns of dry-leaf roses that disappeared. It suddenly appeared at the moment when the white willow was missing, and pierced 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 led Bai Liu, who had not responded, and led him 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 it can only be made after the heart cycle. The raw materials that perfumers can use, but this kind of raw materials are not very effective, and they are still far from low-end perfumes, and they will become stronger after being configured by talented perfumers.”

"Next, we will give you a copy of the original 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 talented you are as a perfumer." The factory worker looked at Bai Liu, "If you are sure you have the talent, you can be promoted to a 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, revealing a small opening, and gently pushed him: "Go and try it now."

Bai Liu held the perfume liquid in his palm, and looked down at the heart motionlessly, without any emotion in his 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 always been calm, seemed to be... angry the moment he saw this instrument.

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

Obviously she has the appearance of a little girl, but even an adult dare not urge him loudly, and only dare 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 solution 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 only 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 a highly concentrated pigment, which began to spread and thicken with a strange curvature of pigment , gradually deepening 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. Finally, when the original liquid spreads to the heart, it has turned into a mature rose red.

Meanwhile, as the colors in the glass case intensify, the heart starts to beat faster, speeding up the pumping of the liquid.

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, and the thick glass turned red with color, "crackling" "With a sound, a crack 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.

It's all thick metal pipes and bulletproof glass!

"Put in the water 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 one The box is raised from below, filled with fluid, and suspends 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 as the factory workers were trembling with fear over what had just happened, he inadvertently caught sight of Bai Liu smiling.

——that was a demonic smile of satisfaction that seemed to have echoed from the undead heart apparatus, making 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 in history.

That color is already a color only available in premium perfumes.

The factory worker swallowed nervously, trembling in the small room next to the instrument, with a hand still stained with the stock solution, he wrote an application form with a pen——

——[Dear superiors, perfumers, one of the three processing workers selected today to test the talent of the perfumer caused a very serious accident. During the test, she did not Shen cracked the glass cabinet containing the instruments, which sounds like an unforgivable thing that must be punished by death...]

【...But please allow me to argue for this processing worker. Perfumer...]

【……In this test, the red color given by the instrument is something I have never seen before. It is ruby-like, blood-like, deep and beautiful red. The processor who made some mistakes will be the most talented perfumer 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 **** 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 be careful Consider my offer. 】

[The May Rose Festival is approaching, and we have never needed a perfumer who can produce a special fragrance. 】

After writing this application form, the factory worker hurriedly took Bai Liu 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 brought Tang Erda, who had already changed into the disinfection protective clothing, into the instrument storage room which had been tidied up again.

Tang Er stared at the room with a frown - he, like Bai Liu, 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 gaze swept across the dark red instrument storage room full of cooling pipes, and finally settled on the center of the room, which was placed in a huge glass display case, a strange disconnected pipe connecting these cooling pipes Body Heart - This heart is still beating.

Tang Erda has many years of experience 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 seems that as long as the heart is allowed to beat for a second longer, his heartbeat frequency will be bewitched, and it will gradually match the beating of this evil heart.

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

The muzzle of the gun was aimed at the heart at an angle that no one noticed.