I Became a God in a Horror Game: 204, rose factory

Qi Yifang was stunned when he heard Liu Jiayi say this out of the blue: "What, what time!"

Liu Jiayi grabbed Qi Yifang's wrist and ran quickly: "With your intelligence, you can't understand it for a while, just come and help me if you want to pass the level!"

Qi Yifang who was forced to follow: "???"

Although I really didn't understand, but you, little witch, said it so bluntly, it really hit me too hard!

Liu Jiayi's eyes were fixed while running, and she was a little annoyed—she didn't think of such a simple mystery until she was reminded by Bai Liu!

The [trueend] line of this game, when she saw the keyword "dismemberment", she should have realized that it is a collection game, just like "Burst Last Train". The game "Rose Factory" is simple. There is also a deciphered branch line buried under the upgrade branch line, and the clue of this decryption branch line is the clue to collect Tavel's limbs!

The hint she got - [Before the real death comes, the time on your body is unique and irreversible].

There is only one thing in this game that reminds her of her real death and irreversible time - that is the newspaper display cabinet that she and Bai Liu saw when they first entered the factory. !

Every expansion and expansion of the rose factory is accompanied by the death of countless people. It can be said to be a veritable **** road to development. For people in this game world, this is the real death, which is irreversible. time.

For outsiders like her and Bai Liu, this time is illusory and can be reversed and changed, but if they die in this game, the time on them will also be frozen and become the rose factory death event. The one that was recorded in the newspaper and posted on that wall - that's the point!

Puffing out of breath, Liu Jiayi found the display cabinet she had seen from the main entrance of the rose factory.

Newspapers were neatly pasted in the display cabinet. Liu Jiayi stared fixedly at the wall of newspapers, squinted her eyes, and began to count softly from top to bottom. The date and time of the fatal event are stamped.

After Liu Jiayi finished marking all the numbers, Qi Yifang looked at these densely packed numbers representing death, and couldn't help feeling a little numb behind him.

I don’t think it’s not screened out, but once Liu Jiayi sorts it out, Qi Yifang also finds something is wrong—the distribution of these numbers representing time looks particularly neat on the horizontal and column, and the shape faintly resembles a square .

"Sure enough, the number of rows and columns where the date of death appears is 400*400." Liu Jiayi took a step back, looked at the wall she had drawn, and exhaled solemnly, "It happens to be The number of acres of flower fields in the Rose Factory is 16,000."

At this point in the decryption, everything is clear. Tavel’s dismembered body is buried under the flower field, and each number on the newspaper wall corresponds to a flower field—now the problem is, Tavel’s body What will be buried under, or under which number?

There are ten numbers from 0 to 9. What number will the psychopath who buried Tavel choose, or how many numbers will he choose to bury him?

Is it his birthday? Was it the day he got his adoptive parents' property, his wife's property, or the day he bought the statue?

What numbers are special to him?

No! Too many numbers! This guy's diary doesn't have the special markers and typical numbers that show serial killers like to show over and over again! Can't judge!

Liu Jiayi frowned, she gritted her teeth and re-examined the entire digital wall again.

There were deafening fighting sounds outside the window. The display cabinet on the first floor where Liu Jiayi was located was very close to the place where Bai Liu and Tang Er fought. Shake, dust and

The gravel slipped from the wall, and it seemed that it would collapse completely in the next second.

It is obviously not an easy task to think in such an environment, especially when you know that your teammate Bai Liu is fighting against a person whose panel value is dozens of times higher than his.

Even Qi Yifang, an outsider who knew nothing about who was fighting with whom, couldn't help becoming vigilant and alert, and took out his weathervane to look around: "What's going on?"

Liu Jiayi took a deep breath, she abandoned all her complicated thoughts in the violently turbulent background, and closed her eyes.

No, she was thinking wrong.

She shouldn't think about the problem from the perspective of a psychotic big boss in the game. This is a conventional decryption idea, but it doesn't apply in "Rose Factory".

Because this game is not a simple game. "Rose Factory" is a game specially prepared for Bai Liu by someone or something. Bai Liu has already told her that all the designs in this game, including this The factory director of the first generation of neuropathy is to stimulate Bai Liu to achieve a certain purpose of the designer.

If you think about it from this perspective, what number will the people behind choose to bury the body of a person who has special meaning to Bai Liu?

The rubble fell from Liu Jiayi's face, and Qi Yifang called her anxiously: "Little witch! This house is going to fail!"

Liu Jiayi opened her eyes: "It's six!"

Bai Liu's former name is Bai Liu!

"Qi Yifang, help me write down the coordinates of the number six on the left!" Liu Jiayi yelled at Qi Yifang in the chaos, "I'll write down the number on the right!"

Qi Yifang coughed, covered his mouth and gestured ok, covered the top of his head with a weather vane when sand and stones were gathering, and leaned closer to the display cabinet to quickly remember.

On the right, Liu Jiayi was lying on the display cabinet on the right, her eyes rolled quickly, she whispered silently, and she was also memorizing quickly.

When their shorthand was coming to an end, there was a sudden earth-shattering loud noise in the corridor next to it, and a twisted humanoid object smashed through the wall of the corridor, smashing into the ground of the open-air square and cracking a huge hole.

Accompanied by the crackling sound of limbs and bones, the person who was smashed into it let out a heart-piercing cry of pain at the same time.

Soon he was thrown into the pit, blood seeped from the seven orifices of the man, his chest was sunken, and he slowly died with his head tilted and his pupils dilated.

Liu Jiayi turned around with her pupils constricted, and she saw a familiar face of the person who had just died in the pit.

Wearing the uniform of the Bureau of Heretics, his light-colored eyes are lifeless, his face is blue and bloodless, his limbs are twisted and broken in a strange posture, and the badge on his chest is soaked in blood, but Liu Jiayi still recognizes him Come out——

——This person is Su Chao.

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The time was reversed to fifteen minutes ago, in another corridor separated from an open-air square, Bai Liu, who was leaning against the wall and powerlessly raised his hands in surrender, was confronting Tang Erda, who was pointing his gun at him.

"I admit defeat, how about taking a half-time break? Captain Tang, can you hit me after you rest for a while?" Hit, reached out and pulled Tang Er's gun away, "You won't need this gun for the time being, how about putting it away?"

Bai Liu's body was seriously injured, blood oozing from internal organs from the beating at the corner of his mouth, and bruises from being dragged on his face, but there were no gunshot wounds, they were all injuries from collisions of limbs - Tang Erda didn't want that Easily kill him with one shot.

Perhaps the former captain of the third detachment did not even think that he actually chose the way he hated and hated the most to deal with his enemies.

But no matter how much he tortured Bai Liu, he couldn't see the same pain on Bai Liu's face as his own.

Bai Liu was always calm, and even looked at him with a smile. It was obvious that the person being tortured was the other party, but every time Tang Er punched, every time he hit Bai Liu's abdomen and face hard, he heard Hearing the muffled groans of pain from the other party, he seemed to be in a million times more pain than Bai Liu.

Tang Erda feels pain because of torturing others, and is angry because innocent people are tortured inexplicably-this is his original intention of choosing to become a member of the Heresy Bureau, even if he is crazy now, there is no way to change it s things.

But now anger and pain were indistinguishably intertwined on his face, Tang Erda who was looking directly at Bai Liu lived in a monster named Bai Liu in his blue eyes.

Even if you are a bad person, you have to talk about talent, but unfortunately, Tang Erda doesn't have this talent.

Bai Liu leaned his head against the wall, looked down at him opposite him, breathing heavily, with a ferocious expression, Tang Erda, his eyes pitying: "Captain Tang, let yourself go, you are not good at doing such things."

All the expressions on Tang Er's face disappeared in an instant.

He raised his head indifferently, pinched Bai Liu's wrist with his left hand and swung him aside, landed, turned over, lifted the bone, stepped on it, and Tang Erda knelt condescendingly on Bai Liu's broken calf bone. Go up, lock Bai Liu's chin with his left hand and lift it up: "It hurts, doesn't it?"

Bai Liu's face was covered with cold sweat from the pain, but his expression was still calm: "Well, it hurts, it doesn't seem like you can use it."

Tang Erda's expression couldn't help becoming hideous again: "This is the torture method you used once on Su Chao!!"

"When he was brought back, almost every bone in his body was broken! You left a tape in his stomach and told me—"

The roses in his eyes bloomed more and more intensely, but his tone was filled with deep-seated hatred and tears: "You said, what I did to you was just a little trouble-you said you came in person Teach me, this is **** torture!!"