Chapter 202: The Rose Factory

The fragrance test is a very simple matter.

"Simply apply the original perfume to the palm of your hand, spreading it evenly." Lu Yizhan says to Bai Liu.

"Then place your palm on the intact piece of skin on my body." Su Yang said to Tang Erda

"The faster it cracks, the more painful I am, the stronger your talent is, and the more suitable you are for the Rose perfume."

Su Yang unbuttoned her uniform, one by one, with slightly trembling, feeble fingers, and turned her back to Tang Erda.

The uniform is piled loosely around his waist, and on his pale back the skin blooms like an unfinished tattoo, snaking from his neck, hidden by his half-length hair, to his slightly sunken waist.

Only the piece of skin and flesh directly opposite the tip of the left scapula is intact on the entire back.

--That's exactly where the dorsal projection of the heart is, and Tang Erda knows that a shot from here, off to the side, can go straight into the heart, which is encased in the lungs.

Lu Yizhan sits cross-legged on the bed, his back to Bai Liu, and lifts his hair upwards to reveal an intact, unblemished and wilted patch of skin on the back of his neck, then lowers his head to expose the skin on the back of his neck to Bai Liu, who stands behind him.

This is one of the few good pieces of skin they have left on them.

Su Yang and Lu Yizhan both took a deep breath, and they closed their eyes, "Let's begin."

Bai Liu put a drop of the original perfume on his palm, Tang Erda applied it to her own hand in a trance, then they reached up and placed their palms, lightly, on Lu Yizhan Su Yang's skin.

Almost as soon as they put their hands on it, Lu Yizhan and Su Yang both fell to the ground and let out a scream that sent shivers down their spines and sent chills down their spines.

Meanwhile, the two factory workers standing outside the cage realised at the sound of the scream that it was the start of the incense test, and they pulled a timer out of their pockets and, seeing that they were not surprised, began to record the incense test - that is, to note the duration of the scream of the incense paper being tried inside.

Lu Yizhan twitches spasmodically on the bed, the back of his neck, touched by Bai Liu, appears as if it has been carved with a knife, a line of blood deep in his bones, a rose looming in his eyes, his face grimly contorted as if all his muscles are exerting themselves, but still a constant grunt of pain leaks from his nostrils.

Su Yang is on the ground, breathing deeply with her forehead against the ground, the roses in her eyes blossoming so brightly that they almost shine in the darkness of the cage.

All the lines on his back were surging and gathering, blood bubbling up from each of the saved wounds, quickly soaking his uniform that hung halfway around his waist.

Su Yang tried to hold himself back from making a sound that would psychologically burden Tang Erda, as cold sweat mixed with tears and dripped down the tip of his nose to the ground.

It hurts too much, it just hurts too much!!!

It really hurts too much to fight this stuff off with all your might!!!

Tang Erda knelt in a trance beside Su Yang, whose profound pain was driving him mad.

For a moment he could not tell whether Su Yang was being tortured or whether he himself was being tortured.

For a few seconds Su Yang's tear-filled eyes locked with his and Tang Erda's mind went blank and he uncontrollably pulled out his skill gun and tried to shoot himself in the legs, hands and feet.

It seems that by going through some kind of pain together with Su Yang, he can make her feel better.

But Su Yang grabbed his wrist in a death grip and said, word for word, "Captain, you have more important things to do than to be here, like me, hurting yourself out of guilt."

"There's no point, Captain." He said softly.

The force with which Su Yang stopped him was so slight that Tang Erda could have easily broken free, but he dropped the gun shakily anyway - he saw the numerous scars on Su Yang's thin arms.

Unlike the bruises caused by the rose perfume, these bruises are all man-made - they are Su Yang's self-inflicted wounds.

Su Yang, whose face was also oozing blood from his wounds, looked up with a smile that was very hard to break, and the rose-red light in his eyes went out and became light and clear again:

"One, who had the same thing happen to me stopped me from hurting myself and told me if I could live by hating someone, to hate."

"Even if the person I hate is his best friend."

Su Yang's breathing began to slow, his eyelids drooped feebly and his tone of voice became much weaker.

"Even with his own eyes, he believed Bai Liu had not detonated the plant, and I could not convince him, and he could not convince me."

"We don't even have definitive proof that Bai Liu detonated the plant or not, Captain, and we've been working on these odd cases for years and know that sometimes what you see with your own eyes ......" doesn't equal everything.

So according to the theorem of the benefit of the doubt, the guy was actually right, I'm just too ......

One can always turn one's impotent anger on others and gradually become like an inhuman heretic.

I've lived like a heretic twisted and disgusted until now, and by the time I got to you, Captain, I wasn't sure if I was even a person anymore.

Su Yang opened his mouth to speak again, but the wounds on his back squirmed wildly at that moment, causing his eyes to turn red instantly.

The rose that had faded began to glow red again in Su Yang's eyes, and he screamed in pain, his soft expression becoming much more fierce.

Su Yang's grip on Tang Erda's arms tightened momentarily as he leaned forward to look directly at Erda, the roses in his eyes blooming alarmingly, hatred and lust flowing alarmingly across his unblemished face.

"Kill Bai Liu! Captain, I saw him detonate the factory, we can't afford to hesitate now! If we don't kill him, it'll all be irreversible!"

Su Yang's face fell and folded piece by piece, the rose petals in his eyes bent and stretched, completely and utterly in bloom.

"Kill me, Captain, I'm really going to turn into a heretic."

Tang Erda pulls out her gun, Su Yang smiles and closes her eyes.

The silver bullets cut a bloody slash across the ground with a thud mixed with a heartbreaking scream that could not be distinguished from anyone else's.

The other side.

The lines on the back of Lu Yizhan's neck creep forward and crawl up his face as he lies on the ground and inhales deeply, the roses in his eyes flickering as if to freeze in his eyes, but always stubbornly extinguished by Lu Yizhan and then swept back in the next wave of pain.

Bai Liu stood by and watched with quiet, downcast eyes, as if he had nothing to do with the man writhing and writhing on the floor, in pain.

"I should have known ...... your talent as a perfumer was so strong." Lu Yizhan exhaled to control the pain, cold sweat was already soaking through his clothes, but the bastard could actually distract himself out to flirt with Bai Liu, "This job is so lucrative, you should have been some kind of perfumer before."

Lu Yizhan is clearly referring to the normal perfumers in the real world.

Bai Liu gave a lazy "hmmm" and asked, "How long do you normally put up with this fragrance test that results in my talent reaching Perfumer Extraordinaire?"

"It's hard to say, look outside the factory workers' notice." Lu Yizhan said with a pale face, his words a little vague.

Bai Liu squatted down next to Lu Yizhan, his two hands casually resting on his knees as he looked directly at Lu Yizhan with an inescapable gaze: "So let me ask you another way, how long do you think my talent can torture you in this test before it stops?"

The perfumer's paper test lasts for ten minutes, depending on the person's talent, but on Lu Yizhan's side the test was clearly longer than ten minutes, and the pattern did not stop there, but began to spread to other intact areas of Lu Yizhan's body.

If the factory worker had been in there, he would probably have been surprised to see the test results and told Bai Liu that he had enough talent to hold up the fragrance test paper.

And this talent exceeds the test range of the test paper, usually there is only one result, that is, the test paper directly alienated into a monster, in the jargon of the factory door, that is, scrap.

But Lu Yizhan is another surprisingly strong-willed guy who is not willing to be alienated by his desires, so now he is holding on for dear life and it's actually keeping him going.

The result is also clear: Lu Yizhan has to endure twice as much pain all the time.

Bai Liu's gift made it impossible to stop the experiment once it had begun, which meant that unless Lu Yizhan gave up, he would continue to endure the increasingly intense pain until he became a monster.

And Bai Liu could see that Lu Yizhan was trying to hold on and was avoiding the subject, which is why he asked him.

Even though Lu Yizhan's arms and legs were shaking from the pain, he jokingly replied to Bai Liu, "At least 30 years, how else would I treat you to such a long hot pot?"

Bai Liu lowered his eyes and watched Lu Yizhan's white, bloodless face divided into ghastly chunks by the cracks that grew and then oozed blood, but the man's eyes were still clean, just not roses.

Lu Yizhan is one of the strangest people Bai Liu has ever met, bar none.

Given the choice of billions of people around the world, most of them would cowardly choose to give themselves up to become monsters if they had to live with the pain all the time, or simply seek death if they had the backbone to do so.

But not Lu Yizhan, who wants to live openly, painfully and with a smile.

He has the resilience and goodness that any ordinary person would have, only more stubborn and thick and unshakeable, something Bai Liu usually thinks an intelligent person doesn't have.

But Lu Yizhan is smart, it's just that this guy has all his intellectual points on good deeds and is a good person in the true sense of the word.

According to Bai Liu's understanding of most good guys, they must be the first to go when turmoil comes, or in the worldview set by a game like Rose Factory, the good guys must be the first to go.

And Lu Yizhan also seems strange in the group of good people because, according to his logic, he would have found a way to keep himself alive and keep others alive in order to save more people - he would have been the good guy who lived to the end.

"I actually wanted to kill you, Lu Yizhan ." Bai Liu said from the bottom of his heart, "It's easier for a good man like you to die in a world like this, it's too painful to live."

Lu Yizhan was in so much pain that one eye was already closed, his teeth grimacing and his muscles twitching, but at Bai Liu's words he suddenly let out a laugh as he struggled to open his eyes, propped up his upper body in a wretched manner, and said to Bai Liu, almost in a somewhat vicious manner.

"Don't underestimate the people's police, it's just a bottle of perfume."

"Do good people make them more vulnerable? Bai Liu I'm telling you, good people can go to great lengths to be good!"

"You think you're bad and you're good? I'm telling you, Bai Liu, you can't beat me!"