Chapter 204: The Rose Factory

Qi Yifang was confused when she heard Liu Jiayi's sudden comment: "What, what time!"

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

Qi Yifang, who was forced to run along: "????"

I really didn't get it, but you're hitting me too hard for saying it so bluntly, little witch!

Liu Jiayi, on the run, is extremely determined, and a little chagrined - such a simple riddle, and she hasn't thought of it until now, when Bai Liu reminds her!

When she saw the keyword "dismemberment", she should have realized that it was a collector's game, just like "Last Train", the game "Rose Factory" had a secret thread buried underneath the simple upgrade thread, and the secret thread led straight to the collection Tavel, the clue to the limbs!

The hint she gets - [The time on you is unique and irreversible until the real death comes].

There was only one thing in this game that hinted at her true death and irreversible timing - and that was the newspaper display case she and Bai Liu had seen posted when they had just entered the factory, with all the major events of the Rose Factory through the years!

Every expansion and expansion of the Rose Factory has been accompanied by the death of countless people, a veritable path of bloody development, a real death for those in this game world, an irreversible time.

For her and Bai Liu, the outsiders, this time was illusory, reversible, but if they died in the game, they would be frozen in time, one of the deaths at the Rose Factory, recorded in the newspapers, posted on the wall - and that was the point!

Liu Jiayi, out of breath, went through the main entrance of the Rose Factory and found the display case she had first seen.

The display case is neatly lined with newspapers, and Liu Jiayi stares steadily at the wall of papers, her eyes narrowing as she begins to count them from top to bottom, while using a marker to mark the dates and times of the deaths in space.

After Liu Jiayi had finished marking all the numbers, Qi Yifang could not help but feel a little tingling in his back as he looked at the dense, death-defying numbers.

Once Liu Jiayi had sorted them out, Qi Yifang noticed that something was wrong - the distribution of numbers representing time looked particularly neat in the horizontal and columns, with a shape vaguely resembling a square.

"Sure enough, the range of rows and columns where the date of death appears is 400*400." Liu Jiayi took a step back as she looked at the wall she had drawn out and exhaled with a stony gaze, "Exactly the number of acres of flower fields in the Rose Factory, sixteen thousand. "

At this point in the decryption, it was clear that Tavel's dismembered body was buried beneath a field of flowers, and that each number on the newspaper wall corresponded to a field of flowers - now the question was, which, or which number, would Tavel's body be buried under?

There are ten numbers from 0 - 9. What number would this psychopath who buried Tavel have picked, or how many of any number, to bury him in?

Was it his birthday? Was it the day he acquired his adoptive parents' property, his wife's property, or the day he bought the idol?

What numbers have special meaning to him?

No way! There are too many numbers! This guy's diary doesn't contain the special markings and typical numbers that performing serial killers like to show over and over again! No way to tell!

Liu Jiayi grimaced as she gritted her teeth and re-examined the entire digital wall.

The deafening sounds of fighting were heard from outside the window, and Liu Jiayi's ground floor display case was close to where Bai Liu and Tang Erda were fighting.

The rubble slides down the wall as if it is about to collapse completely in the next moment.

Thinking in such an environment is obviously not an easy task, especially when you know that your teammate Bai Liu is playing against someone whose panel value is dozens of times higher than his.

Even Qi Yifang, an outsider who had no idea who was fighting with whom, could not help but be alert and watchful, taking out his weathervane to look around, "What's the commotion?"

Liu Jiayi took a deep breath as she dismissed all her complicated thoughts in the violently shaking background and closed her eyes.

No, she was thinking in the wrong way.

She's not supposed to think in terms of a big psychotic boss within a game, which is the conventional way of thinking about solving a mystery, but it doesn't apply in The Rose Factory.

Because this game is not a simple game, Rose Factory is a game that someone, or something, has prepared for Bai Liu, as Bai Liu has already told her, and everything in this game, including the psychotic generation of factory managers, is designed to irritate Bai Liu in order to achieve the designer's goals.

If you think about it in this way, what number would the people behind it have chosen to bury the body of someone who had a special meaning to Bai Liu?

As debris gushed down from Liu Jiayi's face, Qi Yifang called out to her anxiously, "Little witch! This house is not going to hold!"

Liu Jiayi opened his eyes, "It's six!"

Bai Liu's former name was Bai six!

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

Qi Yifang chokes and covers his mouth with an OK gesture, uses a weathervane to shield his head from the sand and gravel gathering and gets close to the display case for a quick memory.

On the right, Liu Jiayi is lying on the display case to his right with his eyes rolling rapidly and his mouth whispering silently, also remembering fast.

Near the end of their shorthand, there was a sudden, earth-shattering bang in the adjacent corridor, and a twisted humanoid object smashed through the corridor wall and into the piazza floor crumbling into a huge crater.

With the crunching sound of a limb cracking, the man who was smashed in let out a heart-rending cry of pain at the same time.

Soon the man smashed into the pit was bleeding from his seven orifices, his chest cavity was sunken, and he slowly died with his head tilted and pupils dilated.

Liu Jiayi's pupils clenched as she looked back and saw that the man in the pit who had only just died had a face she knew well.

Dressed in the uniform of the Bureau of Heretics, his light-coloured eyes dead, his face blue and bloodless, his limbs twisted and broken inwards in a strange position, his chest plate soaked in blood, Liu Jiayi still recognised him.

--This is Su Yang.

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Fifteen minutes earlier, in another corridor across the piazza, Bai Liu, leaning against the wall with his hands up in surrender, was facing off with Tang Erda, who had a gun pointed at him.

"I concede, how about a break in the middle? Captain Tang, would you mind taking a break before you hit me?" Bai Liu leaned back against the wall, he looked at Tang Erda with a smile on his face, he reached out and put Tang Erda's gun away, "You won't be using this gun for a while, how about putting it away?"

Bai Liu was badly bruised, with internal blood seeping from the corners of his mouth from the beating and abrasions from the dragging of his face, but no gunshot wounds, all from limb to limb - Tang Erda didn't want to finish him off that easily with a single shot.

Perhaps the former captain of the third detachment himself did not expect that he would choose to treat his enemies in the way he once most loathed and hated.

But no matter how much he tortured Bai Liu, he could not see the same pain on his face as he did on his own.

Bai Liu always looks at him calmly, even with a smile, and it is clear that the other man is the one being tortured, but with every punch Tang Erda throws, with every hard blow to Bai Liu's abdomen and face, hearing the other man's muffled grunts of pain, he seems to suffer a million times more than Bai Liu.

Tang Erda feels pain because of torturing others, anger because there are innocent people being tortured somehow - this is what he chose to become a Heretic Bureau member in the first place, and to this day there is nothing he can do to change it even if he goes mad.

And now anger and pain are indistinguishably intertwined in his face, and in the dark blue eyes of Tang Erda, who looks directly at Bai Liu, lives a monster called Bai six.

Even being a bad guy is about talent, and unfortunately, Tang Erda doesn't have it.

Bai Liu leaned back against the wall and lowered his eyes to look across him at the heavily breathing, grimacing Tang Erda with pity in his eyes, " Captain Tang, spare yourself, you're not good at this kind of thing."

All the expression on Tang Erda's face disappeared in a flash.

He looked up indifferently, cupped Bai Liu's wrist with his left hand and drove him to the side, landed, flipped, lifted the bone and stepped down.

Bai Liu's face was covered in cold sweat from the pain, but he still looked calm: "Well, it hurts, not like you can use it."

Tang Erda couldn't help but look grim once again, "This is the same torture method you used on Su Yang once!!!"

"He was shipped back with almost every bone in his body broken! You left tapes in his stomach to tell me--"

The rose in his eyes blossomed ever more intensely, but his tone took on a bitter tone of hate and tears, "You said that what I fucking did to you was petty - you said you'd come and teach me yourself, that's what you call fucking torture!!!"