In the center of the room stood a huge glass-making, copper-iron-clad exhibition cabinet that Bai Liu had seen once, filled with an unknown viscous liquid.
That was the first time he saw Tavier in the museum in Siren Town, used to hold the other's display cabinet, and at this moment, in this game called the Rose Factory, the same display cabinet It was no longer the beautiful and rotten mermaid, but a bright red, beating heart.
The cold cold water metal pipes were drilled through the small openings on the top of the display cabinet and connected to the openings of the aorta, pulmonary artery, pulmonary vein, main vein, and superior and inferior vena cava of the heart, and then used some kind of staple-like device Fixed on the blood vessel wall.
The pipes are turned into steel and iron blood vessels, and the "blood vessels" are surging with a certain pink liquid exuding the fragrance of roses, just like the color of blood after carbon monoxide poisoning, and the heart is as bright as a soldering iron and is surrounded by hard blood vessels. Standing, suspended in the center of the display cabinet, it beats regularly and calmly.
That was the old friend of Bai Liu who had reunited after a long absence, and was given the name of the evil god, the heart of the monster called Tavel.
Bai Liu's vague memory was clear for a moment in front of this bright red heart.
He remembered that he was still a white six. When he first met Sheta, he had a mischievous smile, lying on the front table of the church, nodding Sheta's heart, and asking Sheta badly if you said you were wrong. A dying monster, if someone, like me, deliberately dig out your heart, will you die?
And Sheta answered without any waves, he would not, my heart will beat on your hand.
He has never deceived Bai Liu, and Tavel will certainly not die, but the place where his heart beats is no longer in Bai Liu's palm, but in a game full of roses and destruction.
Tavel's heart was like a thorn in the disappearance of a dry leaf rose, appearing abruptly at the moment when the white willow was nowhere to be found, and it pierced the heart of the man who once claimed to have taken it out with his own hands.
The factory worker who led Bai Liu brought forward the unresponsive Bai Liu, and led him to a wooden staircase behind the heart display cabinet.
Bai Liu stood on the first floor of the stairs, reaching out to the openings where the pipes reached into the exhibition cabinet.
The factory worker explained to him the next steps,
Respect the instrument, use it carefully, and don’t touch the pipes above. The inside is filled with the original perfume liquid that has been extracted and distilled. It is still hot. It takes the heart cycle to become a perfumer. The raw materials used, but the effectiveness of this raw material is not strong, and it is still far from the low-level perfume, it will become stronger through the configuration of a talented perfumer."
"Next, we will give you a perfume stock that has not been recycled and let you drop it in this glass cabinet. If the stock has a certain degree of discoloration, it means that you have the talent to use this instrument. The darker the color, the more you adjust it. The talent of the incense master is stronger." 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 original perfume liquid in Bai Liu's palm, carefully opened the crowded pipes, revealing a small opening, and gently pushed him, "Try it now."
Bai Liu held the original perfume liquid in his palm and looked down at the heart motionlessly, with no emotion in his eyes.
The heart was beating "dongdongdong" under his eyes, as if it was still in Sieta's chest.
The factory worker looked at Bai Liu, who was motionless, "Processor No. 70365, why aren't you down?"
I don't know if it was his illusion. He always felt that the processor, who had always been calm, seemed to get angry the moment he saw this instrument.
Although there was no change in his expression, his aura suddenly became terrifying.
Obviously the appearance of a little girl, but it made him, an adult, dare not urge him loudly and loudly. He only dared to remind politely that if someone had such ink stains during testing, he would have cursed a long time ago.
The instrument is very precious and should not be exposed for a long time as this will contaminate the instrument.
Bai Liu stepped forward at the urging of the factory worker, raised his hand flatly without expression, then changed his hand, dripping the original liquid from the opening.
A drop of the rose-red liquid fell in the glass cabinet, and as the viscous liquid was washed away with layers of ripples, the rose-red color deepened and expanded.
The factory worker's eyes widened in astonishment, and he looked at Bai Liu blankly and incredulously.
But this is just a prelude change.
Soon, a gust of wind that didn’t know where it came from swept through this confined space. The drop of the original liquid dripping into the display cabinet was like a very dense pigment, which began to spread and thicken with a strange curvature of the pigment. Gradually deepen one by one.
The liquid spreads from a kind of rose red that is close to pink, into a deep rose red, and then into a light red. Finally, when the original liquid spreads to the heart, it has become a mature rose red.
At the same time, as the color in the glass cabinet became thicker, the speed of the heartbeat began to increase, accelerating the speed of pumping 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 seep "blood" and shook, and they seemed to fall off soon. The thick glass turned red with a "crack" sound. Cracks appeared.
The factory worker yelled in a panic to the employee guarding the instrument. This employee was also a bit confused when he encountered this situation for the first time.
These are thick metal pipes and bulletproof glass
"Put the water and change the tank" the employee roared and suddenly pulled down the gate at hand.
Suddenly, the lid under the glass cabinet opened, and at the same time an underground water outlet opened. The red liquid inside was poured out clean. Almost at the same time, the box outside was lifted up and removed, and a newer and stronger box came from below. Raise, inject liquid, and suspend the heart again.
When Bai Liu was changing the water, he was taken to the next room by the factory worker. This scene of changing the liquid did not allow too many people to be present to avoid pollution.
Just as the factory worker was frightened by what had just happened, he inadvertently caught Bai Liu smiling.
It was a horrifying, demonic smile of satisfaction that seemed to have received a response from that living dead heart instrument.
The smile on the immature face of a blind girl with gray eyes looked particularly chilling.
He didn't even dare to ask the little girl what he was laughing at. He just remembered what he had just seen, and vaguely judged that the factory had welcomed the most talented perfumer ever.
That color is already unique to the special perfume.
The factory worker swallowed nervously. He tremblingly in the small room next to the instrument, with his hand still stained with the original liquid, he wrote down an application form.
Dear superiors and 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 installed the instrument The glass case is cracked, which sounds like an unforgivable thing and must be sentenced to death
But please allow me to argue for this processor. This is indeed excusable. I hereby write an application form requesting that you not only not sentence her to death, but also promote her as a perfumer.
In this test, the red color given by the instrument is a ruby-like, blood-like, deep and beautiful red that I have never seen before. If I didn’t pretend to guess, then this person made some mistakes. The processor will be the most talented perfumer in our rose factory since its establishment.
We know how unfortunate it is for perfumers in this world, how close to death is a profession, selected by the organs of the dead, producing the perfume of death, and finally going to in the fragrance of death.
This processing worker is the most deadly person I have ever seen. She was born for death. She is a genius of this profession. Obviously I and the instrument think so. So far, please consider my proposal carefully.
The May Rose Festival is approaching, and we have never needed a perfumer who can produce special perfumes like we do now.
After writing this application, the factory worker hurriedly took Bai Liu to the office on the third floor and began to go through the formalities related to the conversion of a processing worker to a factory worker.
At the same time, another factory worker took Tang Erda, who had been replaced with disinfection protective clothing, and walked into the instrument storage room that was reorganized again.
Tang Er frowned and stared at the room. Like Bai Liu, he recognized the irregularities in the structure of the room.
The room in this game and the artificially constructed organization of Dangerous Heresy, the room numbered 0001 looks exactly the same.
His gaze swept across the dark red instrument storage room full of cooling pipes, and finally fixed in the center of the room, placed in a huge glass display case, a strange, isolated heart that links these cooling pipes. The heart is still beating.
Tang Er Da has many years of experience dealing with dangerous heretics and the memory of clearing countless games, but whether in reality or in the game, he has never seen such a strange heresy, or a monster.
It seems that as long as the heart is allowed to beat for an extra second, his heartbeat frequency will be bewitched, and gradually it will be in line with the beating of this evil heart.
The experience of dealing with these evil heretics for many years has allowed Tang Erda to develop extremely keen intuition. He looked at the beating heart, his brows were twisted deeper and deeper, his hands stretched out behind him, and the concentrated light spots formed Tang Erba's palms condensed into a silver hand.
The muzzle was aimed at the heart from an imperceptible angle.
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