Chapter 70 Huahua Farm (Part 9)

There is no doubt that the rules that suddenly appeared on the rule paper came from Bai Tao.

Bai Tao used his imagination many times in the white space, but on the rule paper, there was only one rule: "White space cannot be damaged."

Look at the rule paper for number 8, there is nothing on it.

I don't understand the principle.

On the other side, No. 1 held the small card and questioned No. 11.

"XX agent? They are all temporary workers. Do you have other tasks? Tell me, was it you who caused the giant bear to appear?"

No. 11 was not afraid of being outnumbered. "Why are you so eager to put the blame on me? I think you are the culprit who summoned the giant bear, right?"

Before No. 1 bit back, he directly stated his purpose: "Passerby A is preparing to work as a temporary worker at Huahua Farm, and I am coming here as a temporary worker to find him." He looked like a fanatical fan of Passerby A.

Baitao: "..."

The name...

No. 11 was considerate and promoted the story of Passerby A: "Passerby A has no fixed place to live and no fixed job. He has been working as a temporary worker to avoid the rules of Dream City. He is very powerful and is the idol of all those who fight against the company's scattered people!"

No. 8: “Ahem…”

No. 11's voice is very loud, aiming to attract the attention of all temporary workers in the white space.

The lips and teeth are interdependent. There are 4 people on the opposite side, and 7 on their side.

Holding the imaginary bomb, he stepped back: "The file is yours, can I leave now? Ah——"

The floor disappeared, and everyone felt empty beneath their feet and began to fall—

Everyone landed on the tracks one by one.

They landed safely, but the impact was so great that none of the temporary workers landed standing.

There is glue all over the tracks.

Bai Tao and a group of temporary workers were stuck and unable to move.

Bai Tao adjusted her posture before landing. She landed on her knees and her upper body could move freely.

Other temporary workers are in a much worse situation.

There are the face-to-the-ground type, the lying-on-the-ground type, and the upside-down type...

None of the poses were repeated, except for number 1, who had wings and was the only one of the temporary workers to survive.

The temporary workers were cursing and trying to break free from the glue, while No. 1 was laughing happily in the air.

Murphy's Law, when bad things happen to you, worse things will happen to you later.

——The tracks are turning.

A house number appeared from far to near——【Slaughterhouse】

Wing No. 1 disappeared in the air, and she screamed and fell next to Bai Tao.

"wing--"

"My wings—"

Bai Tao: "Shut up, you're disturbing my ears."

Number 1 glared, and suddenly opened his eyes wide: "You you you——"

"Are you human??"

Number 1's voice was even shriller than before, and it was broken.

Touching the top of her head and tail, her disguise was gone.

Baitao: "..."

I was careless and lost my equipment while bungee jumping.

Just as they were about to kill the insect and silence him, No. 1's face became blurred and his inhuman features gradually disappeared.

The same is true for temporary colleagues on the same track, who have all become human beings.

Bai Tao looked calm: "You are also a human now."

Huahua Farm, with a sign that read "Slaughterhouse," plus the temporary workers who had turned into humans, some of them really imagined the scene that their supervisor required.

There are 11 temporary workers on the tracks. Which temporary worker imagined a new scene and sent himself in?

More humans with blurred faces appeared on the tracks. They were naked and hairless, lying empty on the tracks like newborn babies, motionless.

"Clang clang clang——"

At the end of the tracks is a five-meter-long guillotine with a sharp blade. One cut, two cuts, three cuts... it cuts the suddenly appearing human phantom into minced meat bit by bit.

"Hmm~ What's going on? What's that sound? What's in front?"

No. 11, who was face down on the ground, was very uneasy. He was at the front of the tracks and could hear the sound of the guillotine most clearly.

Unfortunately, his entire face was stuck to the tracks and he couldn’t see the falling guillotine.

No one answered him.

The 'kind' colleagues are waiting for No. 11 to test the sharpness of the guillotine for everyone.

"The front is safe, the front is safe, the back is safe..."

Number 11 kept muttering.

The guillotine is still there, Bai Tao makes some guesses and tries to use the [turtle shell] prop that was previously concrete.

Also failed.

Bai Tao was sure that they were still in the white space, so was it that her imagination was no match for her or that it failed?

The constant sound of chopping meat in his ears made No. 11 more and more frightened. He gave up using the unreliable method of imagination to save himself and turned to look for other ways to save himself.

But his face and hands were stuck to the tracks, leaving no space at all.

No. 11 kept struggling, and finally his desire to live outweighed his concern for his face.

No. 11 tore it off with force, leaving his face skin on the track.

He raised his bloody face and looked towards the source of the sound, and then he saw the guillotine falling from the sky—

No. 11’s skull flew out and rolled right next to Bai Tao.

Baitao: "..."

A bit unlucky.

The remaining body of No. 11 was chopped into minced meat by the guillotine.

Without a head, the monsters in the Dream City would be dead no matter how strong their regeneration abilities were.

Number 11 is completely dead.

After seeing what happened to No. 11, the other temporary workers dared not stay on the track.

All kinds of tricks are used to try to escape the constraints of the tracks.

You are all monsters lying here. Even if you are wearing clothes, it is inevitable that some non-human parts will touch the tracks.

Becoming human is just an illusion, those inhuman characteristics still exist.

The hair of No. 8, the arms of No. 2, and the wings of No. 1.

It would cost a huge price to escape from the glue tracks.

—A layer of skin or a pair of wings.

Not everyone is as limited as No. 11, with useless imagination. All temporary workers have their own abilities.

After No. 11 comes No. 2, then the white peach, followed by No. 1 and No. 8.

Bai Tao couldn't see what No. 2's other six arms were doing, but he did lose a layer of skin - the skin on his arms.

He took out a shovel and chopped hard at the track -

Number 1 behind him was equally unwilling to be outdone. He clenched his fists and smashed hard on the track.

The force was not great, but Bai Tao saw a flash of green light. No. 1's strength was not in strength, but in toxins.

The glue loses its activity visibly.

As long as No. 1 is given time, breaking free from the tracks will not be a problem at all.

Bai Tao couldn't do much about the glue, but she had a good brain and adjusted the direction in advance, so that the only parts affected were the tail feathers and below the knees.

It's not impossible to give yourself a new skin, but of course this is the last resort.

Now what to do is - try to destroy the tracks.

A baseball bat appears, and start smashing!

The people behind began to imitate No. 11, giving up a layer of skin, and then getting entangled by the ubiquitous glue on the track.

After seeing what the three temporary workers in front did, they also started smashing the tracks.

In the distance, a sharp guillotine was hung by a thick rope, relying on gravity to cut the human body up and down.

In this slaughterhouse, the guillotine is the key, and we must deal with it first.

Give up and fight the tracks.

"Number 2, knife!"

Normally, Bai Tao's chelicerae are not there, and the only thing she has on her body is a utility knife besides a baseball bat.

Neither is useful with a rope.

Unfortunately, No. 2 and Bai Tao have no tacit understanding at all.

Bai Tao explained a few more sentences before No. 2 understood what she meant.

He stood up without saying anything.

When Bai Tao thought he was going to throw the knife, No. 2 ran away.

He stepped on the ground with his feet, not caring about the layers of skin stuck to him by glue.

Relying on his strong self-healing ability, he ran in the opposite direction of the guillotine, which is the direction of Bai Tao.

"The guillotine is right in front of me. Sorry."

Baitao: "..."

She is a fool for wanting to cooperate with the residents of Dream City!

You won't give it to me, right? Then she snatched it away.

Just as No. 2 was about to run past Bai Tao, she suddenly stood up.

A sweeping kick went straight to No. 2's lower body, making him unstable.

No. 2 has eight arms, and Bai Tao clearly remembers which arm holds what weapon.

Even if she was blinded by fantasy, she could find the hand holding the knife.

He grabbed and folded the air with both hands, a bone breaking sound was heard, and a big knife appeared out of thin air.

With the knife in hand, he kicked No. 2 hard in the back. His upper body was stuck deep in the glue track and he couldn't get out for a short time.

Bai Tao turned around and threw the knife, accurately hitting the rope.

The rope broke and the guillotine fell with a loud bang.

The temporary workers went bungee jumping again.

Familiar ground and familiar way of landing, the group fell back into the white space.

A mechanical sound I had never heard before rang in my ears.

[Ding, the copy scene construction failed, please continue to work hard next time! ]

Silence, deathly silence—

No. 2 forgot to settle the score with Bai Tao, No. 1 fell from the sky, and No. 8 gave up running away...

The actions of the temporary workers seemed to have been stopped.

No. 4: "Did you hear that? [Copy build failed]?"

"Bang--"

Number 10 fell to the ground.

Before everyone could check the situation, a door appeared near No. 10's body. The door opened and the supervisor appeared, who grabbed No. 10.

“Hi, everyone, thank you for your hard work. Although this was a failed scene building, it is always good to have experience. I hope you will continue to work hard and complete the scene building.”

"Wait! You want us to build a replica?"

Faced with many temporary workers with uncertain expressions, the supervisor still had a smiling face.

"That's right. Those who successfully build a copy will become the master of the copy."

As soon as these words were spoken, the eyes of several temporary workers lit up. This pie was drawn extremely deliciously.

Bai Tao raised her chin and poured cold water on him: "What about those who failed in building the dungeon?"

No. 10 seemed to have died suddenly, and it was hard for Bai Tao not to associate him with the previous slaughterhouse.

The supervisor shook his head at No. 10: "You mean him? He's still alive."

Facing everyone's questioning eyes, the supervisor said: "I'm not lying, you can use the lie detector."

In the white space, it is easy to visualize a lie detector prop.

After the polygraph test, half of the temporary workers had ambition flashing in their eyes.

The supervisor was still trying to persuade him: "If you become a copy master, you will be personally received by my boss."

Bai Tao's eyes also lit up.

Meeting the owner of Huahua Farm was one of Bai Tao's purposes for this trip.

And she had a hunch that this white space that could be used to create different scenes might be related to "Li Qingzhao".

Because the fate of No. 10 is not like what the simple-minded Dream City would do.

This makes sense, as Huahua Farm did not allow its own employees to use the white space to build copies, but instead called in temporary workers.

Huahua Farm and its employees were rejected.

In the white space, the supervisor never used his imagination.

It’s not that I don’t want to, but that I can’t.

He couldn't even stay here for long.

Last time he stayed in the white space for no more than 5 minutes, what about this time?

Bai Tao stopped the supervisor and pretended to ask.