Liu Jiayi also noticed something was wrong. She looked up at Bai Liu who was holding his hand, frowned, and approached him. She lowered her voice and asked, "I turned on the small TV and muted the sound. The audience couldn't hear what you said to me. What's going on? I think something is wrong. There are too many coincidences. It feels like..."

"Someone designed this game for Tang Er and I to break in, right?" Bai Liu said calmly.

Bai Liu's eyes still fell on the newspaper wall in the glass window: "Don't you think the last round of games seemed to be designed to wait for you and me? A game that has been registered once should not happen again, but it just so happened that the welfare home where you work had all its investment withdrawn and reached the end of the road. In order to make the final profit, the director of the welfare home had to use you, the only remaining children, again. In the end, the matter was brought to my eyes."

"What a coincidence! I met Liu Huai in "Last Train", so he owed me a favor. Then, because of something in real life, he followed me into "Love Welfare Home", and the game design just happened to separate you from him, so that I was in the same camp with him."

Bai Liu stared motionlessly at the painful, black and white face of Lu Yizhan in the newspaper, and said calmly:

"Including Mu Sicheng in the second round, he also happened to meet Liu Huai. Liu Huai is like a link between you and me, and at the same time he is also your psychological weakness. He was put into the game with me, and then I will naturally use your weaknesses to restrain you so that I can gain benefits, and thus the conflict between us will be intensified. You will choose to kill me, and I will be forced to fight back and kill you."

"I seldom believe that there are so many deliberate coincidences in this world." Bai Liu lowered his eyes and retracted his gaze from the newspaper wall.

Liu Jiayi suddenly realized and murmured to herself: "...It's as if someone deliberately created so many coincidences, exposing our weaknesses for you to exploit, and then let us fight each other..."

"But I didn't kill you, and you didn't kill me either. The game that the people behind the scenes were playing on us has reached a stalemate." Bai Liu said in a light tone, "So this time, in order to further intensify the conflict between me and my opponent, my weakness has also been put into the game this time."

"Your friend Lu Yizhang has also been dragged into this." Liu Jiayi responded quickly, "You will definitely speed up the clearance process for this, but in this game, only one player can become the factory manager, so your competition with Captain Tang will be even more intense."

"Yeah." Bai Liu's attitude was still very calm. "But the chips sent by the other party will probably drive Tang Erda completely crazy. The 17 members involved in the explosion just now were all members of the third team. The accident happened when Su Yang led the team to inspect the factory."

"It's hard for Tang Erda to stay rational about this kind of thing."

Bai Liu was silent for a second. He didn't tell Liu Jiayi, but the more complicated situation was that in another timeline, Tang Erda saw with his own eyes that he dominated this rose-colored explosion that could be said to have led to the fall of the world.

This fundamentally leads to the fact that when Tang Er completes the game, he will definitely choose to kill Bai Liu, the culprit who may have caused the explosion, to prevent the tragic ending from happening again.

Everything fits together seamlessly to form a trap that seems to have been specially created to trap Bai Liu and Tang Erda. The only way to break this trap is to kill Tang Erda, just as Tang Erda's only way out is to kill him.

The man who controlled everything behind the scenes used Su Yang's death to drive Tang Erda out of control and mad, turning him into a monster hunter who lost his bottom line. Now this man is using the same old trick again, using Lu Yizhang's death to induce Bai Liu to abandon the principles and bottom line that Lu Yizhang had built for Bai Liu - he is tempting Bai Liu again and again to kill innocent people with his own hands, turning him into a crazy and sober monster like Tang Erda.

This person is forcing him to become Bai Liu.

The workers continued to walk inside, passing through an extremely deep and depressing corridor, and an office appeared in front of Bai Liu. After entering, it was an office decorated in a classical style. Behind the walnut desk sat a manager wearing glasses and drinking rose tea.

The manager was not wearing protective clothing, but a formal and well-made suit. It was obvious that his status was one level higher than the worker who brought Bai Liu and the others here.

The man raised his head and looked at Bai Liu and Liu Jiayi. In the center of his eyes there was a rose that was slowly blooming.

The rose in the manager's eyes was fresh and tender, and obviously more vigorous than the withering rose in the workers' eyes. Matching this was the manager's faint rose scent, which Bai Liu could smell even through protective clothing - the manager was like a fresh rose bud emitting a faint fragrance.

"Are you the new workers?" The manager put down his teacup and looked at Bai Liu and Liu Jiayi with a little arrogance. "You have come to the most famous rose factory in the world. You are preparing for the world's most premium perfume. I hope you take your work seriously."

As he spoke, the manager took out two contracts from the drawer under the desk, raised his chin and pushed them to Bai Liu and Liu Jiayi who were sitting opposite him.

"This is our labor contract. Once you sign it and get your work badge, you can go to work."

Bai Liu picked up the labor contract, flipped through it quickly, and then put it down, looking at the manager with an ambiguous look: "No set working hours? Free three meals a day and accommodation? Salaries are settled in the form of rose leaf gas perfume? No money?"

"Do you have any opinions?" The manager looked at Bai Liu with contempt. "Now only the top companies in the world dare to use rose dried leaf gas as salary to pay their employees. Ordinary people who can't buy rose dried leaf gas are desperate to get into our factory just to get perfume as salary."

"Now you can go anywhere and use your perfume to exchange for anything you want, food, houses, jewelry, gold, even beautiful men and women, and even the flesh of any rare animal. Now the whole world is going crazy for rose stem gas."

The manager took a sip of rose tea slowly. The roses in his eyes became more gorgeous. He smiled with a strange sense of pride. "Because without perfume, people will wither. Money is just a pile of waste paper. It is no longer the hard currency of this world."

"The rose is."

Bai Liu was silent for a second, then quickly bent down and signed the contract. Liu Jiayi also signed in silence. However, the worker who led them here was reluctant to leave, staring at the bottom of the cup of rose tea that had been drunk up by the manager with an extremely eager look.

The manager tipped his teacup down as usual, and a drop of tea fell on the ground. The worker who led Bai Liu and the others immediately knelt on the ground, bent over like a dignified dog, and greedily and fanatically stretched out his cracked tongue from under his protective suit to lick the drop of tea that was about to evaporate on the ground.

The moment the worker licked the tea, his black, cracked tongue was like a dry field that was moistened. It squirmed and shrank from a dry, cracked petal shape to a normal light pink tongue.

The supervisor kicked away the worker's head that was licking the ground in disgust: "Be careful, don't let your stench pollute the rose fragrance of my office."

The worker knelt on the ground with his hands and bowed his head, full of gratitude and joy for receiving a gift: "Thank you for this drop of tea, manager! This is the most fragrant rose tea I have ever tasted! It is made from dried roses extracted with dry leaf gas!"

The worker lay on the ground that had been licked clean by his tongue, looking intoxicated, and took a deep breath: "It tastes... so wonderful!"

As if he only knew that he would not get any extra reward if he stayed here, the worker stood up reluctantly, took a look at the teacup, bowed very respectfully and stepped back: "Manager, then I will take the two new flower pickers to work first."

After saying this, his expression changed, and the worker waved at Bai Liu impatiently: "Follow me!"

Bai Liu and Liu Jiayi lowered their heads and followed the worker in quick steps all the way to the outside of the factory.

The flower fields are mysterious and graceful at night. Insects emitting blue fluorescence are landing on the budding flowers. The breeze blows gently between the petals, making the roses rise and fall like waves in the night, making slight scraping sounds. The deep red wet soil reflects a color under the moonlight, as if it has just been moistened by blood.

The worker looked at them and said, "This is where you work. Our factory uses 16,000 acres of flower fields to grow dried roses. One or two workers are responsible for one of the fields. You are responsible for picking the roses in this field."

"The night is when the dried roses bloom. This kind of rose is very sensitive to sunlight. You have to pick as many dried roses as possible before they encounter the first rays of sunrise and retract their petals. Only the dried wild roses at night can produce the most beautiful, pure and unadulterated fragrance. Dried roses after daybreak have no fragrance."

The worker led Bai Liu and Liu Jiayi to the edge of the flower field, pointed to a row of simple tents in the flower field corridor, and said with a gloating tone: "Do you see that small tent? The factory does not provide dormitories for you, the lowest-level flower pickers. You have to live in these tents in the flower field. Just look around. If there is no one living in a tent, it means that the flower picker has been fired and has become a refugee. You can just move in and live there."

There were indeed many crude and dirty fabric tents set up on the narrow ridges between the flower fields. These tents were of different sizes and seemed to allow at most three people to live in at the same time. The tents were made of canvas in gray-blue color, which is originally a very stain-resistant material and color, but now they were covered with splashes of blood and handprints.

I don't know if it was real blood, or if the worker just wiped the dirt off his body onto the tent after finishing his work.