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It was getting dark.

The wounded Liu Jiayi and Bai Liu lay beside the flower field. They had been back for a while and were now recuperating - the battle with the refugees during the day almost emptied the stamina of Liu Jiayi and the weak Bai Liu.

But they both managed to run back successfully in the end.

After returning, Bai Liu found two new, larger burlap bags next to the flower field. It must be the processor who came and gave them the sacks for picking roses tonight.

Liu Jiayi was still lying next to Bai Liu, panting. "I still have one to two hours to recover my stamina. So should we wait? Or should we go to the fields and pick roses to attract the refugees?"

"Your plan to use the other four people requires a large number of refugees, right?" Liu Jiayi sat up by supporting herself on the ground. She stretched her arms behind her neck, twisted her shoulders, and shook her hands as a warm-up exercise.

She squinted at Bai Liu who was sitting next to him and said, "Although I think this plan is very dangerous and could easily fail, you won't change it, right?"

Bai Liu rolled his eyes and looked at Liu Jiayi who was sitting next to him: "No."

Liu Jiayi was very mature and sighed in worry. She was like an old lady who was worried about the future of her useless son. She held her forehead and turned to look at Bai Liu:

"I sometimes hope that as a twenty-something adult, you can be more sensible, stop thinking about winning by gambling, and take the path of a normal young player."

"But it's too early to talk about this with a C-level player like you. Wait until you grow up a little bit. Anyway, you can still rely on me now. You can rely on yourself when you grow up (referring to the height of your level)."

Liu Jiayi looked at Bai Liu helplessly and shook her head.

Bai Liu: “…”

"So?" Liu Jiayi asked, "The plan you gave me is to use refugees to attract the other four players. How can you attract refugees if you don't pick roses?"

Bai Liu slowly took out a bottle of perfume from his pocket.

Liu Jiayi stared at the perfume for a while, then moved her eyes to Bai Liu's face expressionlessly: "This is our last bottle of perfume. If you waste the perfume I worked so hard to earn last night to use as bait, I will kill you."

Bai Liu: “…”

Bai Liu tentatively opened the bottle of perfume.

Liu Jiayi smiled sweetly and raised the poison: "I'm not kidding you, Brother Bai Liu, this is what I earned from my first part-time job, you'd better not use it carelessly - you've already used up a bottle today."

Bai Liu: “…”

This little girl is really angry... Although he did seem to be quite naughty and messy today...

Thinking about what happened later in the day, Bai Liu's eyes wandered for a moment: "But perfume is indeed the fastest way to attract refugees..."

"If you knew you were going to use it at night, you shouldn't have let me use it today!" Liu Jiayi couldn't stand it any longer, "Please cherish the fruits of our labor for a little while! Don't always give me this kind of extreme game-passing method!"

Bai Liu placed her hands on her thighs, knelt down in a straight posture, and apologized quickly: "I'm sorry, I was only thinking about maximizing profits and the cost-effectiveness of the perfume, and I didn't take our survival rate into consideration. It's my fault."

Eight-year-old Liu Jiayi pointed at Bai Liu who was kneeling down to apologize and angrily said, "Are you a child? Don't always act on your own will!"

"Make survival rate your first priority! How are you going to play in a league that uses survival rate as the standard for victory?"

As a wet nurse, Liu Jiayi angrily scolded the tactician Bai Liu, who had no thoughts except points and people.

"Next time I'll take the survival rate into consideration." Bai Liu nodded, pretending that he had heard what Liu Jiayi said, and then quickly changed the subject to the mission. "But tonight, in order to get the most dried rose leaves, let's do it this way. I'll put on the perfume."

As Bai Liu spoke, his hand had already placed on the perfume.

Liu Jiayi: “…”

It was so perfunctory that I didn't feel your sincerity in admitting your mistake at all!!!

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The night deepens.

Tang Erda held the gun vigilantly, looked around, and prepared to hunt.

His sack was thrown aside carelessly, and it only contained some dried rose leaves, not much.

Tang Erda only picked so many roses tonight and stopped working because he had already figured out the rules of the game - the task of picking roses does not require players to actually pick the roses, but rather allows players to plunder the fruits of other people's labor through refugees.

And if he still had the possibility of picking the 40kg of roses last night, the 80kg tonight made Tang Er simply give up on doing such useless work and choose to pick up the gun and hunt the refugees all night.

But what was strange was that at this time last night, a large number of refugees had already come to attack him.

But tonight - Tang Erda walked up to the ridge of the field and looked around. Except for the refugees who attacked him earlier in the morning, he did not see a single refugee in the second half of the night.

Tang Erda looked at the sack he had thrown aside and frowned in thought - was it because he had not picked enough roses tonight? So the bait was not as effective as last night?

But it’s already this point, and there are some dried rose leaves that have been picked here, so it shouldn’t be so bad that it won’t attract any refugees, right?

In this kind of blockbuster-like map scene with a certain mental pollution effect, experienced players will not move easily, but the situation before them is obviously abnormal. If Tang Er doesn't bring any more refugees here, he will not be able to complete his mission tonight.

As a last resort, Tang Erda chose to move. He decided to take the initiative to find the refugees who stole the roses.

The flower fields fell into an eerie silence at night. Tang Erda walked along the ridge in a certain direction. In the flower fields, he saw many flower pickers of the same status as him, wearing black veils, bending over and picking flowers in silence.

These people moved very quickly. Through the black veil, one could vaguely see that from time to time something was "falling" from the faces and bodies of these flower pickers, sliding down the veil and falling into the mud. They seemed to have become numb to this situation and continued to pick the flowers quickly without paying any attention.

Some flower pickers even had their hands withered away to the point of bones, but they were still trembling as they worked hard. These flower pickers, whose work efficiency had declined, had visible fear on their faces. They forced themselves to increase their picking efficiency, coughing violently as they picked roses.

Even at this point, it is clear that what they fear is not withering away but being fired - in this world, being jobless is a more terrible thing than death.

Tang Erda withdrew his observation gaze and gripped the gun at his side tightly.

He had lost count of how many times he had seen this cruel scene, so every time he saw it, he felt indifferent, almost cold-blooded.

——Or the powerlessness of despair.

This is a world that cannot be changed. Once rose leaf gas becomes popular, there will be no room for maneuver. All ordinary people who have been deceived and polluted will become feed for rose leaf gas, spending their life savings and labor on it and enjoying it.

A pure full moon hung in the northern sky, and the snowy moonlight shone dimly in the surroundings with a diffuse light.

But this ambiguity makes people feel that the soothing light white light stops abruptly at the edge of the flower field, dividing the inside and outside of the flower field into two completely different worlds - outside the flower field is a dark and simple sketch without moonlight, while inside the flower field is a reflective oil painting like the color of dawn.

Deep red mature roses, dark blue cloudless sky, light pink moist soil, workers covered in black veils working diligently between the flower fields, the lingering rose scent that wafts around everyone's nose - everything is so harmonious, peaceful and stable.

These scenes were photographed in color and published on the Internet or in newspaper headlines. This scene was enough to become a paradise that attracted countless people, and even the evil truth of the flower field would be buried.

The desperate civilians, staggering, stared at this incredibly beautiful scene with their eyes wide open, watching the paid media touting the preciousness and rarity of roses, and the beauty and irreplaceability of this place, so that ordinary people subtly accepted the high price of perfume.

——After all, it is easier to hate myself for not being able to buy it and for being ugly and withered than to hate the Rose Factory, the only beautiful place left in the world.

Yes, roses are so rare and the effects of rose dried leaf gas are so good, so it is natural that they are very expensive. They cannot afford it because they have no money and ability.

It is their fault, not the rose's fault. The rose is so beautiful and useful, how can it be wrong?

—All the information they see tells them so.

Finally, those who were in agony and trance began to regard the rose that had been pushed to their abyss as their final salvation. They forbade anyone to tarnish the preciousness of the rose, erased the existence of the rose, and became enemies with all those who denied the rose - because they thought this was their last hope.

When Tang Erda first saw this process of self-anesthetization of death, he felt anger, then disappointment, then numbness, and now a kind of insane calmness.

A dark shadow flashed across the flower field, and Tang Erda looked over sharply.

On the ground at the edge of the flower field, a group of refugees like small black dots were staggering towards a certain place in groups. The refugees were like ants attracted by the sweet smell. They were no longer scattered like yesterday, but were moving in a fixed direction.

Tang Erda frowned in doubt and followed closely.

Following the footsteps of these refugees, after walking for a distance, we saw a scene that gave us goosebumps - a perfume bottle was placed open in the middle of a flower field, surrounded by refugees who were twitching their tentacles and roaring with their white teeth bared.

But no matter how hard these refugees tried, they were like being blocked by a layer of invisible glass, unable to reach the perfume inside.

This scene instantly reminded Tang Erda of a prop - [Magic Space]!

This is a trap set to lure them over!

This thought made Tang Erda pull out his gun without hesitation, wanting to blow up the perfume in the "glass window" with one shot.

But the moment he pulled out the gun, Tang Erda felt an indescribable restraint - it was as if the air on both sides of him condensed out of thin air to form an extremely narrow glass walkway, which made his originally smooth action of drawing the gun pause for a second or two.

[System prompt: Player Bai Liu stretches (magic space) to trap player Tang Erda]