In the room with a color close to dark red, cold water pipes rushed in from all directions and gathered in the center, like twisted and coiled snakes. These pipes wrapped around some wood on the top of the room, shrunk like a beam-like supporting structure, and then fell down to the center of the room.

In the center of the room stood a huge glass-made, copper-and-iron-edged exhibition cabinet that Bai Liu had seen once before, and it was filled with an unknown viscous liquid.

That was the display case that was used to house the other person when he first met Tavier in the museum in "Siren Town". At this moment, in this game called "Rose Factory", the same display case no longer contained the beautiful and rotten mermaid, but a bright red, beating heart.

Ice-cold metal pipes were drilled through a small opening in the top of the display case and connected to the openings of the heart's aorta, pulmonary artery, pulmonary vein, aorta, and superior and inferior vena cava, and then fixed to the blood vessel walls with a device similar to staples.

The pipes turned into steel-like blood vessels, which were surging with a pink liquid that exuded the fragrance of roses, just like the color of blood after carbon monoxide poisoning. The heart, as bright as iron, was supported by the hard blood vessels and suspended in the center of the display cabinet, beating regularly and peacefully.

——That was the heart of the monster named Tavel, an old friend whom Shiraishi had met again after a long separation, and who was given the name of the evil god.

Bai Liu's vague memory suddenly became clear in front of this bright red heart.

He remembered that when he was still Bai Liu and had just met Xie Ta, he had leaned on the front table of the church with a mischievous smile, tapped Xie Ta's heart, and asked Xie Ta viciously: "You said you were an immortal monster. If someone, like me, deliberately dug out your heart, would you die?"

Shetta answered him calmly: "No, my heart will beat in your hand."

He had never deceived Bai Liu. Tavel would indeed not die. It was just that the place where his heart beat was no longer in Bai Liu's palm, but in a game filled with roses and destruction.

Tavel's heart was like the disappearing thorn of a dried rose. It suddenly reappeared at the moment when Bai Liu couldn't find it anywhere, and stabbed the heart of the man who once claimed that he would dig it out with his own hands.

The factory worker who brought Bai Liu here pulled the unresponsive Bai Liu forward and led him to a wooden staircase behind the Heart exhibition cabinet.

Bai Liu stood on the first step of the stairs and could reach the openings where the pipes extended into the exhibition cabinets.

The factory worker explained the next steps to him: "You must respect the instrument and use it carefully. Don't touch the pipes above. Inside are the perfume concentrate that has been extracted and distilled. It is still boiling. It has to go through the heart cycle before it can become the raw material that the perfumer can use. However, this raw material is not very effective and is still far from being used in low-end perfumes. It will become more lasting only after being configured by a talented perfumer."

"Next, we will give you a portion of uncirculated perfume concentrate and ask you to drop it into this glass cabinet. If the concentrate changes color to a certain extent, it means that you have the talent to use this instrument. The darker the color, the stronger your talent as a perfumer." The factory worker looked at Bai Liu, "If it is confirmed that you have the talent, you can be promoted to factory worker."

The factory worker placed a small bottle of perfume in Bai Liu's palm, carefully pushed aside the crowded pipes, revealing a very small opening, and gently pushed him: "Go try it now."

Bai Liu held the perfume in his palm and stared at the dirty heart motionlessly, with no emotion in his eyes.

His heart was beating "boom boom boom" right before his eyes, as if it were still in Sheta's chest.

The factory worker looked at Bai Liu, who was motionless, in confusion: "Processor No. 70365, why haven't you fallen yet?"

He didn't know if it was his illusion, but he felt that this usually calm worker became... angry the moment he saw the instrument.

Although his expression didn't change, his aura suddenly became terrifying.

Although she looked like a little girl, even an adult like him didn't dare to urge her loudly, and could only remind her politely. If someone was so slow during the test under normal circumstances, he would have cursed them out.

The instrument is very valuable and cannot be exposed for a long time, which will contaminate the instrument.

At the urging of the factory worker, Bai Liu took a step forward, raised his hand expressionlessly, then turned his hand and dripped the original liquid from the opening.

A drop of rose-red liquid fell into the glass cabinet. As ripples formed on the surface of the viscous liquid, the rose-red color deepened and continued to expand.

The factory worker widened his eyes in shock and looked at Bai Liu in a daze and disbelief.

But this is just a prelude to change.

Soon, a gust of wind came from nowhere and swept through the closed space. The drop of original liquid dripping into the display cabinet was like an extremely concentrated pigment. It began to diffuse and thicken with a strange pigment curvature, gradually becoming darker layer by layer.

The liquid changes from a rose-red that is close to pink to a dark rose-red, then to a light red, and finally, when the original liquid diffuses to the heart, it has turned into the bright red color of a mature rose.

At the same time, as the color in the glass cabinet darkens, the heartbeat begins to speed up, speeding up the rate at which the liquid is pumped out.

The pipes fixed to the wall could no longer withstand the pressure of the heart pumping. The joints of the pipes began to ooze "blood" and shake, and it seemed that they would soon fall off. The thick glass turned red and cracks appeared with a "crackling" sound.

The factory worker panicked and called out to the employee who was guarding the instrument. This employee was also encountering such a situation for the first time and was a little confused.

These are all thickened metal pipes and bulletproof glass!

"Drain the water and change the tank!" the employee yelled and slammed down the gate next to him.

Suddenly, the lid under the glass cabinet opened, and at the same time a water outlet in the ground opened, and the red liquid inside poured out completely. Almost at the same time, the box outside was lifted up and pulled away, and a newer and sturdier box rose from below, injected with liquid, and suspended the heart again.

When Bai Liu was changing the water, she was carried by the factory worker to the next room. In order to avoid contamination, not too many people were allowed to be present when the liquid was being changed.

Just as the factory worker was trembling with fear over what had just happened, he inadvertently caught sight of Bai Liu smiling.

——It was a devilish smile of satisfaction that made him shudder, as if he had received a response from that undead-like mental instrument.

This smile looked particularly chilling on the tender face of the blind little girl with gray eyes.

He didn't even dare to ask the little girl what she was laughing at. He just recalled what he had just seen and vaguely judged that this factory had welcomed the most talented perfumer in history.

That color is only found in premium perfumes.

The factory worker swallowed nervously. He trembled in the small room next to the instrument and wrote an application with his hands still stained with the original liquid.

——【Dear superiors and perfumers, one of the three processors selected today to test perfumer talent caused a very serious accident. During the test, she accidentally cracked the glass cabinet containing the instrument. This sounds like an unforgivable thing and must be punished by death...】

[…But please allow me to defend this processor. This is indeed a justifiable matter. I am writing a letter of application, asking you not only not to sentence her to death, but also to promote her to perfumer…]

[…During this test, the red color given by the instrument was a color I had never seen before, like ruby, like blood, deep and beautiful. If I am not making a rash guess, then this processor who accidentally made some mistakes will be the most talented perfumer in our Rose Factory from its establishment to now.]

【We know very well how unfortunate perfumers are in this world. It is a profession that is so close to death. They are selected by the organs of the dead, and produce perfumes that create death. In the end, they go to hell in the fragrance of death.】

[This processor is the person who has the most deathly aura I have ever seen. Bar none. She was born for death and is a genius in this profession. Apparently, both I and the instrument think so. So far, please consider my suggestion carefully.]

【The May Rose Festival is approaching, and we have never needed a perfumer who can produce top-quality perfumes as much as we do now.】

After writing the application, the factory worker hurriedly took Bai Liu to the office on the third floor and began to handle the relevant procedures for converting the processor to a factory worker.

At the same time, another factory worker brought Tang Erda, who had changed into disinfected protective clothing, into the instrument storage room that had been tidied up again.

Tang Er frowned and stared at the room - he, like Bai Liu, recognized the inconsistencies in the structure of the room.

The room in this game looks exactly like the room numbered [0001] in the artificially built agency, the Bureau of Dangerous Heresy.

His eyes swept across the entire dark red instrument display room filled with cooling pipes, and finally stopped at the center of the room, where, in an enormous glass display cabinet, was a strange, isolated heart connected to these cooling pipes - this heart was still beating.

Tang Erda has many years of experience dealing with dangerous heretics and the memory of completing countless games, but whether in reality or in the game, he has never seen such a strange heretic, or monster.

It seemed that if he allowed this dirty heart to beat for one more second, his heartbeat frequency would be seduced and gradually become in sync with the beat of this evil heart.

Years of experience in dealing with these evil heretics have given Tang Erda a very sharp intuition. He looked at the beating heart, his brows furrowed deeper and deeper, and he stretched his hand behind him. The tiny spots of light gathered and condensed into a silver pistol in the palm of Tang Erda's hand.

The muzzle of the gun was aimed at the dirty heart at an angle that was barely noticeable.