Endless Debt

The genial sunshine shone down, and warmth filled every inch of Boluogo's skin. It had been too long since he had been exposed to the sun. Every time he was in the sun, Boluogo would feel a little strange, even resistant.

It is obvious that Boluogo is a nocturnal creature. Although he has a good schedule and goes to bed early and gets up early, after staying in the dark cell for so long, he has long been integrated with the darkness and broken with the light.

Such sunbathing is rare, but now that Bologo has enjoyed the radiance, he still prefers Opos, where the gloom and cold belong to Bologg's territory.

Sitting on the bench, there was no one around. During the past few days in the border sanatorium, unlike Palmer who was eating and drinking, Boluogo visited all the areas he could go within the allowed range. , and found this location.

This is located in the corner of the garden. The path here is covered by growing shrubs. It is difficult to find this path unless you are close.

The corner looked a bit desolate, with cracks in the bricks covering the ground, green grass growing in the cracks, and no one pruning the shrubs, giving it a wild look. Borogo guessed it had something to do with the area behind the corner.

Thinking of this, he turned around. Behind another layer of shrubs and trees, he could see huge white stone pillars. Most of them were incomplete, full of gaps, and some were even broken, as if this were the ruins of some kind of magnificent building. Among the ruins There are countless tombstones in different styles.

Bologo looked at the book in his hand. He left the other books in the house, but took only this one, "A Guide to the Devil and the Electric Guitar."

At first, Boluogo thought that the author of this book was a good person, but judging from the weird hallucination just now, he felt that the author of the book was a devil-like evil guy, with a vague curse crawling around. on every text.

Picking up the book, Boluogo turned over the bushes and headed towards the cemetery. He had passed here many times, but Boluogo had not entered the cemetery yet. For some reason, he wanted to take a look today and see all the people buried here. what kind of person.

While moving forward, the hazy thoughts were still lingering in his mind. Boluogo didn't know whether his judgment was correct, but it was just an illusory hypothesis, which was enough to make him feel panicked.

As an undead, Boluogo is no longer afraid of destruction on the physical level, but he also finds that many fears transcend death.

unknown.

An existence that you cannot confirm, summarize, or describe in any way that humans can understand, a piece of existence that may involve the truth of the world and come from the lowest level of rules...

The unknown is like darkness. A young child huddles in a corner. The only thing that can protect him is the candlelight in his hand. Darkness invades all around. Because of the unknown, it is changeable and cunning.

Hidden in the darkness may be bloodthirsty wolves, or it may be a mother looking for her child, but until the darkness wraps you up, no matter how many possibilities it has, you have no way of knowing.

But when the darkness completely invades you, it's too late.

Bologg felt that he should talk to someone. Lebius might be the author of this book. He didn't know where the strange feeling of curse came from, but Bologg believed in a strange fallacy.

People often say that when you find a cockroach at home, there are already a swarm of cockroaches hiding in the shadows. In this way, Boluogo always feels that when you discover a secret, many people may already know it before you do. These.

This may sound strange, but it makes sense.

"It's so vast..."

Boluogo looked into the distance. The cemetery was much larger than he thought. The tombstones were densely packed and spread to the end of the field of vision. No one knew how many people were buried here.

The cemetery is surrounded by shrubs and woods, which are like a maze, trapping the cemetery in it. If they didn't know the existence of this place in advance, I'm afraid many people would not find it after walking for a month.

Boluogo tried his best to change his mood. Under the sunshine, the coldness all over his body was dissipated a lot.

After glancing at the tombstones around, it seemed that this was the exclusive cemetery of the Bureau of Order. The tombstones were written with the deceased's name, department, date of death, and an epitaph.

"Do my best."

Boluogo whispered, this is the epitaph of one of them. According to the record on the tombstone, he was a member of the Field Service Department during his lifetime.

The epitaph is short but full of power.

"get off work!"

When Boluogo was still immersed in the former's sense of duty and responsibility, a line of ghostly epitaphs appeared in front of Boluogo's eyes, shattering Boluogo's emotion and respect.

This epitaph looks like it was written by Palmer, but Palmer is not dead yet.

Looking at this line of writing, Boluogo smiled and shook his head. The Order Bureau is so big that it is inevitable that there will be some weird things.

He still remembers complaints from librarians that because writers have the power to name their own books, there are many books with weird names in the library.

There is a book called "Detailed Explanation of the Distribution of Emergency Energy Replenishment Points in Opos", which sounds like a very important and urgent introduction to the distribution locations of shelters, but in fact it is an introduction to Opos gourmet restaurants, and the author also thoughtfully marked it The opening hours of different restaurants, as well as the special products of different seasons.

This book should have been swept out of the library, but it was unexpectedly popular in the Order Bureau. Everyone also rated the restaurant. For this reason, it became a permanent book and was placed on the bookshelves in many rest areas. .

It seems that there is still a group of interesting people in the seemingly serious Order Bureau.

"I don't want to be neighbors with Watt."

Another line of epitaphs appeared in front of me. The owner of the tomb was a man named George.

Boluogo couldn't understand the meaning of this epitaph, and then he saw the tombstone next to George's tombstone, which read.

"Yo! Good morning! George!"

The owner of this tombstone was called Watt. Boluogo was stunned for two seconds, then he understood the meaning and laughed.

He walked around for a long time, and there was a bench for people to rest in the cemetery. Boluogo sat on it and looked up at the sky.

Cemeteries are always unsettling, but Burlogo feels surprisingly at ease here, probably because there are so many interesting souls buried here.

There were bursts of footsteps in the distance. Boluogo thought they were the tombkeepers and looked over, but the person who came did not look like the tombkeepers.

He was tall, and his thick muscles held up his clothes completely. It was obviously just a black coat, but he wore it like a tough armor.

It was difficult for Boluogo to judge his age. The man's face was wrinkled by the years, his beard and hair were covered with silver, and there were gold-framed eyes between the bridge of his nose. The pupils under the mirror were not turbid at all, but had a faint smell. Sharpness.

Boluogo suddenly realized why it was difficult for him to judge his age. He looked like an old guy, but only his body had aged. His soul was still young, fiery and full of vitality.

No... Even this guy's body hasn't aged much. Judging from his strong arms, it won't be a problem for him to smash the tombstone with one punch.

"Good morning, Mr. Lazarus."

The man greeted Boluogo. He knew his name and handed over his business card.

Boluogo was a little confused, but after seeing the name on the business card, his eyes froze for an instant, and the surrounding sunlight also lost its temperature.

"Do you mind if I sit next to you?" the man asked.

"do not mind."

Hearing Boluogo's response, the man smiled. The originally wide bench suddenly became smaller as the man sat down. The man dug into the pocket of his clothes and took out a box of cigarettes.

"Want one?" the man asked.

"No."

Boluogo refused the man's offer.

"I thought people like you would like to smoke. Think about it, with a deep look on your face and the smoke covering your face... it's pretty cool." The man smiled.

"No, I only smoke on special occasions," Bologo said.

"for example?"

"For example, if I chop a damn guy to death, I will sit next to his body and smoke one, or when I am very stressed, I will release the pressure... This thing is like alcohol, it helps us at certain times. Relax your nerves, but as an expert, you can’t be too relaxed.”

Bologo bought a pack of cigarettes and smoked them for several months without finishing them.

"It sounds pretty good, phew... it's so refreshing."

The man exhaled a large puff of smoke and placed his hands casually on the back of the chair. Viewed from the front, he seemed to be hugging Boluogo.

"You must have read this book, right? What are your thoughts?" Surrounded by smoke, the man's face became blurry, and he added, "I'm not referring to my thoughts on electric guitar, but more in-depth. , such as...the devil or something like that?"

"You gave me this book."

After hearing the man's words, the events were connected together, and Boluogo looked at the man warily.

"What? I thought you would like this book."

The man still had that damn smile, and he continued.

"Do you know? Mr. Lazarus, the vague connection between the debtor and the devil is real and can be exploited."

The man took the book from Borogo's lap and turned it over casually. The pages turned quickly, but it was like film tape flying frame by frame.

Boluogo didn't know whether it was an illusion or the book was designed like this. He saw a butterfly dancing in the turning of the pages.

"This connection allows the debtor to learn something that has been deliberately hidden by the devil, because you yourself are in common with the devil, and you are their messengers." The man turned to a page and read the text above, "Psychic Medium , clairvoyance, or some random adjectives... Anyway, you can understand this feeling, right? Debtors can see things that only the devil can see."

Boluogo didn't respond. The man looked into his eyes with a look of satisfaction on his face.

"It seems that you have already experienced it. I didn't expect that your connection with the devil is so deep," the man continued to encourage, "Don't feel any pressure. You can also feel it. The Bureau of Order's style is very serious, but the employees can be very humorous. I'm not as rigid as the rumors say."

"Be brave and say what you see and know."

As he spoke, he patted Boluogo on the back, raised his arms and made a fist gesture, full of confidence.

"Don't worry, I don't dare to say that I am invincible, but here in Opos, there are still not many people who can beat me. Even if the devil comes, I can still fight for a few rounds."

Boluogo took a deep look at the man. Thinking of those tombstones and the man in front of him who seemed serious but not very serious, he actually wanted to laugh.

As for the bold words the man just said... Boluogo didn't think he was joking.

"Devils are prisoners of power, and debtors are agents outside the prison."

"That's right. If you use your expert thinking, you can easily guess what happens next, right?"

The man continued to encourage Boluogo, but when Boluogo said this, he had already noticed the surging strange feeling. The weird and twisted coldness struck again. Boluogo could not see or touch it. But he could clearly sense the coming of evil.

In an instant, the strange feeling was defeated, and another force came here. Boluogo turned his head and saw that the man was still looking at him with a smile, but this time there was a little more golden light in his eyes.

"Devils collect souls, endless souls."

Boluogo remembered Jeffrey's original question, what exactly is the soul to the devil? strength? food? Or is it just some sort of collecting habit?

Now Bologo realizes that no matter what the soul is to the devil, there is only one answer that can make a prisoner so crazy and persistent.

"The devils collect souls, make contracts with debtors, and continue to secretly influence the course of the world."

Boluogo tried to control his emotions and stay calm.

"All of this is just to escape from a certain prison... a prison that has been imprisoning devils since ancient times."

"The guess is correct!"

Nathaniel Vaole, deputy director of the Order Bureau and director of the field service department, gave Bologo a thumbs up.