Endless Debt

"You seem to admire this evil spirit."

Seeing Jero leaving, Vika served Will another glass of wine and then said.

"It can't be said that it's admiration... it's probably an expectation," Will said drunkenly and uncertainly, "Everyone must have had that kind of delusion when they were young. There is an absolute power to implement justice in the world. But as we grow older, we all realize that this is impossible.”

"Do you think evil spirits became this force?" Vika asked.

"Who knows? But the thought of such a monster chasing evil people inevitably makes people feel that the world is not that bad. If you do evil, then there will be monsters chasing you until you pay the price," Wei said. I thought, "It's like a sword hanging over everyone's head."

Will's words suddenly stopped, and he looked at Vika, the mysterious and distinguished bartender, suspiciously.

"You don't know what evil spirits are, do you?"

Vika smiled, but before he could say anything, Will quickly waved his hand to stop Vika from speaking and spoke first.

"Don't say anything, don't say anything. Even if you know something, it's best to remain silent."

"Why? Do you think the evil spirit will come to kill me?" Vika said.

"No, it's just...do you know why such a legend scares Jero into being like that?" Will suddenly said something else.

"Because a legend is a legend, not a certain person, not a certain monster, not a supernatural phenomenon, not some messy thing... In short, it is vague and has no definite entity."

Will probably drank too much and was talking too much, but Vika listened carefully to what this drunkard said.

"Without a definite entity, people will continue to speculate, and the speculations will become all kinds of weird. With everyone's constant psychological hints, the legend will become more and more weird and crazy."

"Create fear in people's hearts?" Vika understood what Will meant.

"Yes, implant fear in your heart. Maybe one day, people will be scared to shit just by hearing the evil spirit's breathing sound." Will said and laughed.

"Let people live in fear? It sounds a little bad." Vika raised his objection.

Will glanced at Vika, and then asked, "Vika, why do you think you can control all this?"

"They respect me."

"Yes, but this kind of respect is only limited to the bar. It is also based on the premise that you can bring benefits. When everyone is jealous, no one will care about respect, but there is an exception."

Will held up a finger.

"fear.

Even people who are red-eyed for killing will find some rationality under the absolute fear. "

After drinking all the wine in the glass, Will burped and continued.

"For evil people, what you need is not their awe, just their fear of you.

Whether it is the Great Rift or the entire Opos, human society is actually like a jungle. Those who abide by the rules are those poor little lambs who are preyed upon by the evil wolves who break the rules.

The appearance of the evil spirit broke this abnormal food chain.

Now the wolves are no longer just predators. In the eyes of the evil spirits, the wolves are also prey, being preyed upon by the tyrannical evil spirits. "

"That doesn't sound like something you could say," Vika said.

"Yes, these words were said by White. Since that night, his whole mentality has completely changed. Now he is a fanatical fan of evil spirits and believes that evil spirits are angels of punishment sent by God."

Will shook his head as he spoke, and said miserably, "Young people today have brain problems."

"What about Jero? You must know something to say that to him, right?" Vika asked tentatively. He got a lot of information from the guests.

"Can you waive my drink money?" Will blinked.

"This is what I asked you to do."

Vika said and pushed another glass of wine. He was rarely so curious about something. He leaned on his arms and listened quietly.

"Are you concerned about evil spirits?" Will said, "I often hear rumors, Vika, such as your mysterious boss..."

In the middle of his words, Will laughed again and interrupted his words.

"I know what to say and what not to say. Speaking of Jero, he seems to have gotten involved with those businessmen recently. He probably used some dishonorable method to get goods that he shouldn't have from those businessmen."

Will shrugged and whispered.

"We all understand that in addition to evil spirits, there is also a predator with an absolute position in this city, which is superior to everyone... Jero will be targeted sooner or later."

"Not bad news, although I already knew it." Vika responded.

"I'm just saying that I can't hide this from you. You just want to confirm it again from the perspective of ordinary people like us."

"Absolutely, but you... no, I quite like your nephew's predator theory." Vika agreed.

"I hope he won't think about so many messy things. It's really annoying." Will sighed and shook his head.

"At least your nephew is in awe now," Vika said. "Sometimes you have to burn a child first to make him realize the horror of fireworks."

Will nodded, then laughed again.

"More than these, I'm more curious about whether I can see Jero tomorrow.

What do you think? Vika. "

…

Wandering Fork Road is not a specific place, it is more likely to be a large group of buildings in an area. These crooked and weird buildings are connected by long corridors built on the rock walls or air corridors. A small number of them are connected by A cable car link across the Great Rift.

At this moment, Jero was running wildly along a corridor in the air. Above his head was a hazy mist, and below him was a sea of ​​rolling fog illuminated by light.

He strode down the swaying corridor in the air, breathing heavily under his gas mask.

From a certain moment, Jero felt inexplicable fear. He didn't know where this fear came from, but it dragged him into the ice sea so easily.

The strange footsteps kept lingering in my ears, with a steady beat, which kept hitting my heart until it was completely crushed.

Jello was sure that something was chasing him, but Jello couldn't see it, and he couldn't find it in this isolated air corridor, but Jello was sure that it was right next to him, right next to him. Stare at yourself.

"Be careful, you are being targeted by evil spirits."

Will's words lingered in his mind like a curse. He didn't believe this kind of thing, but now the reality he was familiar with was distorting and collapsing little by little.

After running out of the air corridor, Jero stepped into another building. He slowed down his pace, trying not to show panic. He reached into his pocket and grabbed the revolver.

On the streets, people blended into the gray tones, and the heavy breathing under the gas masks continued, like mummies lying in coffins.

Invaded by fear, Jero felt that everyone was secretly observing him, until he could no longer bear the sight of him and hid in an alley.

Jero moved forward in the narrow and dark alley. He was very familiar with this place. It was like a maze, and few people could get themselves out of here.

But today was an exception. At the end of the dark alley, a black shadow blocked the way. He slowly raised his head, revealing his blue eyes.

Jero didn't know this person, and he wasn't sure if he was a human being, but the moment he looked into those eyes, it was like an evil voice was whispering in his heart, revealing the other person's identity.

"Evil spirit!"

Jero shouted his name in horror, and at the same time the evil spirit strode towards him.

Pulling out his revolver, Jero pulled the trigger in panic, emptying the bullets. Some bullets hit the wall, some missed, and some hit the evil spirit, but he seemed to have no feeling and was still big. Step forward and lower the hammer towards Jero.

“First, restrict mobility.”

The evil spirit said that he broke Jello's calf with a hammer, and he cried out in pain. He then pulled out the short knife from his waist and tried to resist, but another claw hammer fell and Jello's arm was broken.

"And then there's disarmament."

Bits of blood sprayed on the evil spirit's face, but he didn't care and still maintained his expert demeanor.

Jero was completely frightened by the evil spirit's cruelty. The evil spirit's words sounded like he was cooking. He first boiled the water, served the dishes, and then added the seasonings... The words coupled with his violent movements made him look like a cruel butcher. .

"The last thing is to keep the target quiet."

The evil spirit said and grabbed Jero's collar. In Jiro's desperate eyes, a wave of fear ran through his mind.