Endless Debt

Chapter 330 A better place

"theme?"

Aimu tilted her head and looked at Boluogo. Boluogo punched her with scratches on her face, making her look like a homeless stray cat.

"Just like novels and operas, movies also need a theme," Borogo said.

"I can't think of a theme." Aimu said after being troubled for a while.

"Not having a theme is also a theme... Just like what we are like now," Boluogo's wound healed slowly, "I can't figure out what we are fighting."

"I'm just venting my emotions." Aimu commented on the fight between the two.

"Now that we've vented our emotions, it's time for us to have a good talk."

Boluogo couldn't help but relax. He didn't know what Aimu wanted to do in the fourth time backtracking, but Boluogo suddenly felt that it was not bad that the fourth time backtracking ended like this, but it was just troublesome. His own team leader.

When he was fighting a battle of wits and courage with a woman, Lebius was really fighting bloody battles.

Aimu looked at Boluogo expressionlessly. She still had no intention of talking and refused to open her heart to anyone.

Suddenly, Aimu threw himself on Boluogo's body, pressing his legs against Boluogo's thighs. His movements were extremely intimate, as if he wanted to hug Boluogo.

"What's this expression?"

Aimu gently hugged Boluogo's neck and asked puzzledly.

"Your eyes seem to be telling me to get away quickly... I remember the plots of those courtship novels. The protagonists all like this plot very much, don't they?"

Bologg tried to struggle, but he really didn't have much strength. After the forbidden spirit bullet hit Bologg, Aimu took advantage of Bologg's weakness to pour a few more bottles of poison. Even the undead could not bear it at this moment. .

"That kind of plot is really good, but I remember that there shouldn't be this part in the plot, right?"

Bologg glanced down. As Aimu's knee exerted slight force, the dagger inserted in Bologg's thigh was stirred, and the wound that had finally healed opened again.

This is no longer a courtship novel, but a suspenseful murder novel.

"Huh? Literary works must be somewhat different from reality." Aimu nodded to himself as he spoke.

Boluogo slowly raised his head. He couldn't feel Amu's breath, but there was only a faint tremor under his body, like a heartbeat.

"I really don't understand what you are going to do, Aimu."

Burlogo meant what he said.

Boluogo has never been good at guessing other people's hearts. After all, the expert's job does not involve this part. When faced with difficulties, he only needs to smash them with an iron fist.

It's hard to guess the heart of others, let alone the heart of an alchemy doll.

"If you want me to stay here honestly, you can tell me directly instead of reaching it this way."

Boluogo didn't know whether he was numb in pain or had lost too much blood. He could no longer feel the pain.

"You are an expert after all. Giving the initiative to an expert will inevitably make people feel uneasy."

Aimu did not deny her purpose. She controlled Boluogo in an almost cruel way...just to have this inexplicable conversation.

"It looks quite similar here..." Aimu said nonchalantly.

"like what?"

"Alchemy Workshop."

Looking around with his peripheral vision, Boluogo denied, "This is completely different, okay?"

"No, I mean the atmosphere."

"atmosphere?"

Boluogo couldn't figure it out even more. The atmosphere here was like an alchemy workshop? This should be the scene of a murder.

But also, how can I figure out what the alchemy doll is thinking?

Aimu was not prepared to continue explaining anything. This place did not look like an alchemy workshop, but Aimu felt that the layout here was very warm, even if it was full of dust. The former alchemy workshop was as cozy as this one.

"I remember, when I first met you, the contrast was so huge." Boluogo said.

"That time? In fact, I didn't pretend well enough at that time. I should be more well-behaved. Being too active will only make people suspicious."

Aimu still remembers her first meeting with Boluogo. She made fun of Boluogo and looked lively.

"That wasn't the first time we met... I'd met you before that."

"when?"

Boluogo fell silent, showing a hint of ridicule. In this case, he could only use this method to disgust Aimu.

Aimu said nothing. She was like a flying swallow, treating Boluoge as a tree trunk, nesting in it, and burying her head on Boluogo's chest.

This scene should have been beautiful, but Boluogo was covered in wounds and his chest was still bloody, which made people feel terrible.

"You're right, Burlogo."

There was a bit of relief and ease in Aimu's voice, as if he was telling a heavy secret.

"I long for the teacher's love and recognition."

Aimu's mood was very calm. She seemed to be talking to Boluogo, and she seemed to be telling herself.

"I think as long as the teacher can see me, I don't think there's anything wrong with sacrificing myself for Alice's resurrection...

But then I changed. I felt joy that I had never experienced before, and I also knew personally the horror of death. "

Boluogo remained silent. This time was not suitable for telling cold jokes.

"I try to control my desires and fears. It's like a self-imposed penance, a kind of self-sacrifice. I feel that I have overcome so many difficulties, and the teacher should look at me..."

Aimu's words paused for a few seconds, and Boluogo felt tremors. It was not clear whether this was the tremor of the body or Aimu's trembling.

"Why? Bologo."

Aimu asked Boluogo.

"Why was I born to be someone's replacement?

In fact, I also want to live. I want to eat more desserts, listen to more music, and watch more movies. I want to see the larger world instead of being trapped in this dark rift. "

Aimu said and clenched his fists, full of resentment.

"Do you hate all this?" asked Borlog.

Aimu thought for a long time and slowly released his fist, "No."

"The teacher is not wrong, he just cares too much about Alice, and Alice is not wrong either. After all, I have to thank her for my birth... Everyone is not wrong, but they have created this painful hell.

I can't figure it all out, humans are so complicated. "

Aimu was very sad. She felt that she should be crying, but she had no tears to speak of. The only thing she could show was her sad face and the deflated halo in her eyes.

"It's strange, Aimu."

Boluogo tried to move his arms and hugged Aimu gently, "Why are you saying this at this time?"

Aimu whispered, "You are right, leaving without saying goodbye is a terrible thing. Although I don't know how you found me, when I saw you last time, I felt that I should say goodbye properly."

"Going back in time?" Boluogo pretended to be stupid.

"This is my final farewell, Bolog."

Aimu did not explain the time regression, but just explained his own thoughts.

"Goodbye? Are you going to do anything later?"

"Well, do something important."

Aimu lay next to Boluogo's ear, and she carefully shared this secret with him.

"Boluogo, although there is definitely something wrong with your mind, to me, you are my only friend.

It was the first time someone celebrated my birthday with me, the first time I knew what a birthday cake tasted like, the first time I watched a movie, the first time..."

Aimu's voice gradually weakened. It was not easy to say these words, and it almost took all her strength.

"It seems like this is all your fault."

Boluogo asked, "Why blame me?"

"You led me to appreciate the beauty of this world, and also made me realize what death is... I have already seen the light, so I can no longer endure the darkness, not even for a minute."

Aimu hugged Boluogo's neck tightly and exerted a slight force, as if he wanted to strangle Boluogo.

"I can't change back to the good boy. It's all because of you."

Bologgo remained silent. Although Aimu's words contained a rebuke, he actually felt a little...honored?

"Boluogo, I have decided that since the teacher doesn't love me, then I will love myself.

I want to become human.

I don't want to be anyone's substitute, I want to live.

I want to eat more desserts, listen to more music, and watch more movies. I want to leave the Great Rift and see the larger world.

Yes, that’s it, go to Fengyuan Highlands to feel the never-ending storm, go to Freeport to see the ships of various countries and the vast ocean, I also want to go to the land of greenery and take a walk in the wilderness..."

Aimu revealed the secret in her heart at this moment. This time she wanted to be a selfish child.

"Become a human? You said before that you don't want to be a human."

"I'm lying, you're so easily fooled."

"..."

After a moment of silence, Boluogo's voice sounded again.

"I don't understand, Aimu, you were so resistant to communicating with me before, why are you saying this to me now? Is it just to say goodbye?"

"So be it."

"You opened your heart so easily just to say goodbye?"

"That's not really opening up."

"Isn't that enough?"

"It's just me talking to myself, and you won't remember any of this."

Boluogo felt that he had grasped the key point, and he said warily, "I...can't remember all this?"

"This is a bit difficult to explain. Anyway, if I explain it to you, you will forget it after a while."

After finally saying these words, Aimu felt a lot more relaxed, and there was a rare smile in his voice.

"Then you are really a coward," said Borogo. "You only dare to reveal your feelings to me when I can't remember all this."

"I'm a coward, I admit it, so what, you won't remember it anyway."

Aimu spoke as hard as a stubborn child.

"I don't care about the result, I only care about the process. Now that I have said goodbye to you, even if you forget, I am satisfied. Just like a tree hole, I don't need your reply."

"Wouldn't I remember all this? That sounds selfish."

"At this time, who cares whether you are selfish or not."

Aimu stood up from Boluogo's arms, the two looked at each other, and then Aimu kissed Boluogo's forehead.

"I'm going to a better place."

Aimu put one hand on Boluogo's chest, feeling his heartbeat, and put the other hand on his own chest, extinguishing the glow of the fantasy seed.

She hummed a familiar song that Bologna had heard from one of his recent collections of records.

"My body is my cage, and my thoughts are the key to the prison..."

"Goodbye, Borogo Lazarus."

The light extinguished, and then a more dazzling light burst out, turning into a blazing white light tide, engulfing everything.

Scarlet blood was sprinkled all over the cliff, and thick blood vessels were like vines, covering the rocks. In the huge sarcomas, crazy life was bred, and many tentacles rolled up, greedily devouring the surrounding life.

"This is not a fantasy creation," Lebius looked at the wildly expanding flesh and blood, "Is the Immortal Heart still out of control?"

The weird flesh and blood devoured the surrounding materials, and the alchemy workshop was completely covered by it, like a suspended nest, located in the core.

Waves of astonishing ether reactions came from it, which must be the core of the battlefield.

Just as Lebius was about to leave, he turned around and saw the blazing tide rising from below the great rift.

The Utopian Seed has been destroyed, and the fourth time retrospective is about to end.

"Well, at least enough information has been collected during this time review."

Lebius whispered, and then he looked at the figure beside him that had been following him.

Hood, Gold, and Fast were all covered with horrific injuries, and their pupils were dilated, with a faint blue glow floating in them.

"See you next time."

Lebius waved his hand and said to the three dead people.

The fourth time retrospective ends.

The fifth time retrospective begins.

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