Endless Debt

"Good morning, Jeffrey."

Boluogo tried to steady his breathing and said hello to Jeffrey. When he saw the figure behind Jeffrey, he said again.

"That's Badr, right?"

The protective suits of the sublimation furnace core all look the same. These people don't take the initiative to talk to him, and it's really difficult for Boluogo to distinguish them.

"It's me, good morning, Boluogo." Balder stepped forward and nodded slightly.

"I guess you came here on Bailie's orders? Don't think about it, I definitely won't go."

Bologg bent down and touched the ground lightly. Two columns rose from the ground. Bologg sat down directly, and the other one hit Palmer's waist, and a scream came from the column.

"No, this time I just came to give you a gift as an apology."

Baldr said as he picked up the suitcase, he deliberately revealed the logo of the Sword of Thorns as if he was deliberately showing it to Bologg.

Bologg wanted to refuse and send Badr away, but after seeing this strange sign, he had to admit that Baldur did the right thing. He successfully attracted Bologg's attention.

"What's in there?" asked Borogo.

"Masks, every field staff member needs a mask," Bader said.

"Ah? Mask," Boluogo turned to look at Jeffrey, wondering, "Is there such a thing? No one has told me."

"I'm going to tell you later," Jeffrey explained.

"You also know that when we live and fight in cities, issues such as personal privacy are quite important, so when taking action, everyone will wear a mask to hide their identity. Over time, it has become a kind of Tradition."

"The field staff all have their own masks, so do I, so does Palmer."

"Then what does your mask look like?" Boluogo suddenly asked curiously.

"Me? I haven't been out in the field for many years, and I don't know where I lost my mask." Jeffrey said perfunctorily.

Seeing Jeffrey like this, Boluogo also knew that there was no hope of questioning, so he turned to look at Palmer.

"You just joined the Field Service Department and you already have your own mask?" Boluogo didn't know about this at all.

"Me? I've always had one. Although Crow's Nest is not a field department, it can still be considered a department that often goes out into the field. This tradition has also spread to us."

Palmer sat swaying on the column, dug into his pocket, took out a ball of crumpled black cloth, and put it directly on his head, completely covering his face, leaving only two holes for his eyes. exposed.

Like a gangster preparing to rob.

"that's all?"

"if not?"

Palmer's attitude is casual and he loves his mask so much, he boasts.

"It's just a mask. It's convenient and practical. When necessary, I also used stockings as a mask. It's very convenient to put it directly on my head."

Burlogo ignored Palmer's voice. The man was hopeless.

"This is a tradition. It not only protects our own appearance, but more importantly, it is also the posture we show to the enemy." Jeffrey added at this time, "The enemy will remember our mask, so choose The mask thing is quite ritualistic."

"They would give us some strange code names based on our masks. For example, in the early years, I was called 'Tiger Eyes.'" Jeffrey rarely revealed his past.

"Is that so? Sounds good."

Boluogo looked at the suitcase marked with the Sword of Thorns, and then looked at Balder. He knew the purpose of sublimating the furnace core very well, and he smiled.

"So is this your first step to seduce me?"

"It's just a friendly exchange. Of course, if you are willing to have more in-depth exchanges with us after this, that would be even better." Badr responded.

Boluogo took a deep breath and narrowed his eyes.

Conspiracy, this is a complete conspiracy. Sure enough, the crazy woman will not let him go so easily. What's worse is that Boluogo is really tempted now. Facing this unknown sign, he thought for a moment There is no reason for rejection.

What on earth will Bailey use to impress herself?

"Open it and take a look to see if your gift is sincere," Boluogo said, and then stopped urgently, "But before that, I want to ask, what does this logo represent? ?”

Within the Bureau of Order, every symbol has its relative meaning, and Bologo knows this very well.

"Remember what I said before? Bologo, your 'gift' is like an incomprehensible alchemical matrix. Similarly, there will be alchemical weapons that we cannot understand, right?"

Jeffrey's words had another layer of profound meaning, which Boluogo soon understood.

"You mean..." Boluogo wanted to say something, but due to his lack of knowledge, he didn't know how to clarify his intention for a while.

“In a deal with the devil, traders sometimes obtain objects with mysterious powers and use these objects to fulfill their wishes.

For example, if a writer hopes to write a best-selling story, the devil gives him a typewriter, and the stories written by it will be addictive.

We collectively call this kind of thing contract objects, extraordinary entities that were born due to the blood contract with the devil. "

Jeffrey looked at the logo of the Sword of Thorns, feeling a little chill in his heart.

"But the devil is never so kind, is he? The contract is a double-edged sword.

The writer can write stories that make people obsessed and crazy, but such stories also make him obsessed. He will type the article day and night until his nails are broken and blood soaks the machine, until he dies of exhaustion in front of the typewriter.

A contract object is probably something like this. It can bring power, but it also comes with a corresponding price.

It is also complex in itself. Some contract objects do not cause much harm and are beneficial to us, so they will be used by us. Some contract objects are extremely dangerous, so they will be contained by the Security Containment Department. . "

As Jeffrey finished speaking, Badr picked up his suitcase and continued to preach.

"As for the dangers, please don't worry. Like I said, this is a gift you will definitely love."

Balder said, opening the suitcase. Bologg's curiosity was completely aroused. As the suitcase was opened, the contents inside were also exposed to his eyes.

There was no surprising abnormality. There was a mask placed in the black sponge. According to Boluogo's knowledge, this should be a fasting mask worn by mental patients.

The main body of the mask is made of black leather. Different from regular masks, it only covers the mouth and nose. The leather on the surface is slightly cracked. There is a crack on the left half, but it is re-wound with curved wires. The overall surface has many Dark stains, like traces left after dried blood.

There is a hollow in the mouth and nose, with mottled rivets standing upright and interspersed in it. They are interlaced and penetrated, and some of the rivets are slightly curved, like a beast opening its sharp fangs.

Boluogo reached out and took it out. So far, nothing unusual has happened.

But if there is anything weird, it is that the mask is exuding a thick blood, which can be felt. Someone has tried to wash away the dark blood stains, but no matter how many times it is washed away, the thick blood seems to be completely soaked Mask, integrated with it.

Just by smelling this smell, you can vaguely hear the sound of blood dripping.

This kind of thing was originally used for wild beasts to prevent them from biting humans, but now it is used on humans themselves... humans who are like beasts.

"This thing is called the 'Haunting Face'. It was recovered from a mental patient. He made a deal with the devil, hoping that the devil could help him escape from the mental hospital, and the devil gave his mask power. Anyone who looks directly at the mask will feel horrified fear.

He relied on this power to fight his way out of the mental hospital, but the contracted object came with a price. It could frighten those who looked directly at it, and similarly, those who carried it would feel the same fear.

And he fell into complete madness and violence in the endless fear, driven by hunger and madness..."

At this point, Badr stopped and said, "In short, this is the story of this mask. We feel that its power is suitable for you, even at the cost."

"This thing sounds really bad." Palmer muttered.

No one here knew the power and price better than Palmer. He was entangled with good luck and bad luck. Whenever he drowned, he would always get a brief respite and continue the unfinished torture.

"Do you want to try it? Boluogo." Jeffrey followed Boluogo's idea and asked him.

"Fear? Will both the carrier and those who look directly feel the fear emanating from it?"

Boluogo touched the mask. The surface of the leather had a strange sticky feeling, as if oil was constantly seeping out, and he could also feel a little warmth, as if the mask was alive.

"Yes, according to the tests of the Security Containment Department, this fear effect will continue to intensify with the injection of ether, and the backlash will also intensify." Badr said.

"At its most intense, it can evoke even your deepest fears."

Borrogo nodded in understanding. Without any warning, he put on the mask directly. The moment the leather and skin fit together, the strange sticky feeling appeared again. For a moment, the mask seemed to come to life, and Borrogo Ge's skin stuck together.

"Bologo!"

Jeffrey exclaimed, no one expected that Boluogo would be so decisive and not give people any time to prepare.

There were bursts of deep breathing, and weak airflow overflowed from the blood-stained rivets, bringing a fishy smell.

The three of them couldn't help but stare at Boluogo. At this moment, in their field of vision, Boluogo changed.

The familiar face was no longer there, but instead turned into some kind of evil, indescribable abominable existence. No reason was needed, and everyone instinctively felt fear and disgust.

The distorted and screaming mist enveloped Boluogo's face, and a chaotic and ferocious appearance appeared in the mist. Like an illusion, everyone saw different terrifying things in the mist.

Fortunately, the condensers were not that fragile. This strange feeling only existed for a moment, and their minds stabilized again, but the fear still lingered in their minds.

The sound of breathing gradually began, like that of a blood-thirsty beast.

"I like this gift."

The muffled voice sounded, and Boluogo seemed to be the embodiment of fear in the human world, with a cold green light bursting out of his eyes, turning into an evil spirit coming out of the story.