Endless Debt

Boluogo felt that his mind was in a mess. Even after he had sorted out his thoughts, he still felt tired. After nightfall, he returned to his home with infinitely complicated thoughts. He ignored Palmer's greeting and lay down directly. Lying on his bed, he closed his eyes and meditated until he fell asleep in infinite thinking.

For several days, Boluogo spent time in this hazy state. Fortunately, as time went by, his tired spirit became refreshed again, and his fuzzy and chaotic thoughts became orderly.

Bologg rarely talks to others about his troubles. Even if you ask him to chat with others, Bologg will feel a sense of meaninglessness and exhaustion when the words come to his mouth, and refuse to talk.

Over time, Boluoge became better and better at this matter, and became more and more silent. Few people could understand what he was thinking. When he dealt with his feelings, another night fell. When he woke up, the house was empty. Palmer was not at home. He had probably gone to the Immortal Club.

The feeling of waking up alone was unpleasant, which reminded Bologo of the days when he lived alone in Shenbe District.

Boluogo got up in the darkness, opened the refrigerator, poured himself a glass of orange juice, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and looked at the brightly lit bustling city.

In his first year of work, Bologo often did this, standing by the window and peeping at the city. At that time, Bologo's heart was full of a sense of detachment and loneliness. At that time, he was very important to this city. Like a marginalized person in society, with no friends, no family, and no existence worth relating to.

The only difference between him and the homeless man on the street is that Boluogo has a place to shelter from the wind and rain.

Now that the third year has come, Boluogo has a completely different state of mind. He has friends, although they are not many, they are extremely important contacts. He has also found a good job and has his own life in this city. Hunting grounds.

Boluogo is no longer the marginalized person he was three years ago. More and more people are seeing him and witnessing his existence.

After getting dressed, Boluogo opened the door and left, walking alone on the street. Many pedestrians passed by him, vehicles came and went, and the plaques flashed with brilliant light.

Boluogo thought that this was the first time he was walking on such a road alone. Usually, Palmer would drive or use the Key to the Winding Path. Now that the Key to the Winding Path is damaged, he doesn't know when Sere will be able to get a new one for him.

Sometimes Boluogo feels that he is a lonely person, but after carefully recalling it, he rarely spends time alone in his memory.

"It turns out there is a cinema nearby..."

Boluogo looked around and sighed softly. He was too focused on the outside world, and everything happening around him was ignored. He didn't realize it until this moment.

He walked for a while, like taking a walk, and slowly arrived at the Undead Club. When he opened the door, there was still the familiar carnival atmosphere.

Palmer, Hart, and Sere gathered around the table, excitedly throwing dice, then moving the chess pieces to kill the monsters in the fantasy story.

"Yo, you're here."

Sere raised his head and said hello to Boluogo.

Boluogo came to the bar and poured himself a glass of water. "Are you the only ones tonight?"

Palmer responded, "That's it. Kemp said he had training and wouldn't be coming over for the time being, and the same goes for Shelley."

"Kemp has been a little weird recently. He has made unexpected progress. Apart from working and resting, he basically spends time in the practice room," Hart said. "He also asked many people for advice on Tai Chi skills and the like. With his speed, , you should be able to master Tai Chi skills very quickly."

When mentioning this part, Hart's tone was filled with admiration and envy. In addition to the ethereal skills that he could not master due to the restrictions of his rank, according to Kemp's speed, he would soon become an all-rounder.

Hart had also tried it before, but everyone had different difficulties in learning different etheric skills due to their different styles and talents. He did not have the perseverance like Kemp, so he gave up after a short period of persistence and became proficient in one.

"Is that so?"

Burlogo didn't pay too much attention to this matter. In his opinion, Kemp himself was an extremely dedicated field employee, and it was normal to study so hard.

Just when Boluogo was about to blend into the leisurely atmosphere, the door was pushed open, triggering the doorbell above. Amidst the crisp ringing, a strange yet familiar figure appeared at the door.

Boluogo looked at him. For a moment, he couldn't remember who this person was. The same was true for everyone else, except Palmer.

Palmer looked at the man, stunned for a moment, and then said in surprise.

"Church?"

Along with Palmer's shout, it seemed that some kind of shackles in people's minds were broken, and information related to the visitor flowed out.

Boluogo remembered who the other party was. It was Church. They hadn't seen each other for a while.

"Phew, you actually still remember me."

Church smiled and said, in the eyes of others, this was a very ordinary greeting, but to Church, it had a deeper meaning.

"I thought you were missing!"

Palmer stood up, opened his hands and ran towards Church. It had been a long time since the two of them had seen each other since Fengyuan Heights.

"I'm not missing," Church waved his hand, "I just went on a long mission."

"I know, just kidding."

Palmer and Church sat at the bar, Sere poured drinks for them in cooperation, Church thanked Sere, and Palmer was used to handling the Night Clan lord.

With the arrival of Church, the game was paused, and several people talked endlessly about recent events, but these topics were soon exhausted, and then several people started telling jokes.

Just like a stew, as soon as one person finished telling a joke, the other told another joke. The laughter started again before the laughter stopped. After repeated repetitions, everyone laughed loudly and coughed.

Palmer's performance was the most extreme. He almost laughed to tears, and then lamented the absurdity of the world.

"Speaking of which, have you seen her?"

Palmer nudged Church with his elbow, "You are just a familiar customer to her. I haven't seen you for a few months. Has she forgotten you?"

Church was silent for a moment, then said, "I've been there."

"But you dare not come closer?" Palmer said with excitement, "Yeah, it would be too bad if she doesn't recognize you."

In the past, Church would definitely be angry when Palmer said this, but this time Church said nothing, and the heated atmosphere became much cooler.

"Hmm...I'm still thinking."

Church whispered, but he did not explain what he was thinking. No one can guess.

Palmer's expression became awkward. He just wanted to tease Church, but now he seemed to have really hurt Church. He didn't know whether to apologize or give Church some advice.

"How about... give it a try?"

Palmer's eyes flashed. He had wanted to help him partner for a long time, but Church was inexperienced and stubborn.

This time Church still didn't answer, just sipping his drink. Seeing this, Palmer couldn't say anything more. The atmosphere was stiff for a few seconds, until the drunk Serey once again asked a few people to continue the game.

Burlogo felt that Church was definitely not here to listen to Palmer's advice. Like him, he should be looking for a relaxing atmosphere to rest here for a while under heavy pressure.

Church moved his eyes and noticed Bologg in the shadow. Bologg raised his glass, and Church raised his glass to him from a distance, silently greeting him.

In another corner, Bode was sitting on a chair, and Weier was curled up, as if he was fast asleep, but his eyes were open, and there were a few gold coins in front of him.

Weier said, "Want to take a bet?"

Bode said nothing, but he stretched out his hand and pushed the gold coin to Weier's cat's paw.

For the undead, wealth is meaningless to them, but sometimes he is willing to make ridiculous bets for a small amount of meaningless wealth.

Borlog liked the current atmosphere. He began to realize that the world needed idiots. They could dilute Borlog's pressure, which was great.

Yes, that's it. In addition to serious dramas, the world also needs a lot of mindless comedies.

Boluogo completely relaxed, and he was drowsy. In his hazy consciousness, he was wondering whether he wanted to spend the night here. Under the extreme leisure, many things that Boluogo had forgotten were slowly crawling out. mind.

Compared to astronauts and humans, they are not an important issue in themselves. For this reason, they did not arouse the slightest vigilance in Boluogo. When they started to explode in his mind, Boluogo trembled, as if waking up from a nightmare. I broke out in a cold sweat.

Boluogo forgot one thing.

A very important thing.

For so many days, I didn't even think about this matter at all.

Just when Boluogo noticed this, the door of the Immortal Club was pushed open again, and a slender figure stood at the door. Her arrival instantly chilled the joyful atmosphere, and everyone could detect the aura on her body. There was an air of hidden anger.

Her gaze was like a torch, and wherever she went, everyone looked away, not daring to look at her. Before Bologg could make a move, she accurately caught Bologg hiding in the darkness.

Aimu!

Oh my god, how could I forget her!

Bologg's mind was screaming. During the battle of the Silent Man, Aimu and Bologg fell together. According to the past, after he was discharged from the hospital, he would definitely visit his comrades. As a result, Bologg was killed. Sanil stopped and met everyone.

The shocking news filled Boluogo's head. Apart from these things, he didn't think about anything useful for several days. For this reason, he pushed the matter about Amu into a corner.

Boluogo became inexplicably panicked. He would never have been like this before. Aimu glanced at Boluogo. The blue aperture in his eyes tightened slightly, as if he had some kind of night vision function, covering Boluogo. Ge's shadow is as thin as a layer of paper.

She sneered in her heart, said nothing, walked directly to the bar, poured herself a glass of orange juice, and then walked slowly towards Boluogo.

Boluogo felt that his muscles were tense and his breathing began to decrease. In the past, he would only react like this when attacking someone. Others also stopped playing and kept their ridiculous and stiff movements. Looking out of the corner of his eyes.

"Scenes like this are rare..."

Palmer said to himself in his heart that he was happy to see Bologo's joke, just like when he was laughed at by Bologo in Fengyuan Highlands, this could be regarded as a comeback.

Aimu sat down next to Boluogo with a cup, and turned his face sideways. Instead of the expected anger, he looked concerned.

"You look pretty good," Aimu said. "I thought you had been lying in a border nursing home? It turns out you came back a long time ago."

Boluogo felt that his voice was deformed, "Sorry, I have been busy recently and forgot to see you."

"Are you nervous?"

"Kind of."

"Why?"

"Because I forgot to visit you."

Unknowingly, every time after waking up from the border sanatorium, Boluogo would take a look at Aimu. Due to the cooperation between the two, once Boluogo died in the hospital, Aimu, who overlapped with him, would probably Will also get hurt.

Burlogo gradually developed this rule until this time he completely forgot about it.

"I thought you would be angry."

Boluogo read in Irvine's book that it is difficult for you to understand what women are thinking. They are like the wind, sometimes caressing your face with gentle breeze, sometimes roaring wildly. They linger by your side and linger for a long time, but When you try to catch them, they will escape from your fingertips.

Irwin's writing was very beautiful. If he hadn't known about Irwin's emotional history, which was as thin as a propaganda paper, Boluogo almost believed Irwin's words. But then he thought that Irwin was dancing with a devil, and he thought again. I admire Irwin inexplicably and feel that Irwin’s words can be trusted to some extent.

Borogo is not Irwin, and Aimu is not the devil. Irwin's story is useless.

Aimu said, "Angry? How could that happen?"

Bologg felt that Aimu was lying. She turned into a body of steel on purpose, and Bologg couldn't judge her expression at all.

"Relax, I won't eat you," Aimu took a sip of orange juice, "It'll be good to see you're okay."

Borogo emphasized, "I am an immortal."

"Then this immortal..."

Aimu suddenly stretched out his hand. In her cunning smile, a faint light floated on Aimu's fingertips. His nails slowly slid across the back of Boluogo's hand, causing bursts of itching and numbness.

"You're still nervous," Aimu read the vague emotions, with surprise in his voice, "Are you still a little... guilty?"

Bologo said sincerely, "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry."

Aimu narrowed her eyes, and the light formed a horizontal line in the slits of her eyes.

Boluogo's sincere response disrupted Aimu's plan. For several days, Aimu stayed in the Undead Club, reviewing her plan in her mind every day. Under her exquisite emotional control, Aimu Mu will conquer Bologo once and for all.

She felt like a soldier attacking a city, equipped with catapults and siege towers. But when the war finally started, the enemy opened their doors wide and brought carts full of gifts, which made Aimu feel a little embarrassed.

"Oh, you are so boring like this."

Aimu put away his thoughts and hammered Boluogo with resentment.

"What's wrong?"

"You are so sincere and straightforward, even if I want to use this to say something or make any request, I can't do it."

"Isn't this bad?" Boluogo didn't understand. "Is there anything wrong with being sincere?"

"Yes, yes!" Aimu clapped his hands, "That's what it looks like!"

The cold and hard palms became soft, and a vivid expression appeared on Aimu's face. She complained, "You look like this, it's hard for me to lose my temper."

Bologg is a very stubborn person, but when he realizes his mistakes, Bologg admits his mistakes very quickly. He will hardly argue with you, but will accept his mistakes completely and find ways to make up for it. .

Such people are rare these days.

Aimu couldn't be angry with Boluogo at all. In that case, it would be as if she was deliberately bullying Boluogo. Although he was a perverted murderer who would laugh out loud when he killed people, on this issue, he Well-behaved like a student.

"ah?"

Boluogo had no idea that his way of thinking determined all his actions. He just accepted his mistakes. Boluogo couldn't think of anything wrong with this.

It’s Aimu.

"Isn't it good not to lose your temper?"

Aimu was dumbfounded by Boluogo's words.

She didn't really want to be angry, she just wanted to take this opportunity to press the army and force Bologg to form an alliance under the city to advance this difficult relationship. Just when Aimu thought he was about to win, a sudden surge of people came from the open city gate. A hundred thousand troops, and a dense crowd appeared outside the city. They responded from the inside and outside, and surrounded Aimu. I don’t know how the city managed to fit so many people into it.

Aimu took a sip of orange juice and said resentfully, "I'm really a little angry now."

"ah?"

Boluogo wanted to say something, but he retracted his words as soon as he reached his lips.

How strange.

Boluogo began to agree with Irwin's words. He could guess the faction and nature of the enemy's secret energy between life and death, and could see through the enemy's various conspiracies, but he couldn't figure out what she was thinking.

Suddenly, warm softness grasped Boluogo's hand. Compared with Boluogo's rough big hand, Aimu's hand was much more delicate and small. Boluogo looked at her and met her eyes.

"You look a little bad, Bologger."

"I think I'm fine." Boluogo muttered in his heart, "At least I'm fine for now."

"I mean deep in your heart, I can feel it, like a twisted mass of seaweed, tightly entangled in you, dragging you into the bottom of the sea, suffocating you to death."

Aimu said, "Do you need help?"

Boluogo fell silent.

Aimu thought for a while, "In other words, do you need me to do something?"

Borogo thought for a long time and said, "No, you don't have to do anything."

A trace of disappointment flashed in Amu's eyes, and then Boluogo said, "Just sit here."

Borrogo repeated, "Don't do anything, just sit here."

After saying that, Boluogo took a long breath, closed his eyes, and continued to feel relaxed. He loved this atmosphere, and Aimu's arrival undoubtedly added a lot of warmth to this atmosphere.

"ah?"

An inaudible voice sounded from Aimu's throat. This time, Aimu was confused. The aperture twisted into strange garbled characters and flashed quickly.

The stiff atmosphere softened, like a frozen river, becoming turbulent again. Palmer and others once again made harsh noises, but Boluogo didn't hate it. He liked this noisy environment, full of a sense of life. , causing Boluogo to seize the world.

In the other corner of the darkness, Weier glanced at Boluogo lazily, and silently raised the cat's paw. The cat's eyes were full of helplessness. It pushed the gold coin in front of it back to Bode, and the skeleton shook. A few times, as if suppressing laughter.