Endless Debt

"Punishment and peace..."

Kedening thought deeply, with sadness on his face.

Boluogo's words reminded him of what happened a long time ago, when "Humanophilia" had just been established. He and David wandered in the dark alleys, plundering souls one after another.

Kedening washes his hands every day and keeps washing his hands until his hands are red. He doesn't stop. Even though his hands are clean enough, he still feels dirty. There is blood hidden in his nails, and it is difficult to remove them even if he pulls them out.

"I guess...I can understand that too."

He was serious. Ke Denning still remembered those dark days. Every day he would wake up from nightmares. He would look at the passers-by on the street through the gaps in the curtains. He always felt that the messenger of God was among them, watching him, ready to help him at any time. Down with punishment.

Kedening lived in uneasy fear, but as time went by, he didn't know whether he was used to this kind of life or whether he was numb to the fear of punishment.

The punishment has not come, and the scale of "human addiction" is getting bigger and bigger. Countless philosopher's stones are circulating every day.

Kotneren also joked with David, "God is either dead or doesn't exist."

David doesn't have that much psychological burden. He is a pure mercenary. He said, "Then I prefer a world where God is dead."

"Why is it dead?" Kedening asked.

"That way He at least existed."

Kodening shook his head, putting those bad memories behind him, and murmured.

"My wife has some mental illness. She often does some hurtful things. Whenever she wakes up, she is in pain and blames herself. For this reason, she is always in a low mood, and she even thought about committing suicide."

Kedening didn't lie, this was the truth, a distorted truth.

"Sometimes I think that she must also be thinking that as long as she dies, no one will be hurt, and she doesn't have to condemn her soul every day and live in fear."

"Your... wife?" Bologo said.

"Yes, that happened a long time ago. An accident caused her to suffer from such a disease. Fortunately, Gini is still very strong and she persists," said Kedening. "The theater is named after her. of."

"You love her very much."

"Of course I'm willing to get my hands dirty for her."

Kodening said words that only he understood.

"Then you sound quite happy," Bologg said enviously, "but I am a complete unlucky guy."

"My friend's good deeds were not rewarded, but he died of a murder... Kedening, you know? Sometimes I feel that the damned part of the world is here."

Bologger cursed under his breath.

"Actually, the misfortune in life is not the worst. The worst thing is that you continue to do good deeds, treat everyone sincerely, and love everything in life... but you do not get any recognition or reward.

If you are a wicked person and have burned, killed, and looted all over the place, then when you are punished, you may still breathe a sigh of relief and say things like, "I deserve this."

But you always had good intentions, but you encountered misfortune of fate, which smashed your head and caused blood.

This kind of thing will inevitably make people confused, making people confused about the meaning of their existence, and even the things they are obsessed with will no longer be reliable. "

"That sounds terrible," Kodening said.

"Yeah, it sucks, so I'm often cranky and full of anger."

Bologg looked at the busy streets. Adele often said that she had a twisted sense of justice. It seemed like she was trying to execute justice, but this justice was not justice, but more like a personal venting of anger.

She often teases Boluogo. If Boluogo is an angel sent by God, he must also be a villainous angel.

Villainous angel, Burlogo thought that was a cool word.

This was the result. After all that happened to Bologo, he felt aggrieved by everything and stubbornly smashed open one door after another with his fists.

"So did you find the answer?"

"I found it," Boluogo said after pondering for a few seconds. "If fate smashes my head, then I will grab its throat. God doesn't exist anyway, so what is there to fear about fate?" Woolen cloth?"

"I won't die. I have plenty of time to correct everything."

Borogo made jokes that Codenin didn't understand.

"Boluogo, your violence cannot solve everything. The world is very big, and your personal fist cannot defeat all the evil people." In his memory, Jeffrey once commented like this.

"So? You can't defeat all the evil people, so you fall into confusion and pain? No, no, no, Jeffrey, this shouldn't be like this."

At that time, Boluogo retorted like this.

"First knock down what I can see and what I can't see, and then slowly attack."

Burlogo felt that he was so cool when he said this, like an irritable philosopher pursuing his own paranoid theory.

The world is a ring, and Boluogo is a boxer who cannot be knocked down.

"It sounds really good," said Codening.

The door of the flower shop was pushed open, and Boluogo saw Palmer standing at the door. He was facing the room, as if he was communicating with someone.

"I'm still sorry for letting you down."

Seeing this, Boluogo spoke and concluded the conversation.

"It's nothing, life always has some surprises." Kedening said.

"But I will definitely go to see the reenactment." Bologo emphasized.

"Oh? A repeat?" Ke Denning's eyes were a little confused. He looked towards the street and said in a somewhat joking tone, "Maybe tomorrow night will be the last scene of "The Wandering Rat"?"

"The last scene? Then you might as well give me a spoiler." Bologo laughed, taking the so-called "last scene" as a joke.

Kedening shook his head at this.

"Does it need to be kept secret?" Bologo said.

"No, it's just that I didn't think about the ending."

"Ah? There's a performance tomorrow night, haven't you decided on the ending yet?"

Boluogo was surprised and asked, what's going on with these creative people.

"It's not that I didn't think about the ending. I wrote several manuscripts, but I always felt unsatisfied, as if I almost missed something."

Kedening was also very melancholy about this. He was like the wandering mouse in the story, wandering between the normal world and "human addiction". The pressure from the Bureau of Order and the urging of the King's Secret Sword made it impossible for him to calm down. Complete this final performance.

Kedening is often tortured by a huge sense of separation, and sometimes even has hallucinations.

"Don't you need to rehearse?"

"No need. Although I didn't think about it, in my plan, the last scene will be Bart's monologue, and it's enough for me to perform it alone." Kedening said.

Burlogo stood up. Palmer was already waving to him.

"Is that your friend?"

"Probably, the driver to be precise." Burlogo said with a smile, which shows that Palmer's status in his heart is low.

"Actually... sometimes I feel that I don't love my wife."

Just when Boluogo was about to leave, Kedening said suddenly.

Boluogo turned around, and Kedening still had that calm expression, as if he didn't even notice what he had just said.

"I know she is in pain. If I really love her, as she said, I would give her peace, but I...I don't know whether I am selfish and want to occupy her forever, or whether I am selfish and want to occupy her forever. Being timid and not daring to face a future without her, I used shackles to forcefully keep her."

Kedening was expressionless.

"The pain continues. Her pain, mine, and the pain of many people are entangled together and continue. Sometimes I comfort myself that at least Gini is still alive, and at least I can still hug her.

But what exactly is this feeling? Occupying selfish desires? Fear of the future? Or is it just wishful thinking on my part? "

He seemed to be reciting the lines of the script, but Kedening's recitation was very poor, without any feeling, like a cold repeater.

In Kedening's eyes, the world has become two different things. One side is a crazy and dark hell, and the other side is a stage for thousands of carnivals.

"Brogo, I think...I think even though God does not exist, the evil people should also be longing for it, longing for the moment when punishment will come."

Ke Denning said quietly.

"At the end of their lives, they can finally stop fleeing and calmly accept the arrival of peace."

"Ke...Ke Dening?"

Boluogo looked at Kedening worriedly, Kedening blinked, and then he realized it, and he said embarrassedly.

"Sorry, I was thinking about some plot matters and got a little obsessed. I often do this, immersed in my own world."

"Wow, professional! As expected of a creative person."

Boluogo admired and said that he should be the only one to understand whether Kodenin was sighing from the bottom of his heart or for some so-called creation.

"See you again when you have a chance, Kedening."

Boluogo waved his hand, said goodbye to Kedening and walked towards the flower shop. Kedening stood up slowly, his eyes were gloomy, and he didn't know what he was thinking about.

He also stood up and left, but looking at the maze-like Opos, Kedening felt frightened and confused, not knowing where to go.

…

In a small restaurant near the flower shop, the three of them were sitting at a small table in the corner, looking at each other.

"Palmer, you bastard, how many times have I told you not to follow me here?"

In the end, the conversation between the three people started with the man whispering curses.

"What do you mean by following you? I happened to be here to buy flowers. I happened to meet an old colleague by chance. I happened to have time to catch up with old colleagues."

Palmer had a flower in his mouth, looking shameless.

While the two were scolding each other, Boluogo observed the man carefully. The man was wearing a similar outfit to Boluogo, just like an off-duty clerk. He had an ordinary appearance and wore glasses on his face. When he was silent, he gave The person has a rigorous and reliable feeling, but when the eyes are moved away from the man, it is as if he has been deliberately forgotten. The man's image keeps collapsing in his mind until it disappears and returns to zero.

Secret energy? Bologger was skeptical.

After a simple friendly exchange, the man turned his attention to Boluogo.

"So who is this?"

"My new partner, Borogo Lazarus."

Palmer said, putting his hand on Bologo's body, acting like a good brother, and at the same time, he did not forget to introduce Bologo.

"Brogo, this is Church Bolton, my former partner."

The two looked at each other for a second and nodded to each other, indicating that they knew each other.

Boluogo's eyes revealed understanding, and Church's eyes revealed sympathy. For some reason, even though they didn't say a word, the two of them clearly knew what the other was thinking.

Church sighed, looked at Palmer with disgust, and frowned.

"Although Palmer, you are a damn bastard, but you have to admit that you still have a certain limit. You would not intrude into my private life so unintentionally... So is something wrong?"

When Palmer messes up his weekly date, Church is willing to listen to his explanation before punching Palmer in the face out of an old relationship.

"You were sent to investigate a factory on the dock this time, right?" Palmer said.

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"I need more detailed information, information you can't put on a report."

Palmer put away his smile and said seriously.

"We'll raid there tomorrow night."