Endless Debt.

Chapter 108 Unbearable
Looking at the thick diaries one after another, there are too many things in it. When Bologo was hunting and killing, they were sleeping quietly in this city, waiting for .

There was a quarrel between a man and a woman next door. Even through the wall, the sound still penetrated clearly. On the other side was the sound of the TV set that was too loud. In the violent music, the host talked endlessly.

The world is so noisy and vast, but it has nothing to do with Borrog. He seems to be hidden in the shadow of the world, and no one can see his appearance, as if he never existed.

Like a slowly rotting corpse, the moldy corpse was covered with strange-looking things, maggots crawled around, and laid densely packed eggs, and viscous liquid overflowed from the wound, dripping all over the ground... …

Bologo didn't know how long he had been lying like this, feeling nothing, not thinking about anything, as if the internal organs, flesh and blood, and soul under the body had been hollowed out.

Like an empty shell.

This feels quite familiar, as if returning to the dark prison.

It was the same with me at that time, I just lay down like this, and I didn’t get up again for a long time, as if I was completely defeated by this crazy world, and I couldn’t stand up again after I fell down.

So... Are you going to throw in the towel?Borogo Lazarus.

"Do not."

A hoarse voice squeezed out from between the sharp teeth, and Burrog stood up with difficulty while leaning on the wall, like a patient who had lost all his strength.

His pupils were bloodshot, and his face was sickly pale.

Burrog walked to the mirror in embarrassment, put his hands on the wall, tried not to let himself fall, raised his head, and stared at the hideous self in the mirror.

The black hair fell randomly, cutting the blue eyes into countless pieces. He stretched out his hand to try to touch the mirror, but he felt a cold chill.

Suddenly Burrog laughed, he kept laughing, like a mental patient, the crazy laughter hit his body, he arched his body and coughed loudly, and finally it seemed to be vomiting, and there was a constant sound in his throat growl.

"Ha ha……"

After panting in pain, Burlog tried his best to stand upright, the expression on his face was restrained, and he was extremely numb.

From the corner of his sight, he looked out of the window, the sky was pitch black, so deep, it seemed that the light of the whole world was taken away tonight, leaving only the unknowable darkness devouring the remaining minds of people.

"Isn't that right? Burrog."

A voice lingered in my mind.

"Why did it become like this?"

The treacherous whispers continued, as if invisible ghosts were entangled in Bologo's body. They leaned against Bologo's ears and poured out the disturbing syllables to him.

Boluoge was expressionless, and the next moment his eyes were full of ferocity. He pulled out the pocket knife at his waist, and the sharp cold light extended step by step, pointing directly at himself in the mirror.

"I got you, you bastard, you're dead."

He let out bursts of hoarse laughter, but the evil ghost in the mirror also looked at each other with wild laughter.

Burrog's smile froze, and he put away the jackknife in despair, and then swung the sharp blade again, slashing his head at himself in the mirror.

"Haha! You are here!"

The mirror was torn apart amidst the frenzied sound, as if the jackknife was going to cut through reality and kill the hidden evil spirit.

The face of the evil ghost exploded into thousands of crumbs, which flew all over the ground, bursting out bursts of crisp sounds.

Lowering his head, like a kaleidoscope, the figure of Bologo was divided into countless fragments, thousands of figures moved and turned, like countless branches, each branch is a life that has never been spied on.

The burning fire gradually weakened.

With an indifferent expression, Burlogo regained his composure, as if the person who just made this nervous move was not himself.

Taking off this funny sweater, Burlogo folded it neatly and put it together with the organized diary, looking at those yellowed group photos, brushing his fingers lightly on each face, memories are like His body was washed repeatedly like a tide.

Finally Burlog picked up Adele's necklace, hesitated a little, but he still put the necklace around his neck.

Bologo doesn't believe in God, but he is willing to believe in Adele, the person who has given him warmth across time and space.

Opening the closet, Bologo didn't take out the clothes he used to wear, but a black overalls, which was also one of the uniforms issued by the Bureau of Order, but it didn't look decent and elegant, and Bologo basically didn't wear it .

At this time, you don't have to care about those.

"Adele, just like you said, you are powerless to save everyone, and so am I. We are all pathetic mortals, and our power has its limits, and we cannot reach such a distant place."

Burrog whispered and put on the dark overalls, one after another pocket knives were inserted into the pockets, the left arm was put on the adaptive arm, and the strap was tightened to fit it completely with the skin .

"Being unable to touch it doesn't mean not doing it."

He affirmed this, and at the same time inserted one steel plate after another into the groove of the tooling.These steel plates were originally the materials used by Bologo to practice the secret energy at home.

"Destroy what I can see first, and then slowly attack what I can't see. Anyway, I have almost infinite time."

Sitting down, Bologo straightened his lower body, a sharp throwing knife was inserted into the outside of the calf, and the buckles were inserted tightly to fix them.

Having done all this, Bologo sat up, fully armed.

"I know what I want to be, Adele."

He narrates himself to nothingness, like a confession.

"I want them to be terrified and terrified at the thought of being in the same city as me, and I want all those who have committed evil deeds to reject me in fear.

They howl when they hear my voice, tremble when they see my figure, and when I approach, they only beg for my mercy. "

Burrog stood up again, fury lurking in his voice.

"You yearn for the power of justice that transcends everything and descends upon all. Unfortunately, that power doesn't exist, but I think I can be it, even if it's just a parody of it, even if it only affects this city. .

Even if it is so small, it will still exist in reality. "

Reaching into his pocket, feeling the cold metal, Burrog knew what to do next.

"I'm leaving, Adele."

Burrog said goodbye.

"Do what I'm supposed to do, be who I'm supposed to be."

……

The rapid knocking sound woke Vincent up, the old guy slowly got up from the bed, and vigilantly grabbed the pistol beside the bed.

The law and order in Shenbei District is not good, not to mention Wensen, a small shop that is open until late at night, there will always be some desperate guys trying to pry open his door at night to make a lot of extra money.

Vincent walked to the iron gate, opened the small window, and saw the visitor clearly through the gap.

"Bologo?" Seeing a familiar face, Vincent breathed a sigh of relief, put his pistol aside, turned his head and walked towards the shelf, "It's the same, why are you leaving get off work so late again? It's overtime Yet?"

As usual, Vincent chatted with Burlogo, but this time Burlogo didn't respond for a long time. Vincent looked at Burlogo vigilantly, but saw a terrible face.

"What happened, Bologo." Vincent wondered.

"It's nothing, Vincent, I'm not here to buy these things today," Burrog lowered his body, "I want some 'not for sale'."

Hearing "not for sale", Wen Sen's expression became serious, and his tone was heavy, "Did you encounter any trouble?"

Burrog didn't answer.

"No... no, Bologo, listen to me, go to the police, don't think about solving it yourself, it will only hurt yourself."

Vincent walked quickly to the small window, persuading Burlogo.

Bologo smiled and said with some embarrassment.

"Sorry, I lied to you before, but my new job..."

Bologo didn't continue talking, there was no need to explain many things so clearly, not to mention that he was facing Vincent, the old fox could easily guess what was going on.

"This makes me a little disappointed." Vincent said indifferently.

"Vincent, do you still remember the person I often mentioned to you? That person named Adele," Burlogo said without Livinson's reaction, "Actually, she It's dead, it's murder, and I've been trying to track down the identity of the killer."

Looking at Vincent through the small window with cyan eyes, Burlogo continued.

"Now that I know who he is, I'm going to kill him tonight."

Vincent was silent. He didn't expect Bologo to give such a reason. After a long time, he sighed faintly.

The small window was closed, and there were bursts of metallic sounds behind the iron gate. Vincent stretched out his hand to pull the iron gate open, and turned sideways to get out of the way.

"I'm making an exception this time."

Vincent picked up a cigarette at some point, his eyes gloomy.

"Thank you." Burlogo thanked.

Vincent locked the iron gate and turned off the lights. Looking from the street, this place also merged into the darkness of night.

The old guy walked ahead, over the heavy shelves, and led Bologo into the basement. Few guests could come here. Vincent, an old guy who lived alone, hated guests very much.

Burrog stood waiting at the door. Vincent reached out and opened several cabinets, and pulled the retractable shelves inside to make them stretch out, revealing the items on the shelves together.

The old man's back was facing the stretched frame, like a villainous angel with wings, but the wings were not white feathers, but different types of guns and cold weapons.

He coughed a few times, Vincent's lungs are not suitable for smoking.

"What do you need?"

Looking at this distraught guy, Vincent didn't know exactly what Burrog went through, but he knew one thing at this moment.

The man stood up, he couldn't take it anymore.

(End of this chapter)