Endless Debt.

Chapter 137 Friday Hotline
As his accomplice that night, Palmer was also under house arrest here, but this guy was completely unaware of this. Palmer thought that Levius finally realized his conscience and gave himself a long vacation.

"It seems that our boss is not such a ruthless and rigid person." Palmer also commented on Lebius.

Bologo couldn't bear to break the illusion of this unlucky ghost, and told him that this was not a holiday at all but house arrest, maybe tomorrow you and I will go to the dark jail together.

This time, Palmer ate and slept a lot, and he was so happy that Burlog could barely be regarded as his roommate. After contacting him for 24 hours, Burrog found that Palmer was really big-hearted, as big as Bolog Logo wondered if this guy had any intellectual problems.

"Hello? Why are you staring blankly?" Palmer frowned. "You read books early in the morning. You are so eager to learn."

"No... nothing."

Burrogo put away all the books, and the black books were pressed at the bottom. Palmer was very worried, but the black books seemed to carry a curse. No one knew what would happen to Palmer after he read them. what.

The weird coldness and depression disappeared, as if everything just now was just his own illusion. What surprised Burrog even more was that it was Palmer who rescued him.

"I don't have much appetite, you can eat by yourself," Burrog said as he picked up the pile of books, "I'll go for a walk outside."

"Oh."

Palmer nodded, not knowing what was going on.

The Frontier Sanatorium mainly treats those injured in the operation, but not every day has a deadly job, and it is not every day that someone is injured.

Therefore, there are very few patients in the Frontier Sanatorium, and most of the time, its function is to conduct medical research.

Palmer leaned on crutches and passed one ward after another, all of which were empty and no one was there. He heard from the nurse that there were no more than ten patients in this building including himself and Burlogo.

They cherish animals in the eyes of these patients and nurses. Sometimes the stares are disturbing, but more often they are excellent treatment.

"Yo! Everyone! Good morning."

Walking into the white auditorium, Palmer waved and shouted.

This is the canteen of the medical department. The huge white auditorium can accommodate hundreds of people to eat at the same time. Under normal circumstances, many activities are also held here, but these are what the nurses said. Palmer has no idea what the situation is. Know.

"How was your sleep last night?"

"We had these for breakfast today."

"How's your body feeling?"

Compared with Burlogo, Palmer is very popular among the nurses. This guy always has a smile on his face, and he can also tell cold jokes to everyone while jumping on one leg, making everyone very happy .

As for Bologo, even though this guy is a lot more cheerful, his expression is still gloomy, giving people the feeling like a piece of cold iron, and the nurses are afraid to talk to him.

Palmer also mentioned it to Bologo a few times, but Bologo didn't care about these things, he was always independent of the environment.

But Palmer is different. Whenever this guy is in a strange environment, the first thing he does is to blend in and make himself one of them.

Judging by Palmer's progress, he will be out in a white coat in a few days.

After eating and drinking, Palmer wandered around the nursing home on crutches. Such a pleasant time is rare, and he must hurry up and enjoy it.

After walking two steps, Palmer realized something and asked the passing nurse about today's date, only then did he realize that he almost missed something.

Life in the nursing home is so slow, so slow that Palmer's mind is almost turned into a comfortable blank, nothing to think about, nothing to do, eat and drink every day, and then sleep until dawn, which is great.

In the ward, Burlogo had already left. He looked at the garden outside the window, but did not see him.

Palmer looked around like a thief, drew the curtains tightly, closed the door tightly, and sat back on his bed.

In order to make it easier for them to contact doctors and receive information, the doctors added phones to their wards. Palmer looked at the phone next to the bed, and for the first time, he couldn't smile on his long-lasting smile.

"Ah... Comedians also have to take off their makeup, and it's always difficult when it comes to this kind of time."

Palmer's face completely collapsed, and his tone was full of disappointment, but there was nothing he could do about it.

Leaning against the wall, he hesitated for a while, but reached out and dialed the number.

After a brief busy tone, the phone was connected, and the dejected face was no longer there. Palmer's face was full of smiles again, but this smile was a bit too deliberate and too forceful.

"Wo-si-lin-!"

Palmer shouted the opponent's name, and deliberately elongated the tone, like the host in the ring, cheering for the arrival of the next boxer.

Before the voice stopped, the same response sounded from the other end of the phone, but compared to Palmer's powerful voice, the voice of the response was undoubtedly much weaker, but she still yelled.

"Pa-er-mo-!"

It was as if two brats were yelling at each other on the phone, and the two laughed. They have repeated this kind of thing many times, basically every Friday, and they never get tired of it.

After the usual hello, Palmer addressed the person on the other end of the line.

"Woxilin, how are you doing recently? Are you feeling better?"

"It's better, I can go out for a walk, but I still can't walk for too long, or I will be dragged back and locked in the house." Woxilin complained.

"Listen to my family, that ghostly place in Fengyuan Heights is very windy, be careful of catching a cold." Palmer cared.

"I know, I know, by the way, I also learned the kazoo recently, do you want to listen to it? This thing doesn't take much energy, so everyone didn't object to me."

He asked for Palmer's opinion, but before Palmer could answer, bursts of rhythmic and wonderful fart sounded.

Palmer could imagine that guy holding a flute in his mouth and twisting it while playing.

"Do you have gastroenteritis?"

"It's a tune, a tune!" protested Vossilin.

Palmer couldn't stop laughing, and spoke intermittently, "You are still amazing, I can't learn how you feel as a natural comedian."

"To each other."

Laughing is enough, Wo Xilin asked again.

"How have you been? What about your new partner?"

"Not bad, he's a ruthless stubble, the kind who kills without blinking an eye," Palmer admired, "Wow, acting with him, the sense of security is overwhelming."

"Won't it be difficult to get along with?" Wo Xilin asked.

"No, although he is violent, he is also quite neurotic."

Palmer tried to describe to Vossilyn what he saw in Burlog.

"This guy always looks serious, just...very serious, but sometimes this guy will say some weird things. With his serious attitude and serious tone, it makes people want to laugh."

"for example?"

Palmer thought for a while, and based on his understanding of Burlogo, he imagined such a scenario.

"For example, before he acts, he always dresses himself clean and tidy, but when he is stained with blood, he loses control like a mad dog, cracking other people's bones while telling cold jokes.

If you ask him 'what did I do wrong', he might be able to reply with a strange reason such as 'your clothes suck'. "

At this point, Palmer couldn't help laughing himself, but Vossilyn on the other end of the conversation laughed louder than he did until he coughed.

"Sounds like an interesting guy."

"It's really interesting. He's probably the sullen type. He looks indifferent on the outside, but he's full of drama inside."

Recalling Burlogo's neurotic speech on a stormy night, Palmer said, "He still has some acting personality, standing on stage anytime, anywhere."

Palmer remembered something, and continued.

"When I go back when I have time, maybe I can take him with me and let you take a look."

"Okay...then when will you be back?" Woxilin asked.

"Well, maybe I can go back soon, don't worry, I'm very lucky, I can't die."

Palmer pondered the words and said his own comforting words.

"You too, remember to take good care of your body. If you die, you will have nothing."

"Know, know."

After a few more ramblings, Palmer hung up the phone, ending the weekly phone call.

Palmer, who just ended the call, didn't look happy. He felt that sometimes life is like this, you are immersed in another life and forget a lot of troubles.

But the troubles were not resolved, but ignored and avoided by myself.

Palmer's expression eased down, like this every time, he felt both happy and sad, and he was overwhelmed by the complicated emotions.

If Burlogo had been here, he would have cried out when he saw Palmer in this state.

Palmer seldom had a quiet time, but now he looked dazed, quietly huddled in a corner, like the depressed philosopher he said.

"Ah... It's really time to go home sometime."

Palmer threw his head back, muttering to himself.

(End of this chapter)