Endless Debt.

Chapter 151
In Jeffrey's words, the Great Rift has been in chaos for decades. No matter how hard you try, you can't change this place in just a day or two, and this place won't change just because you work less. The sky, then completely slipped into the abyss.

Order is an interesting thing. Even in a place of madness, there will be corresponding rules, even if the rules are bloody.

After saying those words to himself, Geoffrey put on that damned smile and turned down Burlogo's request for overtime.

"This is a rare opportunity, Burrog, you have to seize it."

Geoffrey's damn words circled endlessly in his mind.

Bologo sat in the sidecar of the motorcycle, staring blankly at the street scene of Opus at night, letting the cold wind blow by, messing up his thoughts.

"Don't worry, Bologo, Bailey is not a monster, she won't eat you," Palmer yelled, riding his motorcycle, trying to drown out the sound of the engine, "Tomorrow is not an experiment, she just called you Just go get the equipment."

"Then you're with me?" Burrog asked back.

"Me? I'll let it go,"

"You are not indifferent, why are you afraid at this time?" Burrog laughed.

"It's not about whether you're afraid or not," Palmer was a little embarrassed, the motorcycle slowed down and stopped before the red light, he lowered his head and said to Burlogo, "How should I put it... I'm forbidden to go to sublimation The core is gone."

"prohibit?"

"Hmm, Bai Li let go of the harsh words, if I dare to go to the sublimation furnace core, she will sink me into the No. [-] furnace."

"why?"

Bologo didn't understand that Palmer was a happy guy and a very easy-going person. Bologo thought that his popularity would be pretty good, but after this period of time, Burlogo felt that the actual situation was obviously not right.

Every time he went to Crow's Nest by himself, when those people heard that Palmer was his partner, they all cast pitiful eyes. Several times, Burlogo also met Church, Palmer's former partner, he It was very surprising to see him alive and well.

"How are you recently?" Church asked concerned.

"Huh? Not bad." Burrog didn't understand what he was asking.

Now Palmer is not only having conflicts with Crow's Nest, he also seems to have made a feud with Bailey, which makes Burlogo infinitely curious about his partner.

"what happened?"

Faced with Burlogo's questioning, Palmer looked a little embarrassed, and after thinking about it, he faltered.

"I just... went to the sublimation furnace core, and then accidentally...caused some... small problems," Palmer's tone suddenly became firm, "Yes, small problems, it's just some experiments that failed. It’s common to fail when exploring unknown truths, right?”

Bologo was stunned for a few seconds, and he didn't react until the green light turned on and the motorcycle roared forward.

"God..."

Burrog covered his face and sighed.

"I don't want to, but I'm so unlucky, what can I do?" Palmer yelled, "If I can find the damn devil, I will stab a few times."

Burrog's expression was complicated, and he really didn't know what expression to show.

During this period of time, he and Palmer were operating in the Great Rift, and encountered many unlucky things, such as the sudden rupture of the air corridor a few days ago. In the environment, it is very useful.

Another example is on a cliff building, when fighting with groups of demons, the crooked building suddenly collapsed and collapsed.

This kind of thing is quite common in the wandering fork road. These weird buildings have no stability at all, and they may collapse at any time. When he opened a gap in the cliff to hide, he couldn't help but look at Palmer.

Within two weeks, there were countless such things, and Burlogo was used to it. Later, he didn't even think it was bad luck, but it was just an unexpected situation encountered during field operations.

Yes, emergencies, that's it.

It wasn't until now that Burlogo realized that maybe these were all activated by Palmer's "gift", and he had gotten used to all of this amid endless misfortune, and even regarded it as normal.

"Habit is a terrible force."

Burrog shook his head, muttering to himself.

The motorcycle stopped slowly, and Palmer glanced at Bologo, and then asked.

"Are you here? Can you?"

"Okay, today is the purchase day," Burrog got up and stepped out of the sidecar, took off his helmet, and put it back in the sidecar. "Are you going to rest tomorrow?"

Palmer doesn't plan to go to the sublimation furnace core with him, and it's unrealistic to let him go to the Great Rift alone. This guy is so tired that he will probably sleep at home all day.

"Yeah, sleep all day, no one wants me to wake up."

Palmer firmly said that the action in the Great Rift is quite interesting, but apart from the fun, it is endless torture, complicated terrain, rampant demons and ghosts, poisonous gas...

The spirit needs to be tense every second. If he keeps this state for a long time, Palmer feels that he is going to be mentally weak. Compared with this, he loves his previous job very much. At least he was moving in the city at that time. You can go to the coffee shop on the street for a little rest.

"See you the day after tomorrow!" Burlogo waved at Palmer.

The motorcycle gradually disappeared into the street, and Burlogo remembered his previous fantasies about having a car, but he was directly placed in the ghostly place of the Great Rift, where cars would not work.

Walk into Charlie's House, the thrift store Burlogo frequents, for what he calls his shopping day, where he does his shopping.

"Yo! Charlie."

Pushing open the door, Burlogo greeted the boss behind the counter.

"Long time no see, Bologo, you must have been away for half a month." Charlie recognized Bologo at a glance.

Charlie couldn't even recognize Burlog. This guy's temperament is really wonderful. When Burrog is in the crowd, you can hardly distinguish him from the crowd, but when he is alone, the aura on his body The stern meaning is sharp and sharp, and it hits your eyeballs.

"I've been very busy at work recently, so I have time to take a look." Burrog walked directly towards the shelf, "Is there anything new?"

"It's all over there, you'd better pick fast, I'm closing the shop," Charlie said.

Burrog waved his hand to show that he heard.

Covering his nose and cleaning the dust, Burlogo picked out a few records and saw something strange in the corner.

"What are these, dolls? Do you still accept such things?" Burrog lifted a rabbit doll from the cardboard box. It was supposed to be white, but it had been left in the corner for a long time and was full of dust. The color has also become dull.

"Guess how I got these goods." Charlie didn't answer Burlogo's question directly, but asked rhetorically.

"Someone sells you second-hand goods... I remember that there is a centralized second-hand goods market in Opersli. Apart from these, you should still buy there." Burogo said.

"Almost, but do you know? Bologo, in fact, there are a lot of goods, and they are not considered second-hand goods, but more of dead people's things."

"Dead man's stuff?" Burrog wondered.

"When a person dies, his family doesn't know what to do with his belongings. Some will be kept as souvenirs, and some unimportant things will be sold as second-hand goods. Many goods come from this way. .”

Charlie shrugged and said to Burrog with a strange smile on his face.

"Of course, when you sell goods, you definitely don't say that they are dead people's things, they are just second-hand goods. Why, do you feel scared?"

"No." Burrog shook his head.

Charlie was a little surprised. Many guests would make different evaluations after knowing this, but the common thing is that everyone felt a little uneasy, but Charlie couldn't see any emotional ups and downs from Burlogo's face.

It's right that there are no emotional ups and downs. Charlie doesn't know Burlogo's work, let alone dead people's things. Even if the room is full of corpses, Burlogo won't even blink his eyes. They will carefully inspect the corpse to see if there is any living person, and then make up the knife.

"Sold junk? A man's stuff sold off, sounds like he's dead again," Borrog said in a low voice.

"There's no way around this," Charlie said helplessly. "Some people need money, and some people need to escape grief. Anyway, everyone makes different choices."

"There are people who will leave these things, and keep everything as it never left," Burlogo said.

"Who knows? If there is such a person, I probably don't know him either. After all, I am a second-hand dealer."

Charlie laughed as he said that, he stretched out his hand to take the goods selected by Burlogo, and then said.

"But such a person should also be caught in a vortex of grief, unable to extricate himself."

Burrog thought for a while, but said nothing.

(End of this chapter)