Endless Debt.

Chapter 16 The Room of Unlimited Reclamation

Different from the artistic design style of the interior, the door leading to the outside is very simple, so simple that it is difficult to connect it with the Order Bureau. Walking out of the building, the gloomy world comes into view.

Pedestrians on the street are in a hurry, cars pass by slowly, with heavy exhaust, everything is gray, like wearing blurry glasses.

Walking out of the Bureau of Order, Bologo came to the noisy street. It felt quite strange. It only took a few steps for him to go from the mysterious supernatural institution to the crowded street.

The world and the mystery are close to each other, and the two are entangled with each other, making it difficult to separate each other.

After walking a little further, Bologo suppressed his emotions... It seems that he doesn't need to suppress anything anymore. He has seen enough strange things today, and his mood can be said to be a little numb.

Looking back, he wanted to see the mysterious building where the Bureau of Order was located.

Burrog froze in place.

"That's right, this is the Bureau of Order. When I first met, my expression was similar to yours." Jeffrey said standing beside Burlogo.

A skyscraper rose from the ground, erected in front of the eyes, casting a shadow that completely covered Burogo.

It looks like a delicate geometry as a whole. There are no windows on the surface of the building, not even a "channel" connecting the interior with the exterior. It seems to be a giant made of concrete. The rough gray walls and the fog are integrated together. , the top is not in the thick haze of Opals, like a stone pillar supporting the sea of ​​clouds.

Burrog was a little out of breath.

No words, no sound, there is only the chill and depression brought by the huge giant, and the strange sense of surprise under common sense, as if this is not a man-made building, but a tombstone erected by the gods in the age of mythology, watching indifferently The vicissitudes, rise and fall of the mortal world.

"In my memory, there is no such building here."

Under the strong visual impact, Burlogo's voice lost all emotion.

"It's just a simple cognitive distortion. This is one of the many abilities of the 'Reclamation Room'." Jeffrey felt full of pride. "Only those who hold the 'Passport' can observe its existence."

Bologo looked at the majestic giant, and with his hands in his pockets, he gently kneaded the badge of "Rupert's Tail". This should be Bologo's "passport".

"The reclamation room?"

"Yes, that's its name."

Jeffrey looked at this fortress-like building and said slowly.

"The 'Alchemy Matrix' is a very convenient tool. When it is implanted in a certain area, the area covered by the 'Alchemy Matrix' is called the 'Void Domain', and the building of the Bureau of Order, the 'Reclamation Room' , is a 'virtual domain' that can be continuously expanded.

One of the "secret abilities" of the "reclamation room" is to open up, which can continuously expand the narrow internal space and change the physical space, but it will consume a lot of materials... The reason why you say it is the activity room of your special operations team , has not yet been approved, in fact, the 'reclamation room' is still in development. "

Jeffrey looked at the "reclamation room" thinking that when he saw such a magical creation for the first time, his inner excitement was indescribable, and Burlogo on the side probably did the same. He stared deeply at the "reclamation room" ", you can see that No. 117, Lingna District, is still on the door plate at the gate.

"Cognitive distortions, pioneering...

The "reclamation room" is the cornerstone of the Bureau of Order. Over the long period of time, we have made many enhancements to the "reclamation room", making its "alchemy matrix" more and more complicated. Do you still remember the abnormality during the assessment?That's what the "reclamation room" does, it's another ability "blockade", which extends its own "alchemy matrix", temporarily makes the area you are in a part of the "reclamation room", and then proceeds change. "

The past scenes kept flashing back before his eyes, and Burlogo still remembered the scene where the gray cement completely sealed the building.

"Then 'transfer station' is also 'virtual domain', right?" Burrog recalled seeing those gates towering over the darkness.

Geoffrey nodded, then stepped up the steps and stood on a high place.

"I won't send you off, I wish you success in your mission, Bologo."

Jeffrey said goodbye to Burlogo, who paused for a few seconds and said suddenly.

"Thank you, Jeffrey, for taking care of me all this time, and for taking the trouble to explain it all to me."

This is from the bottom of my heart. Without Jeffrey's help, I, as a debtor, would not have had such a good year. Even worse, I might have returned to the black jail now.

"Huh? It's really disturbing that you suddenly said this!" Jeffrey raised his voice.

"No, I just feel that when it's time to say this kind of thing, you must say it." Burrog thought of Adele. He had prepared a gift, but he couldn't send it anymore.

Geoffrey probably realized what Bologo was thinking, and his expression was a little lonely, and then he laughed again.

"Although it's kind of sad, it's nice to see you grieving for another person," Jeffrey said. "Let's just say, it's not schadenfreude."

"why?"

"Because it makes you look like a human being with emotions, rather than an undead monster."

After finishing speaking, Jeffrey turned around and returned to the Bureau of Order, waving his back to Burrog. Burrog didn't say anything more. There was enough talking, and all that was needed now was action.

With a feeling of shock, Burlogo looked back at the "reclamation room" when he left. This kind of intuitive impact from the giant is much more exciting than what Jeffrey said about employee benefits.

Until he got on the tram home, he could still see the towering stele through the window, just like the mythical Tower of Babel. No matter where Burlogo was in Opals, as long as he raised his head, Always be able to see this giant occupying a corner of the sky.

……

After a long two-hour commute, Burlogo returned home.

Pushing open the door, I saw a dark box on the sofa.

Closing the door, Bologo checked the doors and windows, and there was no sign of being forcibly broken through, as if the black box appeared in the room out of thin air.

Looking carefully at the black box, there are two symbols engraved on its surface, one is a chain and a sword, which is the symbol of the Bureau of Order, and the other symbol is a door. A twisted vortex appears inside the door, leading to nowhere.

"The department in charge of logistics?"

Burrog sat down beside the black box, taking the symbol of the vortex portal to heart.

Recalling the scene when Geoffrey used the "key of winding path" in the morning, Burlogo guessed that the courier might have been delivered here using the "key of winding path".

Trying to open the black box, Burlogo couldn't find a way to open it for a while. The surface of the black box is very smooth without any gaps, and the texture is similar to metal.

Instinctively picked up the "Rupert's Tail" badge, just as Geoffrey cleared the blockade of the hallway, as the badge was taken out, a shimmering texture burst out from the surface of the black box, and then the surface cracked straight Open a gap, open.

"Huh, this thing can be used as a safe."

Burrog was amazed, he gradually realized what Geoffrey said, the expensive equipment of the field staff, even a box is so gaudy.

There are not many things in the black box. The first is a gray-black windbreaker, which looks very plain in appearance, and the color tone is just like the city.

"Standard equipment for field staff, a 'Concealer' windbreaker," Burrog picked up a booklet in the black box, which should be a list of items, and he read directly, "Affixed to it is the 'Alchemy Matrix', 'secret It can' effect is to cover the breath, facilitate the concealment of whereabouts, and reduce the awareness of ordinary people and even sublimation practitioners..."

Bologo's voice froze, and he never thought that this windbreaker was also an alchemy weapon.

Breathing slightly short of breath, he looked at the remaining items in the black box.

Unpacking a package is always exciting, not to mention when that joy overlaps with getting new gear.

According to the list of items, Burlogo continued to look at the items in the black box.

Next is a hook gun, which is very convenient for moving in urban complexes and large cracks, and can easily cross steep terrain.

Then there are the regular medical emergency supplies, but since Burlogo doesn't need them, he didn't pay much attention to them. He simply glanced at them and put them aside.

After the miscellaneous things, Bologo saw the last item in the black box, which was also the only and second alchemy weapon.

A hammer.

Bologo held up the hammer and looked at it carefully. From the outside, it has nothing special. It has a metal claw hammer head and a wooden handle. On the handle, you can see the sign of "sublimation furnace core" .The logo of the poisonous snake and the fruit, such a logo is also in the coat of the "hidden man".

"Is the hammer also standard?"

Bologo was talking to himself, he felt that this hammer must not come standard, no matter what he thought, then he noticed that there was a label that had come off in the corner.

"I know you don't like guns, so I asked them to replace the gun with something else."

This is Jeffrey's handwriting. After getting along for so long, he understands what Bologo needs very well. This should have been decided early in the morning.

Looking at the list of items, sure enough, the last column on the list said a standard pistol, and the effect of the "secret energy" was to strengthen bullets, but these words were crossed out, and another scribbled description was added instead.

"The shock hammer, the 'secret energy' is shock."

A very short sentence fully reflects the author's impatience when writing this passage.

Bologo can already imagine that scene. These standard equipment are mass-produced uniformly. After he passed the assessment, Jeffrey applied for equipment for himself, and those people looked impatient. Next, I replaced the gun with a hammer, and wrote information about the hammer.

"Shock... what kind of shock method?"

Bologo swung the shock hammer, making a strong wind noise. During the swinging process, he could vaguely see the shimmer on the claw hammer head, but other than that, there was no more effect.

Need to hit the target?
Burrog looked at the other wall, then shook his head violently to get the damn thought out of his head.

Rather than experimenting with new weapons at home, it is better to experiment with the blood and flesh of the enemy at work.

He piled things aside, and Borrog turned to pick up the document he got from Lebius, which described the information about "human addiction". Unfortunately, the Bureau of Order didn't know much about it, and the described The intelligence content is not much really useful either.

"Norm Ward."

Burrog looked at the black-and-white photo on the file, which reflected a bald man with hideous tattoos all over his body.

According to Lebius' information, Nomo is a pharmacist wandering in the Great Rift on the surface. In this chaotic place, he makes a living by selling illegal drugs. In secret, he is a "human addict" Several of the off-lines, anesthetized the patient with medicine, and "sublimated" them, and exchanged the philosopher's stone for "addicted people" in exchange for high rewards.

Death, disappearance... This kind of thing is very common in the chaotic gray chasm, so Noam was not noticed much, until the Bureau of Order focused on "Human" and thus focused on him.

Burrog looked at the information on the document repeatedly, almost firmly imprinting every word in his mind.

Loosening the file, getting up and picking up the windbreaker, Burlogo stood in front of the mirror and changed his clothes, everything was the same as usual, wearing a black tie on a white shirt, putting on a leather tactical suspenders, and hanging a few guns in the groove. Jackknife, in the remaining vacancies, Burlogo took out several small throwing knives and inserted them one by one.

Arranging his clothes, with a sense of ceremony, Bologo put on a gray and black windbreaker. The clothes fit well. Under the gray and black silhouette, Bologo was like a standing sword, matching his sickly appearance. Fair complexion, like a ghost returning from the night.

The hook gun and shock hammer were inserted at the waist, and the hem of the clothes reached below the knees, which just blocked them and covered up the sharp edges.

Bologo carefully looked at himself in the mirror. The moment he put on the windbreaker, the "secret energy" attached to it was triggered, and he could see the shimmer of light floating on the cloth. The light was very dim. If he didn't deliberately To pay attention, it is difficult to distinguish its existence.

"What do you always feel bad about?"

Burrog combed his hair. His hair was a little limp. If he didn't take care of it, it would all hang down in a mess and cover his face, like a wild dog soaked in rain.

Comb them to the back of the head vigorously, pick up a hair rope, and tie a small braid behind the head, and Burlogo felt a lot more comfortable.

His eyes drifted away, and he looked at the coat rack beside him. Bologo took off a gray-black top hat from it. It hadn't been worn for a long time, and it was stained with a little dust. Bologo patted hard, shocked After dusting off, put it on your head and stand in front of the mirror again.

"It's better this time."

Burrog looked at himself in the mirror, and he was very satisfied.

He likes this kind of sense of ritual, whether it is to attend an appointment or seek revenge, he must be as decent as possible, and it is best to have some music as a companion, just like a grand performance, dancing cheerfully, when the song reaches its climax At that moment, the sharp point of the knife was thrust into the sinner's throat.

Pushing open the door, there was a gust of cold wind, and Burrog couldn't wait any longer.

(End of this chapter)