Endless Debt.

Chapter 201 Birthday Cake
"Just for such a reason...do you think this is ridiculous?"

Amy looked at Burlogo's reaction. This was the first time she had expressed her thoughts to others. More importantly, Amy had not been in contact with more humans for so long.

"It's nothing ridiculous. This kind of thing can be regarded as the ultimate problem of human beings."

Burrog shook his head with a smile. He approved of Amy's idea of ​​self-awareness, and continued.

"Who am I? Where do I come from? Where do I go?"

"I've read such words in books, and I don't quite understand them." Aimiao's understanding of books is still a little superficial, and he doesn't understand the deeper meaning.

"Actually, I don't understand it very well. Some people say that this is the past, present, and future, and some people say that this is the summary of human life." Burogo explained.

"Recognize who you really are, what you live for, and what you die for... At least you now know who you are, congratulations, Amy."

Burrog stared at Amy in front of him. She stood among the piled up broken corpses, and she was like a bright color in the cold gray.

"I'm... Amy."

Amyu whispered, just like self-hypnosis, the more someone affirms her, the more real she is.

"What about the rest?" Amy turned to look at Burlogo excitedly. This was the first time she was recognized by someone in a long time, which made her extremely happy.

"The rest? Where do you mean from? Where are you going?"

When talking about this, Bologo also fell silent. It is usually difficult to have a clear answer to such philosophical questions.

Bologo knows who he is, he is the evil spirit of chasing darkness, to punish those villains who violate the iron law of justice, but it involves himself, which is a real mystery.

He still doesn't know why he came to this world, and this is also the biggest secret of Burlogo. As for where to go?

"I don't know, very few people can understand this. More often than not, everyone lives in the moment and leaves these troubles to those philosophers to deal with." Burogo said, but soon he added .

"However, I am undead. If there are no accidents, my fate will have no end."

"That is to say, don't you have 'where are you going'?" Amyu asked.

"Probably like this, like a road movie, I am driving on an endless road, where I stop, that is my end point."

"Road movie?"

"A type of movie... haven't you seen the movie?"

"No, except for regular checkups in frontier sanatoriums, I have almost never been in the city." Aimiao spread his hands and showed himself, "I'm too special to be noticed by others."

This is true, every time Aimiao goes out, she will dress herself up tightly, trying to avoid others from observing her directly.

"Well...then your life is really full of regrets." Burrog felt sad for Amy who hadn't seen the movie.

"Is the movie that good?" Amy was tempted by Burlogo.

"This stuff can extend the lifespan of humans."

When talking about movies, Bologo became serious. Apart from chopping villains, these are few hobbies of Burlogo.

"Extend lifespan?" Amyu's eyes lit up when she heard the extension of lifespan, but she soon calmed down, "How is it possible? Human lifespan is doomed, even if it can be extended, there are only some extremely expensive alchemy potions to do it.”

Ai Miao is very concerned about life and death, and she has learned a lot about it, but it is a pity that she is an alchemy puppet, and those medicines are useless to her.

"Extended life in another sense."

Burrogo explained, but after a few words, he was choked by the smoke in the room and coughed again and again.

"Let's talk in a different place... I don't think it's a big deal. Don't you think standing here is like standing in a mortuary? A morgue for alchemy dolls." Bologo used a wonderful metaphor.

Hearing what Bologo said, Aimiao became aware of it, and the halo in her eyes shrunk. Her fear of this place was not only that it was full of death, but also full of "corpses". If one day Aimu is also damaged, and she will probably be one of them.

The two came to the dining table, TEDA was not at home, and the two of them had nothing to be restrained. They sat on the chairs across the table and chatted.

Bologo likes this place quite a lot. It has a larger space and is not so oppressive.

In fact, the entire alchemy workshop gave Bologo the same feeling as the "reclamation room", or in other words, these imaginary domains all looked like this.

Closed, absolutely closed.

There are no windows here, and there are sealed walls everywhere, and many places are relatively small, with constant disturbing humming.

If it were an ordinary person living here, most of them would suffer from some mental illnesses. Fortunately, Bologo is not that fragile. He is a very adaptable person, and he is used to working under depression.

"Rather than prolonging the scale of life, it is better to say that it makes the limited life more meaningful." Burogo tried to explain his thoughts to Amy.

"It's like an ordinary farmer who has been trapped in a mountain farm all his life. He has been busy and spent a mediocre life. He has never left this land in his whole life, but what if there is a movie?"

The more Burlogo talked, the more excited he became. It feels very good to share what he likes with others.

"Through the movie, the farmer saw a story that he could not touch in his life, another life, a bigger world..."

"It's like an illusory experience. Through this medium, we can feel what we can't feel, and become what we can't be." Aimiao half understood.

"Probably, and what's even better is that when you immerse yourself in the story, you can forget the hustle and bustle of reality, and enjoy a moment of peace in that fictional world."

Burrog's tone eased, "You may not be able to obtain some experiences, but through these media, you can vaguely touch its texture, which can be regarded as a kind of inner comfort."

"Sounds so good."

"It's very good." Burlog once again affirmed.

"Well, it's great." Amy nodded in agreement.

The topic ended, and the two fell silent at the same time, not knowing what to continue talking about.

"Will you be here all the time today?" Amy first broke the silence.

"Well, being on duty here can be regarded as finding a place to hide. I don't want to join the drinking party of the psychopaths." Burogo joked.

Although those guys from the Undead Club were crazy, they never forced Bologo to do anything. Their biggest influence on Bologo was to make something next to him when he was sitting in front of the bar in a serious manner. Fancy movements, trying to make fun of myself.

These boring guys often make some boring bets because of some boring things. In addition to betting which door they will walk out of, they also bet on how they will make themselves laugh.

Weier can perform backflips, and Cerley is pole dancing...Bologo wants to maintain his serious and indifferent image, but it's really uncomfortable to hold back a smile every time.

"The teacher usually comes back the next afternoon," Amyu said, "this has been the case for the previous pledge festivals."

"Huh?" Burrog thought of something, and he asked, "Amy, when did you become conscious?"

"You mean my birthday?"

"Birthday?"

"It's the date of birth? According to you humans, when I am born with consciousness, it is also considered a birth?"

Burrog nodded affirmatively, Amyu is an alchemy puppet, but she is influenced by human beings, and even her behaviors and thoughts are like human beings.

"Probably two years ago? Two years ago I had self-awareness, and I spent two vow festivals. After today, it will be the third year." Aimiao said after calculating.

"In other words, you are barely... three years old?"

Bologo felt that it was weird for him to say it. Calculated by humans, he was only a baby at the age of three... But Aimu is an alchemy puppet, and common sense is useless to her.

"Hmm." Amy nodded.

"Alright alright."

Boluoge got up while talking, and said to Aimu before leaving, "I'm in the stronghold hut, you can call me if you need anything."

After TEDA left, he was the only reliable person in the alchemy workshop, and he had to deal with any accidents by himself.

But hearing what Amyu said, she stayed here alone every year, and Burlogo felt that there should be nothing wrong.

Back in the stronghold hut, sitting on a chair, Bologo wanted to do something to keep himself busy, but he had been busy for too long, and many things had already been dealt with by him. After much deliberation, Bologo also Not sure what to do.

He leaned back against the chair, squinted his eyes, and was attracted by a hazy color block.

It was a poster pasted on the wall. The content of the picture was a detective in a brown trench coat and a hound following him.

This is a movie poster, posted by Palmer, Palmer mentioned this movie to himself, he tried to describe the plot for himself, but after a few words, this guy laughed maniacally... at least Judging by his reaction, the movie was pretty good.

Bologo wanted to go to see it, but he never had time due to work and other reasons.

"A rest day..."

Staring at the poster, Burrog muttered softly.

……

The alchemy workshop is completely enclosed, there are no windows to peek at the outside world, and the Great Rift is surrounded by thick fog, so the change of day and night is not obvious. It is impossible to judge the passage of time by this.

For this reason, everyone in the Great Rift is accustomed to wearing a watch, and in this area where the flow of time is not obvious, they can perceive the passing of time.

Bologo put down the "Gold Discourse" and looked at the time. It was almost evening. He spent the whole day reading. The long reading made his eyes feel sore, but for all kinds of alchemy, He also had a deeper understanding.

If it weren't for the fact that Bai Li was really hard to deal with, Burrog would even want to apply to study at the sublimation furnace core for a while.

Many people can only master one technology in their entire life, but Bologo is undead and has a long lifespan. He has plenty of time to improve these technologies one by one.

As long as you don't become like Threi, this boring undead has spent a long time learning some boring things, such as the pole dancing that he is proud of recently.

Leaning on the back of the chair, Burrog raised his head, thinking about the knowledge he read in the book.

In this world, the source of all the extraordinary, the mysterious "secret source" seems to have existed with this world from the very beginning, and those treacherous devils seemed to appear at the same time.

The author tried to find the starting point of the story, but obviously, he failed. In fact, the search for the "secret source" by the alchemists itself is the tracing of the origin of the "secret source". No one has ever actually touched it.

Thinking of this, Burlogo thought of that mysterious existence again.

King Solomon.

Not only in the books, but also in the mouths of Bailey and Teda, Bologo often heard them mention that King Solomon is the greatest alchemist in modern times, and the existence closest to the "Secret Source".

The closest Bologo got to this mysterious existence was the battle that changed his own destiny, the Fall of the Holy City.

Burlogo is still investigating that battle. After becoming a member of the Bureau of Order, he also secretly investigated a lot of information. What Burlogo did not expect was that there were similar conspiracy theories in the Bureau of Order. .

No, it cannot be said to be a conspiracy theory, but all kinds of abnormal and delusional speculation.

In addition to the rumors of "a ray of light", Bologo also learned that some people suspect that King Solomon may really be the closest alchemist to the "Secret Source". He is not only close to the "Secret Source", but even completely touched the source".

Bologo is not an alchemist. For these obscure knowledge, he has only read the popular science of "Gold Discourse". In fact, they all felt the threat of King Solomon and chose to join forces to destroy him.

King Solomon touched the "secret source" and obtained the "truth" that made countless alchemists fanatical. He surpassed everyone, and everyone wanted to destroy him first.

Everything is related, and the invisible big net circle bans everyone.

The current disputes that plague Bologo all originated from the secret war seven years ago, and the secret war seven years ago was a continuation of the fall of the Holy City...

So what kind of war is the continuation of Fall of the Holy City?

Continuing from the age that was buried, forgotten, where nothing had yet begun?

Bologo felt a slight chill crawling over his body. He thought that by joining the Bureau of Order, he could fully understand this weird world, but in fact, the world was not much clearer in Bologo's eyes, but became more Mysterious.

The more you know, the more painful it is.

Burrowgo reads such words in the Golden Treatise, which the alchemists call "the pain of sobriety" and the "curse of knowledge."

Now Burrog could more or less understand what it meant.

Stretching his stiff body vigorously, Bologo felt that these things were not so bad. There were still unsolved mysteries in the world. For him, it was a good thing.

In this way, as an undead person, he can continue to have an unquenchable curiosity in the long years to come.

People need curiosity to live, or... a goal.

Curiosity is youthful, and when a man loses all curiosity, he becomes a living, decaying corpse.

For example, everyone in the Undead Club, they no longer have any interest in this world, and what they do is just to fill up their empty hearts a little bit.

They are very happy every day, but in Bologo's view, there is such a forced smile, which makes people feel sad.

Walking out of the stronghold hut, it was evening, and Burrog was going to the kitchen to get some food.

One of the best things about living here, Palmer used to say, was that Teda generously shared his refrigerator and kitchen.

The kitchen was tinkling and busy. It should be Amy who is busy. She doesn't need to eat, and Teda is not at home tonight. Burlogo thinks she might be cooking dinner for herself?

There's been a strange rapport between Burlogo and Amy lately... or a deal, where Amy would knock on the door with a big plate of food, and Burlog would chat with her while eating what she made. chat.

The content of the chat ranges from philosophical thinking to various knowledge of Opals. Sometimes Burlogo feels that he has become a bridge connecting Amy and the human world.

For this reason, she no longer draws knowledge from cold words, but is told to her by a living human being, Bologo.

Walking into the kitchen, Burlogo was a little surprised by the sight.

Wearing an apron, Aimiao buried her head in creaming a piece of cake base. While doing it, she also flipped through books and followed the steps above.

But obviously, this is not the first time for Aimiao to do this. Her movements are very skilled, but she just needs a tutorial to confirm. Smooth it out and sprinkle with some chocolate chips.

She hummed a song while making the cake, and was completely immersed in it. She didn't notice Burlog's arrival at all, and Burrog didn't make a sound, but leaned against the door and observed quietly.

It was supposed to be a birthday cake, a birthday cake celebrating Amy's own birthday.

Burrog guessed it was her... third birthday?There were three candles by the table, which was a good guess.

In other words, today is Amy's birthday?It was on the day of the oath festival three years ago that she gave birth to her own consciousness, and she saw the world clearly from this hazy consciousness.

After a while, Amy finished her birthday cake. The cake was small and exquisite. The halos in her eyes flashed back and forth between circles and stars, and she walked around the table several times to observe her work in all directions.

Picking up the three candles on the table, just as Amy carefully inserted them on the cake, she finally noticed the Burlog standing behind the door.

Burrog looked at Aimiao expressionlessly, and Aimiao froze for a moment. She pretended to be calm, but the halo in her eyes trembled, bent, and shrunk into ovals in an instant.

"You... how long have you been here?"

Relying on his vocal cords that still need to be optimized, Aimiao's voice is calm and indifferent.

"Since you started putting on cream."

"Why are you... silent? It's like peeping, right?"

"Huh? Forget it? It's just to watch you make cakes. Besides, you are quite devoted. If I talk, I will definitely disturb you."

Facing Burlog's answer, Aimu lowered his head. When the atmosphere fell into dead silence, Burrog picked up the ether flow goggles hanging around his neck. In his eyes, Amy's body brightened up, and the ether was soaring and rampant. .

"Actually...you can release it for a while." Burrog took off the eyepiece, still expressionless.

After a few seconds of silence, Amy wailed.

"Ahhhh!"

……

Bologo can understand this kind of shame. When the behavior is very different from the usual self, in order to maintain the image of oneself in the eyes of others, individuals usually do not want this hidden side to be seen by others. .

Solving this dilemma is also very simple, as long as you do what you look like.

Bologo thinks that he is a consistent person. He feels that what he does will be in line with his own style no matter when and where. He doesn't need to care about these at all.

Another example is Threi. At first glance, he looks like an elegant ancient nobleman, but in the next second he will hold a pole and dance, or wear clothes that are slit to the navel, and adjust for you behind the bar. liquor.

You feel that Threi's image has collapsed, but from Thresher's point of view, his own image is like this, Threi has never collapsed, it's just that you don't know enough about Threi.

"What are you thinking?"

The voice came from the front, and there was a table between Amy and Burlogo, and there was a birthday cake on the table.

Since Amyu wailed, the two sat down facing each other, and the atmosphere was as oppressive as a negotiating table.

"Interesting, are you celebrating your own birthday?" Burlogo said.

"Big...probably..."

Amy felt so ashamed to be found out that she didn't even dare to look directly at Burlog, even though Burlog didn't care.

"Does Taida know?"

Burlog asked curiously. As he got to know Amy, Burlog felt that Amy was more and more like a real human being.

"The teacher doesn't know," Aimiao shook his head, "He will leave every year on the vow festival."

"So this is your secret?"

Burrog realized this, this is a secret that only belongs to Amy, and no one knows, but she seems to have forgotten that there is a new tenant here.

"Ah."

Amy nodded.

"But you don't have the ability to eat, and you don't have a sense of taste... Is this just a ritual for you?"

Speaking of this, as if empathizing with Amy, Burrog felt a little sad. This ignorant life tried its best to imitate all kinds of human beings, even birthdays.

If Aimu knew the meaning of birthday, what was she thinking about when she celebrated her birthday alone?

He made a birthday cake carefully, but he couldn't taste it. Burlogo hated this feeling of powerlessness and sadness, but at this moment, Amyu said.

"Would you like to try it?"

She looked at herself curiously, and pushed the birthday cake towards herself.

　I'm too lazy to divide the chapters, I've got two in one, and I just ordered 3000 of them, so take this water and one water to order the number.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)