Endless Debt.

Chapter 268 Second Hospitalization
Opening his eyes, the gray ceiling came into his eyes, and the slightly chilly breeze blew by. Bologo saw a pure white angel descending from the sky and stretching out his hand towards him.

This is... to the kingdom of heaven?
Bologo was confused for a few seconds, and soon he realized one thing. With what he did, even if he didn't go to hell, he couldn't compete with the so-called heaven, right?
With sufficient self-knowledge, Burrog managed to open his eyes and see the curtains dancing with the wind.

Sure enough, I should usually wear glasses or something.

I didn't die, and I didn't go to any heaven, but I slept for too long, my brain was lumped together, and my consciousness became sluggish.

There was an unrelenting sense of exhaustion all over his body, and Bologo tried to raise his hand and rub his eyes, and then a pain came from his arm, and he couldn't move because of the pain.

At such a time, he should just rest honestly, but he still stubbornly raised his hand, enduring the pain and raised his hand, only to see that there were circles of bandages on his arm and an infusion line inserted.

"It hurts... Amy, what happened?"

Burrog asked. He was used to asking about Amy's status. When he was in a coma, Amy could still stay awake, which was very beneficial to Burrog.

After realizing that Amyu was not there, Burlogo felt a little uncomfortable. He instinctively acquiesced that Amyu would always be in the same state as himself.

Bologo lay on the hospital bed obediently, and began to carefully recall his experience before coma. As an undead person, after waking up from death, Bologo couldn't control himself appearing there, just like a hangover, he Try to remember what happened before you died, and tie the story together.

Soon, Burlogo no longer felt relaxed, and he sat up nervously, looking around in fear.

The ward was empty, and only Bologo was alone. It stands to reason that after the resurrection, he should return to a full state, but this time he still felt very tired, with no energy in his body, and a restless hunger deep in his heart.

Mania is one of the few things that can still affect Borrog after his resurrection.

Suppressing the nausea in his heart, Burrog pushed open the door and looked for something in the corridor.

……

"So I really envy that bastard! After dying like that, he can still come back to life!

Wow, you should have seen him at the time, like he was eaten by a monster, then half digested, and excreted again. "

In the corridor of the Frontier Nursing Home, Palmer was sitting in a wheelchair, chatting with the nurse behind him.

The last time he stayed in the Frontier Nursing Home, Palmer chatted with the nurses. Now that he's here for the second time, Palmer feels like he's at home, with a full sense of belonging.

"I really envy this group of undead..."

Palmer touched the plaster cast on his arm as he spoke, and Burlogo pierced Palmer's arm with a spear. Although it saved his life, it also extended Palmer's vacation in the frontier nursing home for several weeks.

Palmer was a Sublimator, but not an undead. Even with the assistance of alchemy potions, his injuries would take a while to heal.

Injuries have been tough, but on the bright side, Palmer is off.

A rare, somewhat miserable vacation.

"Speaking of..."

Palmer suddenly said mysteriously.

Palmer didn't need to continue to say anything, the nurse nodded with a smile, and then she also pretended to be mysterious and put her hand into her bosom.

Palmer's breathing was slightly rapid, and he looked at the nurse's hand expectantly. Under his excited eyes, the nurse took out two cassettes from his arms.

"Here, remember to keep your voice down, and it will be confiscated if you make noise." The nurse instructed.

"Oh oh oh!"

Palmer took the tape and exclaimed excitedly.

Everything in Frontier Nursing Home is beautiful, except for the lack of entertainment.

Palmer's pleasure this time is to chat with nurses besides sleeping. Although Palmer likes to tell some strange cold jokes, people can't understand what he is talking about, but relying on his excellent body Comedian color, he also managed to win everyone's love.

According to Palmer's evaluation of himself, he has completed the cornerstone of friendship, and the next step is to start the germination of love before them.

Palmer, of course, lamented whenever the buds of love were about to rise.

"It's a pity. It's a pity that I have a fiancée. I need to be faithful to my fiancée, otherwise we might have another story."

Palmer felt like a swinger bound by marriage, but in the eyes of the nurses, this was a poor patient who pestered them every day with strange laughter and some problems in his mind.

"Is this the case with field staff now? Is his mental age really an adult?"

"Shhh, I heard from other doctors that he was not like this. He had an accident on a mission, which caused something wrong with his mind."

"Ah? How pitiful."

After the nurses finished chatting with each other, they also looked at Palmer with the same regretful eyes.

Their care for Palmer comes entirely from the harmonious relationship between doctors and patients, as well as Palmer's noble spirit of dedication to the cause. For this reason, the two groups of people get along on completely different channels, and they still get along very well until now.

Palmer was fiddling with the tape in his hand. He asked the nurse to help him buy it. In this era of underdeveloped communications, what music you can hear depends entirely on what the radio broadcasts and what the shops near your home sell. what.

For this reason, Palmer has a strange habit. Whenever he goes to a strange place, he will go to the shops there to see if there are new gadgets he has never seen before.

Just when Palmer felt that his boring life was about to improve, the sound of hurried footsteps came from the end of the corridor.

I saw a guy with disheveled hair rushing out. He walked barefoot on the cold ground, his figure was a little shaky, so he also took an infusion stand as a crutch.

From anyone's point of view, this is a desolate enough appearance, but those who are familiar with him know that this thing looks like a crutch, but it will become a deadly weapon in his hands every minute.

Palmer froze for a moment, then recognized his partner.

"Live! Live!"

Palmer seemed a little incoherent, and soon Burrog walked up to him.

"Good morning, Palmer."

"Morning... good morning, Bologo."

Palmer's response was dry, and he felt that something was wrong.

"Sorry," Burlogo said, glancing at Palmer's arm in plaster, "I couldn't think of anything else to do."

"No... nothing."

Palmer felt quite uncomfortable, and Burlogo was a little...too polite, he still liked Burlogo's unsmiling appearance in the past, which meant that Burlogo was in normal condition.

A perverted killer goes out on time every day to kill people. After killing people, he still remembers to clean up the scene and bring you dinner back.

But if one day, this perverted killer suddenly talks to you about the meaning of life and whether what you do is meaningful... This is too weird, something is definitely going to happen!

"So...how long has it been since I fell into the Great Rift?"

Burrog sighed. If he hadn't met anyone else along the way, he really didn't want to ask Palmer, an incomprehensible guy.

"It's been almost half a month."

Palmer blinked, "Anyway, I've been here for almost half a month, you were sent in a few days ago, oh, you looked terrible at that time, as if you were excreted by some kind of monster ..."

"It's just me? Did you see Amy?" Burlogo automatically blocked Palmer's nonsense.

Bologo was very worried about one thing. When he fell into the big rift, Aimu and himself were in the same state.

From Jeffrey's point of view, she was the only one who fell down, and Amy was torn apart by herself later. If she didn't pay attention, she might be forgotten there.

The more Burlogo thinks about it, the more nervous he becomes. He has always had a sense of responsibility for Amy. He has drawn Amy into this dispute and used her sympathetic body for his own gain. Therefore, he is responsible for Amy. If Amy Myu died in such a ridiculous way, and Bologo would feel bitter guilt and self-blame...

Burrog hates the emotion of guilt very much. It is like a curse that cannot be lifted. It accompanies you day and night. When you are most vulnerable, it reminds you of what you have done wrong, and you have no ability to recover. Everything is already doomed. .

"Amy?"

Palmer looked at Burlogo for a while, and he suddenly showed an expression of enlightenment, as if he knew what Burlogo was thinking, with a bit of a smirk.

"Relax, partner, don't be so nervous."

Palmer's tone was slow, like an old man basking in the sun.

His sharp eyes fell on Palmer, a chill hit him, Palmer shuddered, and his speech speed started to double, but even in this situation, Palmer still did not forget his damn cold joke.

He loves bad jokes too much.

"Guess a riddle, Bologo. If a person is sick, he should go to the hospital. If the machine is malfunctioning, where should he go?"

Burrog's eyes were still sharp, and he was in no mood to guess riddles.

"Of course it is sent for repair!"

Palmer screamed in horror.

"So she's sublimating the core now?" Burrog asked.

"Bailee is in charge of rebuilding her body, what's up! What's up!"

Halfway through Palmer's explanation, he clearly sensed that the aura emanating from Bologo's body was not right.

"Bailey..."

Burrogo chanted Bailey's name with a complicated expression. He still remembered Amyu's evaluation of Bailey, but now it seemed that besides Bailey, no one else could be entrusted to repair Amyu.

because……

"And what about the delusional... Teda?" Borrog asked again.

Hearing this, Palmer put away his smiling face and said seriously.

"He disappeared, along with his immortal heart."

(End of this chapter)