Endless Debt.

Chapter 273 Ornamental Fish

The transparent columnar container is located in the center of the room, and there are silky light tracks floating in the tumbling liquid, which is the solidified and liquefied ether, which is fully integrated into the ether, creating an ether-enriched environment.

The blue light soaked everyone around, and so did Borrog. He felt like he had walked into an aquarium, and in the central columnar container, there was a delicate ornamental fish stagnant.

Burlog wanted to take a closer look, but he found another glass wall blocking the way, and the light was so complicated that Burlog didn't notice its existence.

"The patient needs to recuperate, just take a look here."

Bailey wasn't joking before, as Amyau's attending physician, the advice she gave was really to rest.

Burrog nodded, then looked at the broken body inside the container.

Using the word ornamental fish to describe Aimu, Burlogo thinks there is no problem. At this moment, Aimu is really like a fish, soaked in the liquid.

Different from the last pitiful appearance in memory, Amyu's body returned to the position of the abdominal cavity under Bailey's emergency repairs. Although it was still in a half-body state, it was much better than before. At least now I can see A blurry figure emerges.

From the section of the torso, Bologo could see the intricate mechanical structure inside, as well as the densely packed cables, the soft rubber shell was no longer there, but the cold metal armor.

The metal spine extends out, and many floating cables are attached to it, and the faint blue light surges and flashes in the gaps in the metal.

Amyu's face lost its previous beauty, and the shell that imitated human skin was no longer replaced by a mask shell that resembled a doll. She is now bare, with metal welding gaps all over her head.

The left eye goes out, and the right eye flickers from time to time to indicate that Aimu is functioning normally.

In Aimiao's mind and the spine on the back, a series of external cables are connected to it, and finally they are bound together and extend to the top of the container.

"Aimu's injury is very bad. Except for the two key parts of the mind projection and the perpetual core, which are not damaged, the damaged parts are basically damaged all over."

Bailey said, "When I got Emu, her head was split...literally 'split'."

Bologo blamed himself a little. If he hadn't brought Aimu to participate in the mission, these things shouldn't have happened.

But if Burlogo let Amyu stay in the alchemy workshop, then Amyu might have disappeared with the alchemy workshop at this moment, and even said...

"Huh, you almost killed my little junior sister. If Aimiao dies too, I don't know if I can still have a little junior sister."

Bailey muttered endlessly, making Burlogo feel at a loss for what to do with his sad mood.

"Little Junior Sister?"

Burrog didn't understand the damn title.

"Alice is Junior Sister, Amy is Junior Junior Sister, and the next one is Junior Junior Sister. Is there any problem?" Bai Li asked back.

Burlogo shouldn't be talking to Bailey.

"Fortunately, the sublimation furnace core has enough technology to repair Aimu. What you see now is the repair and adjustment of the main torso. This is a complicated process, and it takes us a long time to set various parameters. .”

Bailey pointed to an isolated area next to it. Sparks were flying from the small machine tool. The researchers in protective clothing directed the mechanical arms, continuously grinding the metal, and assembling them one by one.

"You can think of Amy as an assembling toy. Now they are recreating her limbs. After the main body is adjusted, they can be installed directly."

Bailey explained these intricate crafts to Burrog.

"Then it's about adding protective coatings and anthropomorphic treatments, oh yes, and growing hair. It's so bald, it's really ugly."

Bai Li thought about it, and described, "It's like a chick with no hair yet, it's too ugly."

"Is she conscious now?" Burrog asked.

"Yes, look at her eyes, there is still light shining inside, which means that Amy is still running stably," Bailey said, "but at present she cannot give any feedback to external stimuli."

"Why?" Burrog didn't understand.

"Using humans as an example, the current Aimu has lost all senses."

Bailey looked at Burrog's body, from pupils to lips, ears to skin.

"Just like a human being, she lost sight, hearing, touch, taste, smell...all the ability to perceive the outside world was blocked, and at the same time, she herself lost all means of communicating with the outside world.

You see, now she is essentially a piece of scrap metal, she can't speak, and she can't make any movements. "

Amyu in the container is like a delicate handicraft, except for the twinkling light in her eyes, she can't respond to the outside world, and this twinkling light just confirms that she is in normal operation.

Contact with the outside world is completely cut off, and Amyu gets no feedback.

"It's like being locked in a dark prison."

Borrog muttered to himself.

Berlogo was very familiar with Bailey's description, he had experienced it before, in that dead and silent prison.

But in that dark prison, Bologo could touch himself, hear his breathing, and be sure of his existence, but Amy couldn't. All she could feel was pure darkness.

"It will take us a while to reload Amy's senses. You can't just wait here forever," Bailey said.

Burrogo understood this, and he looked at Amy in the container again. The innocent and cute look was gone, and now she was bald, with only a torso, and her body curled up slightly, like an ugly caterpillar.

"Well, I'll come back later."

After confirming Amy's status, Burlog said goodbye to Bailey and left.

Bologo's thoughts were in a mess, and he had endless strange thoughts. He left the Bureau of Order and walked on the streets of Linna District.

In his bosom was information about his resurrection from the dead, and the appearance of the caterpillar of Aimu flashed in front of his eyes. Burrog stopped while walking, raised his head, and unknowingly came to the Undead Club.

Bologo directly pushed the door open, and as soon as he entered the door, he could see Seri sitting lazily on the side, with a few wine bottles in front of him, and there was a certain smell of incense in the air, and Wei Er nestled on the bar counter , made himself into a lump, if you don't pay attention, it's really hard to tell Wei'er apart.

"Did you start drinking in broad daylight?" Seeing Serley's drunkenness, Bologo couldn't help but ask.

"No, to be precise, I've been drinking since last night." Selei raised an eyebrow at Bologo, "I just sent those pestering guys away."

"I can smell it, the perfume is too choking."

Bologo nodded. He thought about what had happened. Serai took the women back to the Undead Club at night, and they drank together until now. Not long ago, the women had just left, and Serai was paralyzed to the side, his eyes still a little blurred.

It's quite normal, at least for Seri, this is a part of his daily life. Relying on being an undead, Seri happily swims in the ocean of alcohol.

Burrog looked forward to the day he drowned.

Sitting in front of the bar, Serey also got up and came behind the bar, facing Bologo as a bartender.

"Yo! Burrog!"

Val smelled Burrog's breath, and it woke up, rubbing against Burrog's side, leaving black cat fur on Burrog's body.

The Undead Club is still so enthusiastic, but fortunately, Bologo is used to it.

Serley pushed a glass of orange juice, and Bologo took a sip, feeling that his mental state had improved a lot.

"Are there any vacant rooms here?"

"Have you decided to live here?" Selei's eyes lit up.

"No, just stay for a while."

The place where Burlogo lived was too far away. When Palmer was hospitalized, he didn't ride him by bike at all. In addition to these messy things in his mind, there was also information about resurrection from the dead in his pocket.

All of this made Bologo exhausted, so he decided to take a rest in the club of the undead. It just so happened that these guys would always use some strange ways to amuse themselves, which could be regarded as killing two birds with one stone.

But there are two other reasons that really made Boluogo decide to come here. One is that the Undead Club is very safe. Although these undead are more unreliable than one another, they are all old monsters who have lived for an unknown number of years. They can be detected from the attitude of the Bureau of Order towards them.

And there is...

"Therei, after the Dawn War, are all of you Night Clan dead?"

"No, most of them died, and the rest were imprisoned in the Land of Eternal Night. What's wrong?"

"That is to say, except for you, the other Night Clan should be in the Land of Eternal Night and cannot leave for the rest of their lives, right?"

"Yes."

Serley didn't notice the change in Bologo's expression at all, he even jumped out from behind the bar, grabbed a glass of wine, and was about to clink glasses with Bologo.

"Are you sure, you are the only one out there?"

Bologo looked at Seri coldly, and he was a little scared by Seri.

"What... what's wrong?"

Serley tried hard to recall the relevant things, but unfortunately his brain was almost poisoned by alcohol, and he couldn't think of anything at all.

"Have you heard this name?"

Bologo observed Seri's expression, and then said slowly.

"Olivia Villeris."

puff--

The moment he heard this name, Threi uncontrollably sprayed out all the wine, like a shower, pouring Bologo into a drowned chicken.

Bologo didn't react too much, he was used to all this, silently picked up a tissue and wiped his face, and said slowly.

"It looks like you know her, don't you?"

Threi swallowed, his gaze was erratic. This old monster, who had lived for an unknown amount of time, was trembling in front of Bologo's gaze.

(End of this chapter)