Endless Debt.

Chapter 3 Unlucky ghosts and assessment [thanks to the lord of Zhongchi]

The tram drove slowly through the dark buildings and headed for the bright place.

The city of Opals is very modern, full of tall chimneys emitting black smoke, and trams transporting workers, they transport countless people from one urban area to another urban area, just like the blood vessels of the city, Throw blood into factories and make cities roar.

"It feels like I haven't been locked up for long. The city has really changed."

Looking at the scenery passing by, Bologo's thoughts wandered, and he remembered the stories related to this city.

Since the death of King Solomon 66 years ago, the once sacred city was destroyed in the flames of war along with its owner.

After the war, the Rhineland Alliance and the Kogadel Empire negotiated peace on the ruins. They rebuilt the city sandwiched between the great powers and turned it into a neutral city, and it will become a link, linking the two Behemoths linked together.

The oath of no war was made, and the oath city Opus was reborn from the ruins. With the oath made, the "Scorched Earth Wrath" that swept across the mainland came to an end.

"Hold on to the armrest, please."

In the swaying carriage, an emotionless female voice sounded from the radio. Burrog grabbed the handrail, and then the entire carriage tilted up, climbing at a huge angle.

Burrog cast his eyes out of the car window, and as the car climbed, he saw the scar across the ground.

A bottomless huge crack.

There are different opinions about the origin of the rift. Some people say that it was caused by the war 66 years ago. Some people retort that even now, there is no weapon that can destroy such a terrain. Some people say that the rift has been here since ancient times. However, some people read the information and said that in the era of King Solomon, this place was still a plain...

No one can explain what is going on here, the big rift just exists in reality, answering all questions indifferently.

"Is that the Great Rift?"

There was a sound of exclamation, and a person lay on the window, looking in the direction of the big crack.

"Yeah, I heard from my friends that workers are still being recruited there... I'm going to apply for a job, but the working environment seems to be pretty bad."

The passengers on the side were talking, they were dusty and dressed like foreigners.

"It's not just bad, it's said that when working there, you have to wear protective clothing and a gas mask at all times." Another person joined the discussion and said worriedly.

He's right, the Rift is a terrible place.

"It's so bright."

Burrog looked at the Great Rift, muttering to himself.

There is light shining in the big crack, and even after such a distance, the light is still clear.

The fierce and sharp silhouette can be seen through the light. It is the cable car and platform built along the Great Rift. After the war, people discovered a large amount of metal ore from the Great Rift. Since then, the Great Rift has also become a part of the factory. mining and digging.

Afterwards, people conducted several surveys, but they did not find the bottom of the big fissure, as if the big fissure connected to the abyss without end.

After the survey failed, the factory began to use the large fissure as a trash can, dumping all kinds of industrial waste into it. Over time, a poisonous gray mist filled the large fissure.

Many poor people live next to the Great Fissure. Because of the gray fog, the house prices here are extremely cheap. If Adele hadn't taken in, Burlogo had planned to live there from the very beginning.

"However, if you work in the Great Rift, the salary seems to be quite high."

Someone said, looking at the big rift, also brought longing.

Bologo looked away, everyone had all kinds of troubles, these strangers were thinking about how to make money, and he was thinking about the next thing.

Want to escape?Escape the city?

Such an idea arose in Bologo's mind, and after a short thought, he temporarily shelved the idea.

During this one-year internship, Bologo was no different from a free man, and "those people" only sent Jeffrey to contact him. Other than that, Bologo's life was no different from ordinary people .

But the more this is the case, the more subtle fear Bologo feels, just like facing a deep sea, you can only see the tranquility on the sea surface, but you don't know what is hidden under the sea surface.

As a debtor myself, no supervision, no regular reporting, nothing.

Burrogo didn't think the other party was careless, they had absolute confidence, confident that they were in control... After all, they were so mysterious.

He still knows too little about the unknowns of this world.

Maybe Bologo stepped out of the door and was shot to death with random guns on the back foot. Although there is a "gift", Bologo is not so easy to die, but the bullet still hurts.

Thinking of this, the tram stopped, and Burlogo had arrived.

Shenbei District, a newly built urban area, is famous in Opals for its cheap housing prices, many foreigners, and the commuting time of the city center is more than two hours.

Walking on the empty street, the cold wind blows, rolling dust and torn newspapers, passing through the street like ghosts.

When he came to the bright iron gate, Bologo knocked hard on the rusty iron gate, soon after footsteps sounded, the small window behind the iron gate was opened, and a white-haired old man appeared in front of you.

"Yo, Bolog, just off work?" said the old man to Burlog, "Still the same?"

Burrog nodded, took out six Wenger coins from his pocket, and handed them to the old man through the iron bars.

After a while, the old man handed over a piece of bread and a can of beer from behind the iron fence. Burrog put it in his pocket and was about to leave when he noticed something.

"Is the law and order not very good recently?" Burlogo asked.

"Fortunately, it's just a matter of preparing more. It's inevitable that we will encounter some troubles when we open so late."

The old man laughed, and put back the handle of the gun protruding from the small window.

Burrog raised his eyebrows and waved his hand, "Remember to tell me if you have something to do, good night."

"Good night, Bologo."

The old man also responded with a smile, and then closed the small window.

Returning to the apartment where I lived, I pushed open the door on the first floor, glanced at the drowsy building manager, and walked up the dirty stairs, endless noise pierced into my ears.

Those are the neighbors of Burlogo, an old man who is somewhat deaf, who likes to turn up the volume of the TV every day, and the other is a couple who are not emotionally compatible. Every once in a while, they will quarrel. That is all night, and Borrog lives unluckily in between.

To be honest, it felt quite strange. The neighbors ran around for daily necessities, and I wandered around hunting demons, but in the end they all returned to a building and fell asleep peacefully.

It's like people from two worlds, but wonderfully coexist in one world.

Ignoring the endless noise, Burrog stopped in front of a dilapidated door, turned the handle, and returned to his familiar hut.

……

After a day's work, Jeffrey dragged his exhausted body back home, because he lent his coat to Burrog, and the cold wind along the way made his cheeks slightly hot, and he wondered if he might have caught a cold.

The whole person was paralyzed on the sofa, just about to enjoy this short period of peace, when the phone rang in a hurry, Jeffrey looked in the direction of the phone ringing, with a little gloom in his eyes.

Picking up the phone, a familiar voice rang.

"What do you think of this Borogo Lazarus?" The other party asked directly without being polite.

In the dim room, Jeffrey lowered his head, held the phone in his hand, hesitated for a few seconds, and replied, "It's not bad, at least I think he's a good guy."

"Good guy?"

The voice on the other end of the phone froze.

"Well, a good man," Jeffrey untied his tie on his chest with one hand, and this thing made him a little out of breath, "a kind of...a good man who is a bit out of everyone's cognition, beyond common sense, and not very good."

A vague picture of Borogo Lazarus appeared in his mind.

"You think he's a nice guy? Look at what he's done."

Jeffrey was not surprised by the other party's reaction, Bologo was indeed a wonderful guy.

Like some kind of precious species, when you meet him, you start to doubt the reality of this world.

With a wry smile, he picked up the cut newspapers on the table. In each fragment, various horrifying news were reported.

"In January of this year, a serial killer code-named 'Werewolf' appeared near the Great Rift. Mr. Borogo Lazarus found him and hanged him on the cable car of the Great Rift. The cable car moved up early in the morning, There was still a dangling corpse hanging below, and hundreds of people witnessed it..."

A voice rang through the phone.

"The other party is a demon, and you know that the demon is no longer a human being, so there is no need to be so kind... I think Bologo thinks the same way." Jeffrey tried to defend Bologo.

"In May, on the tram leading to the outskirts of the city, he slaughtered several carriages with a knife. When the tram arrived, the carriages opened, blood flowed into rivers, and the corpses were piled up on the ground... There are still some citizens who witnessed this scene , is still receiving psychological treatment in the hospital."

"That tram was full of gathered demons. I admit that his methods may have been extreme, but he did prevent a gathering of demons. No matter what they were plotting, they turned into corpses all over the place anyway."

Jeffrey covered his head, and had to say that Burlogo's resume was really amazing.

"What about this? This...he did a good job, the demon code-named 'Venom', we tracked it for a long time, but he solved it by mistake."

The voice on the phone became complicated. According to what Burlogo said afterwards, he was wandering that day and happened to notice the traces of the demon, so he took it as overtime and took care of the "fangs" along the way.

"Then what's next? A revenge? He single-handedly dismantled several small gangs, and even used lynching to kill several bribed magistrates. He slaughtered all the way, and then there is today's priest."

"This just shows that he has justice in his heart! Everyone's wrath!"

Jeffrey started talking nonsense.

The other end of the receiver fell silent, and after a while, the other party asked.

"Why do you defend him like this?"

Jeffrey didn't answer right away, squinting his eyes, recalling his work with Burlogo over the past year.

"How should I put it? Yas, I just think...Bologo is really good. Although this guy has all kinds of problems, he is indeed an expert in dealing with these things."

On the other end of the phone, Yas listened quietly without interrupting Jeffrey.

"Sometimes, I think Burlogo might be a bit self-defeating."

"Abandon yourself?"

"Well, he's a bit too unlucky. I've talked to him many times. He can't remember why he signed a contract with the devil. In short, he became a debtor inexplicably, and then what bad things happened? I didn’t have time to do it, so I was locked up.”

Geoffrey asked Bologo many times, but he couldn't remember everything related to the devil. It was a blank memory. In his own words, he knew that he had had a fight with the devil. As for the transaction, as for the specific content of the transaction, he can't remember clearly, as if his memory was deliberately erased.

"After he was released from prison, he was taken in by kind people...Bologo was talking to me about preparing some gifts for Mrs. Dauvilan, but she died like this."

Jeffrey muttered to himself.

"This guy is a little too unlucky, yes, too unlucky, he wants to have love for this world, but nothing good happens to him, even if it happens, it will disappear quickly and bring him more Big pain.

But none of this has knocked him down, at least not yet. Although life is cruel, he still maintains his own principles. For a monster, sticking to the bottom line is really an admirable virtue. "

"So you want to help him?" Yas asked.

"Yes, I think he is just missing a chance, a chance to prove himself."

Jeffrey pondered for a while, and continued, "What's more, isn't this the original intention of our selection of debtors? To give these unlucky ghosts a chance to repay their debts."

"The 'gift' carried by the debtor will make them have a powerful and deceitful power, which is completely independent of the 'alchemy matrix' power, and the debtor is different from the devil, he has not completely lost his soul, and can endure the empty heart sense of hunger."

Jeffrey continued to fight for opportunities for Burlogo.

"But the debtor has already been connected with the devil, and they will only get deeper and deeper in debt."

"That's why we need to control them and keep them sane, don't we?" Geoffrey is loving like an old father.

After a short period of calm, Yas's voice was a little helpless, "You are always like this, whether it is you or Lebius."

Jeffrey let out a burst of laughter, "Yas, sometimes you have to learn to compromise."

"Compromise with the evil?" Yas asked back, but he was too lazy to dwell on this issue, "Okay, I understand, then the next assessment..."

"Shall we start?" Jeffrey asked.

"Well, the 'reclamation room' is being covered. After the coverage is complete, we can start the assessment to test whether Bologo has the ability to become a member of us."

Yas thought of something and asked, "Did you mention the assessment to him?"

"No, he doesn't know the existence of the assessment," Jeffrey said, "He only knows that the results will be available on the weekend, but he doesn't know the specific time and in what way."

"I think he'll be taken aback." Yasi smirked.

"It's nothing. After all, dealing with emergencies is also one of the professional qualities we should have. Naturally, it is also part of the assessment."

Speaking of this, Jeffrey clenched his fists, and there were bursts of gleam on his arm, and under the gleam was a dense, circuit-like array.

"Are you going to release the water, Jeffrey?" Yas asked.

"No, but I think he'll pass."

The light on Geoffrey's arm went out, but the response from the other end of the phone was a burst of gloating laughter.

"What's wrong?" Jeffrey asked.

"Actually, I just received a notice that the examiner of the assessment has changed, and you and I will no longer be in charge."

"Who is that?" Geoffrey didn't understand, since he was in charge of Bologo all along, logically speaking, he should also conduct the final assessment.

"Lebius."

Yas said.

"Lebius wants to personally examine Bologo."

(End of this chapter)