Endless Debt.

Chapter 30 Hilbert's Hotel

Different from the gloomy coldness, after stepping into the wooden door, Lebius felt a sense of warmth from the inside out. When his sight regained clarity, he was already standing in a corridor, behind him was a slowly closed door. wooden door.

The world behind the door is not a sinister hell, but a hotel full of warm sunlight. Lebius walked this familiar road, just as he remembered.

The front desk of the hotel was empty, except for a record player with vinyl records spinning, playing the never-ending singing.

The front desk is directly facing the hotel's main door, which is a double glass door. Lebius can't see the world outside the door, but only the endless, warm sunlight, which comes through the door and spreads evenly. Sprinkle it on your body to dispel the cold.

"Mother! Tell your children not to repeat my mistakes."

In the empty hotel, such singing sounded, the volume of the singing was not loud, but reverberated in the ear with a vague feeling.

Lebius crossed the front desk and headed towards the corridor on the other side. On both sides of the corridor were rows of rooms, and the doors were closed tightly without any gaps.

There are green plants in the corner, and there is a mop standing up. The mop is wet, as if the cleaning staff is nearby and has not gone far.

Everything is warm, even the air feels warm, through the light, even the floating dust can be seen clearly.

Stepping on the red carpet, Lebius moved forward, but the promenade seemed so long, and gradually, an illusion arose in his heart that he could not reach the end.

His physical strength has always been good, even with a cane, but now Lebius feels extremely tired, as if he might collapse at any time.

Along the way, he could still hear those chaotic voices coming from the tightly closed rooms.

The panting of beasts, the chewing of monsters, the whispering of men and women, the loud cursing, the conspiracies being talked about, the planned future...

It seemed that the hotel was full of all kinds of people, and it was too crowded.

Lebius knew how big this hotel was, it could be said to be endless, just like Hilbert's hotel in the mathematical paradox, here there is always room for new guests.

No one knows how many people live here, but there are only house numbers that extend infinitely.

Then... Lebius heard a familiar voice as he passed through a certain room.

"There is no other choice, we can only do this... by whatever means."

The voice of the words was like a vicious curse, and it was passed into the ears.

For a moment, it seemed as if a sharp bone nail had pierced through his body, completely nailing Lebius' joints to death. He froze in place, his pupils froze, and then, as if fleeing from a nightmare, he stubbornly pushed the crutch , dragging his stone-like lower limbs, moving forward forcefully, without stopping.

He didn't dare to listen, let alone look at the door, he just wanted to move forward.

But the man continued to whisper, his voice clearly passed through the door and echoed in his ears, as if he was trapped in this day and in this room forever.

"By all means... by all means..."

The sound struck Lebius's heart, almost crushing it.

Lebius recognized that voice, even if he was burned to ashes by the fire and sprinkled into the deep and cold deep sea, he would never forget that voice.

It was his own voice, the voice of Lebius Lovisa...

Ghostly singing chasing after him.

the man sang.

"My life has been full of misfortune and sin."

For Lebius, this warm and beautiful hotel is a crazy hell.

No...it's hell for everyone, they just don't know it yet.

As if fleeing for his life, he came to the end of the corridor. It was a fork in the road. The branched corridors each extended to an unknown end, and there was a white door between the two. Lebius knew that he would eventually Still here.

Pushing open the door, the light in the room was very dim, and after a brief blur, Lebius could clearly see what the interior looked like.

This is a movie theater. A movie is being shown on a huge curtain. People in the movie are talking to each other. They are preparing guns and ammunition for the final battle.

Rows of seats are placed under the curtain, but there is no audience. When the eyes move to the middle, there are some figures. The person is sitting in the auditorium, and behind him is an old-fashioned projector. The aisle is full of cassettes, they are piled up like a hill.

Levius leaned on crutches, stepped over the scattered cassettes, and glanced at them, with their names written on the shells.

That's not the name of the movie, but the names of people.

Some cassettes have been damaged, and the film film has come out like viscera, shaking slightly like rolling seaweed.

Looking around, it was only then that Lebius realized that this movie theater was bigger than he had imagined, and the darkness around him was almost endless, and the same was true of these stacked shadow boxes, which kept rising and rising into the darkness.

"Yo, Levius, long time no see."

The man noticed Lebius, turned his head, and waved excitedly at him.

The man was wearing a light blue pajamas, and his face was a little blurry. Lebius couldn't see his appearance clearly. When he forced his attention to look, he could only see countless faces flashing on it, and he was never finalized.

It seems that he has a thousand faces and a thousand titles.

The man was smiling and couldn't see his face clearly, but Lebius could sense that the man was smiling at him.

There was no sense of oppression on him, just like an ordinary movie lover, waving at Lebius and enjoying the movie together.

Lebius came to him, sat down, and was about to say something, but the man spoke first.

"Is it about Borogo Lazarus?"

Lebius was a little surprised, but soon he remembered the strength of a man, and these things were not secrets to him at all.

"I'm also very interested in this guy. If you hadn't selected him and released him, I wouldn't have noticed that there is such an interesting guy in your Bureau of Order."

The man waved his hand, the movie playing stopped, and the screen was frozen in the endless wilderness.

"It's so interesting..."

He was obsessed with the mysteries of Burrog.

"I..." Lebius tried to say something, but in the face of such an ordinary man, he only felt a burst of pressure.

"Does it feel uncomfortable? How about this face? You should get used to it?"

The man was keenly aware of this, he was very caring, even friendly, the blurry face soon became clear, it was a familiar face, Jeffrey's face.

With Jeffrey's face on his face, he put his arms around Lebius' shoulders.

"How about this face? You are friends, right, just like you and me."

As he said, it seemed that the man and Lebius had a very close relationship, as close as a good brother, but Lebius didn't think so, the intimacy of a man made him feel sick.

"About his 'gift'... I want to know what's going on, that kind of perfect 'resurrection' is not the price he can pay."

Suppressing the disgust in his heart, Lebius asked.

"This...maybe has something to do with his 'value'," the man hesitated, "'value' in exchange for 'value', an absolutely equal transaction, you should understand this."

"so what?"

"We will not violate this principle, perhaps..."

The man raised his voice and asked with a smile on his face.

"Perhaps, Bologo Lazarus is really capable of paying such a price."

"how can that be."

Lebius's voice rose, he didn't believe this, "I've seen those people in the 'Undead Club', they are in high positions and rich beyond compare, but they still can't get such perfect immortality."

"However, being in a high position and being rich beyond compare is still worthless to us, isn't it?"

The man turned sideways and looked at Lebius. Because he was wearing pajamas, his appearance was very casual, but the lingering sound in his words was enough to shock everyone.

"You don't know the way we judge 'value,' Lebius. No amount of wealth, no amount of power, is worthless if it doesn't impress us."

The man's expression gradually became weird, recalling something in his mind, and even Jeffrey's face became distorted and hideous.

"If this is the case, then this Bolog Lazarus is being favored by one of my brothers, and he is moved, so he loves Bolog Lazarus so much that he is 'worthy' so that he can be bestowed with such a 'gift'."

"Bologo is worth a lot to that devil, isn't it?" said Lebius.

"Probably...or it may be due to some of our own little habits."

The man said again, picked up a cassette and read the name on it.

"Like him, Scott Martin, he's one of my favorite mortals, you know who he is?"

"A famous explorer in history, it is said that he filled the vacancy on the world map and let the world know the whole picture of the world."

Rebius replied that in class, Scott Martin's name was well known to all students.

"Yes, I like to peek into this world and watch your lives without leaving home... It's like a movie scene after scene."

The man fondled the cassette obsessively, peeking at the film film inside through the crack, which was his treasure.

"So I will share your 'sight', what you see, I can see too, and the most exciting and interesting life, the film made by it, is the most 'valuable' to me. "

He put down the cassette, and suddenly approached Lebius, his forehead was almost facing his forehead, and his pupils looked at each other. From it, Lebius saw the vortex that was constantly devouring and turning, as if a man's eyes went straight into the abyss.

"So, do you understand?"

The man slowly opened the distance, and he leaned back on the chair again, looking lazy.

"'Value' is the most important and the only criterion for judging.

But... My brothers, everyone has different hobbies. For example, my other brother is too paranoid about "value", as long as it is "value", he will accept it, no matter how high or low. "

He sneered casually.

"We used to call him the garbage guy, because he collected all kinds of garbage."

The man seemed to have told some very funny joke, he laughed loudly, the laughter gradually became distorted and crazy, and even the whole theater was trembling, the cassettes collided with each other, making a piercing low sound, as if someone was trapped in the The soul in it was crying loudly.

In the midst of the madness, Lebius remained expressionless, he had long been used to the madness of men.

"But there is another possibility, one of many factors, Lebius."

The man stopped laughing and remembered something interesting again. He rubbed his hands together, looking eager to try.

"What?" Levius asked.

"We can't directly interfere in this world, so the debtor is our tentacles, the agents we set up in this world."

There was a strange light in his eyes, and his voice was evil and hoarse.

"The devil who made a deal with Bolog Lazarus... some brother of mine, he may need Bolog Lazarus to do something for him..."

The man's voice gradually dropped, and turned into a muffled and hoarse whisper.

"Yes, that's one of the possibilities, he needs something from Borogo Lazarus, but why him? Why this nobody?

what to do? "

The man rubbed his head in trouble, with more force, until his head began to bleed under the rubbing of his fingertips, and one after another sunken wound appeared, and the blood soaked his face, distorting Jeffrey's face and making it dilapidated.

"why?"

He kept whispering.

"What exactly is Borogo Lazarus needed for?"

The man stopped his movements suddenly, and threw himself at Lebius again. His bloody face was close in front of him, and his expression was exaggerated, like an actor who used too much force.

"Watch out for him, watch out for Borogo Lazarus."

The blood-stained fingers slowly stood up, covering Lebius' lips.

"Watch out for the devil behind him."

The cold and terrified face melted, and turned into that weird smile again. Jeffrey's face disappeared in the smile, and countless faces flashed back on his face.

The man seemed extremely excited, he hadn't been like this for a long time, his silent heart was beating again, and his cold blood was getting warm.

He looked at the curtain and hummed a song. No one knew what this moody monster was planning in his mind.

"Oh, by the way, Lebius, Bologo is going to implant the 'alchemy matrix', isn't it?"

The man suddenly asked with concern.

"Um……"

Lebius responded, his mind was overwhelmed by chaotic information, one bad guess after another rose, and then disappeared again.

"Have you selected the 'alchemy matrix' for him?"

the man asked, bewitching in Lebius' ear.

"Why not give 'it' to Burlog?"

Lebius's breathing stagnated, and he stared at the man. Obviously the man didn't say anything, but the appearance of that thing appeared in his mind for a moment.

"Hey hey, that thing that broke you seven years ago," the man continued to let out that weird laugh, as if there were thousands of baby birds screaming in his throat, "let Burrog implant' It's."

"Don't you have nothing to do with 'it' all the time? You keep guarding the treasure house, but you don't have the key to open 'it'. Instead of being abandoned and forgotten like this, it's better to leave it to Bologo.

He couldn't die anyway. "

The ghostly words lingered in his ears, Lebius looked at the man with clear eyes, and asked indifferently.

"What on earth are you trying to do? Tell me to be careful while letting him implant that kind of thing."

What is the purpose of a man?Lebius couldn't figure it out, and no one could figure it out. He was like the embodiment of a mystery. After one layer of veil was lifted, there was just another layer of veil to cover up the truth.

"Me? I'm just an ordinary movie lover. After all, the current 'movies' are too boring, too boring! Too boring!"

The leisurely words were replaced by anger, he was like a child who couldn't get a toy, his voice shocked everything, but the man softened again in the next second, and his mood changed rapidly.

"So do you believe what I say? Lebius, that's really comforting to me."

The palm rested on Lebius' shoulder, and then clung to the back of his neck, and Lebius felt a metallic coldness.

"Whether it's true or not, you told me this information... what a 'price' I have to pay."

Lebius ignored the man's words. He knew exactly what he was facing. The man might have told the truth, but the truth was destined to lead him astray.

Thousands of faces are reflected in the bloodshot pupils.

"Price? No price required!"

The man looked devastated, not understanding why Lebius thought he was asking for a price.

Holding Lebius' face in blood-stained hands, his tone was sincere and hypocritical.

"Our relationship is so close that it doesn't cost anything, if anything..."

The man leaned closer to Lebius and whispered in his ear.

"Lebius Lovisa, I need you to live, I need you to live a wonderful life."

The hoarse and piercing laughter echoed, cutting Lebius' eardrums repeatedly. He said nothing, leaned on crutches, stood up with difficulty, turned and left the theater without saying goodbye.

The man kept waving at his back, full of enthusiasm, until Lebius left the theater, he slowly stopped, and then looked at the curtain expressionlessly.

The theater fell silent again.

Stretching out his hand, he picked up an unnamed cassette from the darkness. The man rubbed the surface vigorously, muttering.

"Be patient, be patient, calm down."

He was talking to himself, looking devastated.

"Not yet, not yet..."

The man persuaded himself like this, but his body still trembled uncontrollably, because of excitement, greed, desire, and all emotions that shouldn't exist.

"A little bit, just a little bit."

He widened his eyes, looked at the curtain, raised his hand and snapped his fingers, the frozen picture began to flow, then flickered, and after a few seconds, the projected movie changed.

This seems to be a No. 1 movie. Because of the staggering steps, the camera shakes very erratically, the surroundings are quiet, and there are only slight breathing sounds...but the characters cannot be seen.

The black and white picture was a bit blurry, until the character walked into a certain place, he leaned against the corner, as if he had lost all his strength, and sat down slowly, and then a crutch appeared in the camera, it fell down to the other side.

The character looks to the crutch, then sees the reflected face on the metal surface, his own face.

The face of Levius Lovisa.

He let out a burst of joyful and distorted laughter, opened his mouth to praise loudly, his pale teeth were stained with blood, and a chaotic and poisonous breath erupted from the depths of his throat, even the human form began to squirm and change, as if something Things are going to break out.

Under this body, the most hateful and evil original sins in the world are condensed. They are deeply buried, fermented, and breed long-term pain and disaster.

Evil voices echoed in the theater, wandering in the darkness, those silent cassettes trembled one after another, as if something was struggling in them, they tried to escape from the cassettes, but were bound in them almost forever , powerless to resist.

Beyond the darkness, there is a hotel filled with daylight. In the peaceful afternoon atmosphere, the desolate singing seems to never stop, mourning the sadness and sorrow.

"In the shadow of Opals, there is a house."

"They called it 'The House of the Rising Sun.'"

"That's where a lot of poor boys go to ruin."

"God, I'm one of them..."

　The song in this article is "House of raising sun"

　　
　
(End of this chapter)