Endless Debt.

Chapter 32 Mask
In the deserted theater, Bologo stood under the stage. He tried to see Kedening's face clearly, but Kedening was sitting on the stage with his back to the light. The make-up on his face was hard to discern, as if wearing a dark mask .

"I like this story, this kind of confusion between identities, the boundaries start to become blurred and chaotic, and then bring conflicts, and between sharp contradictions, a little bit of madness... the story."

Burrog leaned on the stage and gave his own take on the story.

Ke Dening was a little surprised. The audience was very familiar, and what he said was quite interesting. Ke Dening had heard enough praises. Such an analysis of approval is still relatively rare.

It made him more patient with Burlogo.

"But I think the best part is the part where Bart confesses himself."

Burlog raised his eyebrows. He felt that coming to this show was the best decision he had made in a while.

"You mean the part of self-identification?" Kedening whispered Bart's lines as he spoke, "What kind of person am I?"

"No, I mean the front part," Burrog corrected, "Each of us has three faces."

"A face that exists in the eyes of others, another face that we think we are, and then that is who we really are."

Burrog grabbed the edge of the stage, jumped lightly, and sat down with Kedening.

"I agree with this sentence very much, it is very well written."

Burrog continued, explaining his understanding of the words.

"When you meet people, you will have a gradually concrete outline in the eyes of others, and then there will be labels attached to you, such as gentleness, viciousness, kindness, or evil."

Kedening didn't interrupt Burlogo's words, and he could feel that this was a somewhat self-obsessed and narcissistic audience, but his words did attract Kedening's attention.

"But this is not what we really look like, this is us in the eyes of others, the face that exists in the eyes of others."

Burlogo spread his hands, expressing helplessness.

"The self in our eyes will also change slightly due to the eyes of others... Just like being expected, you don't want to break the image in their eyes, so you will gradually approach the appearance in their eyes, making you I became unrecognizable."

"Yeah, so everyone wears masks, and sometimes, we don't even realize that we wear masks."

Ke Dening touched his face as he spoke, the mask was so tightly attached that it almost became one with the face, fused into the flesh and blood, without distinction, "This is even more so with actors, I have a thousand faces, a thousand faces name."

"Yeah, so I can understand Bart, he is eager to know who he is... What kind of identity does a person have to live, whether it is a worker, a thief, or something in between. "

Burlogo recalled the content of the show.

"And this is the third self, the real self, which is not disturbed by the outside world, the original and our most original appearance."

"The original self." Kedening whispered, looking at Bologo.

"The original self? That's a good word." Burlog nodded, and then said with a sense of expectation.

"This would be a tragedy, wouldn't it? Bart is bound by different identities, and he can hardly find the blurred boundary. He will only sink deeper and deeper into it, and finally step into destruction."

"No, I expected that this would be a good ending," Kedening shook his head, imagining the scene at the end, "Life is hard enough, and the audience should have a happy ending."

"La...Mr. Lazarus." He tried to pronounce Blog's name, but Blog cut him off.

"Bologo, just call me Bologo."

"So, Bologo, do you resonate? You can think of so much."

"Basically," Burlogo said, "I've had that... experience of being almost overwhelmed by different identities."

He continued.

"Everyone has dark secrets.

In the eyes of those close to you, you are a friendly, life-loving person, but privately, you are a villain, and every day you get blood on your fists, normal life and crazy life start to overlap...it will only ruined it all. "

Until Adele died, she didn't know what kind of work Burlogo was doing.

In fact, Bologo felt that Adele had already guessed it, but she didn't say it. After all, his own existence was enough to surprise her.

The lives of ordinary people, the duties of debtors.

"But there will always be someone who accepts such a complex self, just like my wife." Referring to his wife, Ke Dening had a faint smile on his face.

"Accept it...not bad."

Burrog's heart skipped a beat.

He still remembers how he felt when he saw Adele when he got out of prison.

It's been a long time since I saw her, but he still recognized Adele at a glance, and Adele was not frightened by her own experience, but instead greeted her cordially and walked over.

She and Bologo asked about their health, and talked about Bologo's changes in the past few years, except that his complexion was a little fairer, and he told himself to remember to sunbathe more, and so on.

In the end she gave Burlogo a big hug and asked him if he had no place to live, could he stay at her house for a while, but only the sofa.

Bologo was stunned for a few seconds, a softness similar to that of Kedening appeared on the corner of his mouth, but then the softness disappeared, and turned into coldness and viciousness.

"If I were to write the story of "The Wandering Mouse", I might be more extreme than you."

Burlogo didn't continue the chat, but brought up his own thoughts.

Kedening motioned him to continue. He and Burrog had a good conversation. In order to create a better story, Kedening liked to exchange ideas with people, especially people like Burrog who could understand his story.

"For example, the conflict of identity is not enough to torture Bart. I will choose to let him gradually degenerate in the process of stealing, such as...killing people."

A cold light flashed in the blue eyes, and Kedening's expression also froze, and the chilling scene appeared in his mind.

"kill?"

"Yes, a bad night, a bad time, two people met together badly."

Burrog played the scene in his mind.

"Bart's theft was discovered after all. He knew that person. He was his colleague. He was a nice old man in the factory. He was friendly to people and extremely upright. Bart knew that he was finished, and this guy would definitely continue to carry out his justice.

In fact, it was true. He kept persuading Bart, saying that this was wrong, and hoped that Bart would surrender. "

The speed of speech gradually accelerated, pushing the story to the other side of madness.

"Bart is also hesitating. He is already suffering under the double identity. Maybe it is not impossible to surrender himself, but once he surrenders, the already unbearable family will be completely broken. He has to think about his family... …

It's time to make a decision, what will you do? "

As he spoke, Bologo raised his hand, pinched something in the air, and tried his best until he twisted the nothingness.

"Bart killed him.

Killing this good old man, the good old man did nothing wrong, the only thing wrong was that they met at the wrong time and in the wrong place. "

The atmosphere was dignified and depressing, and Burlogo finally told Bart's ending.

"It was a terrible morning, a hundred times worse than previous mornings. In the hazy morning mist, Bart walked towards the city that looked like mountains, and the gray and white building silhouettes were like ferocious jungles, monsters' fangs and claws.

No one knew what was going on in his heart, the only thing he knew was that he was walking towards destruction and was in a mess. "

The story ended, and neither of the two spoke, and they shared the aftermath of the story's ending until Burlogo broke the silence.

"It's just a story, don't worry, I don't have any anti-social personality...at least that's what I think." Bologo was afraid of scaring Kedening.

Ke Dening was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said again and again.

"Nothing, nothing, I think the story is not bad."

Ke Dening looked at Bologo, he thought Bologo was very strange, an interesting person.

This is a terrible and crazy story, but Bologo's expression is very calm, there is no trace of impurities in his eyes, as if this is just a calm retelling to him, he seems to have an indifferent attitude towards everything, and doesn't care Kordning's opinion...anyone's opinion.

"Unfortunately, this is a comedy, and a tragic ending is not acceptable." Ke Dening said.

"Well, I see, the main reason why I think so is 'comedy is tragedy at its core.'"

Burrog remembered something, he continued.

"I've always wanted to get involved in comedy performances, talk shows, etc. Do you have any acting classes here?"

He wants to find something to do for himself after work. Bologo likes comedies quite a bit. Imagine a scene like that. Amidst the wailing of the enemies, Bologo breaks their bones while telling them cold joke……

Burrog laughed to himself, and after a while, he woke up and said with a little embarrassment.

"It's nothing, you are a professional, you should listen to 'experts' for this kind of thing."

Seeing Bologo's sincere attitude and Bologo's strange reaction just now, Kedening's curiosity was completely aroused. After a pause for a few seconds, the voice sounded again.

"Bologo, you seem to be living freely, unfettered... Which face do you live with?"

Keeping his eyes on Bologo, Kedening has been observing him from the very beginning. Kedening often does this, sitting on the street with people coming and going, looking at the appearance of pedestrians, and speculating on their identities and experiences.

Bologo didn't have the slightest cowardice, he was very confident, a self-confidence from the inside out, and he had a feeling of indifference to everything, and when he looked at him, he would definitely feel a sense of contempt.

But Bologo didn't seem to be contemptuous of himself, but the feeling of arrogance overflowed freely like instinct, and even Bologo himself didn't realize it.

Just like the black cat you met on the street corner, lonely and indifferent, it may still be hovering at your feet one second, and it will disappear in the next second, just like an adventure, an unknowable mystery.

"Me? Probably between the second face and the third face."

He said frankly that Burlogo felt that there was no need to hide such things.

"I don't care what other people think of me, I don't know him anyway, just like you would care about a passer-by who judges you?"

Burrog fell down and lay on the stage, looking at the darkness and lights overhead.

"As for the people I know well, they know exactly what kind of person I am, so I don't have to care what they think of me."

"But the third face, the original self...recognizing yourself is very difficult, Ke Dening, very difficult, at least I haven't done it yet."

Burrogo spoke calmly.

There are still many mysteries deep in my heart, the reason why I came to this world, the forgotten deal, and the devil who gave me "resurrection".

Burrog couldn't see himself, at least not until these mysteries were solved.

"Sounds great, at least you're being yourself, without hiding anything."

Kodening also fell down and lay on the stage. He suddenly realized that this was the first time he fell on the stage. He had played the leading role before, and the leading role never fell down.

This is a very novel feeling.

Burrog looked sideways at Kedening, and the two smiled at each other. Burrog slowly got up, jumped off the stage, and walked aside.

"Can I take this?"

As he spoke, Bologo took down a poster, which was a preview poster of the ending of "The Wandering Rat". It depicted workers and thieves, with Bart in a trance in the middle.

He is walking toward the end, but the end of the end is a vague fog, and no one knows where it leads.

"Of course, yes, wait a moment."

After Kodening finished speaking, he ran into the backstage. Not long after, he came over with a pen and signed his name on the poster.

"You don't mind?" Ke Dening asked with a smile.

"How come, I'll post it in my bedroom."

Bologo carefully rolled up the poster, and then he saw what Kedening was holding in his hand, and handed it to himself.

It was a ticket, a pre-sale ticket to the ending of The Wandering Rat.

"This... thank you so much!" Bologo thanked.

"It's nothing. I haven't talked to people like this for a long time. Instead, I thank you."

Ke Dening replied, he glanced at the backstage, "It's time for me to work."

"Well, I should go too." Burrog waved his hand as a farewell gesture.

"Will you come to see the ending? Just half a month later."

Looking at the back of Bologo leaving, Kedening asked loudly.

"Will do."

After a while, Burlogo's voice came over.

(End of this chapter)