Endless Debt.

Chapter 334 Lethal Sincerity and Care

In the early morning of Oath City Opals, the deserted streets are like the inside of a dessert shop that has been ransacked by gangsters...

The undead and the alchemy puppet looked at each other across the table, finding a brief moment of tranquility in this treacherous torrent of time.

Bologo slumped on the chair and teased, "Don't, I came all the way to find you, so I will be sad."

"Bologo, it's not suitable for you to say such words," Amy spat out the chewed dessert in his mouth, "It's disgusting to say it from your mouth."

"Then let me say something, if you really want to eat dessert, you can ask me for help. I don't mind if I gain weight. Also, your eating looks are too ugly."

Burrog glanced at the dinner plate beside him. Amy couldn't eat, so she chewed these things like a slime.It should be quite embarrassing for Burlogo to see this kind of behavior.

Amy put down her fork and stared at Burrog with a relaxed face. In this time-traveling, Burrog could always find herself, and she had already noticed something was wrong.

"Why do you always find me?"

"After all, he is a good brother who went through life and death, so it's not too much for me to say that he has a good heart?"

Burlog wanted to resolve Amyu's matter in this fifth time retrospective, so he simply gave up his disguise, completely ignoring the traps in Amyu's words.

Amy's expression became grim, and Burlog's answer was just perfunctory, and a professional guy like Burrog didn't point out the error of "always possible" in his sentence.

Yes, from Borrog's point of view, this is the first time they met after the time regression started, but from Amy's point of view, this is already the third time, and Amy doesn't think it's a coincidence.

"Alright alright."

Burrog held up his hand, showing off his special gloves.

The gloves are wrapped with cables, and there are some sophisticated mechanical structures. There is also a pointer on the back of the hand, and now the pointer is firmly pointing to Amy.

"tracking device?"

Amy immediately understood what was going on, her current body was built by Bai Li, and it was too easy for her to do something in it.

"uh-huh."

Burrog flicked his palms, admiring the exquisite structure, "Unexpectedly, Bailey is not useless at all."

In the fourth time retrospective, after reuniting with Lebius, Bologo told Lebius the information he had learned from Bailey in the previous several time retrospectives.

In order to avoid accidents and optimize the operation, Bologo asked Lebius to go to Bai Li immediately after time travel, and get the support of the tracker and alchemy weapons from her.

Speaking of which, Bologo was quite looking forward to that scene. The sleepy Bailey pushed open the door and saw Lebius standing behind the door with a gloomy face... It must have frightened her.

Lebius of the pack of wolves came to visit him early in the morning, no matter how you think about it, it is always disturbing.

Then in this fifth time backtracking, when Bologo inserted the key in the parking lot and started the car, Lebius took the required alchemy weapon and tracker and sat in the co-pilot.

Bologo is very grateful for his intuition. In the fourth time regression, Amyu used herself as a tree hole and poured out her unbearable pain and crazy thoughts.

Burlogo felt that Amy would have made a completely different choice since then, and it had.

When Bologo crashed into the battlefield with Levius, the original plot was changed, and Amy did not appear there, nor did the king's shield guard.

The car exploded into a ball of fire, releasing raging black smoke from the burning, and Burlogo stood by the fire, using the flames from the wreckage of the car to light a cigarette for himself.

Rebius glanced at Bologo, "I remember you don't smoke."

"I hardly smoke. I only want to smoke a little when I am under a lot of pressure... This is a bad habit I developed when I was in the army. I thought that the experience of the black prison would make me forget these things, but obviously, it has been engraved into my heart." In my instinct."

Bologo had bought this pack of cigarettes for almost half a year, and he only smoked one or two. He swallowed heavily and could not taste any flavor.

"You never fought trench warfare, did you? I don't think that's any different than fighting in hell."

Probably in order to relieve the irritability in his heart, Bologo rarely mentioned his past with Lebius.

"Usually trench warfare can last for several months, and you can only hide in that cramped trench, and a larger place is your battlefield.

You can't see where the enemy is and how to attack, it feels like fighting a group of ghosts.

Bullets whizzed over your head every now and then, shells exploded meters from you, and there was nothing you could do but pray.

Your comrade-in-arms will die without warning, and you will have to move his body out of the trench and pile it up like a sandbag, and you will fire back at the enemy on his body. "

Burrogo took a brief puff of the cigarette, then stopped, watching it burn quietly, turning into gray-white dust little by little.

"There is hot gunpowder smoke everywhere, you think that the rain will save your burning heart, but the rain washes away the dead bodies, and the dirty blood mixed with the rain is poured into the trenches, and they will also be mixed with your excrement.

In the stink, rats gnaw at the corpses in the shadows, spreading diseases that will leave your skin inflamed, swollen, and in some cases, rotten.

You can only watch yourself stepping into decay little by little, but there is nothing you can do except sit back and watch it happen.

That's hell, and you're stuck in it. "

The cigarette was half burned, and the ashes scattered in the wind.

"Cigarettes and alcohol are the only placebos in hell. We use this to escape the cruel reality and numb our nerves."

Lebius didn't understand trench warfare. Since the fall of the Holy City, there has never been a tragic war between the nations like the Scorched Earth, and with the advancement of modern technology, trench warfare has become Backward, buried in history.

From this point of view, apart from undead like Bologo, there are not many veterans left in this world who have personally experienced trench warfare.

Lebius understood what Bologo meant, and he asked, "The out-of-sequence events of the time axis will bring you the same pressure as trench warfare, isn't it?"

"Almost, about the same in terms of pressure."

Lebius was silent. He had read Burlogo's information, but some experiences cannot be fully expressed in words.

Burrog asked abruptly, "Leader, did you have a happy childhood?"

"Well, I was born in a well-to-do family, my mother is a teacher, and my father is a doctor," Lebius did not hide it, and frankly recalled Burogo's question, "Why did you mention these? ?”

Lebius gradually fell into Burlogo's channel. He felt that in such a serious and depressing environment, discussing childhood seemed out of place.

"Then do you think Amy's childhood was happy?"

"Amy?"

"Yes, Aimu, don't treat her as an alchemy puppet, think of her experience as a human being."

Lebius thought about it along with Burlogo's narration, and he imagined a bad picture.

"That's right, it's terrible," Burlog continued, "I know what Amy went through, and I can probably guess what she's thinking."

"She couldn't figure out who she was, was she a human being? Or an alchemy puppet?
This split makes her thoughts inevitably become pathological, and she is still a child, and a child needs the emotional support of relatives, but her emotional demands on TEDA... You know TEDA's response, this kind of depressive life After a long time, even people will go crazy, let alone alchemy dolls. "

Like a psychiatrist who has been practicing medicine for many years, Burrog has accurately grasped Amy's heart. Lebius's eyes on Burrog have changed a bit. He gradually realized that he seems to have never really understood this team member.

"I remember this kind of illness was mentioned in the book, what is called childhood emotional neglect. Of course, Amy's situation may be more complicated."

Feeling the surprise in Lebius' eyes, Burlogo went on to say, "This will cause many problems for the individual, such as low self-esteem, lack of self-confidence, suspicion of others, and a psychological defense line like an iron wall."

Burrog agrees with the "iron wall-like psychological defense line". Look at Amy, she dares to confide in herself only when she is sure that she will not keep her memory.

"I don't know how to get along with people, I don't know how to grasp the distance, I have constant self-doubt, I can't clarify my feelings and needs, I will please others for a little sense of security..."

Like an endorsement, Burlogo muttered a large list of symptoms. After finishing speaking, Burlogo was silent for a second or two, and then made a conclusion.

"That is to say, we are dealing with a rebellious alchemy puppet who has a serious mental illness, is related to the devil, and also possesses fantasy species and superb fighting skills."

Lebius thought for a while, then nodded in agreement, "I didn't expect you to be a psychologist."

In the eyes of Lebius, Bologo's reputation as an expert has already become somewhat omnipotent.

"Psychologist, no, no, no, I'm not, I just know a little bit about this stuff," Burlogo explained. "When I was just out of prison, Jeffrey found a psychologist for me and asked me to do it every week. A psychological counseling."

"Later, it was determined that my mental state was stable, so we had nothing to do to talk about illnesses, academic issues, etc. I always felt that if I learned more skills, it would definitely be useful one day. You see, this will come in handy."

Lebius didn't know how to evaluate Borrog for a while, and then the topic returned to the disorder of the time axis.

"Then you know what to do with Amy, don't you?"

"Yeah, fortunately, Aimiao is still a child, that is to say, her childhood is not over yet, everything has the possibility of redemption."

Burrog looked directly at the burning fireball, causing the brilliant light to gradually fill his pupils, and then he looked at the cigarette in his hand.

The burning of a cigarette is like a timer, and now that it has burned out, it is time to start the next step.

"It's actually very simple to remedy a bad childhood.

Sufficient patience, most of the recognition from others, lethal sincerity and love..."

Burrogo then added.

"By the way, absolute violence is needed to make her listen to me honestly."

Burrog took a deep breath, threw the cigarette butt into the fire, and said in a loud voice.

"Let's get started! The doctor is going out to see a doctor!"

Aimu made up her mind to welcome a new life, so the direction of the plot also changed accordingly.

Lebius chose to go deep into the alchemy workshop, facing the frontal battlefield between Teda and the king's shield guards, while Bologo followed the instructions of the tracker to find Amyu.

And now, Burlogo and Aimu maintained a fragile peace. Now the two are still bickering like friends, but the two may fight in the next second.

Bologo has seen Aimu's fighting skills before, and he doesn't know who she learned from. With her hard body, it is simply too fierce.

"Senior Sister? It seems like something she can do."

Aimiao was extremely indifferent to the fact that she was being tracked. She still had the chance of trial and error, as long as she found a way to undo the tracking in the next time regression.

There was silence between the two. What should be said, Amyu had already said very clearly in the fourth time regression. All she needs now is action, while Burlogo is thinking about some complicated things.

If he wanted to persuade and save Aimu, he would definitely expose the fact that his memory was not affected by time regression.

Recalling the fourth time rewinding, Amyu told herself unreservedly. If she knew that she would not forget these things, she would be ashamed to do it directly to herself.

Thinking about these things, Bologo couldn't help showing a smile on his face. He was looking forward to Amy's shameful appearance. Even thinking about it would give him a distorted pleasure.

Amy looked at Bologo suspiciously. She had long realized that there was something wrong with Burlogo's mind, but she never thought that Burlogo would fall ill at this time.

According to the experience of going back in time for the fourth time, shouldn't Burlog try to convince himself, and then fail to convince himself, and do it himself?Why did he still laugh to himself.

Amy felt something was wrong, but she just couldn't detect the problem, so she couldn't help asking.

"what are you laughing at?"

"I thought of happy things."

At the mention of this, Burlogo struggled to control his emotions, not to laugh himself out loud.

"Bologo, you..."

Aimu didn't want to get entangled with Burlogo anymore, and she finally became firm in her heart, and she would never allow anyone to interfere.

A glimmer of light appeared on Amy's body surface, and she stood up abruptly in a fighting stance, ready to blow Burrog's head with a punch.

But at this time, Burlogo folded his hands together and said unhurriedly.

"Stop, stop!"

Bologo showed a distressed look, and persuaded Amyu, "In the last time rewinding, we have fought enough, can't we sit down and talk kindly?"

The more Bologo talked, the more energetic he was, and the atmosphere changed from life and death back in time to exposing black history.

"Didn't we have a good chat at the end?"

Burlog immediately learned what Amy said, "Ahem, I'm going to a better place."

Ai Miao was stunned, and the halo in her eyes spread slightly. It took her more than ten seconds to realize that for some reason, the bastard in front of her could also retain her memory in time retrospective.

After a brief panic, Aimu remembered his farewell to Burlog, his bare heart, and unreserved emotions, plus Burlog's current expression.

"you……"

Ai Miao began to speak incoherently. Obviously, her current emotions could no longer support her to finish a complete sentence.

"you you……"

She stumbled, and pointed a finger at Burrog, a look of delight flashing across her face.

It may be that the body is exerting a lot of force, or it may be that Aimu's emotions are too excited.

A cumbersome light emerged from the body surface, and the pupils of the eyes flashed into molten golden yellow in an instant, just like the dazzling ribbons of the festival, the light flickered non-stop.

"Ahhhh!"

Ai Miao covered her face and squatted down directly.

The body trembled uncontrollably, and even the frequency of the light flickering accelerated, like a bomb about to detonate.

Amyu's chest was constantly rising and falling, and she was clutching her chest like a human being, trying to suppress her erupting emotions like a volcano, but it was obviously too difficult to control them.

The mental projection load was full, the perpetual core was overloaded, and the scorching steam erupted, filling the entire store almost instantly.

After a short delay, Bologo saw a glowing figure floating in the steam, and then his hard fist broke through the steam and hit his face.

Accompanied by a muffled sound, a figure shattered the glass window, flew upside down from the dessert shop, broke the light pole by the roadside, and detonated the fire hydrant by the way.

The water column was stirred up, and in the raindrops all over the sky, Bologo's whole body seemed to be framed on the wall.

Ai Miao gritted his teeth with shame and grief on his face, and exuded an overload of scorching steam all over his body, full of murderous aura.

Admittedly, there was a split second when Burlogo realized he had screwed up.

　Insomnia, trying to adjust for a few days, for the time being a pinch~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)