Endless Debt.

Chapter 35 Invitation

Jingle Bell--

The bell kept ringing repeatedly in the dark night, as if calling for something.

In the silence and coldness, the sound of the bell was particularly piercing.

Burrogo stared at the red phone booth, surrounded by himself, as if the ringtone was calling for Burrogo.

After stopping for a few seconds, Bologo ignored the ringing of the bell and continued to move forward in the seemingly endless streets.

The ringtone gradually faded away, and the red phone booth gradually disappeared into the darkness behind him, but at a certain moment, the distant ringtone froze, and as Burlogo moved forward, it did not disappear, but became clearer Get up until the Bologo stops again.

Another red telephone booth, the piercing ringing continued.

Bologo glanced at the phone booth, and then at the road signs beside him. He was sure that he hadn't lost his way and went back to his original location. Such public phone booths are very common in Opals, everywhere.

Burlog became vigilant, and the bell seemed to be chasing him.

what happened?

Ordinary people may just find it weird or some kind of supernatural event, but Bologo knows that there really is extraordinary power in this world. Behind all the abnormalities, there is some kind of power hidden. They come with different purposes. Come.

Putting his hand into his pocket, he clenched the cold pocket knife. This portable weapon is always carried with him, and he may use it at any time, such as cutting down enemies, or Used to open cans.

This feeling is quite strange, as if at a certain moment, Burlogo went from reality to fantasy, and came to a horror movie.

He walked quickly and walked towards the nearest station, and the bell lingered like a ghost, following Bologo all the time, and what was even more strange was that Bologo didn't see any other people along the way. pedestrian.

The inner unease became more and more intense.

At a certain moment, the moment the movie ended, the moment he got up and left, at some point in those tens of thousands of moments, Burlogo was exiled from this world, and came to a familiar but completely strange world among.

He is alone in this world.

A faint electric arc flashed across the darkness, and Borrog stopped abruptly and stayed where he was. He pulled out the jackknife and held the bright blade in his hand.

He looked at the street in front of him. The street was normal, but there was no one there. The cold evening wind stirred up fallen leaves and newspapers, rattled from a corner of the street, and disappeared into the night.

Footsteps sounded.

That was not the sound of footsteps that ordinary people could step on.

There was a dull, regular sound of collapse, as if a giant was walking towards him. At the same time, the street lights were extinguished one by one, and the lights of the buildings were all dimmed.

The light was driven away, and Bologo seemed to be in an isolated island, the darkness was constantly approaching, the dull sound of collapse was like approaching drumbeats, and the muffled thunder bred in the storm was striding towards him.

At last, darkness settled in front of Borrog.

In the endless darkness, only Bologo was left, and the only working street lamp above his head that illuminated his figure, and the red telephone box that kept ringing harshly between the darkness and the light.

Other than that there is no abnormality.

Taking a deep breath, Bologo is not afraid of death, but no one knows what the unknown is. The unknown itself is endless possibilities, and it is the most terrifying fear.

Sighing, Bologo showed a helpless smile. It seemed that the other party didn't want to give Bologo the room to refuse.

Walking towards the red telephone booth, he opened the door, and the small space can only accommodate him alone.

So far, Bologo has not been threatened with his life. The abnormalities in front of him are more like trying to get Bologo to answer the phone. The guy on the other end of the phone feels irritable because of Bologo's evasion, and finally stops him in this rude way. burrogo.

Now Burlogo wondered who it was that made the call.

Picking up the phone, put the handset to the ear, and an elegant and deep male voice sounded.

"How do you do, Mr. Borogo Lazarus?"

Burrog guessed it was an ancient nobleman, sitting in the deep darkness, looking down on the world.

"Who are you?" Burrog asked back.

"An audience? An admirer? A wealthy businessman who wants to 'invest' in you? Whatever, is identity important?" the man laughed.

"what is your purpose?"

It was meaningless to ask, and without an answer, Burlogo turned to other questions.

"I want to form a more intimate connection with you."

Hearing this, Bologo laughed, and looked into the darkness outside the phone booth, "Is this an invitation? Such a nonsense way of invitation?"

"Please let me say sorry to you. For some reasons, I'm not suitable to meet you directly. This will cause some people to be wary... But if you need it, it's not impossible to let us meet earlier."

The man first apologized, and then extended an invitation to Burlogo again, a further invitation.

As the voice fell, it could be clearly noticed that the darkness around him became deeper, followed by the sweeping coldness.

Burrog looked at the glass of the phone booth. It was not yet winter, and a layer of frost had already hung on it at some point, and the frost was spreading at a speed visible to the naked eye, like crazily growing vines. Time can swallow everything.

The ground is also trembling slightly, and it is unknown what is gestating under the soil, but what Bologo knows is that when that thing breaks out of the ground, it will be the beginning of nightmare erosion.

"Let's forget it. I think the sense of distance is good now. If we really meet, I'm afraid I will split your head with a knife."

Bologo tactfully refused to meet, still holding the jackknife in his hand, clenched tightly, and sweat was squeezed between them.

There was a low-pitched laughter on the phone. With the sound of laughter, the spread of frost stopped, and then began to melt slowly, and the sound of splashing water was heard all around.

"I know that you won't trust me easily, and I never thought that just one conversation would make us close."

The man continued.

"This is just a friendly greeting. We will meet again later, Mr. Lazarus."

"I think we'd better have nothing to do with each other."

Bologo refused, he didn't know who the man was, but at this moment he had vaguely thought of something, something that slowly emerged from the deep and dark deep sea and was disgusted by all things in the world.

Just across the phone, Burlogo could already smell the suffocating rancid smell.

"Don't rush to refuse, Mr. Lazarus, we are destined to meet again."

The public telephone in front of him began to tremble slightly, and there was a trembling sound of metal colliding with each other, which even shook the entire telephone booth.

Burrog didn't panic, and continued to listen to the man's words.

"It's just a greeting, and you know how to use it."

The man finally said so.

The call was cut off, and at this moment, the shaking of the phone booth ended, and the darkness outside the phone booth began to recede, the power was restored, the street lights came on one by one, and Burlogo was once again in the normal world.

Bologo watched all this quietly, and the noise came faintly, followed by vehicles and pedestrians passing through the street, making noise continuously.

ended.

There was a crisp collision sound, and a coin popped out of the phone's coin withdrawal slot. It was golden and very dazzling.

Burrog picked it up.

The obverse of the coin depicts countless silk threads, they come from all directions, get entangled together, and become a huge egg, it is not clear what is conceived inside.

On the back of the coin is a mountain of gold coins. The man named "Mammon" is greedily embracing the wealth, but no matter how hard he tries, he still can't hold them all in his arms.

It's not Weng'er coins, but Mamen coins that only appear in wandering fork roads.

There was a knock on the door.

Before he could relax, Bologo's spirit became tense again. He looked behind him, and a woman was knocking on the door, and she shouted.

"Have you finished the phone call? Don't occupy your seat!"

"It's... I'm done, I'm sorry."

Bologo said reluctantly, exhaling the breath suppressed in his chest.

Walking out of the narrow phone booth, the woman walked in, and he could hear her conversation, and the hustle and bustle of the surroundings filled his ears, pulling him closer to the real world.

Darkness and frost, all abnormalities disappeared, as if everything just now was just an illusion of Bologo, but the cold coin in his hand reminded himself all the time.

This is not an illusion, this is absolute reality.

Lowering his head to stare at the golden mammon coin in his hand, and turning to look at the long night, Bologo raised his hand and wanted to throw it into the sewer, but just before he swung it out, his movement stopped.

Gazing at the brilliant gold color, Burrogo stuffed it into his pocket in a mysterious way, whispering.

"Tyrant."

(End of this chapter)