Endless Debt.

Chapter 387 Needlework

When Burlogo closed the novel, it was already dark. He didn't read fast, but he also roughly understood a part of the novel.

In the story of "Night Hunter", a group of creatures called monsters lurk in the shadows of the human world. They are bloodthirsty and hungry, and feed on the flesh and blood of living people. In order to fight against these evil monsters, a group of people Gathered together, they became Night Hunters, hunting evil in the shadows.

Bologo feels that this story is somewhat similar to reality, and there are also a group of evil beings in reality, but compared with the monsters in the book, these guys named devils are much more disorderly and crazy.In this comparison, the sublimation hunters are night hunters.

Putting the novel aside, Bologo pushed open the door and woke up Palmer, who was still sleeping. He was huddled on the sofa, and after being woken up by Bologo, he sat there with a confused face. .

The body was awake, but the soul was still struggling to get up. Palmer stared blankly at the front. This state lasted for a full minute before he slowly got up.

"My head hurts from sleeping."

Palmer covered his head and let out a burst of mourning. After the excitement, the endless exhaustion brought by the promotion ceremony engulfed Palmer. He tried to open his eyes, staggered to the bathroom, and sobered up with cold water.

Burrogo was already dressed, "Do you need a break?"

"I'm fine. It's rare that everyone has time today, so we can't miss the appointment."

Palmer waved his hand. At present, only the special operations team is relatively free in the field service department. The reason why Hart has time is that he has just experienced a week of overtime and was rotated by Yass. Church is similar, and the work of Crow's Nest Intensity, Palmer has experienced it firsthand.

Burrog nodded, and then took out the key of the winding path, "Are you sure?"

The Key of the Crooked Path is a very convenient means of space transfer, but the side effects after using it every time are dizziness and nausea. It doesn't matter to Bologo, the undead are so skinny, but Palmer is not necessarily so.

Palmer hesitated for a while, and shook his head vigorously. Burlog put away the key of the crooked path, pushed open the door, and made a "please" gesture along the way.

Palmer grabbed the black towel that Hart gave him, and wrapped it casually around his neck a few times. Although it was the end of winter, the damn weather in Opals was still freezing to death.

In the parking lot downstairs, a blue car was parked in the corner. Because of his outstanding performance in the time axis disorder event, Jeffrey gave Burlogo a new car that was exactly the same.

Palmer took the steering wheel, and Bologo sat in the co-pilot. Unless needed for action, Bologo usually gave the driving right to Palmer. It was not because Palmer liked driving, or because he was better at driving than Bologo. , mainly because Palmer has a driver's license.

The new home was not far from the Order Bureau, but under the evening rush hour and endless red lights, the car got stuck on the crowded street, and it took a long time for it to drive slowly back to the Order Bureau.

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In the Bureau of Order, many employees choose to live in the staff dormitory in the reclamation room. One is that the rent, water and electricity are all free, and the other is that it is convenient to go to work.

Hart is also a member of the staff dormitory. Because of his excellent work ability and other reasons, he has a separate room in the reclamation room instead of sharing roommates with others.

Hart didn't live in the reclamation room at first, but rented a house outside. His reason was similar to Palmer's. Living in the staff dormitory was indeed a lot more convenient, but after staying in the reclamation room for a long time, he inevitably felt depressed.

Later, Hart encountered that accident. Although he didn't die, he was corrupted by the alchemy potion and turned into this furry orc.

If Hart appeared directly in the outside world, it would be fine to treat him as a doll, but if he was regarded as a monster, it would inevitably cause a panic, so after that, in order to avoid trouble, Hart lived in the staff dormitory He basically would not leave the reclining room unless necessary.

This kind of life had a great blow to Hart's mental health. It took him a long time to adjust to adapt to the status quo, and in the following time, he fell in love with life again.

Whenever he takes a break, Hart likes to take a comfortable bath in the bathtub. Because of his furry body, it takes a long time for him to take a bath and he is very tired.

Wet the hair of the whole body first, then picked up a whole bottle of bath liquid, poured it all over the body, combed and washed it according to the texture of the hair, the bathroom was full of foam, Hart felt like he was CAR WASH.

After rinsing off the bath liquid, he picked up a bottle of conditioner and rubbed it on his body, covering every corner to ensure that his hair was smooth and tangle-free.

Rinse repeatedly until all the foam is rinsed away. Hart leans in the bathtub, panting tiredly. He sometimes wonders if he can go to a pet store to take a bath. Judging from his appearance, he is more or less a large dog. If it doesn't work, Hart can also add money.

Of course, this kind of thing is just a thought.

Hart wiped himself roughly, and wrapped a bath towel around his body. With his hair volume, it was difficult to dry himself, but there were more ways than difficulties.

With water stains all over the floor, Hart wrapped himself in a bath towel and walked into the secret small door. The light around him dimmed, leaving only the loud noise of the fan selection.

Hart stood in the ventilation duct that was big enough for one person to pass through, and opened his hands, letting the hot and strong wind blowing in front of him to dry himself little by little.

This is the normal drying speed. If Hart is in a hurry, he usually goes to the ventilation duct of the sublimation furnace core. No matter how wet he is, he can dry it in a few minutes, but it is not very good for the hair. Forked dry.

After drying himself, Hart's shape became larger several times, and his black hair was fluffy. Back in his room, he began to comb himself, from top to bottom, and the combed hair was clumped by him together, and tucked away in a drawer.

Hart always felt that it was a waste to just throw away the hair that he shed. For this reason, he learned how to collect hair and process it. Whenever he had time, he would ball these things into yarn balls, which relieved pressure very much.

He glanced at the time, and there was still a lot of time before Palmer made an appointment with him. Hart put on his glasses, opened the cabinet, and took out a ball of black wool from inside.

It was a rather strange scene, a burly orc sitting on a chair, humming a little tune while knitting a scarf with wool.

For Hart, knitting scarves is an extremely stress-relieving behavior, which can relieve his worries. The psychologist also recommended him to do it. Over time, it became a hobby of Hart.

As more fabrics piled up, Hart simply gave them to his friends and made up a white lie that his family owned a weaving business.

He looked so much like the wolf who played the role of grandma in a fairy tale, and this wolf was completely unaware that the crisis was approaching a little bit.

"Yo! Hart!"

Palmer kicked open Hart's door, waved his hand, and looked excited. After Palmer saw the scene in the room, the excited smile on his face suddenly froze.

Hart's hands shaking the scarf, although his beastly face made him lose the delicate and vivid human face, but Burogo, standing behind Palmer, still observed Hart's complicated emotions very clearly reaction.

The joy of decompression turned to surprise, then panic, shame, until it brought a faint anger.

Palmer was completely stunned in place. He was a bit unlucky, not stupid. When he first saw it, he instantly understood the reason for this hellish situation.

"Ha... Hart..."

Palmer put his hand on the scarf around his neck with a complex and distorted expression.

Hart's brain is about to shut down. Due to the excessive deviation between this hobby and his own image, it can be said that no one has ever known this side of Hart. Hart has always hidden it perfectly, but... But who knew that Palmer Why isn't this bastard knocking on the door?
Palmer felt the warmth from his neck, thinking that the wool came from Hart...

Bologo held his forehead slightly and leaned against the wall. Even though he was serious, he wanted to laugh a little at the moment, but he also felt that if he laughed out loud in such a hell scene, it would definitely arouse the anger of the two of them.

This awkward atmosphere lasted for a long time, until Palmer couldn't help joking.

"Tell me, do I have 'Hart' around me?"

"Remember to knock on the door! Bastard!"

Hart got up, pulled up his chair, and threw it at Palmer.

(End of this chapter)