Endless Debt.

Chapter 396 New Book
"Did I sleep all day?"

Sitting at the dining table, Palmer looked at the dark night scene outside the window and rubbed his sleepy eyes vigorously.

"It looks like this, it may be a hangover, or it may be the exhaustion after the promotion ceremony..."

Burlogo brought bread and sausages, which piled up the table in bits and pieces, and looked very rich.

After sharing the rent, you have to consider the issue of food and drink. After a brief discussion, Burlogo took on the responsibility of cooking. It exploded.

They've only been here for a while, and Burlogo doesn't want to move so soon.

Burrog looks well-organized, but he has always been a pretty doable person when it comes to eating and drinking. After experiencing the madness of the Scorched Wrath, Burrog is an extremely satisfying person in terms of food, as long as he can fill his stomach.

For this reason, the things Burlogo makes are very simple, basically instant products, as long as they are slightly heated.

Palmer picked up the fork and began to eat bite by bite. He did nothing, and of course he couldn't say anything to complain.

"We may consider inviting Amy next time," Palmer said vaguely with something in his mouth. "She seems to have been studying cooking or something."

"Do you think it's reasonable for people to come and cook for us for no reason?"

Burrog spread jam on the bread and bit off a corner.

Palmer paused for a moment, and took a careful look at Bologo, with a thousand words in his eyes. Unfortunately, Bologo was too lazy to synchronize his thinking with Palmer, and he didn't want to guess his thoughts at all.

"I encountered a strange thing today." Burrog swallowed the bread.

"what's up?"

"I always feel like someone is spying on me."

"Spying? Are you referring to a stalker or something?" Palmer looked surprised, "The other party is so desperate that he dares to follow you."

"No... I can't describe it, it's like someone is watching me somewhere."

Burrog pondered for a while, and gave a vague answer.

"Is that so?" Palmer said earnestly, "I don't quite understand."

"Forget it, if you understand, there will be problems."

Bologo waved his hand, he was too lazy to continue discussing this matter with Palmer, he wondered if he was being too sensitive, or if he guessed the past of the Overlord Cylinder today, which made him suspicious.

Through the clean floor-to-ceiling windows, endless buildings stand on the ground, in the colorful glare, shadows follow, and in the dark and dim corner, a pair of pupils are observing Bologo from a distance.

This is a distance beyond the limit of human vision, but he has observed Bologo's every move so clearly, and even distinguishes his words through Bologo's mouth shape.

The evil and crazy laughter sounded in the throat, the palm pressed against the wall, and then the five fingers slowly closed together, the nails sank deeply into it, scraping off large swaths of dust.

"I saw him! I saw him!"

The man's voice was joyful and suppressed, and in response, a sense of satisfaction was released in the man's body. This feeling was so gratifying that it made the tired body feel a little relieved.

In the man's crazy eyes, it seems to be connected to another world, the tiny details are constantly enlarged, and the densely packed seats are gradually revealed.

"Bologo...Bologo Lazarus..."

The evil and crazy existence reclined on the seat as always, looking at the huge screen in front of him. Under the sharing of the man's vision, he could clearly see what Bologo was doing at the moment.

As the picture continued to zoom in, the screen began to split, and various angles of Burogo were displayed in front of his eyes one by one, as if several invisible cameras were observing Burogo.

Putting his hands together and squeezing them hard, even the joints turned slightly white. He tried his best to restrain his joyful emotions, and there were constant vibrations from the depths of the darkness, as if some kind of giant was rejoicing.

"Please show me the most perfect story."

He said softly, just as he was about to continue to see the various behaviors of Bologo, he suddenly remembered another thing. Pressing the remote control, the screen began to switch, and a familiar figure appeared in front of him.

The other party was wearing a funny doll costume, a dog hood on his head, and his ears drooped. The moment he observed the other party, the other party also noticed him. Sai Zong slowly raised his head, and a hoarse voice sounded.

"Go away, bystander."

The moment the words reach the ears of the onlookers, the picture shatters and withers like a mirror, and the man's painful screams and wailings can be vaguely heard, followed by the sound of liquid being squeezed and splashed, and the tooth-piercing , the sound of bones crushing...

The smile on the face of the bystander froze slightly, and he said to himself, "Your temper is still so grumpy."

Fortunately, he knew Sai Zong's temper very well. Pressing the remote control again, the screen began to switch, and turned to the endless wilderness, with green grass filling every part of the field of vision, and then the sound of the distant siren came slowly.

Onlookers watched the galloping train flash across the icy tracks, with a muffled cheer, as if a never-ending feast was going on.

……

After clearing the dining table, Burlogo and Palmer got together and sat in front of the sofa to watch the video tape. Neither of them spoke, and watched the content of the video intently.

Burlogo likes this atmosphere, and he has wanted to have a home theater here for a long time, and all his tiny wishes have been realized one by one before he knows it.

Recalling the scene when he was released from prison, and looking at the present now, sometimes Bologo can't help but sigh, as long as he lives long enough, some wishes will always come true.

Harsh music combined with bloody scenes, the irritable protagonist cut open the anti-theft door with a chainsaw, and smashed the enemy into minced meat with screams.

Palmer pointed at the film, "This guy should have amputated his legs first, so he can paralyze him."

Burrog retorted, "But he doesn't need to be alive. It's the same everywhere."

"Also ha..."

This is a very strange scene. Two people watch the film from the perspective of professionals, while commenting on the professionalism of the film.

Near midnight, the movie ended. This is a low-cost violent movie. Except for a few necessary dialogues, it is all kinds of actions and blood... If there are more cold jokes, Burlogo thinks This film is like a real record of his daily work.

Thinking of this, Bologo asked Palmer abruptly, "Do you want to make a movie?"

"what?"

Palmer turned on the light and put away the videotape, missing Burlogo at all.

"It's nothing."

Burrog waved his hand. Making movies requires strong professionalism. As a layman, it is still too far away to want to do these things, but this is more or less one of Burrog's wishes.

Thurley told him that as an undead person, Bologo had better have a few wishes, so that he would have something to do for the rest of his long life, instead of being consumed by alcohol like Thurley. Endless time.

Fiddling with the radio, Burlogo tuned the channels, searching for Durdle's stations.

In the days when he is not working, Burlogo's life is very regular. He listens to Dudell's radio station every night. Burlogo and Duddle are the most familiar strangers.

Accompanied by the ear-piercing sound of electricity, the lines that have been heard countless times sounded.

"Hello listeners! I'm Duddell, your loyal friend who broadcasts twice a day, welcome to this column!"

For some reason, Burlogo wanted to laugh when he heard Duddell's opening statement.

On the other side, Palmer, who also often listens to Duddle's radio show, poked his head out and shouted at Burlogo, "Louder!"

Burrogo turned up the volume. There was only their family on this floor, so there was no need to worry about disturbing the neighbors next door.

"Before starting our music appreciation session today, I have a big news to share with all listeners."

Palmer came over and sat down on the couch, listening with Burlogo.

"I interviewed Mr. Bluejay a few days ago on behalf of the Fog, Industry and Delicious Shrimp Crackers radio show."

blue jay?
The name Bologo sounded familiar, but Palmer showed a look of surprise, he seemed to understand the meaning behind the name.

"Who's the Blue Jay?" asked Burlogo.

"Don't you even know who the blue jay is?" Palmer said in surprise, "Then you are really ignorant."

"Do not talk nonsense."

"The blue jay is a famous author, and he wrote the "Night Hunter"."

Hearing this, Burlogo realized where this sense of familiarity came from. It turned out to be like this. He had only read a few pages of the "Night Hunter" on the table.

Burrogo was very interested in this story, and he wanted to find time to read the entire series.

"But Blue Jay hasn't written a new book for more than ten years. Many people think he's dead. It's normal if you don't know..."

Palmer continued, but before he finished speaking, Dudell interrupted Palmer's words, and Palmer fell into a deep shock.

"In the interview, Mr. Bluejay said that he has been preparing a new book for more than ten years, and this new book will be published soon."

Duddell's voice was very calm, like a newscaster, as if what he was telling was just an ordinary piece of news.

Palmer froze in place.

Burlogo patted Palmer, "Are you all right?"

After a brief delay, Palmer jumped up from the couch, circling and jumping like a monkey, then excitedly grabbed Burlogo by the shoulders and shook him vigorously.

"Blue Jay! New book!"

He was as excited as an orangutan who only received bananas.

(End of this chapter)