Endless Debt.

Chapter 398 Circus

In the bathroom, Bologo put his head on the shower head, letting the warm water wash over his body, and there were some new clothes on the bed in the bedroom.

Because he often encountered similar incidents, Bologo stuffed a lot of his own clothes in the room of the Undead Club
Thanks to the convenience of the Key of the Crooked Path, Bologo found a random door in the alley and arrived here. Otherwise, he walked onto the street covered in blood, which would directly cause panic among the masses.

After washing himself, picked up the bath towel, and wiped himself clean carefully, Burlogo put on his clothes and came to the bar on the first floor.

"Damn it, did you go out to kill people early in the morning?" Se Lei glanced at the clothes piled in the corner, and screamed, "Dismember? Or decapitate? Why is there so much bleeding!"

Bologo didn't bother to talk bad things to Seri, "I met one, no, two demons."

After the battle, Bologo did not leave immediately, but carefully observed the corpses. From their flesh and blood, Bologo smelled an unconcealable stench.

The reason why Burrog could spot them in the crowd was also because of the corrupt aura on the demon.

Serley said, "Then these two demons are really unlucky to have met you."

"No, they came here on their own initiative, as if they were following me."

As Bolog said, he walked to the pile of clothes. There seemed to be something wrapped under the dark coat, and then Bolog took out the thing and threw it in front of Seri.

After a night of drunkenness, Threi's mind was a little blurred, and his eyesight was not very good. He didn't see the thing clearly at first glance, but he still held it with one hand.

It was heavy, wet and sticky in the hand, and had a fishy smell.

Threi lowered his head, a bloody human head was being hugged by him on his chest.

"Do you have any hobbies?"

As expected of a Night Clan lord who has experienced a lot of wind and waves, Se Lei's face was calm with a bit of disgust, he put the head on the bar, took a paper towel and wiped his hands.

"No, I just want to ask you, have you seen such weird eyes before?"

Burrog came over, opened his closed eyelids, and exposed the man's pupils.

Selei glanced at it and said, "What? Isn't this quite common?"

"ordinary?"

Bologo turned the man's head over, only to see that the weird black pupils disappeared, and the man's pupils were no different from normal people at this moment.

Thurley asked, "Is there something wrong with his eyes?"

"His eyes..." Bologo was silent for a moment, "It was pitch black with a little luster, just like a camera."

"Is that so?"

Serley folded his chest, pondered for a moment, then shook his head, "I really don't have any impression."

"But why do you care so much about this?"

"I've been feeling like someone's watching me lately, and then I met these guys today, and they're dying saying 'saw it,' and it's like... like someone's looking at me through their eyes."

When mentioning this, Burrog could not help clenching his fists. He likes to fight the enemy openly, rather than doing some sneaky things in the shadows.

"Oh... a bit disgusting, isn't it?"

Serley spoke the vernacular and nodded in agreement, "I have a deep understanding of this. I just couldn't stand the endless harassment from those psychopaths, so I hid in the club of the undead."

Bologo felt that he had heard some important information, but Serai didn't mean to explain it at all, and continued to talk about the topic in front of him.

"According to your description, I really can't think of anything. It may be something that appeared after I lived in the Undead Club. Why don't you ask the Bureau of Order? You are in charge of these things?"

"I was going to ask, but you happened to be awake, so I asked you by the way."

Bologo wrapped the head again with a coat. In fact, he didn't think it was necessary to keep this head. With the death of the man, the evil power on his body disappeared. Now it is just a cold corpse That's all.

"But it doesn't feel good to be stared at by someone. We don't even know why the other party is staring at us." Palmer said, this experience made him feel a little uncomfortable.

The disadvantage of living outside the reclamation is that you have to be on guard against possible crises at all times.

"They seemed to be pleasing someone with their behavior, and that behavior was to observe me," Borrog recalled last night's movie. "It sounds weird, but it's like they're ... filming me."

Burrog felt that he had caught the clue. He carefully recalled that he stood on the roof of the building and watched the two people fight each other for fun.

If their purpose was to observe themselves, why did they kill each other, and when they fought between them, Bologo didn't notice the slightest anger, but with a bit of joy, as if they were doing some kind of relief.

Saw……

The arc of thought flashed, and Burlogo said tentatively, "I suspect that what they do is for someone to see, just like actors on the stage, performing hard, trying their best to please the people off the stage audience."

"That sounds weird," said Thurley.

Palmer agrees, "It's weird to me too, it's like a live broadcast on TV ... it's weird to think about."

"Shooting? This reminds me of what happened hundreds of years ago."

Serley squinted his eyes and thought hard. Fortunately, he was an undead. If he were a normal human being, he would have become an idiot long ago under this bad schedule and the influence of alcohol.

Palmer corrected, "Filming? Hundreds of years ago? The concept of film has only been around for decades."

Sometimes it is hard to imagine that these concepts that go deep into life, compared with the macro history of the entire human being, are just a short moment.

"No, what I mean is similar concepts," Serley said. "Movies, novels, and poems are all carriers of stories in themselves."

"Go on."

Burrogo raised his hand and signaled Palmer to shut up. Even though he was promoted to a believer, Palmer's habit of running the train with his mouth still remained unchanged.

"I met such a group of crazy people many years ago."

Threi talked about the past, as an undead, he spent a long life, and there are too many stories worth telling.

"How should I put it? I think they should have extremely serious mental problems. There is no logic in what they do, but if there is any logic, it's like... having fun?"

When this point was mentioned, Threi was taken aback for a moment, and he said to himself, "This is somewhat similar to us."

Bologo raised his forehead slightly. It turns out that these undead people know what kind of character they are?

Burlogo still remembered that not long ago, there was an extremely bad speeding incident on the streets of Opals. Some damn guys were speeding in the middle of the night, completely ignoring traffic regulations.

In fact, they didn't have any accidents. After all, there was a professional racing driver in the car. It was just the noise of the engine that made the city hall's complaint phone ring explode.

"It was all ordered by Seri, and has nothing to do with me. I'm just a driver."

When Jeffrey stopped the car at the intersection, Palmer in the driver's seat was talking nonsense, and Thurley, the co-pilot, excitedly handed the bottle to Jeffrey, kudos to Palmer for being a good driver.

Bologo felt that there was a chance, and Serley should be allowed to sit in the car he drove.

"Those people were like a band of mad robbers, raiding villages and castles, burning fields, tearing down walls, and throwing crazy dinner parties in front of the burning fire.

Sometimes they treat villagers in extremely cruel ways, putting on all kinds of twisted and crazy freak shows. "

When these things were mentioned, Threi's expression became distorted. Even the well-informed Night Clan lords would not be able to bear this group of psychopaths.

"I followed them for a while," Threi explained to himself, "I was quite bored at the time, just to see what these people were going to do.

Sometimes they would grab a group of people and give them scripts and have them do some drama or something, and sometimes they would attack some castles and they would shout some weird lines and do some completely illogical actions.

It's like... like..."

"It's like treating the battle like a real-time show?" Burlogo said.

"Yes, this is it!"

Thray clapped his hands sharply, giving Burrog a thumbs up.

Palmer said, "That sounds crazy..."

"The weirdest thing is that they put a lot of gold away, instead they plundered the library, and sometimes caught some bards on the road, forcing them to retell the chanted poems, and then they recorded them.

What is incomprehensible is that they burned, killed and looted, but never harmed the poet.

In the cruel looting, sometimes they only need the villagers to tell a joke, and they will let them go with mercy. "

"joke?"

Burlogo was struck by the difference in the story.

"Yes, it's a joke, and if it's a good enough joke, they're even willing to pay for it."

Se Lei looked nostalgic and lamented, even though the night clan lord was well-informed, that experience was still extremely rare in his long life.

"Wait a minute! Seri, how did you understand it so clearly!"

Palmer realized that the question was wrong, Thurley described it too carefully, as if he was a member of the robbery.

"Ah? Well, I was quite bored at the time, so I hid my identity and worked in a circus, and then I met those crazy people. They thought the circus performance was quite interesting, so they brought us in , What I’m talking about is what I saw and heard along the way.”

Serley recalled, "Speaking of which, my performance was very popular in the circus at that time."

Burlogo asked, "What are you performing?"

"Flintlock bullets in the head."

Bologo and Palmer were stunned, only to hear Threi say with a smile on his face, "Because I can be resurrected every time, my performance is perfect, and they even call me undead... Although I am originally, Hahaha."

(End of this chapter)