Endless Debt.

Chapter 4 Demons and jackknives and... rock music [thanks to the wise leader of the new era]

Opening his eyes and lazily getting up from the bed, Bologo let out a big breath and looked out the window, still seeing the familiar scene.

Abandoned thick smoke rose from the factory and poured into the sky. It was so gray that even the slightest light could hardly penetrate the dark clouds.

This is the normal state of Opals. With the advancement of the industrial level, factories are scattered all over the city. In the sound of rumbling steel, toxic smog can be seen everywhere, symbiotic with the city.

Outside the window is the noise of machinery, the noise of the TV next door, the sound of couples arguing on the other side, the sound of doors being smashed and quarrels coming from the corridor, endless, day after day.

This is the end of the cheap rent, but Burlogo doesn't mind. Compared with the wailing sounds of the black prison, these sounds are simply not pleasant, and they are quite lifelike. Sometimes he even leans against the wall to listen What are these people arguing about.

Wake up, wash up, get dressed.

Burrog's room is very tidy, without too many clutter, the only things that are considered special are the sand table in the living room and the record player in the corner.

The sand table is full of chess pieces, simulating the attack and defense of the legion, and there are a few stickers on the side, which are filled with words, which seem to be the experience of the trader.

The bedroom is also very simple, with only a bed, a table, and a radio on the windowsill.

This is Burlogo's home. After leaving the sofa in Adele's house, he has been living here. Sometimes he will invite Geoffrey to have a drink or two at home, or take him to Adele's house. , eating cookies made by Adele.

She has been very worried about herself, thinking that she, who just got out of prison, will not be able to find a job because of her previous convictions. In order to reassure her, he let Jeffrey pretend to be his boss, which dispelled Adele's doubts, although a certain In this sense, Jeffrey is really his own boss.

Jeffrey taught Burlog a lot of things, and the knowledge about the devil came from him, so Burlog always felt that Jeffrey was not that simple, but he didn't say anything when he asked him, so he had no choice but to give up.

"Who will be next?"

He muttered, opened the closet, and it was neatly filled with identical white shirts.

Bolog's "gift" endowed him with a strong resilience. For this reason, he always didn't care about his own safety when hunting demons, and he couldn't die anyway.

Flesh and blood will not die, but his clothes will be damaged. Apart from paying the rent, Burrog's biggest expense is to buy spare clothes. They are of the same style and are bought at cheap wholesale prices.

After tidying himself up, he sat on the bed, facing the wall covered with black cloth.

He opened the beer can he bought last night, took a bite of the bread, got up, and lifted the black cloth, revealing the covered wall.

The walls are covered with countless sticky notes, many black-and-white photos, and some cut-out newspapers. They are fixed by thumbtacks and connected by red silk threads, entangled with each other like a spider web.

Looking at the corner of the spider web, the person in the photo is very familiar. Bologo whispered his name, picked up a pen, and drew a red cross on his photo.

Doron Nord.

This was the last person on the list, and there was nothing for Burlogo to do until Geoffrey sent a fresh message.

Sitting back on the bed, looking at the "great military exploits", Bologo was in a calm mood, and began to think about the next thing.

And then... the end of the internship period.

Bologo didn't know his next direction, whether he would be sent back to the black prison or become a member of Jeffrey, but what was certain was that he couldn't be sent back to the black prison.

Bending down, resting his hands on his face, he looked thoughtful.

The isolated life in the black prison made Bologo completely out of touch with the world. Even with a one-year buffer, he was still at a loss. In this city, he had no friends or familiarity with him. Usually he would visit Adele, but with Adele's death, his last contact disappeared, and he was alone.

There are no demons to hunt, no relatives to visit, and as for family...

Burrog didn't think any further.

After a short period of confusion, Burlogo returned to the living room, picked up a record and put it on the record player, and soon the singing sounded.

Probably because of his experience in a black prison, Bologo is an easy-to-satisfy person with low material desires. His only hobbies are music and recreating historical battles with sandboxes.

Shengteng's singing was full of noise and distortion, but there was nothing to do about it. This record player was a second-hand item found in a second-hand market. It was already a miracle that it could continue to operate.

Humming a song, Bologo thought, this weekend is the end of the internship period, and it is time to decide whether he will stay or not. I have to say that he is still a little nervous. Even in today's rare free time, he doesn't know what to do. Do something.

"Sure enough, I still can't be imprisoned back."

After a short thought, Bologo let out such a long sigh.

Adele's hatred, the suppression of phagocytosis, the possibility of replenishing her own soul... and the most important ones.

What exactly did Burlog make a deal with the devil?
He couldn't remember clearly, as if that memory had been deliberately erased, Bologo couldn't even remember the appearance and name of the devil, he only remembered the existence of the transaction, and he didn't know the content of the transaction.

Judging by the memories, it was all over when Burrog was sober...

In that transaction, Burlogo lost part of his soul and became the debtor he is today.

He still doesn't know what price he paid for it.Is there really only this part of the soul?Or... there are more costs that I have forgotten.

Bologo shuddered. It felt really bad. He didn't even know what kind of "debt" he was carrying. He only knew the lack of his own soul.

As for why I came to this world, that is an even more difficult mystery.

"Then what was the result?"

Burlog picked up the jackknife and played with it casually.

This kind of weapon is very interesting. When it is not unfolded, it is a long metal handle. As the mechanical structure rotates, the metal cover on one side will pop up, and then it will be like a switchblade. The second paragraph " "Blade" will pop out from the inside, the cover plate of the first section will reset to become a "handle", and then the sharp "blade" of the third section will slide out from the "blade body" of the second section.

The cold metal stretched out section by section, placed in front of him, with a heavy killing intent.

Burrog sighed. Waiting is always frustrating.

……

As night fell, Geoffrey stood on the roof, from which he could just see the building next door, and that was where Burlogo lived.

The dilapidated building, the outer walls are covered with moss and vines, and most of the walls are peeled off and broken, exposing the red bricks and stones on them.

"Whether Bologo Lazarus can be hired depends on the results of tonight's assessment."

The voice sounded from behind Jeffrey, and a tall and thin man walked slowly, standing with Jeffrey, looking at the lonely building under the night.

"I don't think he'll pass the exam, Geoffrey," the man said.

"Why? Just because he's a debtor? Yas," Jeffrey looked at Yas and asked puzzledly, "How good he is, I remember I mentioned it to you on the phone."

"I know, but excellence is one thing, and his status is another... I didn't agree with the idea of ​​hiring debtors from the beginning." Yas said unkindly.

Jeffrey didn't say anything. As an old colleague, he could understand Yas's aversion to debtors, or in other words, his aversion to everything related to the devil.

"But we really need such a person, such a person beyond common sense." Jeffrey said seriously.

Yas didn't refute anything, or in other words, it has reached this point, and it is useless to refute, just wait for the result to happen.

"The 'reclamation room' has been completely covered, and now that building has become a part of the 'reclamation room', the next thing is to see how Lebius wants to take the test... To be honest, I hate Lebius more than the debtor Us more." Yas said.

"Damn Lebius."

Jeffrey cursed, but it was just cursing. If that "Lebius" did all this, he has no right to interfere with it.

"Okay, let's watch the show together."

Ass said, he grabbed Jeffrey's shoulders and said casually.

"I bet three hundred Wenger coins that he will die in this assessment, and that weird self-healing ability can't save him."

Hearing this, a strange light flashed in Jeffrey's eyes, and he slowly raised his head, the pressure on his face disappeared.

"I bet you, but I bet he will kill all the guys who get in the way and pass the test."

"Huh? Why are you so confident in that guy?"

Why are you so confident?
With a smile on Jeffrey's face, he asked back.

"Do you know exactly what Burrog's 'gift' is?"

"Self-healing..."

Yas stopped in the middle of his words, and he also realized the problem.

He never knew what Burlogo's "gift" was, but relied on the report to think he was "self-healing".

Seeing his reaction like this, Jeffrey was very satisfied, "Yes, for us, 'information' is the most important thing, even you, you have no right to view Burlogo's file."

"What is his 'gift'?" Yas looked a little impatient.

Geoffrey remained silent, showing playful eyes.

"However, even without the so-called 'gift', I still think he can pass the assessment." Jeffrey said, recalling the scene not long ago in his mind.

That happened shortly after Adele's death.

Jeffrey was suddenly notified that the debtor under his supervision had gone out of control.

At that time, Geoffrey was ready to incapacitate Burlogo and take him back to the black prison, but when he came to the out-of-control place, everything was over.

In the huge warehouse, corpses were strewn all over the place, and a few unlucky ghosts were hanged on the beams, and their death conditions were tragic. It seemed that they had suffered a lot of torture before they died.

Jeffrey found Bologo in the corner of the warehouse. He has turned into a blood man. I don't know what kind of battle he has gone through, but it can be seen that he is very tired, and even the speed of self-healing is slow. Started to slow down, as if really dying.

"Give."

Seeing Geoffrey, Burlogo looked very happy, with his white teeth and blood on his face, there was an indescribably funny feeling.

He raised his hand and handed Jeffrey a piece of paper.

The words on the list were distorted, full of pain and despair, and the black words were soaked in blood, light and heavy.

List, list of demons.

From the mouths of these villains, Burlogo pried out a list with knife and blood, each name was a potential demon, and they participated in the operation of smuggling the Philosopher's Stone.

Getting rid of the memory, Geoffrey actually felt a little excited.

"Bologo will pass. Only when he regains his freedom can he move on, whether it's for Adele's revenge or to complete his own soul."

Jeffrey murmured.

"Any means, no matter the cost."

The "reclamation room" was activated in the distance, and the gray bricks and stones began to move, blocking all the entrances and exits of the building. The fine and cumbersome lines emitted a shimmer, flickering on the walls of the building.

……

Bologo woke up leisurely from the sofa, rubbed his tired eyes, with a slight headache, the room was dark.

He has never had the habit of taking a nap, because Bologo often sleeps the whole afternoon, and when he wakes up, it is a lonely night... It doesn't feel good, every time he wakes up, he feels abandoned by the whole world same.

Stretching and letting out a big breath, before he could completely relax his body, he became alert, every muscle was tense, like a fully drawn bowstring.

Burrog smelled it, a smell of corruption.

Evil, distorted, and decayed, like piles of corpses soaked in stagnant water, the corpse water mixed with blood stains, and mosquitoes and flies were flying on it, making a disturbing buzzing sound.

The taste is so bad, but after Bologo sniffed it, it looked extremely delicious. Just smelling such a smell made him faintly excited, and even his blood became hot.

demon.

This is the smell of the devil.

"The soul is our most precious 'origin'. All changes in the soul will be reflected on the body. People who lack the soul will appear sick, and those who have completely lost the soul, that is, demons, their bodies will become empty. The shell decays unstoppably, just like a living corpse, only by devouring the soul can it stop the decay of the body and satisfy the hunger in the heart.

So many times, you can tell the existence of demons by smell. "

Geoffrey's words rang in his ears. This was what he had taught Bologo. Since then, Bologo has been very sensitive to smells, whether it is incense or stench.

The devil will temporarily satisfy the empty hunger by devouring the soul, so as to suppress the outbreak of manic phagocytosis, but there will still be a faint smell of decay on the body, and then use a lot of perfume to cover it up.

"Demon?"

Burrog muttered, picking up the folded jackknife, his eyes wary.

He didn't know why the demons appeared here, but he knew that there were ordinary people in this building except for Bologo, who had no resistance to the demons, and they would be killed and devoured.

Although your neighbors are annoying, they shouldn't be the devil's rations.

"Am I the savior?"

Burrogo was talking to himself.

Opening the closet, like some kind of magical ceremony, Burlogo put on a white shirt, tied his tie, and adjusted his appearance in front of the mirror, as if he was going to go to work.

Yes, this is indeed going to work, but to be precise... it is overtime.

Opening the drawer in the closet, it was full of cold pocket knives. Burrog likes such weapons, which are deadly and easy to store. More importantly, they don't make too much noise.

Pick up a few pocket knives, insert them into the lined tactical straps, one after another, pick up the black coat, and gather all the deadly sharp edges.

Walking towards the door, bursts of rotten stench overflowed from the gap in the door.

There was no panic on his face, but Burlogo was a little happy.

Others may be afraid of demons, but for Bologo, demons represent the debris of the soul, the possibility of replenishing the soul, and suppressing the onset of mania.

More importantly, it can be reasonably cathartic.

Leaving the bedroom, passing the living room, randomly picked up a record, put it on the record player, the black record began to rotate slowly, and there was a rustling sound of friction.

Pushing open the door, the lights in the corridor flickered on and off. He had complained to the building manager many times, but this guy only cared about the rent and never wanted to repair it.

The usual noise was gone, and the corridor was eerily silent. The yellowed walls were covered with messy advertisements. It seemed that in an instant, only Burogo was left in the entire building.

In the old building, the jackknife scraped against the wall, making harsh noises.

Burrog looked at the doors of the neighbors, and saw that the "doors" had disappeared, replaced by gray concrete walls, not only Burrog's neighbors, but all the doors except Burrog's room were blocked. The concrete walls are blocked, even the windows.

The whole building was sealed and turned into a cage.

"Is it only aimed at my killing array?"

It's unclear how the "demon" did this, but Burlogo was not nervous about it, but relieved, which meant that he didn't have to spend energy on taking care of his neighbors.

After seeing all kinds of extraordinary events, Burlogo quickly accepted the current situation.

After all, both devils and spirits are real, so what is impossible?
Dead silence and rancidity, a strange coldness surged in the closed building, but at this moment, the low bass sound suddenly came from Burrog's room, followed by the undulating drumbeat and the gradually passionate guitar sound .

Hot rock sounded.

When Burlogo first came to this world, he was in great pain. The entertainment items were scarce and "primitive", and the level of technology was not too backward, but when he recalled his previous life, the difference was too much.

It is difficult to change from extravagance to frugality, which is probably how Burlogo felt at the time, but fortunately, there are still some things that Burlogo is interested in in this world.

Like rock music.

"Xieyi is with you like a shadow! Xieyi shares the same bed with you! Xieyi is calling for your desire!"

In the record player, the lead singer sang with all his might in a hoarse voice.

Bologo also hummed the same melody, holding the cold pocket knife like a nocturnal death.

(End of this chapter)