Endless Debt.

Chapter 480 Daily life
Opening his eyes, Bologo rubbed his eyes and got up from the bed. He has always been a very self-disciplined person. Whether it is a working day or a rest day, he always gets up on time. Biology is as strict as a precision machine.

Open the curtains, the warm light fills the room, bringing a sense of warmth that I haven't seen for a long time, and it brings warmth to the body.

It has been half a month since the bad vacation in Fengyuan Heights. Looking back now, it seems that all this happened yesterday. Burlogo simply missed it, stepped on his slippers, washed his face and brushed his teeth.

On the third day after his return, Palmer was discharged from the frontier nursing home under emergency treatment, and then he collapsed on the sofa in the living room, screaming continuously, missing his hometown.

Maybe it's what's called homesickness.

Burlogo could understand Palmer, but only a fraction.

Fengyuan Heights is indeed a good place, but for the current Bologo, he is not willing to live there for a long time. It is a beautiful land, everything is beautiful, but it does not belong to Bologo after all. .

All the traces of Bologo's life have been left in the city of oath, Opus. This weird and distorted city that is still expanding wildly is his destination.

In the morning light, Bologo stretched vigorously, his muscles relaxed and stretched, and he felt full of strength. Then he changed his clothes and went downstairs for a morning run along the street.

Bologo can be regarded as the first group of people to wake up in the city. The streets were empty and there were not many people. After Bologo finished running, the city slowly recovered.

Back at the apartment, Burlogo opened the refrigerator, took out the ingredients, and made breakfast in the kitchen. He ate very simple, bread and jam, fried a few eggs and sausage, and poured himself a glass of iced juice.

Picking up the plate and putting the breakfast on the low table in front of the sofa, Burlogo turned on the radio. After a short electric current, the time was precisely connected together, and a familiar voice sounded.

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

The moment he heard Durdle's voice, Burlogo felt more relaxed than ever.

From waking up to now, everything is carried out precisely according to the schedule, and everything is firmly in my hands.

During this short period of time, Bologo seemed to be the master of all things, controlling their operation.

Burrog closed his eyes and leaned back on the couch, which felt so good that he felt a little sad when he thought that the delicate routine would be broken next.

Duddell's opening narration is over, and the next is the music environment. When the first song sounded, Burlogo turned up the volume, hummed along with the radio, walked to Palmer's door, and knocked hard. After a few clicks, the sound of waking up came from behind the back door.

Palmer opened his eyes, and his eyes were bloodshot red. After he said those words to Woxilin, he seemed to have untied a part of his heart. During this period of time, he didn't drink too much.

It might also be because Thurley has been away lately.

After Palmer was discharged from the hospital, the first thing he did was to go to the Undead Club, intending to ask Seri what happened, but Weier said that after several people left, Seri also went out, and he has not come back yet.

The irritable music came from outside the door, causing Palmer a headache. He always felt that the low ratings of Duddell's morning radio were related to his style of music selection.

Palmer thinks that normal people should listen to some soft music to soothe their mood in this warm and warm morning, instead of engaging in some heavy metal rock, as if going out is not going to work, but to go to war.

But yes, Burlogo is not a normal person, and their work is not much different from fighting.

Palmer turned over and covered his head with the quilt. Unlike Bologo's minute-to-minute schedule, Palmer was a casual person who fell asleep and woke up naturally.

He still wanted to sleep for a while, but the gradually increasing volume outside the door hit his door like a heavy hammer. Palmer threw off the quilt and looked at the ceiling in confusion.

Palmer breathed out vigorously, and the sound became heavier, like a tractor starting. After the sound of rattling rattling, Palmer came to his senses completely and sat up abruptly.

"Good morning."

Palmer scratched his belly as he greeted Burlogo, and then sat side by side with Burlogo and ate breakfast.

Palmer forked the sausage and stuffed his mouth full, "Is there anything to do today?"

"As usual, patrolling the precinct," Burlogo said, "other than that... the minister summoned me."

"minister?"

"Well, Minister Nethaniel."

Palmer was a little surprised, he didn't expect that Burlogo would be summoned by that mysterious guy.

"Something about work," Burrogo said.

Hearing about the work, Palmer lost interest at all, and continued to pick up food and stuff it into his mouth.

Palmer suggested, "Say, Burrog, can you make something else for breakfast?"

Burrog asked, "Tired of eating?"

"A bit."

Burlogo vetoed Palmer's proposal, "People who are not involved in production are not qualified to make demands."

If it weren't for the fact that it was bad for him to eat alone, Bologo would not have planned to take a share with Palmer, a lazy dog.

When the meal is over and the dishes are piled in the sink, Palmer doesn't do much more, but he does at least do the dishes.

The quality of the dishwashing depends on Palmer's state of mind. When this guy's sleepy mind is muddy, Burlogo needs to do it himself a second time.

If it weren't for the relationship between the two partners, from the perspective of a shared roommate, Palmer is undoubtedly a proper negative equity.

"It doesn't matter, he won't live long anyway."

Burrog often consoled himself in this way.

After tidying up his clothes, Burlogo still looked meticulous. Palmer picked up the car key, put the key ring on his fingertips, and turned it endlessly.

Push open the door and make a "please" gesture to Burrog.

The vehicle drove out of the parking lot and headed towards the Order Bureau. The two chatted without saying a word in the car.

Burlogo asked, "Did you find out what happened to Church?"

Regarding Church's suspicion, Palmer also mentioned it to himself afterwards, because the priority of the matter was not high, and Burlogo didn't care much.

"No," Palmer shook his head. "It's different from someone like me who can chat and tell all his life experiences. Church's mouth is very strict."

"What he doesn't want to say, even if he asks for it, he can't ask for an answer... You know, he is an iron whistle, and torture will not work against him."

To withstand the torture of the enemy in order to protect the key intelligence, this is a compulsory course for every iron whistle.

"Huh? You used to be an iron whistle, but why can't I see it at all?"

Burrog doubted that he still remembered the first time he met Palmer. This guy was not hard-spoken. In order to save his life, he would answer whatever the other party asked.

"It's different, okay, I'm just being more tactful, anyway, it's all wrong information, the other party can get what he needs, and I don't have to suffer the pain of flesh and blood, isn't it the best of both worlds?"

Burrog squinted at Palmer, his eyes full of disdain.

"But how should I put it...Probably everyone has some psychological problems of their own, more or less."

Palmer raised one hand and waved it wildly in the air, figuratively.

"Maybe Church also has his own troubles, but he doesn't want to tell us. I don't think this kind of thing can be too forceful. Maybe one day he will see it and be willing to talk to us."

"I hope so."

Burrog recalled things about Church, he had always been a man with a good memory, but when he recalled Church, all memories were covered with a hazy texture.

If it wasn't for Palmer's mention, Burlogo wouldn't think of this person at all, as if he didn't exist.

Palmer honked his horn, interrupting Burrogo's thoughts, rolled down the window, stuck his head out, and yelled at the car in front of him.

After staying with Burlogo for a long time, Palmer also showed signs of road rage.

Burlog advised, "Be quiet."

Palmer hated the congested roads in the morning, "It's not you who drives in total!"

"I want to drive too, but I don't have a driver's license."

Burlogo spread his hands, saying that it's none of my business, "You don't want to be impounded either, do you?"

"Didn't you ever think about taking a driver's license test? It's not difficult for you, is it?"

What Palmer didn't understand was that Burlogo was a top-notch driver, a brute on the road, but he was always in the co-pilot unless necessary.

Burrog shook his head and explained to Palmer, "You need to think this way, Palmer, if I even take on the driving function, what value do you have?"

After saying this, Burlogo's expression hardened, and he almost wrote "you are completely useless except for driving" on his face.

Palmer's expression collapsed in an instant, and he stared ahead. The silence in the car lasted for a while.

"Play board games tonight, come?"

"where?"

"The Undead Club."

Burrog recalled the recent events, except for the conversation with Nethaniel, there was nothing important...

Life is like this, not every day is fighting and killing, more often, like now, chatting with each other on the crowded road without any nutrition, in order to pass the time.

"it is good."

Burrog replied.

　I'm sorry I'm too tired and fell asleep

　　
　
(End of this chapter)