Endless Debt.

Chapter 5 The Grumpy Forensic Doctor

Since Adele's death, Burlogo felt a little irritable, and as time went by, this irritant became more violent, hot, and unbearable.

It felt like phagocytosis, but Burrog knew that the rage came from within him.

Every time he gets new information and punishes those damn villains, Bologo feels his irritability being released, allowing him to gain a short period of peace, but no matter how many villains he kills, his rage is only relieved, nothing been truly eradicated.

Only by ending all this can Burlogo be freed.He kept on searching for Adele's soul.

Adele is different from Bologo. She was murdered and forcibly "condensed". After searching all the way, Bologo never found Adele's soul, which is the so-called "Philosopher's Stone".

This is the name after the human soul "condenses" into a substance, a crystal clear red crystal.

Souls are a bargaining chip with the devil, and such currency is also popular among humans.

The reason why the philosopher's stone is precious is not only because it is an expensive alchemy material, but more importantly, it can be eaten by demons to relieve empty hunger and calm the outbreak of mania.

Part of the gray business in Opals is related to these. They use living people to "sublimate" philosopher's stones, and then sell them to demons at high prices to relieve the symptoms of mania and allow them to maintain their human form.

The list that Bologo found was the sale record of the Philosopher's Stone, and he also killed the demons on the list one by one.

"Ninghua" cannot completely bind the human soul, only the devil's "blood contract" can completely control a person's soul, so Adele's soul will "disappear" sooner or later, return to freedom, and nothing left It seems how long it will take to completely evaporate and "disappear".

But after working with Jeffrey for so long, Bologo also knew some secret knowledge. For example, alchemists have many methods to prolong the existence of the Philosopher's Stone and slow down the speed of evaporation.

Adele's death is a foregone conclusion. What Burlogo wants to do now is to find her philosopher's stone as soon as possible and free her soul.

Every day and every second of delay made Burlogo extremely anxious, and he began to become irritable, cruel, and crazy.

Jeffrey often said that Bologo had mental problems to some extent, and he could successfully hunt demons every time, but the process was terrible. I remember that the two had talked about similar jokes before.

"You're like an excellent doctor."

Jeffrey praised.

"But it's a pity that he is a forensic doctor."

It sounds weird.

But when did you become like this?This way, you can always get things done, but there will be some troubles.

When he came to this world?Under the blood pact of the devil, when you sign your name?Or when he came out of the dungeon?
Or... when Adele died?

Burlogo was too lazy to think, and had no time to think.

The figure sprinted past, setting off a gust of wind, blowing up the advertisements pasted on the wall, making a clattering sound.

Burrog rushed all the way, and the annoying smell became stronger and stronger, almost making him breathless.

His current way of thinking is very simple. Burrog doesn't care who these demons are, where they come from, and where they are going. There is only one idea in his mind.

Kill them all, leaving no one behind.

A hoarse growl came from the corner ahead. Burrog could smell the devil, and the devil could also smell the soul. Although it was incomplete, it was worth their madness.

Rushing out of the corner, as expected, a sharp scream sounded, and it collided with the jackknife, sparking dazzling sparks.

The two figures were close to each other, wrestling with each other.

The strength of the opponent was great, and Bologo was unsteady in his steps, and was almost knocked down. He slammed into the wall fiercely, turned around and left, and was hit by a sharp sickle right after the wall, leaving a slender dent .

"Friend, you look hungry enough."

Boluoge retreated, and the other party was completely exposed to the field of vision. Under the dim and flickering lights, he was extremely hideous.

It was a demon that had already left its human form. Under the distortion of the "hollow", the opponent was like a huge arthropod insect.

The head was distorted into an indistinguishable shape, and the lower jaw opened to an almost distorted angle, revealing sharp, dense, shark-like fangs, with dark red blood stains remaining between the teeth.

The arm is completely deformed, and the forearm has mutated into a sickle-shaped blade like a praying mantis. If the jackknife hadn't blocked the attack just now, Burlogo might have been chopped off in the middle.

The demon's body arched, ready to go like a wild beast, setting off a howling wind.

Without any hedging, like cavalry colliding, Bologo didn't stop.

The light of the knife passed by, sparks burst out, and under the successive impacts, the arm holding the knife was numb from the shock, and Bologo's offensive was suppressed, and the opponent's strength and speed were much stronger, and the two sickles staggered. With a swing, Burrog couldn't breathe.

Fortunately, the narrow corridor restricted the demon's swing, otherwise the pressure on Bologo would be far greater than it is now.

After another heavy blow, Burrog's figure retreated, and the jackknife in his hand was indestructible, completely shattered, and the fragments bounced off, scratching Burrog and piercing the demon's skin.

The broken jackknife was thrown, and without accident, it was easily chopped off by the demon, but at the moment it fell, another dazzling white glow passed by, bringing up a large amount of blood.

Burrog kept swinging the knife, and the new jackknife was drawn.

The sickle is hard and sharp, but the part connected to the flesh and blood is not so strong, it is still flesh and blood, and the jackknife can cut it open.

"Come closer, come closer."

Provocatively, Burlogo opened his coat, took out another jackknife from his strap, and held it in his backhand.

Two pocket knives intertwined to form a cross shield in front of him.

The narrow corridor confines and protects the demon, and Borrog cannot go around and attack the weak position behind it, nor can he circle it.

Either go backwards or go forward.

The "hollow" will distort the demon's body, as well as that poor mind. This demon has been hungry for too long, and his body has become so alienated, so there must be very little mind left.

Like a beast.

Burogo was the first to break the deadlock. He stood up rashly, swung his jackknife, and slashed at the head.

Such a rash blow was easily blocked by the demon. Relying on instinct, another sickle swung, taking advantage of the flaws exposed by Bologo, and slashed at his waist. Bologo could only lift it and was held back. The pocket knife in his hand barely blocked the blow, but the pocket knife held backwards did not stop, but continued to swing upwards.

The sharp sound cut the eardrums, the blades rubbed against each other, the sickle was deflected, and the pocket knife held backwards also jumped over the top of the head, throwing a circle of knives, and was held in the hand.

This is not a rash attack, but a premeditated feint.

It was too late for the demon to return to defense, and half of its body was exposed to Burrog's jackknife, and then it lost the perception of half of its body.

Slowly moving his head, he saw that the entire left arm had completely collapsed, and a sharp jackknife was deeply embedded in the flesh and blood, cutting into its flesh and blood, splitting the muscles and bones together, like being struck by a thunderbolt. The body of the big tree that hit it was broken in half, and the wound extended to the waist and abdomen, and the wriggling internal organs could be vaguely seen.

There was a shrill howl, which made Bologo dizzy. The demon tried to lift the broken left scythe, but the jackknife was deeply embedded in it, and he couldn't release it with any strength.

It held Burrog on one end, dragged him forward, knocked Burrog out of the stairwell on the other end, and fell down from the floor along the spiral staircase.

He bit the jackknife on his left shoulder and pulled it out forcefully, blood spurted out, but it seemed as if it couldn't feel the pain, its crimson distorted eyes poked out of the floor, searching for the fallen Burogo.

Without a trace, Borrog disappeared, but then it realized that there was something more in its field of vision.

A mirror, a smooth mirror that appears between the eyes.

Soon the scarlet blood covered the mirror and dripped down.

This is not a mirror, but a silver blade.

Burrog grabbed the edge of the railing with one hand, hung himself in the air, held the jackknife in the other hand, and pierced the devil's head the moment it poked its head out.

He tore it off with all his strength, and the remaining consciousness made the demon resist, but it was of no avail. Bologo turned over and rode on the demon, holding the jackknife tightly in his hand, not letting go for a moment, and still Try to use force to widen the wound.

The two got entangled together, bumped into each other in the stairwell, and finally fell into the main hall on the first floor.

Dust and debris rose up, and in the blur, Burrog walked out of the smoke and dust, holding the head of the demon in his hand.

Taking a long breath, he casually threw his head aside, and Bologo looked around, and there was silence, and then a whisper broke the silence, and a hideous and weird shadow walked out of the darkness.

Demons, demons beyond count, so many that Burlogo didn't even bother to count them.

The rancid smell is suffocating. Without exception, these demons have decayed to a certain extent. Their consciousness and form are completely distorted, leaving only the hunger for the soul.

It looks grotesque and has everything, some like sick ordinary people, some like insects, some like wild animals, and some like a combination of twisted limbs, and Burlogo doesn't even know where its head is .

It was a crazy freak show.

The hoarse voices overlapped and covered Bologo's body like a wave of sound. He didn't have the slightest fear in his expression, but his body was shaking.

Trembling with excitement.

The bright blue light rose from the mantis-like demon's corpse and merged into Borrog's body, filling his heart with a sense of satisfaction, making the restless void fall into peace.

With the thinking of a normal person, when facing these demons, in such a situation, it seems that there is only prayer left.

Burrogo was indeed praying, too.

"What god to thank, what day to thank."

He muttered nonsense, took off his coat, let his body stretch out, the jackknife in his left hand was placed in front of him, and the jackknife in his right hand was raised high, with the back of the knife close to his shoulder.

"Thank you so much."

Bologo thanked him sincerely.

In his eyes, this is no longer a strange demon, but a group of fragrant food, just waiting for Burrog to eat.

But just when Bologo was about to slash and slash these demons with his knife, there was a slight metallic sound.

At first, there was only a slight rubbing between two pieces of metal, but soon, it seemed that there were thousands of iron swords rubbing against each other. Under the powerful swing, they scratched each other, one after another, and made rattling, eardrum-tearing, metal bees. song.

The bright cold light flashed past, and the next moment, the demons surrounded by Boluoge fell down one after another, as if being split by an invisible blade, the limbs collapsed from the body, the internal organs fell to the ground, and the smelly blood mixed with water The broken bones spread evenly over the ground like a creeper.

Bologo froze in place, the breeze brushed over his body, bringing a chill, and then came the sound of footsteps from the darkness.

The sound came from the dark corridor on the first floor. The cement wall sealed all the doors and windows, turning it into a straight narrow passage.

A huge sense of oppression overflows from the narrow passage, overwhelming the sky.

Absolute silence, without the slightest sound, even breathing stagnated for a short time.

Silent, breathless, formless, nothing, there is only a terrifying sense of ferocity from the dark, and they charge forward wielding knives, guns, swords and halberds.

"These demons are no longer suitable for your assessment. It is only a matter of time before you kill them all."

An indifferent voice resounded from the darkness. Along with the sound, there was also a chilly glimmer of light. Through the glimmer of light, Bologo could see its appearance clearly.

Burrog didn't know if it was a man, or a demon, or some kind of monster that he didn't know either.

The pitch-black steel was shaped into a helmet with a wolf's head. There were bursts of faint blue light emitting from the gaps in the helmet, as if some kind of spiritual body was lodged in it. It stood like a human being, with jet-black manes all over its body. As it moved, those bristles rubbed against each other, making that steely buzzing sound that Balogo had just heard.

That's not a mane, but sharp blades. They overlapped and covered its body, turning into a wolf wrapped in sword blades.

"Find me and you will be free."

With relentless eyes fixed on Borrog, a voice rang out, and then fell into dead silence again.

In the long period of silence, no one acted rashly, and uneasiness grew in his heart until bursts of singing came from the top floor.

"The night hangs on your shoulders, and your name is engraved in the darkness!"

The singing is like a starting gun, and the tight bowstring is released.

Burrog swung his jackknife, cutting out a trail of silver light, and the piercing buzzing sound hit his face.

(End of this chapter)