Endless Debt.

Chapter 504 Lazy Belphegor

Boluoge can be sure that he is still in the reclamation room. Facing this somewhat warm scene, Boluoge laughed to himself.

A sunny hotel?
In the depths of the reclamation room?What a joke.In such a contrast, the life-and-death escape just now seemed to be an illusion.

Bologo took a long breath and moved his body. His psychological acceptance was gradually improving. After a simple complaint, he began to investigate the hotel.

Being able to hide in the depths of the reclamation room, Bologo doesn't think it's just a simple inn. It hides any secrets, but Bologo hasn't discovered it yet.

The front desk of the hotel was empty, except for a record player. With the rotation of the vinyl record, the man's old singing echoed in his ears.

Burrog hummed softly along with the voice, "Mother, tell your children not to make my mistake."

This song sounds good, it seems to be a man's self-confession, and a warning to those who come.

Bologo looked towards the corridor on one side. Doors were lined up on both sides of the corridor. Even here, Bologo could hear the whispers in the room.

The hotel is full of people.

Bologo was not interested in knocking on the door to say hello for the time being. He walked towards the glass door facing the front desk. The frosted glass blurred the outside scene, and the warm sun set, filling every place evenly with soft light.

Burrog held the doorknob and tried to open the door. He found that the door was not locked, but it was a little heavy.

A weak gap was opened, and the deadly high temperature covered Burogo's palm in an instant, and the skin was scalded in an instant, and many blisters appeared.

Burrog watched without changing his expression, and what he could see through the gap in the door was still a pure light.

familiar light.

Like a ghost, Bologo endured the pain and opened the door further. The gap in the door gradually widened, and even the first ray of sunlight fell on Bologo's arm.

In an instant, uncontrollable pain was released from the position where the light shone, and then the raging fire engulfed Burrog's arm.

Accompanied by severe pain and burning, Bologo realized that he was too familiar with this light, as if he had spent many years with this light.

Burned to ashes by the light, and reborn from the ashes.

The broken information was pieced together again, and the true history was restored, but this intense pain did not give Burlogo time to think. He tried to extinguish the fireworks, but this only made them more vigorous.

Suddenly the pain disappeared, and then Bologo's entire burning arm fell off his body, as if an invisible blade cut off Bologo's arm, leaving a smooth wound.

The burning pain of the fireworks covered up the pain of the severed limbs, and Bologo didn't even feel anything. He fell behind and thought he would fall to the ground, but Bologo heard a crisp finger snap, and then he slapped his butt. Sitting on a soft sofa.

The burning limb did not fall to the ground, but was suspended in the air. The fireworks continued to burn, turning the limb into a ball of fire until it was completely reduced to ashes, and there was no longer any flammable substance.

"Huh... It's terrible, you almost destroyed my hotel."

A familiar voice sounded, and a guy in a nightgown appeared at the front desk. He looked lazy and was smiling at Bologo.

Burlog knew this face and his voice, but Burlog could be sure that the mysterious being in front of him was definitely not him, not Palmer.

The snake scale liquid expanded from the body, and the cold scales covered Bologo's body. He held the sharp sword with his only arm, and pointed the sharp end at the enemy in front of him.

"Don't be nervous, Mr. Lazarus, I just saved your life."

The visitor spread his hands and smiled.

After finishing speaking, he raised his eyebrows, and his eyes signaled the mass of ashes exuding the lingering warmth.

Burrog was silent for a while, he disarmed and sat back on the sofa that appeared out of nowhere, ignoring the presence of the comer, his eyes locked on the mass of ashes.

The broken limbs were quickly revived, and Bologo was bare-armed, and a lot of broken information was connected together at this moment.

Burrog whispered, "A light..."

A light that ended the wrath of the scorched earth and caused the sacred city to fall.

Burrog asked the visitor, "What is this light?"

"Burning light, a curse from King Solomon, burns all the matter it touches, and it cannot be extinguished until it is completely destroyed."

The visitor replied directly, which also explained why he cut off Bologo's arm. Once the light spread to the whole body, it became extremely troublesome to deal with.

"Bright..."

Burrog covered his head, and the vague and lost memories gradually became clear.

Burrog thinks that the human brain is like an enormous library, and memory is the books that fill this library.

Human beings cannot remember all their memories all the time, so the books written by human beings for these memories have been given different names. Some people name them after dates, some people name them after life stages, and some people name them after their experiences. named after the big event.

When a person wants to recall something, as long as he recalls the "book title", he can find the corresponding book in this huge library and recall the whole time.

But when you don't know the title of the book, you can't find the corresponding book, just like no one knows what they don't know.

No one can remember what they have forgotten.

The burning of the light and the name of the brilliance made Bologo confirm the authenticity of his guess. It was not an illusion, nor was it a rumor.

A ray of light rose from the ground and burned everything, leaving only myself struggling in the sea of ​​flames, dying, resurrecting, and dying again, until after a long long sleep, I woke up in the black prison.

"Closer..."

Borrog murmured that he was one step closer to the truth of history.

At this time, when he moved his gaze back to the glass door, the warmth of the full light remained.

"The light has been burning for so many years, and it still hasn't burned out... This is a seal, isn't it?"

As Bologo said, his pupils trembled slightly, and he thought of the evils of this world in the abandoned land, the Foehn that could destroy everything, and the ashes piled up like a sea.

And the old city buried deep in the ashes.

He began to understand why no one has found the "red dragon" so far. Maybe the "red dragon" is hidden in the ruins of the sacred city, but once entering the sacred city, he will face the light. , will usher in destruction.

Whether it's the evil in this world, or the outpost of impasse, or even the hotel I'm in, it's a shining part of the seal.

"It's also part of the deal."

Bologo was talking to himself, he looked at the person who came, and Bologo had already realized the identity of the other party.

"Which of the devils are you?"

"People in the world call me many names, world viewer, connoisseur, bystander, grand recorder..."

Along with the narration of the visitor, his face is also changing rapidly, Palmer, Amy, Jeffrey, Bailey...

The faces of all the familiar people in Bologo flew on the faces of the comers, and the voices of the comers also changed with the faces.

"I wish, Mr. Lazarus, that you would call me by my real name."

The visitor still didn't make any concealment, frankly disturbing Borrog, he stretched out his hand and said invitingly.

"Lazy Belphegor."

Bologo took a deep breath, he finally saw the devil hiding in the Bureau of Order, and Bologo had a preliminary understanding of his deal with the Bureau of Order.

The two hands were clasped together, and even though the other party knew his name, Burlogo replied habitually.

"Bologo Lazarus."

Belphegor's face paused on Palmer's face again, and he showed a seemingly familiar smile, but this smile lacked the cheap feeling, and instead had a little more mystery and evil.

"I finally see you, Mr. Lazarus."

Belphegor hugged Burrog's hand excitedly, and said.

"I am your fan."

Bologo's expression remains calm, he has become used to the cheers from these psychopaths, even if the other party is a devil.

"Are you a fan again?" Burrog said without showing any weakness, "Do you need me to sign for you?"

"of course."

Belphegor's smile widened.

(End of this chapter)