Endless Debt.

Chapter 505 Movie Lovers

Lazy Belphegor.

Bologo didn't expect that he would see the devil in Nethaniel's mouth so soon, and he began to wonder whether the life-and-death chase he had just experienced was secretly manipulated by this devil.

Belphegor signed a blood contract with the Bureau of Order. Since then, he has lived in the depths of the reclamation room, and the Bureau of Order will also get his seat and participate in the disputes among the devils.

"I have wanted to see you for a long time, Mr. Lazarus."

Belphegor walked ahead, leading Burrog through the corridor full of doors, "But you also know that I can't directly interfere in the world, let alone after signing the blood contract with the Bureau of Order, according to the blood contract, I can't leave here without the permission of the decision-making room."

As Nethaniel said, the Bureau of Order restrained the devil... only temporarily.

"I finally saw you."

Belphegor glanced over his head, his expression wildly delighted.

Bologo's expression was a bit serious. Unlike the Zongge Orchestra who came to attack him, Bologo guessed that those people should be affected by the protection of the devil, so that they could always maintain that morbid sense of enthusiasm.

They said they were their fans, which was more of a joke and banter, but the Belphegor in front of him was different, and Burlogo could really feel the enthusiasm in him.

Belfinger in this state is very similar to Palmer. When Palmer picked up the newspaper of the blue jay's new book and yelled at himself, there was almost no difference between the two.

At this point, Burlogo can be sure that Belphegor is really his fan.

Burrog asked tentatively, "You don't think I'm a 'red dragon', do you?"

"Oh……"

Belphegor froze for a moment, then moved forward again, "You actually know this, it seems that Nethaniel really trusts you."

He continued, "No, I'm not like my brothers and sisters, I don't care about the 'Red Dragon' any more than I care about the outcome of this feud."

Belphegor had nothing to hide, even the secret of the devil's dispute, he didn't care.

"As for you, there are not so many complicated purposes. I really just like you very much and am your fan."

Burrog stopped in his tracks. Facing such frank words from Belfinger, Burrog didn't relax at all, but the pressure doubled.

The more enthusiastic and unintentional Belphegor's words were, the greater the pressure in Burlogo's heart. If Belphegor was beneficial to him, then he could start with his own interests and find a way to fight Belphegor.

But in fact, Belphegor treats himself with a pure fan mentality, as if he can derive some kind of pleasure from himself.

Faced with such a completely unknown, crazy and weird existence, Bologo couldn't think of a corresponding method at all, not to mention that he had no ability to fight against the devil.

The powerlessness of this kind of thing beyond self-control annoyed Burlogo very much.

"A devil fan... how flattering," Burrog said. "Are you trying to get my soul?"

"Soul? How is it possible, that's so boring."

Belphegor clarified his purpose, "What I long for is your sight."

It was the first time Burlogo encountered such a strange request, "It sounds like a perverted voyeur."

Belphegor responded with a smile, "I'd rather call myself a good-taste audience."

"Your hotel is full of people... what's behind the door?"

Burlogo didn't want to get entangled in Belphegor's perverted hobby, and instead asked about the hotel.

As his own fan, Belfinger is happy to explain his doubts, and Burlogo needs to seize this opportunity to explore as many secrets as possible.

This inn has a great eccentricity. It is located in the reclamation room, but Bologo feels that this inn is not part of the reclamation room, it is independent.

Like the wandering fork in the tyrant, this inn may also be some kind of devil's land, with its own strange rules, completely controlled by Belphegor.

"Behind the door are my guests," Belphegor said, "and those interesting souls will end up here in eternal sleep."

"Is that your 'collection'?" Burrog asked.

"Well... more like a derivative of the collection," Belphegor was eager to let Burrog see something, and waved at Burrog, "Follow me."

Balogo had little choice. He followed Belphegor through the noisy corridors.

For a moment, Burlogo felt an inexplicable sense of absurdity.

The change in the reclining room, the rush of life and death, the reunion with the light, and the devil in front of you...

This series of events took place within an hour, hitting Burlogo's nerves one after another, and even numb his consciousness, as if he no longer had any emotions in his heart.

Burrog asked coldly, "Did you do it?"

"What do you mean?"

"Whatever happened to me just now," Burlogo said, "doesn't look like a coincidence in retrospect."

"I'm sorry, I scared you. I can't help it. The Bureau of Order forbids me to contact you. I really can't see you without resorting to outrageous means."

Knowing all the answers, Belphegor turned around and bowed to Burlogo apologetically.

"What should I do to extinguish your anger, suicide?"

Before Burlogo could answer, Belphegor grabbed his hair with one hand, stretched his neck slightly, and the flesh and blood were torn apart by the force, and even his face began to distort.

After a shuddering sound, Belphegor pulled off his own head and held it in his hands. There was a lot of blood dripping from the neck section, soaking his clothes in an instant.

Belphegor continued, "Is this okay? Or is it more stringent?"

"Stop it, it doesn't make sense."

Burrogo shook his head expressionlessly. Devils are not bound by human values, and the so-called dignity is not worth mentioning to them.

Belphegor wasn't apologizing, he just thought it would be funny, or expected Burlogo's reaction to the situation.

Belphegor was a little disappointed by Burlogo's indifference, but then he had a greater sense of expectation for Burlogo.

He just held his head like this, and walked forward with a lot of blood on the ground. At the end of the corridor, he ushered in a fork in the road, and then turned to the white gate.

"You're going to love what's in there."

Belphegor said mysteriously, he put his head under his armpit, and slowly opened the door with both hands.

Burrog stood in the empty space. I have to say that Belphegor did give himself a surprise. Looking at the huge screen like a high wall, Burrog could never have imagined that the depth of this hotel It turned out to be a movie theater.

"wait a second."

Belphegor placed Bologo in the most suitable position for watching movies. He put his head on the seat next to Bologo, and then ran into the darkness behind him in a hurry. He didn't know what he was looking for. .

"What do you think? This should be the best movie theater in the entire Oath City Opals, no, in the whole world."

Belphegor said excitedly.

Burlogo didn't answer. He sat in the auditorium and looked around. Except for the auditorium and the screen, the surroundings were filled with endless darkness, as if the space in this movie theater was more than that, but most of it was covered by darkness.

In the corner, there was a mountain of cassettes, some of which had been damaged, with film spilled out and tangled together like seaweed stranded in the shallows.

Belphegor's body came back, holding a heavy box in his hand, then opened it in front of Burlogo's eyes, and took out one movie after another.

"What do you want to see? Mr. Lazarus, I have collected all the films since the invention of the film."

Belphegor is extremely confident about his collection, "Whether it's directed by a famous artist or an experimental work by a student, we have everything here."

The box seemed to be a bottomless pit, and soon the videotapes piled up beside Belphinger into a hill, and he hadn't stopped digging.

"There are still these treasures," Belphegor took out a few movie posters, "these are autographed by the directors. In order to get these, I also worked hard at the beginning."

"Those bloody peddlers just want to charge a higher price for them," Belphegor went on to grumble, before he chuckled. "Of course, they paid for it."

Burrog felt incredible, "Are you still a movie lover?"

"To be precise, I am a lover of all artistic creations."

Belphegor put the box aside, put his head back on his body, and sat down beside Burrog.

"Whether it's music, comics, books, movies...even if it's a copy of the midday radio station, I have a collection."

Belphegor snapped his fingers, and a serving of popcorn and a carbonated drink appeared out of nowhere in front of Burrog.

"Oh wait, I remember you like orange juice, don't you?"

Belphegor snapped his fingers again, and the carbonated drink turned into a glass of iced orange juice.

"I'm starting to wonder what you're going to do?"

This is the truth, facing Belphegor, Burlogo always has a sense of absurdity, no conspiracy, no nefarious purpose, Belphegor is like a pure lover, sharing his collection to himself .

An avid fan, showing off his treasures to his idol.

The most damning thing is that Burlogo and Belphegor are like-minded to some extent. If he is not a devil, there is no such complicated relationship between the two, and Burlogo is even willing to have a good chat with Belphegor.

"Oh? You will understand soon, that's why I try to invite you here."

Belphegor found the remote control, pressed the switch, and the projector started to operate, throwing a snowflake on the screen.

Under the gray light, Belphegor said softly.

"Mr. Lazarus, do you like poetry?"

(End of this chapter)