Endless Debt.

Chapter 525 Fantasy and Reality

Burrog leaned on the chair, closed his eyes and meditated. Taking advantage of the leisure time, Burrog tried to recall his experience before joining the army, and gradually cleared up those vague days in his mind.

Just like a film dug out from the ruins, the dust on it is carefully wiped off to restore the true face of history.

Palmer leaned on the side to read a book. In order to kill this boring time, he brought a lot of books and read them one by one according to his customized reading plan.Burlogo didn't expect that he actually had a reading plan. Palmer looked like the kind of guy who had something to read.

Amyu sat at the back of the car, admiring the scenery along the way. This was her first train journey, and the time that others thought was boring, for her, every minute and every second was full of novelty.

Jeffrey and Lebius stayed in their small room, studying the actions after arriving at the Freeport. The last trace of the tenth group was in the Freeport. I don't know what difficulties there will be in finding the way.

Uriel was in the deepest part of the carriage. As the communications officer of the operation team, she nervously took charge of the communications, shutting herself in the closed room day and night.

Uriel will hardly step on the frontal battlefield, avoiding all supernatural conflicts, so as to stay away from the threat of death, but this does not mean that Uriel's job is easy, on the contrary, she needs to turn herself into a hub, connecting huge The information network, every time it is activated, will cause a lot of burden to her spirit.

Time passed silently, a tinge of red appeared on the edge of the sky, and the train drove into the night. Under the dark night, countless sparks rose on the distant horizon.

The murmur of running water came from under the night, so loud that even if Bologo couldn't see the river, he could hear it.

He looked down at the map. If Bologo was right, the nearby river was also one of the branches of the Rhine.

The great river called the Rhine starts from the ridge of the mountains, flows through the vast land, and finally reaches the free port and rolls into the sea.

Under the scouring of the river, the land that Bologo passed was flat and fertile, suitable for agricultural production, and was called the land of fertile soil.

Fertile land...

When he noticed this name, Bologo had a complicated expression. In retrospect, when he passed by here, it was a scorched earth, full of death.

67 years have passed, and the land full of trenches and horses is full of crops. Everything has changed beyond recognition.

The train whistled loudly, interrupting Burrogo's thoughts. The scenery outside the car window flew by, and the brightly lit platform came into view. The train arrived at the next station and stopped temporarily.

Passengers got off and boarded, the crowd was bustling, and no one noticed the carriage at the end...not everyone.

The man was afraid of attracting the attention of Bologo and others, so he only looked at the carriage from the corner of his eyes.

His expression was serious, with the wind blowing, the man wrapped his brown coat tightly, picked up his suitcase, and squeezed into the train with other passengers.

The train rumbled into motion, and the man sat quietly in his seat, waiting until the train drove into the wilderness, before moving slowly.

Irwin woke up and rubbed his eyes vigorously. The passengers around him had changed, and now a strange man was sitting opposite him.

The moment their eyes met, the man avoided Irving's sight, but Irving quickly examined the man as if he didn't care about the man at all.

This is Irwin's bad habit. He always likes to look at other people, and imagine the other person's story in his mind based on their appearance, temperament, and style.

Even in the carriage, the man still did not take off the hat on his head, trying to hide his face in the shadow of the brim of the hat, and he quickly averted his gaze, Irving felt that the man might be a person who hates socializing.

He wrapped himself tightly, even his bare palms were covered with gloves, and he held the suitcase tightly in his arms...

Irving thinks that men may not only hate socializing, so they strictly protect themselves and avoid the eyes of others. He may also be avoiding trouble.

Spreading his thinking, Irving took the man as the blueprint in his mind and imagined stories related to him.

As a poet, Irwin needs to use reality as the cornerstone of his creation, and add some wonderful fantasies... The reality is too cold, and the stories he writes are also cold, which needs to be adjusted by gentle fantasies.

What's in the suitcase?

Irwin guessed that from the man's actions, the suitcase was very important to him. With his style and attire, Irwin imagined the man as a bomber.

Ok?The identity of the bomber is reasonable enough to correspond to the various behaviors of men.

After the fantasy was over, Irwin stretched his body vigorously, letting his stiffened muscles relax.

Taking out the notes from his pocket, Irving quickly wrote and drew, writing down the content of the character he had just imagined, and at the same time, Irving greeted the man.

"hello."

Irwin likes to do this. After fantasizing about the man's story, he talks to the man to see what the man's true identity is. He likes the contrast between fantasy and reality.

"..."

The man raised his head slightly, and there was a look from under the brim of his hat, but he remained silent.

Seeing that the man didn't respond, Irving chatted about something else, "My friend, are you going to Freeport too? That's a really good place."

The man didn't want to talk to Irving very much, so he simply nodded and still said nothing.

"okay."

Irving wrote down the man's reactions in his notebook, and then drew a question mark.

During Irving’s journey, he met many people and created many characters based on them. Some people are willing to chat with Irving about what they have seen along the way to understand their real side, while others are silent like the man in front of him. Silent.

For this kind of thing, Irving doesn't want to force anything, everyone has their own privacy.

The atmosphere was a bit awkward. Irving smiled at the man apologetically, then got up and left. He was a little hungry after sleeping, and he was going to get some food in the restaurant car in front.

The man kept staring at Irwin from the corner of his eye until he left the carriage before turning his eyes back to the suitcase in front of him.

If it hadn't been repeatedly confirmed that Irwin was just an ordinary person, the man would have thought that he would have been exposed as soon as he got in the car. He was relieved, and after a while, the man became nervous again.

The man stood up with the suitcase, walked down the narrow aisle, and walked toward the rear of the car.

Every time he took a step closer to the rear of the car, the pressure in the man's heart increased, as if there were a group of monsters living in the rear of the car, and he was about to step into the tiger's mouth.

As an alchemist, it was the first time for a man to be in charge of negotiating, let alone negotiating with the Bureau of Order.

Passing one car after another, the man soon came to the rear of the car, and the door was locked. This was expected by the man. He knocked on the door as if he was visiting a friend, making a dull sound.

"who are you?"

An icy voice came from behind, and the chill passed over the back of the man's neck. He took a deep breath and kept calm. He really deserved to be a field worker of the Order Bureau. The man didn't even notice the approach of the other party.

The other party reacted so quickly, he should have noticed him when he was close to here.

The man slowly put the suitcase on the ground, then raised his hands and said to himself.

"I'm Dua Achill, and I'm here on behalf of the Brotherhood of Truth."

"Why did you come here?"

Something slightly hard hit Dewar's back. He guessed it was a gun. The muzzle moved slowly and landed on his heart. As long as he moved slightly, the opponent would penetrate him from the back. heart.

"For the original thing, you are also chasing that thing, right?"

Dewar knew that he couldn't play tricks with the field staff, not to mention that he was not that capable, he was just an alchemist who was transferred temporarily, and he was still playing with his experiments at home a few hours ago.

"The monk of truth will have information related to it, and you will need it."

"Oh? So what? What do you want from us?" The other party asked unhurriedly.

Dewar became tough, "I need to talk to your team leader about this in person."

Fearing that the other party might not trust him, Dua continued, "The relevant information is in my suitcase."

The other party picked up Dewar's suitcase, but did not open it immediately.

In the silence, Dewar felt the bulge on his back move away, and the other party put down the muzzle of the gun, which made Dewar take a long breath, and then the other party picked up the suitcase and passed him.

If Dewar read correctly, the other party still had a banana in his hand.

Bologo pushed open the car door and motioned for Dewar to come in. Several people in the room had already noticed the conversation outside the door, and sat silently on the chairs, with a depressing breath blowing over them.

Dewar already regretted taking on this mission. He usually avoided this group of field staff, but now he had to be in the same room with them, which made him restless.

"Just sit down."

Burrog looked relaxed, and after handing the suitcase to Lebius, Burrog found a place to sit down, peeled the bananas, looked at Dewar, and took one bite after another.

(End of this chapter)