Endless Debt.

Chapter 68 The Appearance of Horrified Soul [Thanks to Dimo ​​Gaogen for the addition of the Silver League]

"Good morning, Jeffrey."

Burrog tried to steady his breathing, greeted Geoffrey, saw the figure behind Jeffrey, and said again.

"Is that Baldr?"

The protective clothing of the sublimation furnace core all looked the same. These people didn't take the initiative to talk to him, and it was really difficult for Burrogo to distinguish them.

"It's me, good morning, Bologo." Badr stepped forward and nodded slightly.

"I guess you came here at Bailey's order? Don't think about it, I'm sure I won't go."

Bologo bent down and touched the ground lightly. Two pillars rose from the ground. Bologo sat down directly, and the other one touched Palmer's waist, and there was a scream.

"No, this time I'm just here to give you a gift as an apology."

As Baldr said, he picked up the suitcase, as if deliberately showing it to Bologo, he deliberately revealed the logo of the Sword of Thorns.

Bologo originally wanted to refuse and send Bader away, but after seeing this strange sign, he had to admit that Bader had done the right thing, and he successfully attracted Burogo's attention.

"What's in there?" asked Burrog.

"Masks, masks that every Field Service employee needs," Bader said.

"Ah? Mask," Burlogo turned to Jeffrey, wondering, "Is there such a thing? No one told me."

"I'll tell you when I'm ready," Jeffrey explained.

"You also know that we live and fight in the city, and the issue of personal privacy is quite important, so when we act, everyone will wear a mask to hide their identity, and it will become a kind of crime over time. Tradition."

"Everyone in the Field Service has their own mask, and so do I, and so does Palmer."

"Then what does your mask look like?" Burrog suddenly asked curiously.

"Me? I haven't been on the field for many years, and I don't know where I lost the mask." Jeffrey said perfunctorily.

Seeing Jeffrey like this, Burlogo also knew that it was hopeless to ask, so he turned to look at Palmer.

"You just joined the Field Service Department, and you have your own mask?" Burlogo didn't know about it at all.

"Me? I have always had one. Although the Crow's Nest is not a field service department, it is more or less a department that often goes out to the field. This tradition has also spread to us."

Palmer sat unsteadily on the cylinder, took out his pocket, took out a ball of crumpled black cloth, and put it directly on his head, completely covering his face, leaving only two holes for his eyes exposed.

Like a gangster ready to rob.

"that's it?"

"if not?"

Palmer, with his casual attitude, loves his mask so much, boasted.

"It's just a mask. It's convenient and practical. When necessary, I even use silk stockings as a mask. It's very convenient to put it directly on my head."

Burlogo ignored Palmer's voice, the man was beyond help.

"This is a kind of tradition, not only to protect our own face, but more importantly, this is also the posture we show to the enemy," Jeffrey added at this time, "The enemy will remember our mask, so choose The mask thing is quite ceremonial."

"They will give us some strange code names based on our masks. For example, in the early years, I was called 'Tiger Eye'." Jeffrey rarely revealed his past.

"Is that so? Sounds good."

Burrog looked at the suitcase marked with the Sword of Thorns, and then at Baldr. He knew the purpose of the sublimation furnace core very well, he said with a smile.

"So this is your first step in seducing me?"

"It's just a friendly exchange. Of course, after this, if you are willing to communicate with us more deeply, that would be even better." Bader responded.

Burrog took a deep breath and narrowed his eyes.

Yangmou, this is an outright conspiracy. Sure enough, that crazy woman won't let her go so easily. What's worse, Bologo is really tempted now. Facing this unknown sign, he thought for a while. No reason for refusal.

What will Bailey use to impress herself?

"Open it and have a look to see if your gift is sincere," Bologo said, and stopped urgently, "But before that, I want to ask, what does this logo represent? ?”

In the Bureau of Order, every sign has its relative meaning, which Burlogo knows very well.

"Remember what I said before? Bolog, your 'gift' is like an incomprehensible alchemy matrix. Similarly, there will be that kind of alchemy weapon that we cannot understand, isn't it?"

Geoffrey's words carried another layer of deep meaning, and Burlogo quickly understood.

"You mean..." Bologo wanted to say something, but because of his lack of knowledge, he didn't know how to explain his intention for a while.

"In the transaction with the devil, the trader sometimes gets some objects with mysterious power, and uses these objects to satisfy his wishes.

For example, a writer, he hopes he can write a best-selling story, then the devil gave him a typewriter, as long as the story written by it will be fascinating.

We collectively call this kind of thing a contract, an extraordinary entity born from a blood contract with the devil. "

Jeffrey looked at the logo of the Sword of Thorns, feeling a little chill in his heart.

"But the devil has never been so kind, has he? The contract is a double-edged sword.

A writer can write crazy stories, but such stories also fascinate him. He will type the article day and night until his fingernails are broken and the machine is soaked in blood, until he dies in front of the typewriter.

A contract object is probably such a thing, it can bring power, but it also has a corresponding price.

It is also complicated. Some contracted objects do not cause too much harm and are beneficial to us, so they will be used by us. Some contracted objects are extremely dangerous, so they will be contained by the Safe Containment Department . "

As Jeffrey's voice fell, Bader picked up the suitcase and continued to preach.

"About the danger, please don't worry. Like I said, this is a gift that we have carefully selected, and you will definitely like it."

As Badr said, he opened the suitcase, and Burlogo's curiosity was completely aroused. As the suitcase was opened, the contents inside were exposed to his eyes.

Nothing surprising happened. A mask was placed inside the black sponge block. According to Burlogo's knowledge, this should be a fasting mask worn by mental patients.

The main body of the mask is black leather. Unlike conventional masks, it only covers the nose and mouth. The surface of the leather is slightly cracked. There is a gap in the left half, but it is rewound by the bent wire. The overall surface has many Dark stains, like traces left after dried blood.

At the snout and nose is a hollow, in which mottled rivets are interspersed and interspersed, and some rivets are slightly bent, like a wild beast with sharp fangs.

Burrog reached out and took it out. So far, nothing unusual has happened.

But if there is something weird about it, then it is the thick blood on the mask, which can be felt. Some people have tried to wash away the dark blood, but no matter how many times they wash, the thick blood seems to be completely soaked. The mask, blending with it.

Just by smelling this smell, one can vaguely hear the sound of blood dripping.

This kind of thing was originally used by wild beasts to prevent them from biting humans, but now it is used on humans themselves... humans who are like beasts.

"This thing is called 'The Face of Scary Soul', and it was recovered from a mental patient. He made a deal with the devil, hoping that the devil would help him escape from the mental hospital, and the devil would endow his mask with power. Anyone who looks directly at the mask will feel horrified fear.

Relying on this power, he broke out of the mental hospital, but the contracted item has a price, it can make those who look directly feel fear, and similarly, the person who carries it will feel the same fear.

And he fell into complete madness and violence in endless fear, driven by hunger and madness..."

Speaking of this, Badr stopped and said instead, "In short, this is the story of this mask. We think its power is very suitable for you, even if the price is the same."

"This thing doesn't sound too bad." Palmer muttered.

No one present knows the power and price better than Palmer. He is entangled with good luck and bad luck. Whenever he drowns, he will always get such a short respite and continue the unfinished torture.

"Do you want to try it? Bologo." Jeffrey followed Bologo's thoughts and asked him.

"Fear? Will the wearer and the person who sees it feel the fear?"

Burrog touched the mask, and the leather surface had a strange sticky feeling, as if oil was constantly oozing out, and he could still feel a little temperature, as if the mask was alive.

"That's right, according to the tests of the Safe Containment Department, this fear effect will continue to intensify with the injection of ether, and the backlash will also intensify." Bader said.

"At its most intense, it can evoke even your deepest fears."

Boluoge nodded half-understood, without any warning, he put on the mask directly, the moment the leather and the skin fit together, the weird sticky feeling reappeared, and the mask seemed to come alive for a moment, and Boluo Ge's skin stuck together.

"Bologo!"

Jeffrey exclaimed, no one thought that Bologo was so decisive that he didn't give people time to prepare.

Bursts of deep breathing sounded, and a weak air flow overflowed from the intersecting blood-stained rivets, bringing a condensed aura.

The three of them couldn't help but stare at Bologo, and at this moment, in their vision, Bologo changed.

The familiar face was no longer there, but some kind of evil and indescribable abomination existed instead. Without any reason, everyone instinctively felt frightened and disgusted.

The twisted and screaming mist wrapped Bologo's face, and there was a chaotic and complex look in the mist. Like a hallucination, everyone saw different horrors in the mist.

Fortunately, the sublimation people are not so fragile. This kind of strange feeling only existed for a moment, and their minds stabilized again, but the sense of horror still lingered in their minds.

The sound of breathing gradually rose, like a bloodthirsty beast.

"I love this gift."

A dull voice sounded, and Bologo seemed to be the incarnation of fear in the human world, with a deep cold green light bursting out of his eyes, turning into an evil spirit walking out of the story.

(End of this chapter)