Endless Debt.

Bologo felt that his mind was in a mess, and even after sorting out his thoughts, he still felt tired. After night fell, he returned to his home with infinitely complicated thoughts, ignored Palmer's greeting to him, and lay down directly. On his own bed, he closed his eyes and meditated, until he fell asleep amidst infinite thoughts.

For several days in a row, Bologo spent time in this muddled state. Fortunately, as time went by, his exhausted spirit revived again, and his fuzzy and chaotic thoughts became orderly.

Bologo rarely confides his troubles to others. Even if you let him chat with others, when the words come to his mouth, Burlogo will feel a sense of meaninglessness and exhaustion, thus refusing to talk.

After a long period of self-digestion, Bologo became more and more good at this matter, and became more and more silent. Few people could understand what he was thinking, and when he dealt with his mood, when the night fell on another day When I woke up, the house was empty, and Palmer was not at home, probably at the Undead Club.

Waking up alone was not a good feeling, and it reminded Borrog of his days when he lived alone in Shenbei.

Bologo got up in the dark, opened the refrigerator, poured himself a glass of orange juice, and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking at the brightly lit bustling city.

In the first year of work, Bologo often did the same thing, standing by the window and spying on the city. At that time, Bologo’s heart was full of a sense of detachment and loneliness. Like a fringe of society, with no friends, no family, nothing worth being associated with.

The only difference between him and the homeless on the street is that Burlogo has a place that can shelter him from the wind and rain.

Now the third year has come, Bologo is in a very different mood, he has friends, if not many, important connections, he has a good job, he has his own in the city hunting grounds.

Burrog is no longer the marginal man he was three years ago, and more and more people have seen him and witnessed his existence.

After getting dressed, Bologo opened the door and left, strolling alone on the street, many pedestrians passed by him, vehicles came and went, and the plaque was shining brilliantly, flickering.

Burrog thought that this was the first time he walked alone on such a road. Usually, Palmer drove, or he used the key of the winding path directly.Now that the Key of the Crooked Path is broken, I don't know when Serai will be able to get a new one for himself.

Sometimes Bologo feels that he is a lonely person, but after careful recollection, the self in his memory is rarely alone.

"So there's a movie theater nearby..."

Bologo looked around and sighed softly. He was too focused on the outside world, and he ignored what happened around him, and he didn't realize it until this moment.

He walked for a while, like taking a walk, and came to the Undead Club slowly. When he opened the door, there was still the familiar carnival atmosphere.

Palmer, Hart, and Thurley surrounded the table, excitedly throwing dice, and then moved the chess pieces to kill monsters in the fantasy story.

"Yo, you're here."

Thrai raised his head and greeted Burrog.

After Bologo came to the bar, he poured himself a glass of water, "How many of you are there tonight?"

Palmer responded, "It should be like this. Kemp said he has training and will not come here for the time being. The same is true for Shelley."

"Kamp has been a little bit wrong recently. The whole person has made progress unexpectedly. Except for work and rest, he basically stays in the actual combat room," Hart said. "He also asked many people for advice on Tai Chi skills. , should be able to master all Tai Chi skills soon."

When mentioning this part, Hart's tone was a little more admirable and envious. Apart from being restricted by his rank, he couldn't master the Taichi skills. According to Kemp's speed, he will soon become an all-rounder.

Hart tried it before, but everyone has different styles and talents, and the difficulty of learning different Tai Chi skills is different. He didn't have the perseverance like Camp, and he gave up after persisting for a long time, and became proficient in one.

"Is that so?"

Burlogo didn't pay too much attention to this matter. In his opinion, Kemp himself is an extremely dedicated field worker, so it is normal to study so hard.

Just as Burlogo was about to blend into this leisurely atmosphere, the door was pushed open, and the doorbell above was driven. Amidst the crisp ringing, a strange yet familiar figure appeared at the door.

Burrog looked at him, and for a moment he couldn't remember who this person was, and so did everyone else, except Palmer.

Palmer looked at that person, was stunned for a moment, and then said in surprise.

"Church?"

With Palmer's yell, it seemed that some kind of shackles imprisoned in people's minds were broken, and information related to the comer flowed out.

Burrogo remembered who the other party was, and it was Church. They hadn't seen each other for a while.

"Huh, you guys still remember me."

Church smiled and said, in the eyes of others, this is a very ordinary greeting, but to Church, it has a different meaning.

"I thought you were missing!"

Palmer stood up, ran towards Church with open arms, and the two hadn't seen each other for a long time since the farewell in Fengyuan Heights.

"I'm not missing," Church waved his hand, "I just went on a long mission."

"I know, just kidding."

Palmer and Church sat at the bar, Serley poured drinks for them cooperatively, Church thanked Serley, and Palmer was used to commanding the night clan lord.

With Church's arrival, the game was suspended, and several people talked endlessly about recent events, but soon these topics were exhausted, and then several people told jokes.

Like a stew, one person just finished telling a joke, another one told another joke, and the laughter continued, repeated stacking, and everyone laughed loudly and coughed.

Palmer's performance was the most extreme. He almost cried tears of laughter, and then lamented the absurdity of this world.

"By the way, have you seen her?"

Palmer elbowed Church, "You are just a familiar customer to her. I haven't seen you for a few months. Could it be that she has forgotten you?"

Church was silent for a moment, then said, "I've been there."

"And dare not come near?" Palmer beamed. "Yeah, it would be too bad if she didn't recognize you."

In the past, when Palmer said this, Church would definitely be angry, but this time Church didn't say a word, and the hot atmosphere just now became much cooler.

"Hmm...I'm still thinking about it."

Church whispered, but he didn't explain what he was thinking.No one can guess.

Palmer's expression became awkward. He just wanted to tease Church. It seemed that he really hurt Church. He didn't know whether to apologize or give Church some advice.

"Why don't you... give it a try?"

Palmer's eyes flashed. He wanted to help him as a partner for a long time, but Church refused to do anything, and his temper was too stubborn.

This time Church still didn't answer, just sipped his head and drank his wine. Seeing this, Palmer couldn't say anything more. The atmosphere was stiff for a few seconds, until the drunk Serley called a few people to continue the game again.

Burrog felt that Church did not come here to listen to Palmer's advice. He should, like himself, want to find a relaxing atmosphere and rest here for a while under heavy pressure.

Church looked away, and he noticed Burrog in the shadows. Burrog raised his glass, and Church also raised his glass to him from a distance, greeting him silently.

In another corner, Bode was sitting on a chair, and Weier was curled up, as if in a deep sleep, but her eyes were open, and a few gold coins were placed in front of her.

Weier said, "Want to take a gamble?"

Bird said nothing, but he reached out and pushed the coin to Val's cat's paw.

For the undead, wealth means nothing to them, but sometimes he is willing to make some ridiculous bets for a little bit of meaningless wealth.

Burlog loves the vibe, and he's starting to realize that the world needs idiots, and it's great that they can dilute Burlog's pressure.

Yes, that's it, the world needs a lot of no-brainer comedy in addition to serious drama.

Bologo has completely relaxed, and the whole person is drowsy. In his hazy consciousness, whether he wants to spend the night here tonight or not, under the extreme leisure, many things that Bologo has forgotten are slowly crawling out. mind.

Compared with the astronauts and the crowd, they are not an important problem in themselves, so they did not arouse the slightest vigilance of Bologo. When they exploded in his mind, Bologo trembled, as if waking up from a nightmare, I broke out in a cold sweat.

Burlogo forgot one thing.

A very important thing.

For so many days in a row, I didn't think of it at all.

Just when Bologo noticed this, the door of the Undead Club was pushed open again, and a slender figure stood at the door. Her arrival instantly chilled the joyful atmosphere. Hiding the breath of anger.

Her gaze was like a torch, and wherever she went, everyone looked away, not daring to look at her, and before Bologo could make a move, she accurately grabbed Burlogo who was hiding in the darkness.

Amy!

God, how could I forget her!

Burrog's mind was screaming. In the battle of the Wordless, Amy and Burrog fell together. According to the past, after he was discharged from the hospital, he would definitely visit his comrades. Sanier stopped him and met with the crowd.

Shocking news filled Burrog's head, and he didn't think about anything useful except for these things for a few days. For this reason, he pushed the matter about Aimu into a corner.

Boluoge became inexplicably flustered. He would not be like this before. Amyu glanced at Boluogo, and the blue halo in his eyes tightened slightly, as if he had some kind of night vision function, covering Boluo Ge's shadow is as thin as a layer of paper.

She sneered in her heart, without saying anything, she walked directly to the back of the bar, poured herself a glass of orange juice, and then walked slowly towards Burogo.

Bologo felt his muscles tense up, and his breathing began to slow down. In the past, he would only have such a reaction when attacking and killing someone. Others also stopped the game, maintaining ridiculous and stiff movements, He looked around from the corner of his eyes.

"Scenes like this are rare..."

Palmer said to himself in his heart that he was very happy to see Burrog's jokes, just like he was laughed at by Burrog when he was in Windy Heights, and this was a round.

Amyu sat next to Burlogo holding the cup, turned his face to the side, instead of the expected anger, he looked concerned.

"You look fine," Amy said. "I thought you were lying in the frontier nursing home? So you've been back a long time ago."

Burrog felt his voice distorted, "Sorry, I've been a little busy recently, so I forgot to see you."

"Are you nervous?"

"A bit."

"why?"

"Because I forgot to visit you."

Unknowingly, every time after waking up from the frontier nursing home, Bologo would take a look at Aimiao. Because of the cooperation of the two, once Bologo died in the hospital, the Aimiao who overlapped with him would probably also get hurt.

Burlog gradually developed such a law, until this time he completely forgot it.

"I thought you'd be angry."

Bologo read in Irwin's book that it is difficult for you to understand what women are thinking. They are like the wind. When you try to grab them, they will escape from your fingertips.

Irwin's words are very beautiful. If he hadn't known Irwin's thin emotional history like a propaganda paper, Burlogo would have believed Irwin's words, but he thought that Irwin was dancing with a devil. I admire Irving inexplicably, and feel that Irving's words can be believed to some extent.

Burlog is not Irving, and Amy is not the devil, and Irving's story is useless.

Amyu said, "Angry? How could it be?"

Burrog felt that Amy was lying, she deliberately turned into a body of steel, and Burrog couldn't judge her expression at all.

"Relax, I won't eat you," Aimiao took a sip of orange juice, "It's good to see that you're fine."

Burrog said emphatically, "I am undead."

"Then this undead..."

Amy suddenly stretched out her hand, and in her sly smile, shimmering light floated on Amy's fingertips, and the nails slowly slid across the back of Burlogo's hand, bringing itching and numbness.

"You're still nervous," Amyu read the vague emotions, with surprise in his voice, "Are you still... guilty?"

Burlogo said from the bottom of his heart, "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry."

Amyu narrowed her eyes, and the light lined up in a horizontal line in the slits of her eyes.

Burlogo's sincere reaction disrupted Amy's plan. For several days, Amy stayed at the Undead Club, reviewing her plan in her heart every day. Under her exquisite emotional control, Amy Myu would conquer Borrog completely.

She felt like a soldier who was attacking the city with all the catapults to attack the towers. In the end, the war really broke out, and the opponent's door was opened wide, with a load of generous gifts, which made Amy feel a little embarrassed.

"Oh, you're so boring."

Amy put away his thoughts, and hammered Burlogo resentfully.

"what happened?"

"You are so sincere and straightforward, even if I want to use this to say something, I can't make any request."

"Isn't that good?" Burrog didn't understand, "Is there any problem with being honest?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Amy clapped his hands, "That's what it looks like!"

The cold and hard palms became soft, and a vivid expression appeared on Aimiao's face. She complained, "It's hard for me to lose my temper when you look like this."

Burrog is a very stubborn person, but when he realizes his mistakes, Burrog admits his mistakes very quickly. He hardly argues with you, but accepts his mistakes and finds ways to make up for them .

Such people are rare these days.

Amy couldn't be angry with Burrog at all. In that case, she would be deliberately bullying Burrog. Although this is a perverted killer who can laugh when he cuts people, but on this issue, he Be well-behaved like a student.

"what?"

Bologo didn't know it, his way of thinking determined his various behaviors, and he admitted when he made a mistake. Burlogo couldn't think of any problem with this.

It was Amy.

"Isn't it good not to lose your temper?"

Amy was dumbfounded by Burlogo's words.

She didn't really want to be angry, but just wanted to take this opportunity to force the army to form an alliance between the city and the city to advance this difficult relationship. Just when Amy felt that she was going to win, a sudden burst of blood came from the open city gate. There was an army of [-], and a dense crowd appeared outside the city. They came to cooperate with each other and surrounded Ai Miao.The ghost knows how so many people are crammed into the city.

Amyu took a sip of the orange juice, and she complained, "I'm really angry now."

"what?"

Burrog wanted to say something, but the words retracted when he reached the edge of his mouth.

That's weird.

Bologo began to recognize Irwin's words. He could guess the faction and nature of the enemy's secret energy between life and death, and he could see through the enemy's various schemes, but he couldn't figure out what she was thinking.

Suddenly, the warmth and softness grabbed Borrog's hand. Compared with Borrog's rough and big hands, Amy's hands were much more delicate and small. Borrog looked at her and met her eyes.

"You look bad, Bologo."

"I think I'm fine." Burlog said in his heart, "at least for now."

"I mean the bottom of your heart, I can feel it, like a twisted mass of seaweed, entangled you heavily, dragged you into the bottom of the sea, and suffocated you to death."

Amy said, "Need help?"

Burrog fell silent.

Amyu thought for a while, "In other words, is there anything I need to do?"

Burrog thought for a long time, and said, "No, you don't need to do anything."

There was a hint of disappointment in Aimu's eyes, and then Burrog said, "Just sit here."

Burrogo repeated, "Don't do anything, just sit here."

After finishing speaking, Burlog took a long breath, closed his eyes, and continued to feel relaxed. He loved this atmosphere, and Amy's arrival undoubtedly added a lot of warmth to this atmosphere.

"what?"

An inaudible voice sounded from Aimiao's throat. This time, Aimiao was confused, and the circle of light was distorted into strange garbled codes, and flashed quickly.

The stiff atmosphere softened, like a frozen river, and became turbulent again. Palmer and others made harsh noises again, but Burlogo didn't hate it. He liked the noisy environment, full of a sense of life , so that Burlogo seized the earth.

In the other corner of the darkness, Wei'er glanced lazily at Borrog, and silently raised the cat's paw. The cat's eyes were full of helplessness. It pushed the gold coin in front of it back to Bode's body, and the skeleton trembled. A few times, as if suppressing laughter.