Endless Debt.

Chapter 80 The Power Beyond Everything
"So your idea is to take me to the agreement area. Is there something wrong with you?"

In the end, Bologo was dragged into the car by Palmer, and the two drove through the streets of Opus, heading towards the agreement area.

"Did you see the name on the bottom of the file? The guy named Church Bolton," Palmer said.

"what happened?"

Bologo remembered that name. At the bottom of every report of the Bureau of Order, there was the name of the reporter.

"You may not believe it, this guy is my former partner. He and I were the twin stars in the department at the time, and we completed the tasks perfectly every time. If it wasn't for my damned 'gift', I would have been promoted and added paid."

Palmer tells the story of his former partner.

"This guy has a problem. He likes to chat with the target very much, literally chatting. His secret power is very interesting, and he can easily penetrate into the enemy's interior. It is probably because he is daring, he especially likes to go deeper. To dig out the target, such as understanding the target's thoughts, personality, past."

Palmer yelled loudly.

"It's like the kind of perverted killer often played in movies. Before hunting down the target, one has to learn about a person's life in detail. After all, this person's life is ended by him."

"Speaking of which, what's the difference between you intelligence officers and assassins?"

Burrogo suddenly realized this, these iron whistles who were good at penetrating were like deadly poisonous snakes.

"It doesn't make much difference, it's just whether you are given the right to fire during the mission, but usually we leave the work of firing to the Field Support Department, and there are specialties in the field, right?

Back to my partner, he's called 'The Faceless Man'.

His behavior of chatting with the enemy is prohibited by the regulations. Doing this kind of behavior during the operation will undoubtedly increase the risk of the mission. Crow's Nest is different from the Department of Field Service. Our department in charge of important intelligence has strict rules. . "

"Laughing with the enemy? It sure sounds bad," Burrog said.

"It's pretty bad, so I guess, this guy must have wandered around in that warehouse a few times, and maybe met a few new friends... But he can't write these in the report, and he will be asked to write a review Yes," Palmer explained.

"So we're going to meet him now and dig out what he knows?" Burrog said.

"That's right, don't worry about this guy not talking. As his former partner, I have a lot of his dark history in my hands, and he will be obedient."

Palmer laughed out loud. Compared with the "faceless man" in his mouth, he is more like a pervert at this moment, and he is still that kind of obscene pervert.

"He's your partner! Is that how you treat him?" Burrog was surprised.

"To be precise, it's the former partner, and you are the current partner." Palmer drove at a high speed, crossing one intersection after another. "Anyway, they are the former partner, so it's better to squeeze the remaining value."

Burrog looked at Palmer with strange eyes. The bastard Palmer was worse than he imagined. If he couldn't keep it, he would secretly collect his dark history, although Burrog felt that he didn't have that kind of thing.

He always felt that as long as he lived a bright and honest life, and guaranteed that no one would die, Bologo would not be troubled by any black history.

The so-called life is magnanimous, probably so.

"Lycra" stopped slowly on the street in the agreement area. Burogo glanced at the street sign and found that it was not very far from Kedening's theater. He could walk there for a while. He was wondering whether to go and say hello.

If it weren't for Palmer's tossing, Burlogo would have wanted to see Kedening and tell him that he couldn't come to watch the show.

It may be because of his love for Kedening's performance, or his feelings for "The Wandering Mouse". Sometimes Burlogo feels that he regards Kedening as a friend, although the two have only met once.

Unlike Palmer, who is optimistic but somewhat negative, Bologo is an optimistic and positive person. Just as he said to Seri in the Undead Club, he will not resist because of his identity as an undead He is more willing to enjoy the present, because Adele taught him this way at the beginning.

Instead of anxiously waiting for the gloomy future, it is better to dedicate everything to the present.

It has to be said that Adele had a great influence on Burlogo, just like some kind of spiritual mentor. She didn't teach Burlogo any lofty ideals or sacred ideas, but just told Burlogo how to live That's all.

Therefore, Adele's shadow is full of Burlogo's life, just like a teacher, mother, friend...

"Did you see that flower shop?" Palmer pointed to the flower shop on the corner of the street.

"Well, what then?"

"There's a girl named Afia in the flower shop. My partner has a crush on that girl." Palmer raised his hand and glanced at his watch. bouquet of flowers."

"Are... are you following him?"

"Why, don't make me sound like a pervert," Palmer quickly defended, "Who do you think the helmet you are wearing now belongs to? I dragged him to this flower shop before."

Palmer went on to complain, "Then because of my 'gift', we were rear-ended while parking, and he was in the hospital for a week, and he hasn't been in my car since then."

"It's really his misfortune to have a partner like you." Bologo said in his heart, and he felt deep sympathy for the "faceless man" he had never met.

"I think he should be inside, you wait for me outside."

Palmer walked towards the flower shop as he spoke, and Burlogo was not idle either. He got off the sidecar and stood at the door of the flower shop, waiting for news from Palmer.

A few minutes later, the door of the flower shop was pushed open, but walking out of it was a guy that Burlogo hadn't expected.

The man was holding bright flowers in his hands, with a smile on his face, and he could feel that countless beautiful fantasies were playing out in his mind.He has a wonderful date tonight.

Bologo looked at Kedening who was holding flowers, and was very surprised.

Kedening didn't notice Bologo, lowered his head and sniffed the flowers in his hand, took two steps, and keenly felt Bologo's gaze, he turned his head, and the two looked at each other.

"Bo... Bologo?" Kedening recalled for a few seconds.

"I thought a celebrity like you wouldn't be able to remember me." When Kedening called out his name, Bologo was even more surprised.

"No, I remember every audience who supported me." Kedning said.

"Really dedicated."

Bologo lamented that he likes dedicated people, and experts should be like this.

"A date?" Burrog asked, glancing at the flowers in his hand.

"Well, I brought it for my wife. She likes flowers very much." Talking about his wife, Kedening's eyes were full of tenderness. "Tomorrow night is the end of "The Wandering Rat". She and I will have a good celebration."

"Speaking of which, do you have time to come and see?"

Kedening still remembered the pleasant chat, and he looked into Burlogo's eyes.

"Sorry, I have to miss the appointment."

Bologo was very frank. He glanced at the bench beside him and then at the flower shop. He asked, "Do you have time to sit?"

Ke Dening hesitated for a moment, but he still nodded.

"of course."

……

I don't know what Palmer was doing in the flower shop. He didn't come out for a long time. Burrog was unexpectedly idle, and sat on the bench with Kedening, chatting.

"My job...you can understand it as a private detective, hired by someone, and then go to investigate some cases."

Bologo said casually that he felt that he was not lying, but that he had made some modifications to the correct facts.That's what Palmer taught him.

"Private detective? It seems that you have taken over many bizarre cases, and I really want to have a good chat with you when I have time." Ke Dening's eyes sparkled a little.

"Is this what your creators call 'going out to collect materials'?"

"Almost, fantasies are based on reality, and we can't dream up a perfect story," Kodning said. "Even the story of "The Wandering Mouse" is based on my own experience, isn't it?"

"Indeed." Burrog nodded.

"So... are you going to deal with any important case tomorrow night?" Ke Dening asked.

"Almost, a very important case."

Talking about this, Burlogo's tone was obviously a bit heavy.

Ke Dening glanced at his watch, "I still have plenty of time, are you interested in talking?"

Bologo was silent for a while, and the anxiety in his heart followed him like a shadow. He felt that he might need a vent.

"My friend is dead," said Burrogo abruptly.

The smile on Ke Dening's face froze, and the roar of traffic on the street gradually faded away, as if the two were isolated from the world.

"She was murdered. I have been tracking down the whereabouts of the murderer. Tomorrow night I will raid the residence of a suspected murderer... That's it."

When the words came to his mouth, Bologo realized that his words were pale. He didn't want to recall all this nightmare. Bologo just didn't have the strength to tell it, which was too heavy.

"Feel sorry."

"You have nothing to be sorry for. The one who should be sorry is the murderer," Bologo said, looking at the flowers in Kedening's hand, "She also likes flowers very much."

"She means a lot to you."

"It's very important. I used to have a little mental illness... probably a mental illness. She helped me out of the haze," Burrog recalled the good things. "She is a very good person with a devout faith. I've been helping her all my life."

"I don't believe in any gods, but under her influence, sometimes I even have some expectations for the so-called gods."

Burrog laughed as he spoke, his indifference was no longer there, he meant it from the bottom of his heart.

"But I sometimes feel that she doesn't believe in God at all."

Suddenly, Burlogo said another completely contradictory statement.

"Why?" Kedening asked.

"It's very simple, because God doesn't exist, for her, God is more like a symbol, a kind of spiritual sustenance.

She talked with me about this, and she always felt that there is a power in this world that transcends everything, beyond life and death, beyond hell and heaven.

It was a power that would punish everyone who did wrong fairly, and she believed in that power. "

Burrog shook his head.

"I don't believe in this. If there is such a power, then this should be a world where good and evil are rewarded. There is no need for judges and firing squads. When you make a mistake, there will naturally be thunder across the sky and burn you to pieces. With an empty shell."

Bologo turned his head and looked at Kedening with longing. "Later, I saw her and saw the smile on her face when she did good deeds. For a moment, my restless heart calmed down. I think I understand."

"This kind of power may not exist, but I can understand why she believes this, because it can make her inner peace, and it can make those who believe it feel a rare peace."

"It's like... some kind of bondage, it binds us." Kodning said.

"No, it's a warning, a sword that hangs high above your head," Borrog denied, "God is watching everyone, so when you do evil, you bind yourself with that unknown punishment .”

There was despair in Burrogo's voice.

"Unfortunately God does not exist, so there is no punishment for evil deeds and no reward for good deeds."

(End of this chapter)