Endless Debt.

Chapter 81 The Tranquility of the End

"Punishment and peace..."

Ke Dening was thinking, with sadness on his face.

Bologo's words reminded him of a long time ago, when the "Humans" was just established, he and David wandered in the dark alleys, plundering one soul after another.

Kedening washes his hands every day, and he keeps washing his hands until his hands are red from rubbing. He doesn't stop, although they are clean enough, he still feels dirty, and there is dirty blood hidden in his nails, and it is difficult to remove them even if he pulls them off.

"I think... I can understand that too."

He is serious. Kedening still remembers those gloomy days. Every day he would wake up from nightmares, look at the pedestrians on the street through the gaps in the curtains, and he always felt that the messenger of God was watching him, ready to help him at any time. Lower the penalty.

Kedening lived in uneasy fear, but after a long time, he didn't know whether he was used to this kind of life, or he was numb to the fear of punishment.

The punishment did not come, and the scale of "people addicted" is getting bigger and bigger, and countless philosophers' stones are circulating every day.

Kordning also joked with David, "God is either dead or doesn't exist."

David doesn't have that much psychological burden. He is a pure mercenary. He said, "Then I prefer a world where the gods are dead."

"Why is it dead?" Ke Dening asked.

"So he at least existed."

Kodening shook his head, putting those bad memories behind him, he murmured.

"My wife has some mental illnesses. She often does some hurtful things. Whenever she is awake, she is in pain and blames herself. Because of this, she is always depressed and even thought about suicide."

Ke Dening did not lie, this is the truth, the distorted truth.

"Sometimes I'm thinking, she should also be thinking, as long as she dies, no one will be hurt, and she doesn't have to condemn her heart every day and live in fear."

"Your... wife?" Burrog said.

"That's right, that happened a long time ago. An accident caused her to suffer from such a disease. Fortunately, Jinny is still very strong, and she has persisted," Kedening said, "The theater is named after her." of."

"You love her very much."

"Of course, I'd get my hands dirty for her."

Kodening spoke words that only he himself understood.

"Then you sound pretty happy," said Borrog enviously, "and I'm a complete wretch."

"My friend's good deeds were not rewarded, but died in a murder... Kodening, you know? Sometimes I feel that the damn thing in the world is here."

Burrog cursed under his breath.

"In fact, the misfortune of life is not the worst. The worst thing is that you are constantly doing good, treating everyone sincerely, and loving everything in life...but you don't get any affirmation or reward.

If you are a wicked person, you have burned, killed and looted all over the place, so that when you are punished, you may breathe a sigh of relief and say something like 'I deserve it'.

But you have always had good intentions in your heart, but you suffered the misfortune of fate, which smashed your head and blood.

This kind of thing will inevitably make people confused, people can't figure out the meaning of their existence, and even the things they are obsessed with seem no longer reliable. "

"That sounds awful," Kodnin said.

"Yeah, it sucks, so I'm often cranky and angry."

Burrog looked at the hurried streets, and Adele often said that she had a distorted sense of justice, which seemed to be for the execution of justice, but this justice was not justice, it was more like a personal venting of anger.

She often teased Burrog, if Burrog was an angel sent by God, he must be a villain angel too.

Villainous angel, Bologo thinks that's a cool word.

This was the result, the result of what had happened to Burlogo, who was resentful of everything, pounding door after door with his fist.

"So have you found the answer?"

"I found it," Bologo said after pondering for a few seconds, "If fate smashes my head, then I will turn around and grab its throat. God doesn't exist anyway, so why should fate be afraid?" Woolen cloth?"

"I'm not going to die, I have plenty of time to rectify this."

Burlogo made jokes that Codnen couldn't understand.

"Bologo, your violence can't solve everything. The world is big, and your own fists can't defeat all the villains." In memory, Jeffrey once commented.

"So what? You can't defeat all the villains, and you just fall into confusion and pain? No, no, Jeffrey, it shouldn't be like this."

At that time, Burlogo retorted like this.

"Destroy what I can see first, and what I can't see, and then fight slowly."

Burrog thought he was downright cool when he said that, like a irascible philosopher pursuing his own paranoid reasoning.

The world is a ring, and Burlogo is a boxer who can't be beaten.

"Sounds really good." Ke Dening said.

The door of the flower shop was pushed open, and Burlogo saw Palmer standing at the door, facing the room, as if he was communicating with someone.

"I'm still sorry that I have let down your heart."

Seeing this, Burlogo opened his mouth and made a concluding remark for this conversation.

"It's nothing, there are always some surprises in life." Ke Dunning said.

"But I'm definitely going to see the reenactment," Burlog emphasized.

"Oh? Repeat?" Kedening's eyes were a little confused. He looked towards the street and said in a somewhat joking tone, "Maybe tomorrow night will be the last scene of "The Wandering Mouse"?"

"The last scene? Then you might as well give me a spoiler." Burrog laughed. He took the so-called "last scene" as a joke.

Kodening shook his head at this.

"Need secrecy?" Burlogo said.

"No, it's just that I didn't think about the ending."

"Ah? There's going to be a performance tomorrow night, haven't you figured out the ending yet?"

Bologo was surprised, what's going on with these creative people.

"It's not that I didn't think about the ending. I wrote a few manuscripts, but I always felt unsatisfied, as if I almost had something."

Kedening is also very melancholy about this. He is like the wandering mouse in the story, wandering between the normal world and "people-loving". The pressure of the order bureau and the urging of the king's secret sword make him unable to calm down. Finish this last gig.

Kedening is often tortured by a huge sense of fragmentation, and sometimes even has hallucinations.

"Don't you need to rehearse?"

"No need, although I didn't think about it, but in my plan, the last scene will be Bart's monologue, and it's enough for me to perform alone." Ke Dening said.

Burrog stood up, Palmer was already waving to him.

"Is that your friend?"

"Probably, to be precise, it's the driver." Bologo said with a smile, which shows that Palmer has a low status in his heart.

"Actually...sometimes I feel that I don't love my wife."

Just when Bologo was about to leave, Kedening said abruptly.

Bologo turned his head, and Kedening still had that calm expression, as if he didn't notice what he had just said.

"I know she is in pain. If I really love, as she said, I should give her peace, but I... I don't know whether I am selfish and want to occupy her forever, or say I was timid and didn't dare to face the future without her, so I forcibly kept her in shackles."

Ke Dunning was expressionless.

"The pain continued, her pain and mine, the pain of many people, were intertwined and continued, and sometimes I comforted myself, at least Jinny was still alive, at least I could still hug her.

But what is this feeling?Occupational lust?Fear of the future?Or is it wishful thinking on my part? "

He seemed to be reading the lines of the script, but Ke Dening read very badly, without the slightest feeling, like a cold repeater.

In Kedening's eyes, the world has become two images, one is a crazy and dark hell, and the other is a stage for carnival.

"Bologo, I think... I think that even though God doesn't exist, the villains should also be longing for it, longing for the moment when punishment comes."

Ke Dening said quietly.

"At the end of their lives, they were finally able to stop fleeing and calmly accept the arrival of peace."

"Ke... Kedening?"

Bologo looked at Kedening worriedly, and Kedening blinked before he realized it, and he said embarrassedly.

"Sorry, I'm thinking about the plot, and I'm a little fascinated. I often do this, immersing myself in my own world."

"Wow, professional! As expected of a creative."

Bologo praised, as for whether Kedening sighed from the heart, or for some so-called creation, he should be the only one who understands.

"See you again when we have a chance, Ke Dunning."

Boluoge waved his hand, bid farewell to Kedening and walked towards the flower shop. Kedening got up slowly, his eyes were gloomy, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

He also got up to leave, but looking at the maze-like Opals, Kedening felt terrified and confused, not knowing where to go.

……

In the small restaurant near the flower shop, the three of them were sitting at a small table in the corner, their eyes colliding with each other.

"Palmer, you bastard, how many times have I told you not to tell you not to come here with me?"

In the end, the conversation among the three began with the man cursing in a low voice.

"What do you mean by following you? I just happened to come here to buy flowers. I just happened to meet an old colleague. I just happened to have time to catch up with my old colleague."

Palmer had a flower in his mouth, looking shameless.

While the two were scolding each other, Bologo carefully observed the man. The man was wearing a suit similar to Burlogo, just like an off-duty employee. He had a more ordinary appearance and wore glasses on his face. When he was silent, he gave People have a rigorous and reliable feeling, but when they look away from the man, it seems that they have been deliberately forgotten, and the image of the man keeps collapsing in his mind until he disappears and returns to zero.

Can it be secret?Burrog doubted.

After a simple friendly exchange, the man turned his attention to Burlogo.

"Then who is this?"

"My new partner, Borogo Lazarus."

As Palmer said, he put his hand on Burlogo, looking like a good brother. At the same time, he did not forget to introduce Burlogo.

"Bologo, this is Church Bolton, my former partner."

The two looked at each other for a second, nodded at each other, and they knew each other.

There was understanding in Burrogo's eyes, and sympathy in Church's eyes. For some reason, they clearly knew each other's thoughts even though they didn't say a word.

Church sighed, looked at Palmer in disgust, and frowned.

"Although you are a damned bastard, Palmer, you have to admit that you still have a bottom line. You won't intrude into my private life so unintentionally...so is there something wrong?"

Palmer messed up his once-a-week date, and Church was willing to listen to his explanation before punching Palmer in the face, out of an old relationship.

"You've been sent to investigate a factory on a wharf for a while, aren't you?" Palmer said.

"That's right, what's wrong."

"I need more detailed information that you can't write on the report."

Palmer put away his smile, and said seriously and seriously.

"We'll raid there tomorrow night."

(End of this chapter)