Endless Debt

Jingle Bell--

The ringing kept ringing repeatedly in the dark night, as if calling for something.

In the silence and coldness, the ringtone seemed particularly harsh.

Bologg stared at the red phone booth, surrounded by only himself, as if the ringtone was calling Bologg.

After stopping for a few seconds, Boluogo ignored the ringing and continued to move forward in the seemingly endless street.

The ringtone gradually faded away, and the red phone booth gradually disappeared into the darkness behind it. But at a certain moment, the distant ringtone froze. As Boluogo moved forward, it did not disappear, but became clearer. up until Borlog stopped again.

Another red phone booth with a piercing ringtone.

Boluogo glanced at the phone booth and then at the street sign nearby. He was sure that he did not get lost and went back to his original location. Such public phone booths were very common in Opos and were everywhere.

Boluogo became alert, as the ringing seemed to be chasing him.

what happened?

Ordinary people may just find it strange or some kind of supernatural event, but Boluogo knows that extraordinary power really exists in this world. Behind all abnormalities, there is some kind of power hidden, and they have different purposes. Come.

He reached into his arms and grasped the cold folding knife. This kind of portable weapon was always carried by Boluogo. He might use it at any time, such as to kill the enemy or to attack. Used to open cans.

This feeling is quite strange, as if at a certain moment, Boluogo went from reality to fantasy and came to a thriller movie.

He started walking quickly towards the nearest station, and the ringing sound was like a ghost that could not be dispersed, following Boluogo. What was even more strange was that Boluogo didn't see anyone else along the way. pedestrian.

The inner uneasiness became more and more intense.

At a certain moment, the moment the movie ended, the moment he stood up and left, at one of those millions of moments, Bologo was exiled from this world and came to a familiar but completely unfamiliar world. among.

He is alone in this world.

A weak arc of electricity flashed through the darkness. Boluogo suddenly stopped walking and stayed in place. He pulled out the folding knife and held the bright blade in his hand.

He looked at the street in front of him. The street was normal, but empty. The cold evening wind picked up fallen leaves and newspapers, clattering up from a corner of the street and disappearing into the vast night.

Footsteps sounded.

That was not the sound of footsteps that ordinary people could make.

A dull, regular collapse sound sounded, as if a giant was walking towards him. At the same time, the street lights were extinguished one by one, and the light of the buildings dimmed.

The light was driven away, and Boluogo seemed to be on an isolated island. The darkness kept approaching, the dull sound of collapse was like an approaching drumbeat, and the muffled thunder bred in the storm was striding towards him.

Finally, the darkness stayed in front of Boluogo.

In the endless darkness, only Boluogo was left, as well as the only functioning streetlight that illuminated his figure above his head, and the red phone booth that was between darkness and light, constantly emitting piercing ringtones.

Other than that, nothing unusual.

Taking a deep breath, Boluogo is not afraid of death, but no one knows what the unknown is. The unknown itself is endless possibilities and the most terrifying fear.

Sighing, Boluoge showed a helpless smile. It seemed that the other party did not want to give Boluogo room to refuse.

He walked to the red phone booth and opened the door. The small space could only accommodate him alone.

So far, Boluogo has not been threatened by his life. These strange things in front of him are more like trying to get Boluogo to answer the phone. The guy on the other end of the phone felt irritable because of Boluogo's escape, and finally used this rough method to stop him. Bologo.

Now Borogo was wondering who had made the call.

He picked up the phone and put the receiver to his ear, and an elegant and deep male voice sounded.

"Hello, Mr. Brogo Lazarus."

Boluogo guessed that it should be an ancient aristocratic man. He was sitting in the deep darkness, looking down at the world.

"Who are you?" Bologg asked.

"An audience? An admirer? A wealthy businessman who wants to 'invest' in you? Whatever, is status such a thing important?" the man smiled.

"what is your purpose?"

There was no point in asking, and since he couldn't get an answer, Boluogo turned to ask other questions.

"I want to have a closer connection with you."

Hearing this, Boluogo laughed and looked at the darkness outside the phone booth, "Is this an invitation? Such a nonsense way of invitation?"

"Please let me apologize to you for this. For some reasons, it is not suitable for me to appear directly to see you. This will arouse some people's vigilance... But if you need it, it is not impossible to advance our meeting."

The man first apologized, and then extended an invitation to Boluogo again, a deeper invitation.

As the words fell, one could clearly feel that the darkness around him became deeper, followed by the coldness that swept over him.

Boluogo looked at the glass of the phone booth. It had not yet entered winter, but a layer of frost had already been hung on it. The frost was spreading at a speed visible to the naked eye, like a wildly growing vine. As long as there were a few more minutes, Time can swallow everything.

The earth was also trembling slightly. He didn't know what was gestating under the soil, but what Boluogo knew was that when that thing broke out of the ground, it would be the beginning of nightmare erosion.

"Forget it. I think the current sense of distance is good. If we really meet, I'm afraid I will split your head open with a knife."

Boluogo declined the meeting wisely. He still held the folding knife in his hand, holding it tightly, sweat being squeezed between it.

A deep laughter sounded on the phone. As the laughter sounded, the frost stopped spreading, and then began to melt slowly, and the sound of rushing water sounded all around.

"I know you won't trust me easily, and I never thought that just one conversation could make us become closer."

The man continued.

"This is just a friendly hello. We will meet again later, Mr. Lazarus."

"I think it's best that we have no contact."

Boluogo refused. He didn't know who the man was, but at this moment, he had vaguely thought of something, something that slowly emerged from the deep and dark sea and was hated by everything in the world.

Just through the phone, Boluogo could smell the rotten smell that was enough to suffocate him.

"Don't refuse in a hurry, Mr. Lazarus, we are destined to meet again."

The public telephone in front of him began to tremble slightly, making a trembling sound of metal colliding with each other, and the entire phone booth shook.

Boluogo did not panic and continued to listen to the man's words.

"It's just a gift, you know how to use it."

The man finally said this.

The call was interrupted. At this moment, the trembling of the phone booth ended, and the darkness outside the phone booth also began to subside. The power was restored, the street lights came on one by one, and Boluogo was once again in a normal world.

Boluogo watched all this quietly, and the noise was faintly heard, followed by vehicles and pedestrians walking through the streets, and the noise continued.

it's over.

There was a crisp collision sound, and a coin popped out of the phone's coin return slot. It was golden and very dazzling.

Bologger picked it up.

The front of the coin was engraved with countless threads, which came from all directions and became entangled together, turning into a huge egg. It was unclear what was gestating inside.

On the back of the coin is a mountain of gold coins. The man named "Mammon" greedily embraces the wealth, but no matter how hard he tries, he can never hold them all in his arms.

It's not the Weng'er coin, but the Mammon coin that only appears on the wandering fork in the road.

There was a knock on the door.

Before he could relax, Boluogo became nervous again. He looked behind him and saw a woman knocking on the door, shouting.

"Have you finished your phone call? Don't take up your seat!"

"The beating... the beating is over, sorry."

Boluogo said reluctantly, exhaling the breath that was suppressed in his chest.

After walking out of the narrow phone booth, the woman walked in and could hear her conversation. The noise around him filled his ears, drawing him closer to the real world.

Darkness and frost, all abnormalities disappeared, as if everything just now was just Boluogo's illusion, but the cold coin in his hand reminded him all the time.

This is not an illusion, this is absolute reality.

He lowered his head and stared at the golden Mammon coin in his hand, then turned to look at the long night. He raised his hand and wanted to throw it into the sewer, but just before he waved it, his movement stopped.

Staring at the brilliant golden color, Boluogo secretly stuffed it into his pocket and whispered.

"Tyrant."