endless debt

Chapter 802
"Speaking of which, I should have realized it earlier."

Palmer rubbed his neck, only to see a bloody bluish mark on his skin.

"I don't have any friends. In fact, Woxilin does too. We played together when we were young. When we grow up, there is no big difference."

"so what?"

"So?" Palmer emphasized with a look of shock, "And why? Didn't you find the problem?"

"You know I've never been good at this kind of problem. I can't even understand my own problems."

"Oh my God, can anyone help me?"

Palmer was about to collapse. After wailing for a while, he calmed down again and said in a very rational tone.

"I have my own job, I have my own social circle... I have a lot of stuff, but Vossilin is different."

When mentioning this part, Palmer's expression was a little lonely. He felt sad for Woxilin and regretted that he hadn't noticed it at this time.

"Woxilin has lived in the Krex family since she was a child. She has no parents, and the only friend is me. In that ghostly place where the wind is raging, there is nothing. The prosperity of a big city, audio-visual stores, movie theaters, even the goddamn There are no fast food restaurants."

Palmer's voice suddenly rose, "She hasn't even had a delicious shrimp cracker!"

It sounds inexplicably absurd, but from Palmer's mouth, it seems very reasonable.

"Looking at it this way, Woxilin is really lonely. In her world, all she has is me, but I'm out to work again."

"Then what are you going to do?"

"She wants to work in the Bureau of Order, so that she can see me every day."

"It's a classic love story, so what are you worrying about?"

Palmer fell silent, and then he sighed helplessly, "I know she loves me, but obviously, with the passage of time and my negligence, her love has become... a little... ..."

"Some what?"

"It's kind of twisted."

Palmer's face was a little pale, he turned around suddenly, grabbed Burlogo's shoulders with both hands, his expression was tense, and he was almost crying.

"You don't know, she started talking weird things as she was talking."

Weird words?

Bologo recalled Woxilin. In his impression, Wuxilin had saucy short hair and was dressed in a neutral way, like a nobleman, with a sense of etiquette in every gesture. Compared with Palmer, she It is the real traditional aristocracy.

It's hard to imagine that such a person would tell some strange things that shocked Palmer.

"Could you paraphrase?" Burrog asked.

"She...she..." Palmer's voice trembled, "She said she didn't want me to leave, she wanted to tie me up and stay by her side forever."

"Is there any problem? It's a normal love story." Burlogo analyzed seriously.

Palmer broke down, "I thought so too, but when I woke up, I was really chained up!"

When Palmer woke up from his sleep, he found that his hands had been put in chains and tied to the bed. Beside him, Vorcelyn was fast asleep.

This isn't the first time Palmer has been bound in his sleep.

Palmer began to speak incoherently, "Worthylin never talks empty words, she always comes to the truth!"

"Well, it's very good, I like this very much." Bologo admired Vossilin's practical spirit very much.

"I like the size!"

Palmer was going crazy. When he woke up, Vorcelyn woke up too. Facing Palmer's ghostly screams, Vorcelyn just hugged him lightly, and Palmer stopped howling. .

In the embrace, Palmer could barely breathe.

After a whole morning of persuasion, Woxilin finally made a compromise. She released Palmer, but she still asked for a chain to be wrapped around Palmer's wrist. Chains followed.

Palmer protested, "Don't you think it's weird to tug on that chain!"

Woxilin silently untied the chain on Palmer's wrist, which made Palmer feel a little relieved, then Wuxilin wrapped the chain around her wrist, and handed the other end to Palmer. Elmer.

Palmer realizes that during his absence, loneliness and longing are like catalysts, making Woxilin's love begin to distort and distort. Palmer can't imagine what will happen if he continues to stay.

Maybe one day I will really wake up in a dark basement.

So Palmer scrambled and crawled back to the city of oath, Opals, that night.

"Are you leaving without saying goodbye?" Burrog found the problem.

Palmer froze.

"She'll come sooner or later, won't she?" Burrog went on. "She can't stand it anymore."

Without waiting for Palmer to say anything, Burlogo continued to ask, "Then the question is, Palmer, do you love Vorcelyn?"

"Of course!" Palmer replied directly.

"Then what are you resisting?"

Palmer languished, muttering to himself, "Yeah, what am I afraid of?"

He thought for a long time, "Maybe it's a change."

"Variety?"

"I'm used to the current life." Palmer glanced at Bologo, and then at the living room full of records and videotapes, "Slashing, hacking, drinking, and watching movies every day is very nourishing. "

"But now there's another person in your life who doesn't just play the role of a friend, she goes deeper, like a shadow, an inseparable relationship," Burlogo said.

Palmer came up with a general idea, "It's an unknown life, and everyone is always uncomfortable about the unknown."

"You're like a wild dog running on the windy plateau, and now someone comes to you with a chain and wants to tie you up," Burlogo said. "You can't imagine life on a chain, let alone Know if you can still run as fast as you are now."

"Domestication," Palmer murmured, "to be domesticated by another human being, to have a home, and not to be a wild dog."

"It's not passive, but you take the initiative and hope that you can be domesticated by her, so that you become a part of her and she becomes a part of you."

As he spoke, Burrogo picked up the notebook and wrote and drew on it.

"Will you really resist? In fact, you won't. You just don't get used to it. Sooner or later you will experience what Woxilin experienced. You will be willing to hand her the chain and beg her to tame you, just like her hand you the chains."

Listening to Bologo's words, Palmer was slightly distracted, and he realized belatedly, "Damn, Bologo, what have you experienced during this business trip? Did you get the true biography of Thurley?"

Palmer's transformation of the ruthless expert into a scholarly lover is terrific.

"No, it's just that I just happened to be researching these things recently." While speaking, Burlogo continued to write.

Palmer didn't understand, "What's the research on this?"

"I seem to be in... the same predicament as you. Maybe life is like this. After solving one difficulty, the next difficulty will come, one after another, never stopping."

Burrog put down the pen and paper, and said seriously, "I solved my emotional problems, but what followed was confusion about intimacy and awe of change.

Like you, I am used to this kind of life and keep the boundaries, but now another person breaks into my boundaries, how can I get along with each other, how can I cultivate emotions, and even domesticate each other? "

Palmer's expression was a little demented, he rubbed his head, "Wait a minute, Bologo, what you said is too professional, can you be more straightforward."

"Oh."

Burrog thought for a while and asked in an absolutely straightforward way.

"Palmer, when you're in a relationship with someone, what do you do next?"

"What should I do? Of course, eat and watch movies, ask about my health every day..."

Palmer's voice trailed off as he spoke, and then screamed again.

"Huh? What are you talking about? I heard it right!" Palmer completely forgot the troubles that bothered him.

"You heard me right," Burlogo continued, "In this regard, I think you and I are very similar. Both of you and I have broken through our inner difficulties to a certain extent, but after breaking through the difficulties, the new world, A closer relationship makes you and I feel lost, maybe we can help each other."

As Bologo said, he stretched out his hand to Palmer, and the two held each other like comrades in arms fighting together.

Palmer came back to his senses, "No...stop, where did you have such an intimate relationship? With a sword and axe? Are you a fetish?"

Burrog still looked calm, "Amy, Amy Yazdet, haven't I mentioned this to you?"

"No, no, not at all."

Palmer's mind went blank. He felt like a perverted killer suddenly said to himself that he fell in love, and then he had to work harder to save the down payment, repay the mortgage, and welcome the sweetness. There are sweeter hacks and hacks in life.

It sounds like... it seems to be fine.

"Fuck! When did it happen!" Palmer shouted.

"Shortly after the Decay Plague ended," Burlogo didn't understand Palmer's reaction, "I thought you all knew."

"what?"

Palmer recalled the interaction between Burlogo and Amy in the past few months, and suddenly he felt an inexplicable sense of humor and despair of Burlogo's personal emotions.

"You look harder to tame than I do," Palmer responded with Burlogo's words.

Burrog said unceremoniously, "It's okay, at least in the short term, your troubles are bigger than mine."

(End of this chapter)