Endless Debt.

Chapter 848
Burrog felt himself trapped in a twisted vision, each moment filled with uncertainty and confusion as he fell.

His vision is blurred, as if shrouded in a layer of fog, it is difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion, the sense of touch is magnified several times, the moment the air current brushes against the skin, it brings a dull pain like a knife, every touch is extremely exciting and twisted.

Burrog's hearing was also affected, and the surrounding sounds became distorted and chaotic, sometimes dull and low, and sometimes shrill.

All the senses are misplaced together and twisted into a mess.

Bologo complained inwardly, "It feels like being locked in a rolling washing machine."

While falling, Bologo was also rampaging. There were many desks, trash cans suspended in mid-air, and some monsters that, like Bologo, were balanced in force and fell vertically.

Bologo kept bumping into obstacles like marbles. After forcibly suppressing all the abnormalities in his heart, several silver hands shot out from under Bologo's sleeves, and they extended infinitely to the surrounding area. On the wall of the well, he firmly grasped the ground, and then slowed down the fall of Borrog.

The diamond-shaped shields floating around Bologo's body were spliced ​​together and turned into a metal ground, which firmly caught Bologo. In this way, Bologo used the diamond-shaped shield to carry himself, Suspended himself.

"It's like stepping on the left with the right."

Burlog was habitually joking in his heart, but the expected response did not come. Only then did Burrog realize belatedly that Amy was not walking with him.

Since establishing a relationship with Aimu, Burlogo has been trying to make himself more interesting and more so-called attractive. Obviously, the cruel and violent man does not have much charm, so the bloody and violent movies that originally occupied the cabinet at home Most of it is missing, replaced by various family comedy movies.

Palmer was apprehensive about Burlogo's change, but Palmer also developed a sense of humor when Burlogo took Palmer to a few talk shows.

"Telling bad jokes while cutting people... I think this joke is very good."

Palmer said so.

Burrog nodded in agreement, and tried hard to learn the humor of the actors. He knew that his morbid and violent character could not be changed, so he might as well learn from what Palmer said, and add some points to himself while being cold funny.

So Burlog gradually became like this.

"Shooting target!"

Burrog shouted loudly this time, raised his shotgun, and fired at the monsters falling overhead. They were still trying to hunt Burrog, but before they got close, they were smashed to pieces by the bullets and turned into burning corpses. The fragments fell towards the hazy twilight below.

After a few shots, Burlogo ran out of ammunition. He seemed a little dissatisfied, but there was no way any employee would fill his personal locker with ammunition.

After struggling to throw the shotgun and smashing another monster into the air, Burrog became active and excited, and his blood was agitated.

"On the bull's-eye!"

Bologo cheered, and then the wave-like screams approached again. Bologo looked around. On the vertical wall of the well, dense monsters were still struggling to jump, trying to get rid of the shackles of the current gravity, and Bologo Ge swallowed it clean.

After the excitement, Bologo's expression became restrained again, and he laughed in his heart.

"Like fleas."

Many people think that Bologo is a man of few words, but what they don't know is that although Bologo's appearance is cold, his psychological activities are very intense.

In Palmer's words, to put it more pleasantly, Bologo is a man of the city, let's talk about the bad ones, Bologo is a bit of a boring guy.

Burlog didn't know it himself, and neither did the others...how could they know what Burlog was thinking?Until Amy stepped into Burlogo's heart.

"Bologo."

At this moment, Borrog thought of Amy inexplicably.

After a double-shot, Aimu couldn't help complaining, "Bologo, do you know that you talk a lot?"

"Do I talk a lot?"

Burlog was very suspicious of this, and he didn't say a word from the beginning to the end.

"I mean what's going on in your head, my God, don't your thoughts ever stop?"

Burlogo does have a problem with overthinking, and sometimes he gets exhausted himself.

"Do you hate this?"

Amyu was silent for a while, and said in a tone that Burlogo couldn't describe.

"It's just a bit of a surprise."

"Accident what?"

"Unexpectedly, you look indifferent on the outside, but you have so much drama on the inside. You are so good at telling cold jokes, have you ever considered performing in public?"

The diamond-shaped shield held Bologo down slowly, and the noise around him gradually faded away. Bologo instinctively slashed the blade, and his thoughts slowly broke away from the memory.

After that, Burlogo took Aimu as proof, and confirmed that he really had a lot of words in his heart, and what's more, his supplementary comedy during this period has indeed achieved results, and he was really funny, sorry Is only good at cold jokes.

Burrog sighed suddenly. At this time, he hoped that Aimu would be here to listen to his cold jokes, and it would be better to comment on it.

Acting alone in this ghostly place is a lot of pressure on the mind.

"It's kind of a bug."

Bologo came back to his senses and muttered to himself. In addition to overthinking, Bologo found that as long as he was in an overly depressing environment, he couldn't help recalling some good things to dilute the bad situation. oppression.

This should be a problem I developed when I was in the dark prison. In order to resist loneliness and darkness, Bologo often talked to himself and immersed himself in the past.

After the brief self-healing ended, Bologo's eyes became sharp again, holding Bologo on the diamond-shaped shield, and falling towards the dim light at the bottom of this magnificent well.

Bologo doesn't know what's down there. Anyway, he just needs to leave this ghostly place quickly. If the monsters are flesh and blood, Bologo can still have a little interest in swinging swords, but unfortunately they are all made of pure ether. Burlogo had no interest in that.

Tens of seconds later, Bologo was getting closer and closer to the hazy light, and the white streamer filled most of his vision. As it continued to go deeper, a repulsive force was released from the hazy light.

It resisted the burrogo.

At the same time, without any sound, a smooth and neat cube suddenly extended from one side of the well wall.

As Burlogo had seen in the Bureau of Order, the clean white bricks that made up the reclamation room.

Bolog's heart turned cold for a moment, and then the cubes proliferated and expanded rapidly. They were stacked in a staggered and orderly manner, forming a high wall that completely isolated Bolog from the dim light.

From Bologo's point of view, there is an extra layer of well bottom in the deep well, but in the eyes of those monsters, it is a huge high wall rising from the curved office floor.

The monsters quickly climbed up the high wall and crawled towards Bologo at a high speed. As the distance shortened, the direction of gravity was distorted. At first they were still on all fours, but soon they stood upright, and the high wall became After breaking down the solid ground, they rushed towards it.

"Can't you be more honest?" Burrog cursed at the ruined area, "Are you in the rebellious period?"

Facing Bologo's reprimand, the ruins area reacted this time, and Bologo suddenly found that the surroundings became quiet. Except for the footsteps approaching him, these monsters stopped making any disturbing shouts. It is even said that even their actions have become anthropomorphic.

Personification.

Bologo didn't think that he would use this kind of vocabulary to describe this group of monsters, but that was the case.

Previously, these monsters were completely like wild beasts, advancing and attacking in various twisted postures, but now they all straightened their bodies, tightened their armpits, and swung their hands back and forth with fists, moving standardly like long-distance runners.

Bologo came up with a strange idea, these monsters went to work like real employees.

What the hell?

Bologo thought this way, and within 10 minutes of stepping into the ruins, the hell happened one after another. Bologo was fed up, he gave up understanding this place in a conventional way, but cut a path with a sword.

The diamond-shaped shield popped out quickly, extending into a long and narrow blade, splitting a large area of ​​monsters, and scattered them into pieces. Among the monsters, a narrow path was directly opened for Bologo.

The shattered and surging aether was mixed on the narrow road, like fireworks welcoming the arrival of Bologo, shining non-stop.

Bologo somewhat understood why the Bureau of Order had given up on exploring the ruins. Anything could happen in this ghostly place.

There was no time to complain, and Borrog strode forward, chopping off many heads, and as he fought and thought about what to do next, a green light he had never seen flickered on the edge of his vision.

Turning his head suddenly, Boluoge found that on the wall of the well ahead, that is, in the curved office floor, at the end wall, the dim light board lit up, emitting a striking green light, and at the same time reflected the Text.

"Exit."

Bologo's movements suddenly accelerated, regardless of the potential conspiracy, he only knew that he, a headless fly, had finally found a clear direction in this chaotic maze.

But before Bologo was happy, he heard a hoarse and distorted voice among the monsters besieging him.

"We found the intruder... He is located in the logistics department, office floor No. [-]."

Following the sound, there was a monster standing in the crowd of monsters running fast. Its body was straight, its head was slightly lowered, and its right hand was raised, holding a roll of newspaper.

it continued to the newspaper.

"Logistics staff are trying to suppress the intruders."

Then Bologo saw that there was a monster carrying a locker and running wildly. The door of the locker was opened wide, and in the violent shaking, one after another shotguns fell out of it. Immediately afterwards, it was picked up by monsters one after another.

The sound of loading is so loud in the eerie silent march.

　Chapter 1, Chapter 2 wake up and code again.

　
(End of this chapter)