Endless Debt.

"Are you all right, Burlogo?"

"Huh? What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I just feel that you are a little abnormal today, and... you look a little bad, as if you haven't slept for several days."

"Oh? Is the reaction so obvious?"

Burrog put down his glass and looked down at his own narrow reflection in the water. To be honest, Burrog couldn't see anything, so he could only shake his head helplessly, trying to reassure the other party.

"It's okay," Borrog took a long breath, pretending that nothing happened, "it's just a daily worry, you know, I'm a person who worries a lot."

"But usually no matter how annoying you are, it's rarely like this."

Amy tilted his head, put his hands on his cheeks, and looked sideways at Bologo, "Actually, sometimes you don't realize it yourself, Bologo, you still have rules to find."

"For example?" Burrog asked curiously.

"For example, most of the time, you like to be alone very much, just like the stereotype of some movie protagonists."

As he spoke, Amyu's expression became more intense, like a witch telling a ghost story, "caution, forbearance, and trying to take all the responsibilities by myself."

"But even an iron man like you has a limit. When the pressure reaches the limit, you will involuntarily seek help..."

"Have I?" Burrog interrupted.

"Look, look, I'm starting to refute," Amy narrowed his eyes, and there was a glimmer of light flowing in the gaps, "Bologo, there are many forms of help, for example, now, now you are asking for help, You just haven't realized it yet."

Amy put his hand on Burlogo's shoulder as he spoke, and his tone became eccentric, "When you are under a lot of pressure, you will change from a state where you like to be alone to a particularly eager to socialize, and you want to talk to other people. You usually don't Tell them about your stress, you just want someone to be with you, and just simple company can improve your mentality.

That's when you'll usually watch a movie with Palmer all day, or go to the Undead Club all night. "

She suddenly stretched out her hand and pinched Bologo's cheek vigorously, "Only when the pressure is overwhelming, will you think of coming to me."

"How……"

Just as Bologo was about to refute, Amy stretched out his hand and covered Bologo's mouth, "I've said it all, don't rush to refute."

Amyu glanced at the drunken and noisy tavern, she doubted, "I guess Palmer is busy?"

"Well, he's busy with the promotion ceremony, and it's been a long time."

"For some reason, you don't want to go to the Undead Club, do you?"

Thinking of those demons and ghosts, Bologo nodded helplessly, "You guessed it right."

Amy put on an angry look, "Okay, Bologo, you've run out of options, so you're just looking for me!"

"Not at all."

Burrogo didn't know how to explain it for a while. He really didn't think about these things, let alone Amyu's analysis of himself so thoroughly.

"I just think...just think..."

"Think I'm the ultimate option?" Amyu said again, "I only think about me when the first few healing options don't work."

Bologo felt that this was an opportunity, and praised again and again, "Of course, it will be very reassuring to be with you, just like a panacea."

"You bastard, don't think that this kind of nonsense can fool me." Ai Miao is not sober now.

"sorry!"

Burlog apologized again and again. He was never persistent in this kind of thing.

After whispering a few words of praise to Amy, Borrog's eyes were slightly blank, and he leaned heavily on the back of the chair. After a long time, his wandering eyes fell on Amy.

"Actually, if you think about it carefully, most of the time, I just don't want to share the pressure on you."

"Why?" Aimu imitated Burrogo's movements and leaned heavily on the back of the chair. "We are a sacred community of destiny."

The sacred community of destiny.

Hearing this word at this time, Bologo wanted to laugh inexplicably.

"Ah...how should I put it?"

Burrog thought for a moment, and soon he thought of a suitable description, "I don't like drinking, Amy."

Looking at the remaining half glass of orange juice, Burlogo sorted out his words, "I'm a bit of a controlling person, I hope everything can develop as I expected-even myself.

So I don't like to drink, and I don't like anything that interferes with my rational judgment. "

"But you are human after all, not a machine."

"Yeah, so that's how I decompress," Burlogo smiled at Amy. "It's a comfort for me to be around other people."

"so?"

"So it's like eating a cake, everyone is like this, eat some less creamy and less sweet parts first, save the sweetest part for the end, and eat it all in one bite."

Burrogo said eloquently, "Palmer and Thurley are somewhat ordinary placebos, while Amy is a very precious kind of placebo."

"Oh……"

Amura made a long ending, and looked unmoved by Burlogo's changing compliments.

The two were silent for a while, and Amyu said again, "Sometimes I really don't know, are you pretending to be stupid, or are you pretending to be stupid on purpose."

"Which part do you mean?"

"All."

"Maybe I'm just not good at expressing myself. Understand it. I've done my best. I've only been out of prison for a few years."

"Well... that's right," Amyu expressed her understanding, and then asked again, "That means I am very important to you, right?"

"Yeah, you also said it, the sacred community of destiny."

Burlog said and stretched out his fist.

Looking at Burlogo's outstretched fist, Aimiao hesitated, and said unabashedly, "You look like we are like brothers in the battlefield."

"Actually, it's not that bad." When talking about this part, Bologo became interested. "Thinking about it, it's really like this."

Aimiao was a little speechless, and sighed helplessly, "Please don't spoil the atmosphere like this all the time, okay?"

"I'm just a little shy." Seeing that his cold joke was seen through, Burrog said embarrassedly.

"Is the dignified Burlogo shy too?"

"Probably, it's like a strange threshold," Burlogo thought for a while, and added, "You've seen similar family carnival movies. At the end, the jokes are almost done, and the atmosphere suddenly disappears. up."

"Well," Amy nodded, "then everyone hugged each other and cried together."

"exactly."

Amyu tried to follow Burrog's thoughts, "So you think... um... what will happen after you and I feel a certain degree of atmosphere?"

When asked about the key part, Burlogo hesitated, "I don't know, I don't know at all. As I said just now, I am a paranoid control freak, and I want to control myself."

"Do you think that when the atmosphere reaches a certain threshold, you will do something out of control?"

"Maybe, people are always wary of things they haven't experienced."

When mentioning this, Bologo looked really shy, and when he saw Burlogo's appearance, Amy had an indescribable feeling.

"Is this the sense of contrast?"

Aimu said strangely.

Out of this tavern, Bologo is the leader of the action team, a power loser, an extremely ruthless expert, a cold-blooded murderer proficient in various methods, and even a veteran from the Scorched Wrath, but in this tavern Inside, in front of Aimu, he is like a restrained monk.

"what?"

"It's nothing, it's nothing." Aimu repeatedly covered up and skipped the topic.

Amyu thought for a while, and looked at Burlog with a strange smile on his face. Burrog was a little scared by her, and picked up French fries one by one to divert his attention.

"Bologo, I have a question."

"Just ask."

"Do you think... the sacred community of destiny between us is a burden to you, a choice made after getting out of control?"

According to Bologo's thinking, the sacred community of destiny, establishing a close emotional connection with others, or having a relationship, is not a rational choice for a desperado like Bologo, but in In the end, Burlogo took the initiative to be honest with himself, seeking such a connection.

Amy was very curious about what Burlogo was thinking.

"Yes."

Bologo immediately gave an affirmative answer, "This is a burden and a choice that is out of control."

"But I don't really hate it."

Burrog mechanically stuffed chips into his mouth, as if adding fuel to his language engine, "If you want something you haven't had, then you have to try something you haven't tried s things."

"From a rational point of view, this is wrong, but from an emotional point of view, I am willing to pay for this out-of-control choice. That is to say, although this violates my principles to a certain extent, I am willing to let the principles Exception for this matter."

Burrogo finished his fries and wiped his fingers. Amy raised his hand and said, "Another order, please."

"I'm stuffed."

"But I haven't eaten yet." Amyu gave Burrog a white look.

"Oh oh oh."

Amy's eyes fell back on Burrog, and she asked, "Is there anything else you want to defend yourself?"

"Justification? Nothing."

Under Amy's scrutinizing eyes, Burlogo was a little restless, which was very strange. Sometimes when the two of them were chatting, the conversation turned into something like an interrogation.

After a while, a new plate of French fries was brought up. Amy picked one up and ate it slowly, like a guinea pig eating vegetable leaves.

"Bologo."

Amyu suddenly called Burrog's name.

"what happened?"

Suddenly being called by name feels like being called by the teacher in class.

"Someone told you, are you good at talking love?"

"Love words?" Burrog was stunned, "How is it possible?"

Looking at Burlogo's completely unaware and stupid appearance, Aimiao sighed and applauded, "A master, he is indeed an expert, and he is also proficient in this area."

"Have it?"

Burrog's voice rose. He was always ashamed of expressing his emotions, and it was simply unrealistic for Burrog to take the initiative to do such a thing.

"It's nothing, nothing," Amyu suppressed a smile, and patted Burlogo's shoulder, "All masters are like this, subduing their opponents invisibly."

"what?"

Burlogo couldn't understand it at all, and it seemed to him that he was just relaying his thoughts honestly.

"Don't be shocked, I praise you."

Amy reached out and pulled the corner of Burrog's mouth, making him show an ugly smile.

Burrog couldn't figure it out, but Amy couldn't stop laughing. Seeing her like this, Burrog moved the newly brought French fries to his body, and ate them one by one.

After spending time with Palmer, Burlogo has come to like these fried foods, and a glass of ice-cold orange juice and a favorite movie will be even better.

"Are you under a lot of pressure?" In the calm, Ai Miao asked again, "According to your way of thinking, you have found me, so it should be because of the pressure."

Amyu's words brought Bologo back to reality, and Bologo said something casually to cover it up, but at this moment Amyu suddenly grabbed Burlogo's hand, and there was a glimmer of light in his pupils.

Burrogo whispered, "It's not okay to break into a private house."

"Then call the police."

Aimiao looked like a rogue, and said meanly, "What? Tell others that I broke into your 'heart'? They will only treat you as a fool."

"You're a bit out of the loop, Amy."

Aimu's cold pun made Burlogo not know how to fight back for a while.

"It means that you teach well, teacher."

Amy stroked Burrog's palm, feeling the rough calluses on it, like a hard scorpion.

"What happened?" Amy asked again.

Burrog took a deep breath, mustered up his courage, and said with difficulty, "I'm thinking, what the hell am I?"

Wiping his fingers, Bologo touched his chest with doubts in his eyes, and then Burlogo remembered that he had quit smoking since he solved his addiction.

Burrog couldn't recall how he became a debtor, let alone what he had traded with Leviathan.

"I have forgotten many things, some things that are enough to determine my personal existence," Burrog paused, and asked the question he had asked again, "If one day you find your true self, and the expected What do you do when your own self is completely different and even contradicts each other?"

"Self-identity crisis?"

Aimu could easily identify the problem of Burlogo. She had encountered a similar thing before. Aimu thought she was the only one in TEDA, but in fact she was just another person's substitute.

"Bologo, do you know that human beings metabolize all the cells in their whole body every once in a while?" Amyu asked.

"I know."

"That is to say, from a materialistic point of view, the you you were yesterday and the you you are today are not the same person."

"But I have a gift, the Axis of Time Tracing..."

"Describe! Describe! You bastard, why are you becoming stupid again at this time." Amy pinched Burlogo's elbow.

"Oh oh oh, you continue."

"I mean, stop thinking about who you were in the past. Even if you do remember your past, so what. You may have been a vicious asshole in the past, but it doesn't affect who you are now."

Aimu concluded, "You in the past are not important, what matters is you in the present, and then you decide the future you."

Burrogo nodded half-understanding, habitually picked up a French fries, and was slapped away by Amyu.

"This one is mine!"

……

In the bloody and viscous cave, there are bloodstains and rotting corpses everywhere, and the stench fills every part of the space. The surface of the blood lake is quiet, without the slightest ripple, just like a mirror.

"Bad news."

The sound came slowly from the exit of the cave, and soon after a figure stepped on the soft fleshy ground, he stood in front of the blood lake and waited patiently.

The blood lake boiled, and a white figure protruded from the blood like a mermaid. As she descended, the flowing blood solidified again, turning into a distorted bloody throne under her body.

"Our vacillating blood relative still made his choice."

Mammon straightened her tie and said in a very sad tone.

"Where did you get the news?"

Hearing this, the calm Beelzebub became serious.

"He told me himself."

As Mammon said, he moved away, and it was only then that Beelzebub noticed another heavy and slow footstep approaching in the bloody cave.

A tall and bloated figure strolled over, and the ridiculous diving suit was so eye-catching, surrounded by schools of pitch-black fish, sneaking silently.

"Long time no see, my dear blood relatives."

Leviathan opened his hands as he walked, as if to hug them.

"Leviathan?"

Seeing Leviathan, Beelzebub was startled and angry. The blood lake was completely boiling, and even thick blood steam evaporated, and even the entire flesh and blood cave was shaken violently. Countless bloody slender arms stretched out, as if being trapped Weeds blown by the wind.

"What are you here for?"

In any case, Beelzebub never expected that Leviathan would appear here in person.

"What else can be done?"

Leviathan withdrew his hands, made a gesture of salute, and then bowed gently to her and Mammon.

"I just think that declaring war is a very serious business," he said grimly, "so I come in person to declare your destruction."

Mammon didn't say a word, just watched with cold eyes, Beelzebub was full of anger, and his blood boiled.

Under the heavy helmet, Leviathan pulled out a ferocious smile that no one could see.