endless debt

"That is to say... when you came back, this thing appeared here?"

"Yes, the doors and windows are intact, it just appeared out of nowhere."

"Hmm... what do you think this thing is?"

"The original picture scroll, the collection of King Solomon."

Jeffrey was full of confusion, and couldn't help but turned back to Burrog and asked, "Then why is it here? Isn't Raymond Gayton completely destroyed?"

"This situation is complicated, probably because the devil and I helped each other," Burrog said with a complicated expression as he lowered his head to pick up the scattered tapes, "I thought he broke the contract, but I didn't expect him to keep his promise. "

Burlogo added, "Just a little late."

Start scroll.

Today, this simple and heavy stone slab is standing in the center of Burogo’s living room. It not only crushed the coffee table, but also made fine cracks on the ground. one place.

Among them, the most heartbreaking thing for Bologo is the war sand table he placed under the coffee table. Now it has been broken together with the coffee table, and the chess pieces are everywhere, mixed with sand.

"That is to say, he not only kept his promise, but also delivered this item directly to your home..."

Jeffrey looked around the messy living room. He guessed that when the stone slab landed, it caused a lot of commotion. The breeze brushed past the body. Right in front of the two, Burlogo's favorite floor-to-ceiling windows were also filled with A crack was opened, and the wind got in through it, as if applying a little force would completely collapse it.

"Do you think he did it on purpose?" Jeffrey asked in a low voice.

"Who knows?" Bologo sighed, "But yes, he can't send this slate directly to the Bureau of Order, that would be too arrogant."

Burrog went to the kitchen, took out a bottle of orange juice from the refrigerator, and poured himself a full glass.

After finishing the drink, Boluogo gritted his teeth and said, "He definitely did it on purpose!"

Geoffrey laughed out loud.

There were hurried footsteps outside the door, and the logistics staff arrived at the scene. Everyone wore safety helmets, cordoned off, and Burlogo's home was strictly sealed off.

The downstairs was noisy, the police car was parked at the crossing, and the disguised logistics staff further isolated the crowd. The scholars of the sublimation furnace core were on their way, and there was an action team acting with them.

The Bureau of Order attaches great importance to this slate called the beginning picture scroll.

Everyone was busy, but Burrog sat on the dusty sofa with a melancholy face. He guessed that this place might not be able to live, and he didn't know when he would be able to come back.

Fearing that the things in the refrigerator would be spoiled, Bologo simply held the remaining half of the bottle of orange juice in his arms, and took a sip from time to time, which seemed a bit vicissitudes.

"We have evacuated the residents of this building, and now it is completely under the control of the Order Bureau."

Geoffrey sat down next to Burrog, picked up the cup and gestured to Burrog, who glanced at him and silently filled his cup.

"How did you persuade them to leave?"

"It's very simple, let's say that there is a serious leak in the gas pipe, and now the entire building needs to be investigated."

Jeffrey has been in the logistics department for a long time, and he is very familiar with similar words.

"I described the situation as very serious," Jeffrey gave an example, "If you stay here, the whole building may blow up."

"Wow...that's really simple and straightforward."

Bologo took another sip of orange juice, and he felt his stomach was full, as if he was full.

"Where do you live next?"

"We allocated a hotel to them, and one day is enough for us to move it away," Jeffrey said in a low voice, "The main reason is to avoid attracting the attention and panic of the citizens, otherwise if you let the Desublimator do it, just find a few A school of control can move it away directly. Like you."

As a master of the school of domination with outstanding skills, Bologo's power of dominion is already so precise that it can be called a machine tool finishing. In an emergency, Bologo can even rub the rifling by hand according to the blueprint and assemble a rifle It couldn't be easier to get out and carry a heavy slab of stone.

"However, there are still necessary procedures to go. Scholars will test this stone slab, and after confirming that it is not potentially threatening, it will be temporarily stored by the Containment Department..."

"No no no."

Burlogo interrupted Geoffrey, looking at him wearily.

"I'm asking, where will I live next?"

Before he finished speaking, a crashing sound sounded from the other side of the living room, and Boluogo's beloved floor-to-ceiling window shattered, with crystals falling all over the floor. The cold afternoon wind came out, blowing all over the room.

The noise of the machinery came late, and then Bologo saw a hook slowly rising and looked downstairs. It should be said that it is really the logistics department, and the operation efficiency is amazing. The scholar of the sublimation furnace core Before they arrived, they pulled a crane to prepare for the next moving work.

Jeffrey thought about it and asked cautiously.

"Would you like to pack your luggage first?"

……

The orange-red sunset spread across the street, and many of the onlookers had dispersed. The flat road was covered with shards of glass and gravel, and bright yellow cordons blocked each other's way.

Palmer crouched on the side of the road, surrounded by piles of videotapes, tapes, records, and books he'd salvaged from the ruins of his living room.

Apart from these things, Palmer didn't bring anything with him, which shows the importance of these things in his heart.

Burlogo sat on the bench behind Palmer, with a small tote bag at his feet, which was filled with "souvenirs" from the many events Burlogo had experienced over the years.

Like Palmer, it was the only thing Burlogo brought from home.

"What is this?" Palmer stood up, and sat beside Burrog with a helpless expression, "Has our home been expropriated?"

"probably."

Burlog moved his neck and looked up at the higher-ups.

The scholars have completed the inspection. They covered the stone slab with a layer of black cloth and wrapped it tightly. A group of logistics staff carefully wrapped it around the cable and carried it out by the crane little by little.

At this moment, it was hanging in mid-air, slowly falling towards the truck below, and everyone seemed to be waiting for it, for fear of any problems.

No problems will happen.

With Bologo here, let alone the slab falling out of control, even if the whole building collapses suddenly, Bologo can still forcibly restrain the frame of the building that is about to collapse with his outstanding control.

"what……"

Palmer let out a hoarse, meaningless moan, like a goose being choked.

Burrog frowned, Palmer was a little too noisy, he should find a way to gag him.

"How does it feel to be promoted to a person of authority?" Bologo tried to find something to talk about.

"It's okay," Palmer was not excited about this. "The change is nothing more than a little more ether, a higher intensity of ether, and by the way, more complicated airflow can be controlled."

"for example?"

"Like give me some time, I can set off a local storm." Palmer's eyes sparkled.

"Have you tried it?" "I tried it once when I returned to the wind source highland a few days ago," Palmer said. "You also know that there is a year-round howling wind, which is very suitable as a training ground."

Burrog nodded lightly. After hundreds of years of management by the Crakes family, they have been completely tied to that piece of land. It can be said that the Crakes family is the invisible king of Fengyuan Highland.

"What about you, Bologo?"

Palmer went on talking along with Burlogo, who needed something to divert his attention from the fact that he was homeless.

"After the destruction of Raymond Gayton, the decision-making room should have come down with orders, right?"

"What do you mean?"

"Defender," Palmer said bluntly, "everyone guesses that after completing this feat, you will be promoted to base defender. Why, didn't the decision-making room issue a similar notice?"

"No."

Burrog shook his head. Ever since he entered the Bureau of Order, Burrog has been promoted at a rate of about one level a year. In the eyes of others, this promotion speed is scary, but Burlog doesn't have much real meaning. feel.

This may be related to the intensity of Boluogo's work. After all, Boluogo is present in every major event. Let alone the first level of the year, it is not an exaggeration to say that Boluogo can't wait to be promoted to the Glorious One.

Now that the fifth year of work is about to pass, Burlogo has played a crucial role in the Raymond Gayton incident. It is normal for everyone to have similar guesses.

"But I guess it's coming soon."

Burrog's voice changed, and he murmured while looking at the stone slabs being loaded into the truck.

The engine started, and after a rumbling sound, the truck carrying the stone slabs disappeared at the end of the road, along with the field staff hiding in the dark.

Even though Bologo has said many times that this thing is really just an ordinary stone slab, and scholars have tested it many times, everyone is still facing a big enemy, afraid of any deviation.

After the large troops left, there were only a few people left to maintain law and order, and a few people to clean up the scene. It was a desolate scene.

"What's next?" Palmer asked. "Do you have somewhere to go?"

"Where else can we go? Jeffrey said that the Logistics Department has assigned us a new dormitory." Bologo rubbed his head tiredly, "We all have to live in the Order Bureau until the renovation of our home is completed. .”

"Oh..." Palmer thought for a while, then asked again, "How does the landlord explain?"

This is a vital and serious question.

You must know that the house that the two of them rented together is not small in size and the location is great. In the ghostly place of Oath City Opus, where every inch of land is expensive, the value of this house is far beyond the imagination of ordinary employees.

Burlogo and Palmer didn't seem like ordinary employees.

"Don't worry about that," Burlogo said. "You also know the efficiency and professionalism of the logistics department... They bought our house, just an hour ago."

"what?"

This time, Palmer became silent. At this time, the crowd had almost dispersed. A few passers-by passed by, took a look at the two of them, and then took a look at the things they placed on the ground.

Before a passerby opened his mouth, Palmer sternly snapped, "We're not setting up a stall! They're not for sale!"

The passers-by murmured a few words, and seeing Palmer's fierce look, they pulled their friends and left quickly.

Palmer was cursing while packing up his collection, packing large and small packages into pieces. Seeing his busy appearance, Burlogo suddenly laughed.

"what are you laughing at?"

"Laughing at this inexplicable situation," Burrog sighed, "It's the first time I have fallen to this point."

A while ago, Bologo had just fought all kinds of evils in the abandoned land, and later he was troubled by the mystery of his own existence. I saw the elderly Dennis this morning. I thought I had solved my knot, but it turned out to be this scene.

From the hero who saved the city to the street, Burlogo was laughed at by the absurdity of life.

"It felt like we were evicted tenants, didn't we?" Palmer said.

"It's like a fringe person wandering in the city with all his belongings." Burogo added.

The two paused for a moment, then laughed even louder.

People around cast their gazes one after another. Seeing the desolate appearance of the two, they thought that they had been hit by reality to the point of insanity, and immediately moved away a lot.

The two laughed for a while, and moved the big and small bags to the car. Fortunately, although the home was temporarily gone, they at least still had the car.

Palmer sat in the driver's seat, and Burlog got into the co-pilot, and Palmer said bitterly, "Bologo, you should learn to drive."

"I can drive," Burlogo said.

"No, no, I mean it's time for you to get a driver's license." Palmer corrected.

"I have a driver's license."

"It's been decades past its expiration date!"

"Okay, okay." Burlog moved his seat back and stretched vigorously.

Palmer inserted the car key, and the car started with a bang, "Oh, if you are an undead, will you have to retake your driver's license test every once in a while?"

"Who knows? Maybe the Bureau of Order will give me a permanent driver's license." Burrog looked out the window, the sky gradually darkened, and it was pitch black.

"That's right," Palmer grabbed the steering wheel with both hands, "Maybe in the future, cars won't need people to drive, maybe they will fly into the sky, just like in the movies."

"If you think about it this way, you are quite enviable as an undead." Palmer turned his head and said.

"how?"

"You have infinite time, and there are countless movies and books waiting for you. You can live hundreds or thousands of years later, arrive in the future, and see the world at that time," Palmer murmured, "It's really hard to imagine the situation at that time, just like it was hard for people a hundred years ago to imagine our life now..."

Palmer whispered, "At that time, I would probably be dead."

Bologo sat up and looked at Palmer's lonely look, the atmosphere in the car began to brew and condense...

"Snapped!"

Burlogo raised his hand and slapped Palmer with just the right amount of force.

"Sober?" Burrog asked.

Palmer froze for a moment, then said blankly, "Ah."

"Drive, we still have to clean up the house."

Bologo covered his head and sighed in a low voice, "Life is really ridiculous."

As soon as the words were finished, there was a bang from behind the car, and Burlogo and Palmer turned their heads in unison, only to see a broken brick smashed on the rear window.

Palmer repeated Burlogo's words, "That's ridiculous."