Endless Debt

In Jeffrey's words, the Great Rift is a hellish place that has been in chaos for decades. No matter how hard you try, you can't change this place in just one or two days, and this place won't change even if you work less. The sky will completely slide into the abyss.

Order is an interesting thing. Even in a crazy place, there will be corresponding rules, even if the rules are bloody.

After saying these words to himself, Jeffrey showed that damn smile, and then rejected Boluogo's overtime application.

"This is a rare opportunity, Boluogo, you must seize it."

Jeffrey's damn words kept swirling in his mind.

Boluogo sat in the sidecar of his motorcycle, looking blankly at the night street scene in Opos, letting the cold wind blow by, messing up his thoughts.

"Don't worry, Burlogo, Bailey is not a monster, she won't eat you," Palmer shouted loudly while riding his motorcycle, trying to cover up the sound of the engine, "Tomorrow is not an experiment, she just calls you Just go get the equipment."

"Then will you come with me?" Boluogo asked.

"Me? Let me forget it,"

"You don't care. Why are you scared now?" Boluogo mocked.

"It's not about whether you're afraid or not." Palmer was a little embarrassed. The motorcycle slowed down and stopped at the red light. He lowered his head and said to Boluogo, "How should I put it... I'm not allowed to sublimate. The furnace core is gone.”

"prohibit?"

"Hmm, Bailey, don't be harsh. If I dare to sublimate the furnace core again, she will sink me into the No. 4 furnace."

"Why?"

Bologg didn't understand. Palmer was a cheerful guy and very easy to get along with. Bologg thought that his popularity would be quite good. However, after this period of time, Bologg felt that something was obviously wrong with the actual situation.

Every time he went to the Crow's Nest, those people all cast pitiful looks when they heard that Palmer was his partner. On a few occasions, Burlogo even met Church, Palmer's former partner. I was very surprised to see myself in full swing.

"How are you lately?" Church asked concerned.

"Huh? Not bad." Boluogo didn't understand what he was asking.

Now Palmer not only has conflicts with Crow's Nest, but he also seems to have enmity with Bailey, which makes Bologg infinitely curious about his partner.

"what happened?"

Facing Boluogo's questioning, Palmer looked a little embarrassed. After thinking about it, he hesitated.

"I just... went to the sublimation furnace core, and accidentally... caused some... minor problems," Palmer's tone suddenly became firm, "Yes, minor problems, just some failed experiments. After all, it's When exploring unknown truths, failure is common, right?"

Boluogo was stunned for a few seconds. He didn't react until the green light turned on and the motorcycle roared forward.

"Oh my god..."

Boluogo sighed with his face covered.

"I don't want to, but I'm so unlucky, what can I do?" Palmer shouted, "If I can find that damn devil, I will stab him a few times."

Boluogo's expression was complicated, and he really didn't know what expression to show.

This time, he and Palmer were operating in the Great Rift, and they also encountered many unfortunate things during this period, such as the sudden breakage of the air corridor a few days ago. Fortunately, both of them were wearing adaptive arms, and the hook rope was in the complex situation of the Great Rift. Very useful in this environment.

Another example is when fighting a group of demons on a cliff building, the crooked building suddenly collapsed and collapsed.

This kind of thing is quite common in the Wandering Fork Road. These weird buildings have no stability at all, and they may collapse at any time. But when Boluogo crawled out of the rubble, relying on the secret power of recruiting, With his hand, he opened a gap in the cliff to hide, but he couldn't help but cast his eyes on Palmer.

Within two weeks, there were countless such things, and Boluogo was used to it. Later, he didn't even think it was bad luck, it was just an unexpected situation encountered during field operations.

Yes, emergencies are like that.

It was only now that Boluogo realized that maybe these were all activated by Palmer's "gift", and he had become accustomed to all this in the endless misfortune, and even regarded it as normal.

"Habit is a terrible force."

Boluogo shook his head and muttered to himself.

The motorcycle stopped slowly, Palmer glanced at Boluogo, and then asked.

"Are you here? Is that okay?"

"Okay, today is purchasing day," Bologg stood up and stepped out of the sidecar, took off his helmet and put it back in the sidecar. "Are you ready to rest tomorrow?"

Palmer didn't plan to go with him to sublimate the furnace core, and it was unrealistic for him to go to the Great Rift alone. This guy was so tired that he would probably sleep at home all day.

"Yeah, I'll sleep all day and no one will let me get up."

Palmer said firmly that the action in the Great Rift was quite interesting, but besides being interesting, it was also endless torture, complicated terrain, rampant monsters and monsters, toxic gases...

The spirit needs to be tense every second. If he maintains this state for a long time, Palmer feels that he is about to have a mental breakdown. In comparison, he loves his previous job very much. At least at that time, he was operating in the city. When he was tired, he would You can go to a coffee shop on the street to take a break.

"See you the day after tomorrow!" Bologo waved to Palmer.

As the motorcycles gradually disappeared into the streets, Boluogo remembered his previous fantasies about matching cars. As a result, he was directly placed in a ghost place called the Great Rift, where cars would not work.

Walking into "Charlie's House", this thrift store that Burlogo often visited, he said he came here to do some shopping on shopping day.

"Yo! Charlie."

Opening the door, Boluogo greeted the boss behind the counter.

"Long time no see, Bologo, you must have not been here for half a month." Charlie recognized Bologo at a glance.

Charlie couldn't recognize Bologg even if he wanted to. This guy's temperament was really wonderful. When Bologg was in the crowd, it was difficult to distinguish him from the crowd, but when he was alone, he had that aura about him. It has a cold undertone but is sharp enough to hit your eyeballs.

"I've been very busy with work recently, so I just have time to take a look." Boluogo walked directly towards the shelves, "Are there any new products?"

"It's all over there, you'd better pick it up quickly, I'm closing the store." Charlie said.

Burlogo waved his hand to show that he heard.

Covering his nose and cleaning the dust, Bologo picked out a few records and saw something strange in the corner.

"What are these, dolls? Do you still collect such things?" Boluogo picked up a rabbit doll from the carton. It should be white, but it has been left in the corner for a long time and is covered with dust. The color also became gray.

"Guess where I got all these goods." Charlie did not answer Boluogo's question directly, but asked instead.

"Someone is selling you old goods... I remember there is a centralized second-hand market in Opos. In addition to these, you should also buy goods there." Boluogo said.

"Almost, but you know what? Boluogo, in fact, a lot of goods are not considered second-hand goods, but more of dead people's things."

"Dead man's things?" Boluogo asked doubtfully.

"When a person dies, his family doesn't know what to do with his belongings. Some will be kept as souvenirs, and some unimportant things will be sold as secondhand goods. This is how many goods come from. .”

Charlie shrugged, with a strange smile on his face, and said to Boluogo.

"Of course, when you sell goods, you won't say they are dead people's goods, they are just second-hand goods. Why, do you feel scared?"

"No." Boluogo shook his head.

Charlie was a little surprised. Many guests would make different comments after knowing this, but what they had in common was that everyone felt a little uneasy, but Charlie could not see any ups and downs of emotions from Boluogo's face.

It's true that there are no emotional ups and downs. Charlie doesn't know what Borlogo's work is, let alone the things of dead people. Even if the room is full of corpses, Borlogo won't even blink. He might still be able to do it. He would carefully check the body to see if there was anyone alive, and then add that stabbing wound.

"Second goods being sold? A person's belongings have all been sold. It sounds like he died all over again." Boluogo whispered.

"There's nothing we can do about it," Charlie said helplessly. "Some people need money, and some people need to escape grief. Anyway, everyone makes different choices."

"There should be people who will leave these things and keep everything as if they never left." Bologo said.

"Who knows? If there is such a person, I probably don't know him. After all, I am a junk dealer."

Charlie laughed as he spoke. He stretched out his hand to take the goods selected by Boluogo, and then said.

"But such a person should be trapped in a whirlpool of grief and unable to extricate himself."

Boluogo thought for a while and said nothing.