Endless Debt

"Norm Ward?"

Hearing the name, a strange color flashed across his pale face, but the man quickly hid it and put on a weird smile. He put his hands on the counter, and his skin was like a film wrapped around the rugged finger bones. , the fingers are slender, like branches, constantly rubbing.

Like a pale, hairless rat living in a sewer.

"He's not here right now," the man replied.

"Where are the others?"

"Going out to practice medicine."

Boluogo stared at the man, using the gas mask to cover his eyes as he glanced around the corner.

The light in the room was very dim, and the fan blades on the ceiling were constantly turning, making bursts of disturbing noise. Apart from the counter in front of him and the medicine cabinet behind the man, Boluogo couldn't see many useful things, but he could What is known is that something is not right about this clinic.

As he walked from the corridor to the clinic, he noticed the scale of the clinic building. It was like a huge metal sarcoma hanging on the cliff. Logically speaking, the internal space should be very large, but now Boluogo said This place is really too small, with more space hidden in the invisible darkness.

"When will he come back?" asked Borogo.

"I don't know either. After all, there will always be accidents in this place, right?"

The man smiled, with a slightly twisted and sick look on his face.

"Do you need anything else? If it's a prescription, you just need to pay," the man continued, running his slender fingers over the bottles on the medicine cabinet, "If you're in the wrong place, Then please leave as soon as possible."

Boluogo did not reply. Relying on the power of the "Hidden One", his figure was very hazy, like a vague mist in the dim environment. When he was silent, he was like a speechless ghost.

"Okay, I know, excuse me."

Boluogo said, turned around and walked towards the iron door.

But when he reached the door, Boluogo stopped again, like a wall, blocking the passage to the outside world. His back was turned to everyone, and a chaotic and hoarse voice sounded from the shadow under the hat.

"I've always wanted to play a character like this."

The expression of the man behind the counter changed slightly, and his hand touched the handle of the knife under the counter. There was a slight sound in the darkness, like someone standing up from the chair and gearing up.

"The sanctioner, the perpetrator, the enforcer..."

One word after another was spat out, echoing in the darkness. The man stared at Boluogo's back. In a daze, he saw Boluogo turning his head. In the deep shadows, a pair of cyan eyes were watching. Own.

"The Punisher."

A sonorous voice lingered in the man's ears.

…

"Calculating the time, Boluo Ge should have reached the Wandering Fork in the Road."

In the cafeteria of the Bureau of Order, Jeffrey forked a piece of steaming beef sausage, looked at the sky, and thought about Boluogo who was on a mission.

"Roughly the same."

Yas sat opposite Jeffrey, and the two had dinner together. Of course, if possible, Yas would prefer to eat at home instead of working overtime in the Order Bureau.

"This can be regarded as another kind of assessment. There is no veteran to guide him and let him complete such a task alone... Does Lebius not trust him enough?" Yas thought for a while and said.

The field operations of the Bureau of Order have always been full of dangers. Newcomers like Bologo must be accompanied by at least one veteran when performing tasks according to regulations.

"Bologo has been an intern for a year, and it's just the first time he has faced a potential condenser. This is not a problem." Jeffrey took a big bite of the sausage and bread. "Besides, compared to distrust, , I think Lebius wants to test Boluogo."

"Testing?"

"Yes, test this guy to see how far he can do it. After all, there is some difference between assessment and actual combat."

Jeffrey stopped eating and thought about it carefully. He seemed to have thought of something interesting, and a strange smile appeared on his face.

"Yas, if it were you, how would you capture that target?"

"If it were me... survey the terrain, then find a way to sneak in, and put the dagger on his neck."

As he spoke, Yas shook his hand, and a bright silver dagger appeared in his hand. No one could see clearly how the dagger appeared. His hand dropped, and the dagger disappeared.

"It's your style, so think about it, what would Boluogo do?" Jeffrey asked.

"I can't imagine that someone like me might sneak in secretly and then capture the other person." Yas said that he didn't have much contact with Boluogo.

"Hmm... not very good. These are all 'common sense' solutions. If they are too common sense, they will appear boring." Jeffrey said something Yas couldn't understand.

"Then what do you think he will do?" Yas asked.

After thinking for two seconds, Jeffrey looked at his dinner plate. The sausage was chopped into pieces with a knife, and the sauce was like blood, wrapping the scattered meat.

"Rather than answer this question, I would like to say something else first..."

Jeffrey knitted his brows together and did not answer Yas's question. Instead, he talked about the problem of Boluogo himself.

"As I said before, Boluogo has been in the dark cell for too long and has some mental problems. What's worse is that I think Adele's death stimulated him and made him The disease is getting worse.”

"What disease?"

Yas put down his knife and fork. He has always been wary of existences related to the devil. He is also clearly opposed to hiring debtors in the Order Bureau. The slightest possibility of Bologg losing control will attract his attention.

"role play?"

Jeffrey said uncertainly. This word was surprising. Before Yas could ask anything, he continued to explain.

"Bologo Lazarus... This man is somewhat paranoid and narcissistic, and extremely adheres to his so-called 'iron law of justice'. Lebius feels that Bologo imagines himself as a 'savior', but Compared to the 'Savior', I actually think Boluogo's idea is simpler."

Jeffrey frowned suddenly, remembering.

"One day Borogo suddenly told me that he understood the true meaning of life," said Jeffrey. "At that time, Adele had just passed away. I thought he was just overly sad and started talking crazy, but Now that I think about it, maybe he was serious.”

"What did he say?" Yas became curious.

"He said that Adele is a person of faith. She was a military doctor many years ago and went to the battlefield to save people. After retiring, she still chose to do good deeds and serve her God... People like her deserve to go to heaven. That's right, enjoying the glory and warmth...

But her god gave her this ending.

Boluogo felt that the so-called god did not exist, and it might exist, but it was also an extremely indifferent god. "

A helpless smile appeared on Jeffrey's face, and he continued.

"Brogo often uses some wonderful metaphors to describe some things, and he always talks about many fallacies that are problematic at first sight, but there is one sentence he said right.

There must always be someone who maintains the sacred 'iron law of justice'.

If God does not respond to His followers, then it is up to Bologg to do so. "

Jeffrey's voice became stern.

"It's up to Borogo Lazarus to set things right."

"What is he trying to correct?" Yas said.

"Iron laws of axioms.

To extend blessings to good people and bring down fire to evil people, this is the ‘iron law of justice’,” Jeffrey said, “This is the ‘role’ he is ‘role-playing’. "

"He talks about 'good man', 'savior' and 'hero'... These words are still too noble for him. He cannot be as great as a 'good man'. He is despicable and lowly. What he is best at is Kill people and fight violence with violence.

So he calls himself the ‘evil man’. "

"the wicked?"

"That's right, villain.

If God is unwilling to punish those who have made mistakes, then it is up to Borogo Lazarus, a greater evil man, to punish and do evil. "

Jeffrey took a deep breath and squinted his eyes as if telling a scary story.

"The Wandering Fork Road, the shadow place of Oath City and Opos, is full of filth and evil, and demons are hidden in every corner that is hard to reach...it is full of evil people."

Thinking of this, Jeffrey smiled, as if he was worried about those evil people.

"Now, a somewhat psychopathic undead man obsessed with role-playing is rushing there humming a song and armed to the teeth.

Boluogo is not only venting his anger, he also wants to abide by his own 'iron law of justice'. He is his own god, a tyrannical and paranoid god.

Someone had to pay for his friend's death. "

Yas understood what Jeffrey said. Just by imagining that scene, he felt an inexplicable pressure, and the tip of his nose seemed to smell deep blood.

"A group of evil people face another...bigger and more brutal evil person." Yas whispered.

Jeffrey picked up the water glass and took a sip, trying to soothe his hot throat and said softly.

"Going back to the previous question, what means will Bologo use to get in? I think his method is... no means."

Jeffrey stared at Yas and asked.

"Now he is an angel representing the Holy Judgment, and the folding knife in his hand is a flaming sword... Do you think an angry angel will sneak in and carry out assassinations?

No, Yas, Boluogo is not such a gentle person.

He would only knock on the doors of the wicked with his sword angrily, and declare God's judgment to them with a shrill wail. "

Jeffrey laughed, as if he were telling a bad joke.

"The death penalty shall be carried out immediately."

…

In the dim clinic, the atmosphere completely solidified after Boluogo finished speaking. The man behind the counter gripped the handle of the knife tightly, ready to slash at any time, while the lurking guys in the darkness were also ready to fight.

Boluogo noticed this, but he did not take a stance to face the enemy. Instead, he closed the iron door that was open at one corner, then pulled down the anti-theft door bolt on the side, and fastened it tightly.

Noticing Boluogo's movements, the man behind the counter was stunned for a second, and then let out a burst of ridicule. Such ridicule echoed in the darkness, and vague whispers could be heard. They were discussing Boluogo and talking about each other. His own death.

"These are new clothes..."

Boluogo muttered, taking off his gray and black windbreaker, revealing his white shirt and the many sharp blades mounted on his body.

With the disappearance of the protection of the "Hidden One", the violent anger became more intense. Although Boluogo looked very ordinary, everyone couldn't help but feel the pressure.

No one acted rashly.

Folding the gray and black trench coat, he placed it on a chair beside him. He took off his top hat and placed it on the trench coat. He turned around slowly, faced the many evil things in the darkness, and finally took off his gas mask. mask.

His suppressed breathing became smoother, he blinked, a cyan light rose in his eyes, and he sniffed vigorously, a trace of disgust flashed across Bolog's face, and he said casually.

"Everyone, don't you think the smell here is a bit too bad?"

Holding the folding knife in his hand, Bologger stared impassively into the darkness.

"Anyone want to do some house cleaning?"

Before he finished speaking, the man behind the counter drew out his long knife and was about to cross the counter and slash at Boluogo, but Boluogo was faster than him. The clear sound of steel sounded, and the sharp folding knife extended in his hand, and at the same time, a silver knife The bright flying knife was thrown, causing a harsh whistle.

The flying knife passed over the man's knife-wielding wrist, accurately scraping off a large amount of flesh and blood, bringing up a large amount of blood, and nailed it into the counter behind, shattering bottles and jars.

The severe pain made it difficult for the man to hold the long knife. He fell to the ground with a clanking sound. His expression was distorted. The flying knife cut open his wrist and the blood continued to flow.

"kill him!"

The man shouted, but it was useless for him to give orders. The moment Boluogo threw the throwing knife, the darkness around him began to squirm, and one after another ferocious shadows emerged from the shadows, waving knives, guns and clubs.

Boluogo swung his folding knife, raised his arms, and like a dance, the deadly flying knives came out one after another, like a pouring rain, leaving streaks of silver rain in the air.

Slit arms, cut open bodies, wipe throats...

Painful whimpering and screams continued, weapons and corpses fell to the ground, turning into dull drumbeats. Someone successfully approached Boluogo, but his head was chopped off with a folding knife.

With the jackknife pierced through the heart, Bologo picked up the body and spun and jumped with it, as if it were his dance partner, performing a pas de deux with Bologg.

There was a loud sound of gunfire, and flowers of blood burst out on the body of the dance partner. The villains surrounded him, and their swords clashed, cutting the body of the dance partner into bloody pieces. Boluogo escaped all the attacks during the dance, only His clothes were stained with blood.

During the rotation, faces flashed before Boluogo's eyes. Their faces were ferocious and extremely greedy, and the aura of corruption on their bodies could not be concealed even by blood.

The dance ended. Bologg picked up his partner and smashed it into the other corner. The fallen corpse crushed several people. Bologg stepped on the corpse, jumped up high, and then came down with a thunderous blade. , slashed diagonally towards a person's neck, and threw his head up.

Looking back, under the dim light, everyone was bathed in blood, and their ferocious faces showed alienation that was not human.

Demons, all of you here are demons, and you are all evil people waiting for the judgment of fire.

"That's great. It won't be burdensome to cut it like this."

A smile appeared on Boluogo's face, and the blood dyed the white clothes completely red, sticking close to his body and outlining the tense muscles under the clothes.

Breathing heavily, the demon's rotten smell mixed with potion and blood formed an indescribable, but enough to make people vomit and disgusted, like the corpse of a monster with a head falling into the mud, letting it go Decay and decay.

It was a bad smell, but like some kind of quirk, Boluogo liked this smell very much, and it made him deeply intoxicated.

"You know? Maybe it's because I've been in the dark cell for too long. I always feel that I have some mental problems... I have a desire to crush everything into powder and pour out all my fiery rage."

Boluogo muttered to himself, his expression twisted and sickly, and blood dripped on his pale face, like red war makeup.

"Jeffrey feels the same way. He has always suggested that I go see a doctor. I also think this is a good suggestion. You can't cause trouble to others, right?"

He spoke words that the demons could not understand.

"But then I realized the existence of you, the devils, the great villains!"

As he spoke, Boluogo put down his folding knife and stuck it on the corpse. His hands were like presenting flowers, and he faced the demons with joy.

"It's really awesome that there are demons in this world!"

He said it from the bottom of his heart.

"As long as I vent this twisted desire on you, there should be no problem. After all, you are soul-devouring demons. You are destined to be driven out and killed anyway. Why can't I do it?"

Borogo's eyes sparkled.

Slaughtering demons not only satisfies one's twisted desires, but also adheres to one's "iron laws". It also fulfills the responsibilities of the Bureau of Order. More importantly, it can extract the fragments of souls from the corpses of demons. , to fill one's own holes and suppress the outbreak of mania.

Boluogo felt that there was nothing more pleasurable in the world than killing demons.

"That's great!"

Boluogo had his hands empty and looked at the demons with ardent eyes, rubbing his hands and gesturing to them.

After a brief silence, the demons understood what Boluogo meant, and felt a great sense of humiliation in their hearts. They roared and waved their swords, slashing at the empty-handed Boluogo.

The attack was menacing, but in Boluogo's eyes, it was full of flaws. The distance kept shrinking until they were face to face, and the bright sword light was raised high.

Boluogo stepped sideways and ran headlong into the demon's arms. He hit his chest with his elbow, and the sound of broken bones erupted.

The raised sword was slowed down for a second by this blow. The elbow was quickly raised and dropped, hitting the throat once, and then raised again, hitting the chin.

Turning around, turning around, and punching, Boluogo's fist whizzed past, hitting the demon's head. After each blow, the demon's body trembled violently, and he stepped back, with constant cracking sounds, until With the last punch, the devil seemed to have been drained of all his strength, his face was bloody and bloody, and he fell down stiffly, and Boluogo's fist was also covered with blood.

He lowered his head and dodged another slashing sword blade. After seeing the ferocity of Boluogo, the opponent did not hold back. He missed the blow and directly drew out the dagger and tried to continue stabbing Boluogo.

Holding the opponent's wrist with both hands, he controlled the sword and dagger. The demon's strength was much greater than Boluogo expected. For a moment, they were in a stalemate, and no one could subdue the other.

The demon roared and hit Bologg with a headbutt, causing Bologg's nose to bleed. He thought that Bologg would flinch in pain, but instead he laughed in the severe pain.

As footsteps approached, another demon picked up the blood-stained long knife and chopped Boluogo's head from behind.

At the critical moment, Bologo let go and staggered the dagger. The devil couldn't control his strength for a moment. The dagger stabbed down and instead penetrated his thigh. Bologo raised his foot and kicked the dagger hard. Down, the dagger penetrated the flesh and blood, and the tip of the knife stabbed out from under the thigh.

Screaming and bleeding, the demon knelt down helplessly. Boluogo took the opportunity to directly step on its thigh, and stepped on his shoulder with his other foot. He jumped up briefly, elbowed from top to bottom, and slammed into the demon's thigh. top of head.

The pupils of the eyes instantly became bloodshot, and amid the crackling sound, the demon's head visibly deflated a bit, and its vision seemed to be swallowed up by a blizzard, leaving only white chaos.

The long sword is coming, with the sound of howling wind.

Boluogo hugged the unconscious demon and fell towards the ground. He dodged the long knife that came from behind, and then kicked the unconscious demon fiercely. Its body slid on the blood-stained ground and hit him in one fell swoop. Downed the demon holding a long knife.

When it tried to get up, a black shadow had already wrapped around it. After a brief run-up, Bologo smashed its face with a flying knee, and then the two rolled together and struggled with each other.

The demon roared, and it pressed Bologg under its body, drew out the pistol, and prepared to end Bologg's life.

The narrow and dark room limits the use of firearms, but at this distance, it can kill this uninvited guest with just a slight pull of the trigger.

Sharp pain came from his elbow. Bologg pulled out a flying knife and pierced it deeply into the joint. Before the demon could cry out, a tooth-gripping sound of bone friction sounded, and Bologg twisted. He broke off its elbow and grabbed the pistol that was supposed to be pointed at him.

"Smile, my friend."

Under the face covered with blood, there was a clear green light.

After the gunfire, Boluogo kicked over the demon with only half its head left, and stood up slowly.

“Black as night, black as coal.”

He hummed his favorite melody, walked over the corpses, pulled out the folding knife stuck on them, and left knife marks on the throats of each corpse again.

After doing all this, Boluogo turned to look at the only demon still standing in the pool of blood.

Unlike other demons, it was completely frightened by Boluogo's violence. It froze in place and did not make any movement until Boluogo looked at it, as if he had just woken up from a big dream. It let out a shrill scream and fled towards the iron gate.

Run away, run away quickly.

There was only one thought left in its mind, but no matter how hard it pulled the iron door, the iron door would not move. Then it saw that the anti-theft door bolt was hung.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

It cursed, and extreme fear made its hands tremble. Even though it was such a simple movement, it couldn't do it well anyway. The metal made a trembling sound in its hands, as if it was crying.

Bologo laughed when he saw this, he raised the blood-stained pistol leisurely, frowned, his expression twisted together, his slightly blurred vision became clear, and he pulled the trigger.

Gunshots rang out.

Boluogo's shooting skills were bad enough. All the bullets landed on the iron door, leaving dents one after another.

"No!" Boluogo complained loudly.

The demon ignored all this, the gunfire was like the syllables of death, and extreme panic chased it.

Footsteps approached.

It didn't dare to look back, and had no chance to look back. An arm wrapped around its neck, clamping it tightly.

"Take a deep breath, friend."

The monster's whisper rang in his ears, and the demon could feel the air flowing over his skin, warm and fishy, ​​like a bloodthirsty beast, baring its fangs at him in the darkness behind him.

"no no……"

It flapped its arms, but the strength seemed so weak that it was not enough to shake the gradually tightening noose.

Breathing began to become difficult, and his chest felt like it was being oppressed by a boulder. It was unclear whether it was tears or blood. The demon's vision blurred into gray nothingness, until at a certain moment, a clear snapping sound sounded from under the flesh and blood, and the demon's head twisted, His face was livid.

Boluogo let go of his hand, letting the body fall in a pool of blood, and stared at his blood-stained hands.

Trembling and trembling with excitement, like a giant shark smelling blood, the fire has been ignited, and it is difficult to extinguish it without burning the darkness into pieces.

"Where are you?"

Boluogo pretended to be asking among the corpses.

The rat-like man disappeared. The moment the battle started, the guy fled into the darkness. Bologger was sniffing his traces. He knew that the rat would lead him to Norm War. Virtue.

"Norm, where are you?"

Boluogo walked into the counter and used a folding knife to pry open a secret door. From the dark depths, a cold wind filled with innocent souls blew.

"Oh, are you here?"

Boluogo smiled.

The wails of thousands of dead souls could be vaguely heard, but Boluogo was not afraid. He enjoyed the pain of the demons, but all this was not enough at the moment, not enough.

Bologna was not satisfied.

It was like a sacrifice to an unknown being.

He does not need the evil people to realize their mistakes or to repent sincerely. All He needs is the evil people to pay the price they deserve.

The blood of the wicked, the flesh of the wicked, the pain of the wicked.

He is never satisfied.

Dots of starlight rose from the fallen corpses, and they gathered into wisps of silk-like light ribbons, entangled with Boluogo's body. He devoured the fragments of his soul, and the green light in his eyes became more and more intense. .

"Run! The evil spirit is going to catch up with you!"

He laughed.

The nightmare walks out of the story and into a deeper darkness, full of violence and spreading fear that goes straight to the bone marrow.