Endless Debt

Bologg did not tell Aimu about the hallucination he saw... Maybe it was not a hallucination, but something real. Bologg did not have much pressure. As a debtor, he often had to deal with some weird things. For He was used to the things that appeared in hallucinations.

As for why he didn't tell Aimu about this, it was because Boluogo felt that the current situation was bad enough. Even telling Aimu wouldn't change anything, so he might as well reassure her.

Sometimes ignorance is a kind of happiness. Thinking of this, Boluogo began to miss himself before he became a condenser. At that time, his understanding of the world was so naive. Looking back on it now, this strong contrast Boluogo couldn't help but smile bitterly.

only……

Boluogo glanced at the ground beneath his feet and recalled the mysterious fourth group.

The Bureau of Order knows about the anomalies in the Great Rift, and the fourth group most likely exists in response to the anomalies here. As for the surrounding ether vacuum environment, maybe it was also caused by the Bureau of Order.

And this big crack...

Boluogo was actually a little excited at the moment. He was very close to a secret, so close that he could reach it at his fingertips.

"One piece of good news, one piece of bad news."

Bologg carried Aimu on his back and moved forward, and the terrain opened up more and more, until Bologg thought he was walking on a gray wilderness.

"Bad news." Aimu said.

"There's something weird here, some really weird stuff," Bologeau said. "The good news is, I've got a plan, and maybe I can use it to get out."

"what's the plan?"

"The Bureau of Order has an action team permanently stationed in the Great Rift. They may be nearby. As long as we find them, we will be saved. Even if we don't find them, I have the worst plan, but unless we reach a desperate situation, I suggest not Start this program.”

The ashes here were much softer, like snow. Bologg had one foot deep and one foot shallow, and the warm ashes poured into his shoes.

Boluogo walked to the edge of the gray wilderness. In front of him was a cliff. The gray land extended under the cliff, and then there was another cliff, like a giant's ladder, constantly advancing forward.

The folding knife stabbed hard into the cliff, and Boluogo moved downwards with difficulty.

In the past, Boluogo would have jumped directly from this height. Under the protection of the ether, he could easily withstand the impact. Even if he was injured, he could heal quickly.

But now that Boluogo had returned to his mortal form, he had to be careful about everything. He was like a mountaineer, struggling to climb down two cliffs, and then he was panting from exhaustion.

"I think we should take a break, what do you think?" Bologo said.

"Listen to you."

Aimu is now like a pendant, being carried by Boluogo on his back. She completely trusts Boluogo and leaves all actions to Boluogo's judgment.

Crawling along the edge of the cliff in his eyes, Boluogo found a raised location. This place was small and secluded. Neither of them had encountered another living creature so far. However, out of vigilance, Boluogo decided to rest here for a while.

Leaning in the shadow, the tense nerves relaxed slightly, and then the pain and hunger came to my heart.

Before, Boluogo could divert his attention by taking action, but now that he calmed down, all these messy things came to his door.

Boluogo is a man who is good at endurance. He closed his eyes and endured the torture. His breathing was smooth and steady, as if nothing had happened.

"Bologo, have you ever thought about what the world after death looks like?"

Suddenly, Aimu asked softly.

She fell to the side like a doll, her head tilted, and her eyes shimmered.

"Why do you want to ask this?"

"Just curious." Aimu said.

"The world after death?"

Boluogo pondered for a few seconds, and then said, "It was a world of nothingness, in the endless and deep starry sky. Everything looked dead and lifeless, and there were broken boulders hitting each other everywhere.

There... it's like a dream, anything can happen, and thunder can be seen from time to time. "

Burlogo tried hard to describe that weird and abstract world to Aimu in understandable language.

"It does sound like a dream, but why do you think the world after death is like this?" Aimu continued to ask.

"There's no reason why, because I can indeed reach the afterlife...if that counts."

Aimu thought that Bologg was carrying out artistic fantasies based on his own ideas, but in fact, this was exactly what Bologg could see after his death. Almost no one had ever had such an experience, so he talked about these moments. , Boluogo is still a little proud.

Boluogo continued to explain.

"Every time I die, I will briefly arrive in that void world and then be exiled back to the human world." Boluogo hesitated. "I also don't understand that place. I thought about exploring it before, but Every exploration requires death, and my multiple deaths in a short period of time will lengthen my dormancy time, so I can only give up temporarily."

Aimu was silent for a long time, trying to digest what Boluogo said. Not only would this guy not die, he could also personally reach the world after death.

"That sounds terrible, Bologg." Aimu sighed longly.

"What's wrong?"

"You destroyed people's beliefs," Aimu said. "For example, people thought they would go to heaven after death, but an undead came over and told them that there was nothing after death, just nothingness. At most, there were some rocks bumping around. go."

"Don't think so much. The 'world after death' is just a name I give to that environment. It can also be called the 'world of nothingness' or 'between nothingness' or something like that."

Boluogo didn't expect Aimu to think so seriously, so he quickly explained.

Treating Aimu from a human perspective, Aimu is at the stage of the formation of the world view, and Boluogo tried his best to prevent her from becoming a freak like himself.

Well...Brogo couldn't guarantee it, but he tried to avoid it.

"To be precise, it is not a real afterlife, but more like a place where my consciousness will stay briefly when I am in a state of resurrection."

After a long time, Aimu whispered "Yeah", so that she could still have some illusions about the world after death.

Seeing her look like this, Boluogo smiled and then said, "You remind me of Palmer."

"Why do you think of him?"

"Our daily patrols are actually quite boring. Palmer and I would chat about strange things on the way, and sometimes we would guess what was in each other's pockets."

"It sounds so childish."

"I think it's quite childish, but it's really a good way to pass the time."

Boluogo muttered that with Palmer around, you would never be bored, provided you could accept his bad luck... To be precise, it was precisely because of this bad luck that you would never be bored.

It was difficult for Aimu to understand the sympathy between the two guys, and she did not want to waste the ether to emphasize this. She just said a perfunctory "Yeah, yeah" and continued to listen to what Boluogo said.

"Palmer once brought up a similar question to you. He asked me where do people's souls go after they die?"

"How did you answer?"

"I didn't answer him," Boluogo waved his hand nonchalantly, "That's too childish."

"ah?"

Before Aimu could ask questions, Boluogo laughed. He thought it was very interesting to tease Aimu like this. In this deep ghost place, such fun is too rare.

"Okay, okay, I did not answer him. This guy is really talkative. Once he starts talking, he won't stop talking... This time is no exception. Seeing that I didn't respond, he started talking to himself. .”

Boluogo recounted his memories of that time.

"Palmer said that when people die, they sit in a car with their hands on the steering wheel and drive down a never-ending highway.

The car won't break down, the gas tank will never run dry, your favorite music will be playing on the radio, and maybe your best friends will be in the passenger seat, the back seat, or the trunk. A very happy scene.

Everyone seemed to be going on an outing, stepping on the accelerator, facing the howling wind, chasing the sunset, laughing and laughing, but they could never reach the end, and they would always remain on the long road. "

Boluogo's voice stopped, and after a brief silence, Aimu sighed.

"That sounds so...romantic."

"It's not romantic at all, it's just that this guy put together the elements he likes," Bologo said, citing examples, "driving, drag racing, radio music, and an audience to listen to his endless jokes. , for Palmer, this is his paradise."

"Then Palmer is really easy to satisfy." Aimu didn't know how to evaluate it.

"Probably. After all, he is the heir of the Clerks family. He has enjoyed enough material prosperity and wealth. He just wants to pursue some spiritual pursuits."

Having said this, Boluogo paused and continued.

"Then Palmer's spiritual pursuit is pitiful..."

This time it was Aimu who laughed, and she said, "You are rarely so humorous, Boluogo."

"It's just a matter of saying something appropriate under the circumstances. We really need some humor in this hellish place to relieve the inner pressure." Boluogo replied.

The blue halo rotated slightly, and Aimu couldn't figure out whether Boluogo was really humorous or had professionalism, which made him rationally feel that he should be humorous now.

There seems to be no difference between the two, but there also seems to be a big difference.

But one thing Boluogo said was right, they all needed some light words to ease their depressed mood.

Aimu relaxed, and his tense mood slowly melted into warm water like ice.

"Boluogo, I have a secret." Aimu said suddenly.

"I am listening."

The surroundings were dim and pitch black, and when Bologo said nothing, he became one with the shadows.

After hearing Boluogo's words, Aimu felt much relieved, and then she continued.

"I don't seem to have free will."