Endless Debt

Opening his eyes, the gray ceiling came into view, and a slightly chilly breeze blew by. Boluogo saw a pure white angel descending from the sky and reaching out to him.

Have you... arrived in heaven?

Boluogo was confused for a few seconds, and soon he realized one thing. With what he had done, even if he didn't go to hell, he wouldn't be able to reach the so-called kingdom of heaven, right?

With this sufficient self-knowledge, Boluogo tried his best to open his eyes and see clearly the curtains dancing in the wind.

Sure enough, I should usually wear glasses or something.

He didn't die, nor did he go to any heaven. He just slept for too long, his brain was all bunched up, and his consciousness became sluggish.

Feeling an irrelievable feeling of fatigue all over his body, Boluogo tried to raise his hand to rub his eyes, but then a pain shot up from his arm, making him unable to move.

At this time, he should rest honestly, but he still raised his hand stubbornly and endured the pain. He saw that there were circles of bandages on his arm and an infusion line.

"It hurts so much...Amu, what happened?"

Bologg asked. He was used to asking about Aimu's status. When he was unconscious, Aimu could still stay awake, which was very beneficial to Bologg.

After realizing that Aimu was not around, Boluogo felt a little uncomfortable. He instinctively acquiesced that Aimu would always be in a state of resonance with him.

Bologg lay on the hospital bed honestly and began to carefully recall his experience before coma. As an undead, after waking up from death, Bologg couldn't control himself from appearing there. It was like he was hungover. Try to remember what happened before death and connect the stories together.

Soon, the relief on Boluogo's face was gone. He sat up nervously and looked around in panic.

The ward was empty, with only Boluogo alone. Logically speaking, he should have returned to full condition after his resurrection, but this time he still felt very tired, with no strength, and a restless hunger deep in his heart.

There are few things that can still affect Boluogo after resurrection, and mania is one of them.

Suppressing the nausea in his heart, Boluogo opened the door and looked for something in the corridor.

…

"So I really envy that bastard! He died like that and yet he survived!

Wow, you should really see what he looked like at that time, as if he was eaten by a monster, then half-digested, and then excreted. "

In the corridor of the Border Nursing Home, Palmer sat in a wheelchair and chatted with the nurse behind him.

The last time he stayed at the Border Nursing Home, Palmer had a good chat with the nurses. Now that he's staying here for the second time, Palmer feels like he's back home, with a full sense of belonging.

"I really envy these undead..."

Palmer said and touched the cast on his arm. Burlogo's spear penetrated Palmer's arm. Although it saved his life, it also extended Palmer's vacation in the border sanatorium for several weeks.

Palmer is a condenser, but not an immortal. Even with the help of alchemical potions, his injuries will take some time to heal.

The injury is tough, but on the bright side, Palmer is taking a day off.

A rare and somewhat miserable vacation.

"Speaking of which..."

Palmer suddenly said mysteriously.

There was no need for Palmer to say anything more. The nurse nodded with a smile, and then she also pretended to be mysterious and put her hands into her arms.

Palmer's breathing quickened slightly, and he looked at the nurse's hand expectantly. In his excited eyes, the nurse took out two cassettes from her arms.

"Here, remember to keep your voice down, otherwise it will be confiscated if you disturb others." The nurse instructed.

"Oh oh oh!"

Palmer took the tape and shouted excitedly.

Everything about the Border Sanitarium was great, except for the lack of entertainment.

During this period of time, Palmer's only pleasure besides sleeping was chatting with the nurses. Although Palmer liked to tell some strange and cold jokes, which always made people unable to understand what he was talking about, relying on his outstanding appearance He is a comedian and has successfully won everyone's love.

In terms of Palmer's evaluation of himself, he has completed the cornerstone of friendship, and the next step is to start the bud of love before them.

Of course, whenever the bud of love is about to arise, Palmer will say it with great regret.

"What a pity. It's a pity that I have a fiancée. I need to stay loyal to my fiancée, otherwise we might have another story."

Palmer felt like a swinger bound by an engagement, but in the eyes of the nurses, he was a poor patient who pestered them every day with strange laughter and some mental problems.

"Are all field workers like this now? Is his mental age really considered an adult?"

"Shh, I heard from other doctors that he was not like this. An accident occurred during a mission, which caused him to have some brain problems."

"Ah? How pitiful."

After the nurses finished chatting with each other, they looked at Palmer with the same regretful eyes.

Their care for Palmer stemmed entirely from the harmonious doctor-patient relationship and Palmer's noble spirit of dedication to his career. For this reason, the two groups of people got along completely on different channels, and they still get along very harmoniously until now.

Palmer fiddled with the tape in his hand. He asked the nurse to help him buy it. In this era when communications were not developed, what kind of music you could hear depended entirely on what was played on the radio and what was sold in the shops near your home. What.

For this reason, Palmer has a strange habit. Whenever he goes to a strange place, he will go to the shops there to see if there are any new gadgets that he has not seen before.

Just when Palmer thought his boring life was about to get better, bursts of rapid footsteps came from the end of the corridor.

I saw a disheveled guy rushing out. He was walking barefoot on the cold ground and his figure was a little shaky, so he also used an infusion stand as a crutch.

To anyone, this looks like a desolate person, but those who are familiar with him know that this thing looks like a crutch, but in his hands it will turn into a deadly weapon every minute.

Palmer was stunned for a moment, then recognized his partner.

"Live! Live!"

Palmer seemed a little incoherent, and soon Bologo walked up to him.

"Good morning, Palmer."

"Good morning... Good morning, Bologo."

Palmer's response was dry, and he felt that something was not quite right in the atmosphere.

"I'm sorry," Burlogo glanced at Palmer's arm, which was in a cast. "I couldn't think of any other way at the time."

"No...nothing."

Palmer felt quite uncomfortable, and Bologg was a bit... too polite. He still liked Bologg's unsmiling look in the past, which meant that Bologg was in normal condition.

A perverted murderer goes out on time every day to kill people. After killing people, he remembers to clean up the scene and bring you dinner back. This is too normal, not normal.

But if one day, this perverted murderer suddenly chats with you about the meaning of life and whether what you do is meaningful... this is too weird, something is definitely going to happen!

"So...how long has it been since I fell into the great rift?"

Boluogo sighed. If he hadn't met anyone else along the way, he really wouldn't want to ask this obscure guy Palmer.

"About half a month."

Palmer blinked, "Anyway, I've been here for almost half a month. You were brought in a few days ago. Oh, you looked miserable at the time, as if you were excreted by some kind of monster." …”

"I'm the only one? Have you seen Aimu?" Boluogo automatically blocked Palmer's nonsense.

Boluogo was worried about one thing. When he fell into the great rift, Aimu and he were in a state of coexistence.

In Jeffrey's opinion, he was the only one who fell down, and later Aimu was torn into pieces by himself. If he didn't pay attention, she might be forgotten there.

The more Boluogo thought about it, the more nervous he became. He had always had a sense of responsibility for Aimu. He was the one who involved Aimu in this dispute and used her harmonious body to gain his own advantage. Therefore, he had to be responsible for Aimu. If Aimu Miao died in such a ridiculous way, and Boluogo will feel guilty and self-blame...

Boluogo hates the emotion of guilt very much. It is like an irreversible curse, accompanying you day and night. When you are at your most vulnerable, it reminds you that you have done something wrong, and you have no ability to redeem it. Everything is already doomed. .

"Aimu?"

Palmer looked at Boluogo, and he suddenly showed an expression of realization, as if he knew what Boluogo was thinking, with a bit of a bad smile.

"Relax, partner, don't be so nervous."

Palmer's tone was slow, like an old man basking in the sun.

Sharp eyes fell on Palmer, and a chill came over him. Palmer shuddered, and his speech speed started to double. But even under this situation, Palmer still did not forget his damned words. Bad joke.

He likes bad jokes too much.

"Guess a riddle, Boluogo. When people are sick, they should go to the hospital. If the machine breaks down, where should they go?"

Boluogo's eyes were still sharp, and he was in no mood to guess.

"Of course, send it for repair!"

Palmer screamed.

"So she is sublimating the furnace core now?" Boluogo asked.

"Bailey is in charge of rebuilding her body, what's going on! What's going on!"

Halfway through Palmer's explanation, he clearly noticed that something was not right about the aura exuding from Boluogo's body.

"Bailey..."

Boluogo murmured Bailee's name with a complicated expression. He still remembered Aimu's evaluation of Bailie, but now it seems that apart from Bailie, no one else can be entrusted to repair Aimu.

because……

"So where is the delusional man... TEDA?" Boluogo asked again.

Hearing this, Palmer put away his smile and said seriously.

"He disappeared, taking the Immortal Heart with him."