Endless Debt

Chapter 32 Mask

In the deserted theater, Borogo stood under the stage. He tried to see Kedening's face clearly, but Kedening was sitting on the stage, with his back to the light, and the makeup on his face was difficult to discern, as if he was wearing a dark mask. .

"I like this story, this kind of confusion between identities, the boundaries begin to become blurred and confusing, and then bring about conflicts. Between the sharp contradictions, it gradually leads to madness..."

Borrogo leaned against the stage and gave his own version of the story.

Ketning was a little surprised. This audience member was very familiar with him, and what he said was quite interesting. Ketning had heard enough compliments, and analysis of recognition like this was still relatively rare.

This gave him more patience with Bologna.

"But I think the best part is the part where Bart confesses himself."

Boluogo raised his eyebrows. He felt that coming to this show was the best decision he had ever made.

"You mean the part about self-identity?" Codenin said, whispering Bart's lines, "What kind of person am I?"

"No, no, I mean the front part," Boluogo corrected, "Each of us has three faces."

“One face is what others see, another is what we think we are, and then there is what we really are.”

Boluogo grabbed the edge of the stage, jumped slightly, and sat next to Kedening.

"I very much agree with this sentence, it is very well written."

Borogo continued, explaining his understanding of these words.

"When you interact with people, you will have a gradually more specific outline in the eyes of others, and then there will be labels attached to you, such as gentle, vicious, kind, or evil."

Kodenin did not interrupt Bologg's words. It could be felt that this was a somewhat egoistic and narcissistic audience, but his words did attract Kodenin's attention.

"But this is not what we really look like. This is what others see us as, the face that exists in other people's eyes."

Boluogo spread his hands and expressed his helplessness.

"The way we see ourselves will also change slightly due to the eyes of others... Just like being expected, you don't want to break the image in their eyes, so you will gradually get closer to the image in their eyes, which makes He became unrecognizable."

"Yes, so everyone is wearing a mask. Sometimes, we even don't realize that we are wearing a mask."

Kedening touched his face as he spoke. The mask stuck so tightly to his face that it almost became one, blending into the flesh and blood, indistinguishable from each other. "This is even more true for actors. I have a thousand faces, a thousand faces." name."

"Yeah, so I can understand Bart. He desperately wants to know who he is... What kind of identity does a person have to live in, whether he is a worker, a thief, or something in between. "

Burlogo recalled the show.

"And this is the third self, the real self, which is not interfered by the outside world. It is the original and our original self."

"The original self." Kedening whispered, looking at Boluo Ge.

"The original self? That's a good word." Boluogo nodded, and then said with a sense of expectation.

"This would be a tragedy, right? Bart is bound by different identities. He can hardly find the blurred boundaries and will only sink deeper and deeper into it, and eventually enter destruction."

"No, I expected this to be a good ending," Kedening shook his head, imagining the scene at the end, "Life is difficult enough, and it should give the audience a happy ending."

"L...Mr. Lazarus." He tried to pronounce Bologg's name, but was interrupted by Bologg.

"Bologo, just call me Bologo."

"So, Boluogo, do you resonate with this? You can think of so many things."

"More or less," Bologo said, "I also had an experience where... I was almost overwhelmed by different identities."

he continued.

"Everyone has a secret.

In the eyes of those close to you, you are a friendly, life-loving person, but privately, you are a villain. There is blood on your fists every day, and normal life and crazy life begin to overlap... This will only Ruined it all. "

Until Adele's death, she had no idea what kind of work Borlogo was doing.

In fact, Boluogo felt that Adele had already guessed it, but she didn't say it. After all, his own existence was enough to surprise her.

The life of ordinary people and the responsibilities of debtors.

"But there will always be people who accept such a complicated self, just like my wife." Mentioning his wife, Ke Dening showed a faint smile on his face.

"Do you accept it...that's not bad."

Boluogo's heart trembled.

He still remembers how he felt when he saw Adele when he was released from prison.

They hadn’t seen each other for a long time, but he still recognized Adele at a glance. Adele was not frightened by her own experience. Instead, she greeted her cordially and walked over.

She exchanged greetings with Boluogo, chatting about Boluogo who had not changed much in the past few years, except that his skin color was paler, and he told himself to remember to get more sun, and other long-winded words.

Finally, she gave Burlogo a big hug and asked him if he had no place to live, he could stay at her house for a while, but there was only a sofa.

Boluogo was stunned for a few seconds, and there was a softness similar to Kedening's at the corner of his mouth, but then the softness disappeared and turned into coldness and viciousness.

"If I were to write the story of "The Prowling Rat," I would probably be more extreme than you."

Boluogo did not continue the conversation, but brought up his own ideas.

Kedening motioned for him to continue. He and Bologo had a good conversation. In order to create better stories, Kedening liked to exchange ideas with people, especially people like Bologo who could understand his story.

"For example, if the identity conflict is not enough to torture Bart, I will choose to let him gradually degenerate in the process of stealing, such as... killing people."

A cold light flashed in the blue eyes, and Ke Dening's expression also froze, and the chilling scene appeared in his mind.

"kill?"

"Yes, one bad night, one bad time, two people met in a bad way."

Borogo imagined the scene in his mind.

"Bart's theft was finally discovered. He knew that person, he was his colleague, a good old man in the factory, friendly to others, and extremely upright. Bart knew that he was finished, and this guy would definitely continue to carry out his justice.

In fact, this was indeed the case. He kept persuading Bart that this was wrong and hoped that Bart would surrender. "

The speaking speed gradually increases, pushing the story to the other side of madness.

"Bart is also hesitating. He is already suffering from his dual identity. Maybe surrendering is not an option, but once he surrenders, his already unbearable family will be completely broken. He has to consider his family... …

It's time to make a decision, what will you do? "

As he spoke, Boluogo raised his hand, pinched something in the air, and used all his strength until he broke the nothingness.

“Bart killed him.

Killing this good old man, the good old man did nothing wrong. The only mistake was that they met at the wrong time and in the wrong place. "

The atmosphere seemed solemn and depressing, and Bologo finally told Bart's ending.

"It was a bad morning, a hundred times worse than the previous mornings. In the hazy morning fog, Bart walked towards the city that looked like mountains. The gray-white building silhouettes looked like a ferocious jungle, and the fangs and claws of monsters.

No one knows his inner thoughts. The only thing that is known is that he is heading towards destruction and is in a state of embarrassment. "

The story ended, and neither of them spoke, feeling the reverberations of the ending of the story together until Bologo broke the silence.

"It's just a story, don't worry, I don't have any antisocial personality...at least that's what I think." Bologo was afraid of scaring Kedening.

Kedening was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said again and again.

"Nothing, nothing, I think the story is pretty good."

Kedening looked at Bologg. He thought Bologg was very strange and an interesting person.

This is a bad and crazy story, but Boluogo's expression is very calm, and there is no impurity in his eyes. It seems that this is just a calm retelling to him. He seems to have an indifferent attitude towards everything and does not care. Kotner's opinion...anyone's opinion.

"Unfortunately, this is a comedy, and a tragic ending is not acceptable," Kodening said.

"Well, I understand. The main reason why I think so is that 'the core of comedy is tragedy'."

Boluogo remembered something and continued.

"I've always wanted to get involved in comedy performances, talk shows, etc. Do you offer any acting classes here?"

He wanted to find something to do for himself after work. Bologg liked comedy quite a lot. Imagine a scene like that. Amid the wailing of the enemies, Bologg broke their bones while telling them... cold joke……

Boluogo laughed to himself. After a while, he came to his senses and said slightly embarrassed.

"It's okay. You are a professional. You should listen to the 'experts' on this kind of thing."

Seeing Boluogo's sincere attitude and Boluogo's strange reaction just now, Kedening's curiosity was completely aroused. He paused for a few seconds before his voice sounded again.

"Boluogo, you seem to be living freely and unfettered... Which face do you use to live your life?"

His eyes were fixed on Boluogo. Kedening had been observing him from the beginning. Kedening often did this, sitting on the street with people coming and going, looking at the appearance of the passers-by, and guessing their identities and experiences.

Boluogo has no cowardice at all. He is very confident, confident from the inside out, and has a sense of indifference towards everything. When you look at him, you will clearly feel a sense of contempt.

But Boluogo didn't seem to be disdainful of himself, but that arrogant feeling overflowed casually like instinct, and even Boluogo himself didn't realize it.

Just like the black cat you meet on the street corner, aloof and indifferent, it may be lingering at your feet one second, and disappear the next, like an adventure, an unknowable mystery.

"Me? Probably somewhere between the second face and the third face."

He said frankly that Boluogo saw no need to hide this kind of thing.

"I don't care what other people think of me. I don't know him anyway, just like do you care about what a passerby says about you?"

Burlogo fell down and lay on the stage, looking at the darkness and lights above him.

"As for the people I know well, they know exactly what kind of person I am, so I don't have to worry about what they think of me."

"But the third face, the original self... It is very difficult to recognize yourself, Kedening, very difficult, at least I haven't done it yet."

Boluogo spoke calmly.

There are still many mysteries deep in my heart, including the reason why I came to this world, the forgotten transaction, and the devil who gave me "resurrection from the dead".

Borogo cannot recognize himself, at least not until these mysteries are solved.

"Sounds great. At least you are being true to yourself and don't have to hide anything."

Kedening also fell down and lay on the stage. He suddenly realized that this was the first time he had fallen on the stage. He had played the protagonist before, and the protagonist never fell.

This is a quite novel feeling.

Bologg turned his head and looked at Kedening. The two looked at each other and smiled. Bologg slowly got up, jumped off the stage and walked to the side.

"Can I take this?"

Bologo said as he took down a poster, which was a trailer for the ending of "The Wandering Rat". It depicts workers and thieves, with Bart in a trance in the middle.

He is heading towards the end, but the end of the end is a blur of fog, and no one knows where it leads.

"Of course, by the way, wait a moment."

After finishing speaking, Kedening ran into the backstage. Soon after, he came over with a pen and signed his name on the poster.

"You don't mind, do you?" Kedening asked with a smile.

"Why, I'll stick it in my bedroom."

Boluogo carefully rolled up the poster, then he saw what else Kedening was holding, and handed it to him.

It was a ticket, an advance ticket to the finale of "The Prowling Rat."

"This...thank you so much!" Boluogo thanked him.

"It's nothing. I haven't talked to someone like this for a long time. Instead, I thank you."

Kedening replied, he glanced backstage, "It's time for me to work."

"Well, it's time for me to leave." Boluogo waved his hand in farewell.

"Will you come to see the ending? It will be in half a month."