Endless Debt

"Did I sleep all day?"

Sitting at the dining table, Palmer looked out the window at the dark night scene and rubbed his groggy eyes vigorously.

"It looks like this, maybe it's a hangover, or maybe it's the exhaustion after the promotion ceremony..."

Bologna brought bread and sausages, which were piled all over the table in bits and pieces. It looked very rich.

After sharing the house, we had to consider the issue of food and drink. After a brief discussion, Bologo took on the responsibility of cooking. It was not that Bologo knew how to cook, but that he was afraid that with Palmer's luck, he would ruin the kitchen. It exploded.

They had only moved in not long ago, and Boluogo didn't want to move to a new home so soon.

Boluogo seems to be well organized, but he has always been a very makeshift person when it comes to food and drink. After experiencing the madness of the Scorched Earth Fury, Boluogo is an extremely easy-to-satisfy person when it comes to food, as long as he can fill his stomach.

For this reason, everything Boluogo makes is very simple. They are basically instant products that only need to be heated a little.

Palmer picked up his fork and ate bite after bite. He did nothing and naturally couldn't say anything to complain.

"We can consider inviting Amy here next time," Palmer said vaguely with something in her mouth, "She seems to have been studying cooking skills or something."

"Do you think it's reasonable to ask people to come over and cook for us for no reason?"

Bologger spread jam on the bread and bit off a corner of it.

Palmer paused and looked at Bologna carefully, his eyes filled with a thousand words. Unfortunately, Bologna was too lazy to synchronize his thinking with Palmer's and was not willing to guess his thoughts.

"I encountered a strange thing today." Boluogo swallowed the bread.

"What's up?"

"I always feel like someone is spying on me."

"Spying? Do you mean a stalker or something?" Palmer looked surprised. "How desperate is this person to dare to follow you?"

"No...I can't describe it either. It's like someone is watching me somewhere."

Boluogo pondered for a moment and gave a vague answer.

"Is that so?" Palmer said sincerely, "I don't quite understand."

"Forget it, it would only be a problem if you understood."

Boluogo waved his hand, too lazy to continue discussing this matter with Palmer. He was wondering if he was too sensitive, or if he had guessed the past of Overlord Xilin today, which made him suspicious.

Through the clean floor-to-ceiling windows, endless buildings towered on the ground. In the colorful glare, shadows followed. In the dark corner, a pair of eyes was observing Boluogo from a distance.

This is a distance beyond the limit of human vision, but he so clearly observed Bologo's every move, and even distinguished his words through the shape of Bologo's mouth.

An evil and crazy laugh resounded in his throat, his palms pressed against the wall, and then his fingers slowly came together, his nails sinking deeply into them, scraping off large swaths of dust.

"I saw him! I saw him!"

The man's voice was suppressed with joy, and in response, an abundant sense of satisfaction was released in the man's body. This feeling was so gratifying that it made the tired and running body feel a little relieved.

In the man's crazy eyes, it seems to be connected to another world, the tiny details are constantly enlarged, and the densely packed seats are gradually revealed.

"Bologo...Bologo Lazarus..."

The evil and crazy creature was lying on the seat as always, looking at the huge screen in front of him. With the man's vision shared, he could clearly see what Boluogo was doing at the moment.

As the picture continued to zoom in, the screen began to split, and various angles of Bologo were displayed in front of him one by one, as if there were several invisible cameras observing Bologg.

He put his hands together and squeezed them so hard that his joints turned slightly white. He tried his best to restrain his joyful emotions. Constant vibrations came from the depths of the darkness, as if some giant creature was rejoicing.

"Please show me the most perfect story."

He whispered, and just as he was about to continue to see Boluogo's various behaviors clearly, he suddenly remembered another thing. He pressed the remote control, the screen began to switch, and a familiar figure appeared in front of him.

The other person was wearing a funny doll costume, a dog hood on his head, and his ears were drooped. The moment he noticed the other person, the other person also noticed him. Sai Zong slowly raised his head and made a hoarse voice.

"Go away, bystander."

The moment the words reached the ears of the onlookers, the picture shattered and withered like a mirror. The man's painful screams and wails could be vaguely heard, followed by the sound of liquid being squeezed and splashing, and the teeth-searing sound of water. , the sound of crushing bones...

The smile on the bystander's face froze slightly, and he said to himself, "You still have such a bad temper."

Fortunately, he understood Sai Zong's temper very well. He pressed the remote control again, and the screen began to switch to the endless wilderness. Green weeds filled every part of the field of vision, and then the distant sound of the whistle slowly came.

Onlookers saw the speeding train, which flashed past on the icy rails, with faint cheers coming from above, as if an endless feast was going on.

…

After clearing the table, Boluogo and Palmer got together, sat in front of the sofa and watched the video tape. Neither of them spoke, watching the content of the video intently.

Boluogo liked this kind of atmosphere. He had wanted to build a home theater here a long time ago, and unknowingly, all his small wishes were realized one by one.

Looking back on the scene when he was released from prison, and then looking at the present, sometimes Boluogo couldn't help but lament that as long as he lived long enough, some of his wishes would always come true.

The piercing music is matched with the bloody scenes. The irritable protagonist cuts the security door open with a chainsaw, and with screams, smashes the enemy into pieces on the ground.

Palmer pointed at the video, "This guy should have amputated his legs first, so that he could be paralyzed."

Boluogo retorted, "But he doesn't need to be alive. It's the same wherever the saw is made."

"Yeah..."

This is a very strange scene. Two people watch the film from a professional perspective and at the same time comment on the professionalism of the film.

Near midnight, the movie ended. It was a low-budget violent movie. Apart from a few necessary dialogues, it was all kinds of action and blood... If there were more cold jokes, Boluogo felt that this would This video is like a true record of his daily work.

Thinking of this, Boluogo asked Palmer abruptly, "Do you want to make a movie?"

"ha?"

Palmer turned on the light and put away the tapes. He didn't hear what Burlogo said clearly.

"nothing."

Bologo waved his hand. Making movies requires strong professionalism. As a layman, it is still too far away to want to do this, but this is more or less one of Bologo's wishes.

Sere told him that as an undead, Bologo had better make a few more wishes so that he would have something to do for the rest of his long life instead of consuming it in alcohol like Sere. Endless time.

Playing with the radio, Bologo changed the channels and searched for Dudel's station.

In the days when he was not working, Bologo's life was very regular. He would listen to Dudel's radio station every night. Bologo and Dudel were the most familiar strangers.

Along with the harsh sound of electricity, lines that I have heard countless times rang out.

"Hello listeners! I'm Dudel, your loyal friend who broadcasts twice a day, welcome to this column!"

I don't know why, but Bologo wanted to laugh as soon as he heard Dudel's opening remarks.

Palmer, who often listens to Dudel's radio show, poked his head out and shouted to Burlogo, "Louder!"

Bologo turned up the volume. They were the only residents on this floor, so they didn't have to worry about disturbing the neighbors next door.

"Before we start our music appreciation session today, I have some big news to share with all the listeners."

Palmer came over, plopped down on the sofa, and listened with Burlogo.

"I went to interview Mr. Blue Jay a few days ago on behalf of the "Grey Fog, Industry and Delicious Shrimp Crackers" radio program."

Blue Jay?

The name Boluogo sounded familiar, and Palmer showed a slightly surprised look. He seemed to understand the meaning behind the name.

Borrogo asked, "Who is the Blue Jay?"

"You don't even know who the Blue Jay is?" Palmer was surprised. "Then you are really ignorant."

"Do not talk nonsense."

"Blue Jay is a very famous author, and he wrote the book "Night Hunters"."

Hearing this, Boluogo realized where this feeling of familiarity came from. It turned out to be this. He placed the "Night Hunter" on the table and only read a few pages.

Boluogo was very interested in this story, and he wanted to find time to read the whole series.

"But Blue Jay hasn't written a new book in almost ten years. Many people think he is dead. It's normal that you don't know..."

Palmer continued, but before he could finish, Dudel interrupted Palmer and left Palmer deeply shocked.

"In the interview, Mr. Blue Jay said that he has been preparing a new book for more than ten years, and this new book will be published soon."

Dudel's voice was calm, like a newscaster's, as if what he was telling him was just an ordinary piece of news.

Palmer froze on the spot.

Burlogo patted Palmer, "Are you okay?"

After a short delay, Palmer jumped up from the sofa, spinning in circles and jumping like a monkey, then excitedly grabbed Borogo's shoulders and shook him vigorously.

"Blue Jay! New book!"

He was as excited as an orangutan who received a banana.