Endless Debt

Things became a lot easier after that. Boluogo had done this kind of work many times and was very skilled at it.

After briefly greeting Marion, Boluogo ignored Marion's murderous gaze and left the trouble to Marion, asking him to find a way to end the riot tonight.

Everyone performs their duties, and Bologo can't do anything to deal with the aftermath.

Boluogo dragged the dying Ferguson back to the Courtyard of Shensi on the subway, and delivered Ferguson, the prisoner, to the Field Service Department.

Bologg doesn't need to worry about the rest. Judging from the process of the Field Service Department, Ferguson will receive preliminary treatment and then be transferred to the Crow's Nest to be interrogated by the Iron Sentinels. When the value of his body is drained out, , and will be transported to the prison.

Depending on the target, the Bureau of Order has several prisons to choose from, among which the mysterious black prison is probably the one that people least want to face.

Think about it, Bologg has not returned to that place since he was released from prison. If others hear this, they may think that there is something wrong with Bologg's mind, but Bologg still misses that place, not only for himself. It has been a long time, and now that I think about it, it is also an extremely mysterious and strange place.

During his time in captivity, Boluogo could often hear whispers coming from outside the walls, as well as the wailing that sometimes sounded in the middle of the night.

For most employees of the Bureau of Order, the black cell, like the decision-making room, is a place that only exists in words but few people have actually seen.

Boluogo opened the door, and the office was dark. Only the desk lamp on which he was doing his work continued to shine.

It was time to get off work, Uriel and Jeffrey both left early, but Lebius was still there, as always.

Lebius is a complete workaholic, but no matter how dedicated the workaholic is, he still needs a little private space to do some things other than work to relieve his tense nerves.

Documents were stacked aside, and Lebius had a book in front of him. Bologg's arrival interrupted his reading.

Lebius raised his head and glanced at Boluogo. The information in the field department was very well-informed, not to mention that the extraordinary conflict just happened in Opos. As early as when Boluogo took the subway, Lebius Already know what happened.

Borrogo took off his bloodstained tattered coat, balled it up and stuffed it aside, then tightened his trousers to prevent them from falling.

When chasing Ferguson, half of Bologg's body was left at the other end of the shadow door. The axis of time can trace back the body, but it cannot trace back Bologg's clothes. With no choice, after he took off his scales, Bologg Go robbed Ferguson.

Lebius obviously also noticed the inappropriate fit of Boluogo's clothes and the alarming amount of bleeding all over his body. This was normal, and Lebius' expression remained calm.

After inserting the bookmark into the page, Lebius closed the book and put it aside. Boluogo noticed the words on the cover of the book and looked a little surprised.

Lebius asked, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing... nothing," Boluogo said, "I just didn't expect you, boss, to see this too."

"Are you talking about this book?"

Lebius picked up the book, glanced at the cover, and explained, "Palmer brought it. He said it was great and he must recommend me to read it."

"I quite like reading books."

Lebius is not only a workaholic, but also a very stubborn person. Unless required by work, he almost never leaves the Bureau of Order. In this monotonous and depressing room, there are not many entertainment facilities for people to relieve stress.

For this reason, Lebius developed the habit of reading. In his spare time, he would read books endlessly. He did not resist the recommendations of his team members, but readily accepted them.

Lebius sometimes feels that he is out of touch with society, so he just took this opportunity to see what young people are reading today.

Bologg scanned the copy of "Night Hunters" and remembered that he still had a copy at home. It seemed that Palmer really liked this book. He probably bought many copies and gave one away to people he met.

"what happens?"

Lebius asked. According to the work process, Boluogo needs to report to Lebius what just happened.

Boluogo nodded and explained the entire incident to Lebius. He did not add any of his own ideas, but simply recounted the incident in a straightforward manner.

collector.

Boluogo didn't know which devil this was for the time being, but he was certain that she must have noticed him for some reason.

The identity of the chosen one?

Boluogo felt that it was impossible. If he wanted to eliminate his competitors, he should send a power bearer or even a defender instead of two believers who were skilled in assassination. It seems that he is not that important in the eyes of collectors.

"collector……"

Lebius thought, trying to recall the information related to this word.

Boluogo asked, "Don't you know who the other party is?"

After a moment of silence, Lebius nodded and explained, "The same things are represented by different words in the eyes of different people. The same is true for devils, so their names are extremely numerous."

Borogo knew this, and as his contact with the devil deepened, he often turned to the book Nathaniel gave him.

The Devil and the Electric Guitar How-To Guide.

There is an example mentioned in the book where two small cult groups started a conflict in the narrow kingdoms. When the tenth group eliminated these people, they discovered that they believed in the same devil, but in their perception, This devil has a completely different name and form.

The devil doesn't care about his followers. He is a profit-seeking businessman. As long as you dedicate your soul to him, any desire for power can be regarded as a cold business relationship.

As for faith.

This is just a supplement to the fantasy that mortals have for things beyond their own understanding. They deify things that they cannot understand, and then self-righteously understand them.

"Okay, I understand," Lebius said, "I will ask the Crow's Nest to pay attention to the relevant information. You can get off work first."

"Um."

The two exchanged words simply, as if what had just happened was not a life-and-death fight, but just an ordinary street fight.

After working for a long time, such emergencies often happen, and after handling them too much, the nerves of field staff have long been numb and they have become accustomed to them.

For Bologo, the battle with Ferguson and Blau was not much different from hunting demons and fighting gangs after get off work.

"I'll go next door to change clothes first." Boluogo said and lifted his pants again.

In the activity room next door, Boluogo has stored a lot of his work clothes. He often encounters such emergencies and always returns to the Order Bureau covered in blood. For this reason, the activity room always has a change of clothes.

When Bologo returned to the apartment, it was late at night and the familiar blue vehicle was parked in the parking lot under the apartment.

Opening the door, a rumble of snoring came from Palmer's room. Ever since he returned home to visit relatives, this guy seemed to have been given steroids by Vosilin. His daily life was much darker than before. Life is much more normal.

At least this time Burlogo didn't smell the strong smell of alcohol in the living room, and Palmer didn't come back from playing until midnight.

Returning to his room, Boluogo lay flat on the bed, thinking about the next events in his mind.

Suddenly, Boluogo stood up, took out the "Devil and Electric Guitar Operation Guide" from the bookshelf, and rummaged through the pages, looking for information related to the collector.

Boluogo felt that Nethaniel must have recorded it. The reason why he didn't notice it was because in Nethaniel's records, the other party was not called "Collector".

Different devils hold different powers, so the protection they give is also different. From this, Boluogo can deduce the identity of the devil.

The evil whispers kept echoing in Boluogo's ears. He knew that this was the power of the umbilical cord. As his understanding of the devil deepened, Boluogo would also suffer the backlash of the devil's power.

Bologg took a deep breath, sweat beaded on his forehead, and he rashly explored the devil's secrets. Bologg didn't know what would happen. The safest way was to do it within the Bureau of Order, but Bologg couldn't wait any longer.

Lines of distorted and blurred text gradually became clearer, and they reflected in Boluogo's eyes, compiling the ancient and obscure story.

Unknowingly, Boluogo's breathing gradually became heavier. In the dim room, the darkness began to creep, and the evil murmurs gradually became clearer.

An illusory umbilical cord floated out of Bologo's body. It gradually took on reality and connected to the endless darkness. Someone was dragging the umbilical cord at the other end of the darkness, trying to pull Bologo over.

Boluogo didn't notice this at all. His mind was completely attracted by the contents of the book, as if he was possessed.

The door was kicked open hard, the ether set off a strong wind, blowing the books over and closing them, and Palmer shouted.

"Bologo!"

In an instant, all the evil was gone, and only Bologna and Palmer were left staring blankly at each other.

Holding a fruit knife in his hand, Palmer looked at Boluogo's room suspiciously and asked warily, "What happened?"

Ever since Zephyrin gave Palmer a severe blow while he was sleeping, Palmer seemed to have a psychological shadow. He might be less vigilant at ordinary times, but at night, when he was lying on the bed, this guy's whole body was tense.

Boluogo was stunned for a few seconds. He belatedly realized the danger just now, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and responded.

"No...nothing."

I may have to take a day off tomorrow. The temperature has dropped in the past few days and the child is feeling a little unwell due to the cold.