Endless Debt

Slothful Belphegor.

Boluogo didn't expect that he would be able to see the devil in Nathaniel's mouth so soon. He began to wonder whether the life-and-death chase he had just experienced was controlled by this devil in secret.

Belphegor signed a blood contract with the Bureau of Order, and he has lived in the depths of the room ever since. The Bureau of Order will also get his seat and participate in the disputes between the devils.

"I've wanted to see you for a long time, Mr. Lazarus."

Belphegor walked in front, leading Bologg through the corridor full of doors, "But you also know that I can't directly interfere with the world, let alone that after signing a blood contract with the Bureau of Order, according to the blood contract, I can't leave here without permission from the decision-making room."

Just as Nethaniel said, the Bureau of Order restrained the devil... only temporarily.

"I finally see you."

Belphegor glanced over his shoulder, his expression wildly joyful.

Boluogo's expression was a little more solemn. Unlike the Zongge band that came to attack him, Boluogo guessed that those people must have been affected by the devil's protection and were able to maintain that morbid enthusiasm at all times.

They said they were their fans, which was more of a joke and a joke, but the Belphegor in front of him was different. Belphegor could really feel the enthusiasm in him.

Belphegor and Palmer in this state are very similar. When Palmer picks up the newspaper of the new blue jay book and yells at himself, there is almost no difference between the two.

At this point, Bologo can be sure that Belphegor is really his fan.

Boluogo asked tentatively, "You don't think I'm a 'red dragon', do you?"

"oh……"

Belphegor's steps stopped for a moment, and then he moved forward again, "You actually know this. It seems like Nathaniel really trusts you."

He continued, "No, I am different from my brothers and sisters. I don't care about the 'Red Dragon', just like I don't care about the outcome of this dispute."

Belphegor had nothing to hide, even the secret of the devil's conflict, he didn't care at all.

"As for you, there are not so many complicated purposes. I really just like you and am your fan."

Bologg stopped. Faced with such candid words from Belphegor, Bologg did not relax at all. Instead, the pressure doubled.

The more enthusiastic and unadulterated Belphegor's words are, the greater the pressure in Bologger's heart. If Belphegor is profitable to him, then he can start from the interests and find a way to fight against Belphegor.

But in fact, Belphegor treats himself as a pure fan, as if he can derive some kind of pleasure from himself.

Faced with this kind of crazy and weird existence whose purpose is completely unknown, Boluogo can't think of any corresponding means at all, not to mention that he has no ability to fight against the devil.

This feeling of powerlessness over things beyond one's control made Boluogo very tired.

"A devil fan...that's very flattering," Bologo said. "Are you trying to get my soul?"

"Soul? How is that possible? That's so boring."

Belphegor stated his purpose, "What I desire is your sight."

It was the first time Bologo encountered such a strange request. "It sounded like a perverted voyeur."

Belphegor responded with a smile, "I prefer to call myself a viewer with good taste."

"Your hotel is full of people...what's behind the door?"

Bologger didn't want to get entangled in Belphegor's perverted hobby, and instead asked about the hotel.

As a fan of his own, Belphegor is happy to explain his doubts, and Bologger needs to seize this opportunity to explore as many secrets as possible.

This hotel has a great weirdness. It is located in the room, but Boluogo feels that this hotel is not part of the room, it is independent.

Just like a wandering fork in the road to a tyrant, this hotel may also be some kind of devil's land, with its own evil rules, completely controlled by Belphegor.

"Behind the door are my guests," Belphegor said. "Those interesting souls will eventually enjoy eternal sleep here."

Boluogo asked, "Is it considered your 'collection'?"

"Well... more like a derivative of the collection," Belphegor was eager to let Bologe see something and waved towards Bologg, "Follow me."

Bologg didn't have much choice. He followed Belphegor and walked through the noisy corridor.

At a certain moment, Boluogo felt an inexplicable sense of absurdity.

The changes in the room, the rush of life and death, meeting Guangzhuo again, and the devil in front of him...

This series of events happened within an hour, successively impacting Boluogo's nerves, and even made his consciousness numb, and his heart was so calm that he seemed to no longer have any emotions.

Boluogo asked coldly, "Did you do it?"

"What do you mean?"

"What happened to me just now," Bologeau said, "looking back now, it doesn't look like a coincidence."

"I'm sorry, I must have scared you. I can't help it. The Bureau of Order prohibits me from contacting you. I really can't see you without resorting to extraordinary measures."

Belphegor answered without hesitation. He turned around and bowed to Bologg with an apologetic expression.

"What should I do to extinguish your anger and commit suicide?"

Without waiting for Bologg to answer, Belphegor grabbed his hair with one hand, stretched his neck slightly, and his flesh and blood tore under the force of the huge force, and his face began to distort.

After a shuddering sound, Belphegor pulled off his head and held it in his hand. A large amount of blood dripped from the section of his neck, instantly soaking his clothes.

Belphegor continued, "Is this okay? Or is it something more severe?"

"Stop it, it doesn't make any sense."

Boluogo shook his head expressionlessly. Devils are not bound by human values ​​​​and so-called dignity is not worth mentioning to them.

Belphegor wasn't apologizing, he just thought it would be funny, or he was looking forward to Bologger's reaction when he saw this situation.

Belphegor was a little disappointed by Bologg's indifference, but then he had greater expectations for Bologg.

He just carried his head and moved forward with blood stains all over the floor. He encountered a fork in the road at the end of the corridor, and then turned towards the white door.

"You're going to love what's in there."

Belphegor said mysteriously. He put his head under his arm and slowly opened the door with both hands.

Bologg stood in the empty space. It had to be said that Belphegor had indeed given himself a surprise. Looking at the huge, high-wall-like screen, Bologg could never have imagined that the depth of this hotel was The place is actually a movie theater.

"wait a second."

Belphegor placed Bologg in the most suitable position for watching the movie. He put his head on the seat next to Bologg, and ran into the darkness behind, not knowing what he was doing. .

"What do you think? This should be the best cinema in the entire Oath City Opus, no, in the whole world."

Belphegor's head said with excitement.

Boluogo did not respond. He sat in the auditorium and observed the surroundings. Except for the auditorium and the screen, the surroundings were filled with endless darkness. It seemed that the space of this cinema was more than that, but it was mostly covered by darkness.

In the corner, there are piles of film cassettes, some of which have been damaged, and the films inside have spilled out and become tangled together, like seaweed stranded on the shallows.

Belphegor's body came back, holding a heavy box in his hand, and then he opened it in front of Bologg's eyes and took out one movie tape after another.

"What do you want to see? Mr. Lazarus, I have collected all the films since the invention of cinema."

Belphegor is extremely confident in his collection, "Whether it's works by famous directors or experimental works by students, we have them all here."

The box seemed to be a bottomless pit, and soon the video tapes piled up into a hill next to Belphegor, and he hadn't stopped digging yet.

"There are also these treasures," Belpheinger took out a few movie posters. "These are autographed by the directors. I made a lot of effort to get these."

"Those damn vendors just want to get them for a higher price," Belphegor complained, then chuckled. "Of course, they paid the price."

Burlogo found it incredible, "Are you still a movie lover?"

"To be precise, I am a lover of all artistic creations."

Belphegor put the box aside, put his head back on his body, and sat down next to Bologg.

"Whether it's music, comics, books, movies...even midday radio scripts, I have them all in my collection."

Belphegor snapped his fingers, and a piece of popcorn and a carbonated drink appeared out of thin air in front of Bologg.

"Oh, wait, I remember you like orange juice, right?"

Belphegor said as he snapped his fingers again, and the carbonated drink turned into a glass of ice-cold orange juice.

"I'm starting to understand what you're going to do?"

This is the truth. Facing Belphegor, Bologger always felt a sense of absurdity. There was no conspiracy or evil purpose. Belphegor was like a pure enthusiast, sharing his collection with himself. .

An ardent fan showing off his treasures to his idol.

The most heinous thing is that Bologger and Belphegor have similar interests to some extent. If he were not a devil, there would not be such a complicated relationship between the two, and Bologger would even be willing to have a good chat with Belphegor.

"Oh? You will understand soon. This is also the purpose of my trying to invite you."

Belphegor found the remote control, flipped the switch, and the projector began to operate, casting a snowflake on the screen.

Under the gray light, Belphegor said softly.

"Mr. Lazarus, do you like poetry?"