Endless Debt

As the sun set, Aimu stood in the parking lot of the Bureau of Order. After a fierce interaction with Bailey, Bailee finally recommended that Aimu wear ordinary clothes.

"No, no," Bailey picked up a piece of clothing and pretended to blush, "These clothes are a bit too advanced for children."

In total, the previous change of clothes was purely for Bailey to enjoy herself. Aimu had no time to waste time with Bailey. After she carefully arranged herself, she rushed to the parking lot and waited for the familiar blue car.

Maybe it was the influence of Bailey's words that caused her mood to change. Aimu was a little nervous. She sometimes straightened her clothes and sometimes fiddled with her hair.

She felt like an alchemical weapon ready for testing, undergoing a final round of intense and rigorous debugging before starting the test.

After sniffing the air, there was a faint aroma permeating the air. This was what Bailey had prepared for Aimu before leaving.

"Actually, I think Boluogo would like this perfume more."

Bailey took out a compressed air can from nowhere. It looked like it was not a serious perfume.

Aimu picked up the compressed gas tank, and the words special elixir came into view.

The special all-purpose agent produced by the sublimation furnace core can be used for rust removal, rust prevention, lubrication...basically all problems related to machinery. In the sublimation furnace core, it is something everyone has, even Aimu I also have a few prepared, and I often use them when maintaining the Man of Steel.

Alchemists like this thing because of its practicality, and because it has a strong pungent smell, spraying it will definitely make an impression.

Aimu was a little dumbfounded, "Maybe Boluogo will really like this thing."

Bailey recommended with excitement, "Yes, yes."

"But forget it! It's time to get off work, don't emit this kind of smell that reminds people of work when you smell it!"

Aimu firmly denied it.

Time returned to the present. Boluogo did not let Aimu wait too long. A blue car appeared in the field of vision. With the low sound of the engine, it stopped in front of Aimu.

The driver's window rolled down, revealing Boluogo holding the steering wheel. The two nodded, and Aimu went around to the other side of the car and entered the passenger seat.

At this moment, Aimu didn't realize that the situation had changed.

After putting on his seat belt, Aimu was so happy thinking about what happened next that he completely forgot about the person who was inseparable from Bologna, and that Bologo rarely sat in the driver's seat.

The car turned into the street, and it was unexpectedly quiet inside. Bologna did not ask Aimu how his work was like in the past, but looked straight ahead and remained silent. Because of the conversation with Bailey just now, Aimu felt that his brain was I was confused and didn’t know what to say.

A duel is all about seizing the opportunity.

Aimu took a deep breath and ran through various sentence patterns in her mind before she spoke first.

"us……"

"that……"

The two said in unison, the atmosphere became stiff, and Aimu said quickly.

"You first……"

"You tell me..."

He froze, completely froze.

Bologg sighed. Even if he was an iron man, having experienced so many things in these short few days, and now having to attend an appointment, Bologg's sharp thoughts would inevitably become dull.

Aimu tried to take the initiative in the topic, "I...where should we go first?"

"Well, I have a new idea," Boluogo hesitated, "but this is a... relatively... somewhat private event."

"Want to come together?"

Aimu was a little confused by Boluogo's vague words. In an instant, her mind retrieved hundreds of similar dialogue plots, and various plots were quickly deduced in her mind...

Putting her hand on the door handle, Aimu seemed to be ready to jump out of the car, but reason defeated her instinct, and she asked, "Where to go?"

"my home."

"ah?"

In order to ease the awkwardness of the atmosphere, Bologo imitated what Sere once said, "I have a cat at home that can do backflips. Do you want to see it?"

Aimu was silent for a moment. Even though her face was expressionless, the progress bar in her eyes was still scrolling very quickly.

If you don't enter the tiger's den, you won't get the tiger's cubs.

Aimu replied loudly, "Okay!"

Hearing this, Bologo breathed a sigh of relief when a voice came from the back seat.

"I just said she would agree. No one can refuse a carnival party hosted by Palmer!"

Aimu raised his head suddenly and saw that the rearview mirror was crowded with people. He turned his eyes to the back. Palmer was sitting in the middle. On the right was the furry Hart, and on the left was the rugged big skeleton Bode, holding his arms. Weier.

"Alas!"

Palmer fired the salute, and all kinds of shiny fragments filled the carriage. Behind Aimu, Bode took out a garland and put it on her head as if celebrating Aimu's birthday.

"Wait... wait a minute."

Aimu's mind stopped, and then Weier crawled over from behind and nestled in Aimu's arms.

"I can turn one over for you right now."

After saying that, Weier did five consecutive backflips in Aimu's arms, and slapped Aimu's face five times with her furry tail.

Looking at Bologo from the corner of his eyes, he should be said to be a professional. Even in this state, Bologo still had a serious look on his face and held the steering wheel firmly with both hands.

A few hours ago, after an inexplicable conversation with Lebius, Boluogo and Palmer took a break. They sat on the sofa and talked about what they would do in the afternoon.

Suddenly, Boluogo said, "Speaking of which, Aimu wants to go out with me at night."

"oh."

Palmer's reaction was cold, and he woke up.

"I think Aimu feels a little lonely in the Bureau of Order," Boluogo worried. "She doesn't know many people, and she doesn't have many friends..."

Bologe could understand Aimu's mood. At the beginning, Bologe was also alone. For a long time, Bologe felt that he couldn't make any friends. Fortunately, Bologe didn't care about these things. Friends The amount of weapons does not prevent Bologg from blasting the enemy's head.

But unknowingly, Boluogo gradually got to know a lot of people. His daily life was no longer a boring two-point and one-line affair, but full of randomness. He might go to the movies with others tonight, and he might go to the hotel tomorrow night. Chatting in the bar.

This world is so big that some people can't walk all the way in their lifetime. Now that Aimu has come to this world, he is incompatible with it.

The world is right in front of her, but she cannot enter it.

Boluogo has always had a sense of responsibility for Aimu. He was the one who brought Aimu back from a desperate situation, and he was also the one who recommended her to join the special operations team. He should be responsible for Aimu until she can take charge of herself.

"How about preparing a party for her?" Palmer suggested, "Everyone in the Immortal Club is best at this."

Boluogo did not refuse. He wanted to share his friends with Aimu, so that she could lose some of her sense of alienation and establish closer connections in this huge world.

The most important thing is that every time he sees Aimu, Boluogo seems to be able to see himself, himself at a certain time in the past.

At that time, he was alone and had no one to save him. It was enough for such a sad thing to happen once. Boluogo chose to lend a helping hand, as if it could transcend time and save him at that time, so that he could feel some peace.

"Don't be nervous, we are all good people!"

Palmer leaned out of the back seat, rummaging around for something while talking to Aimu.

Aimu was completely stunned. He had seen the following Aimu, but he was not very familiar with them.

Several people looked at each other, and Bode gave Aimu a thumbs up. His bones showed a smooth color, and Bode took great care of his bones.

Hart was a little at a loss, and then imitated Bode's movements and gave Aimu a thumbs up.

"Ha! Found it!"

Palmer dug out a tape, inserted it into the car radio, and turned up the volume.

"What is love?"

The music was mixed with male voices, drowning Aimu in an instant.

"Baby, don't hurt me!"

Aimu felt that he was in a cheerful dance, but the dance venue was a little too small.

Palmer shook his head to himself. Seeing that Bode and Hart were indifferent, he nudged the two of them with his elbows. With no choice but to do so, the two of them shook their heads together, synchronizing their frequencies.

"What is love?"

Seeing that Boluogo still had a straight face, Palmer patted Boluogo and said, "Hey! Don't pretend to be dead."

Burlogo looked forward firmly, and Palmer still shouted in his ear, "We have agreed!"

The deadly melody continued. Looking through the rearview mirror, Hart and Bode had completely integrated into the singing. Although they were still a little reluctant, in line with the concept that one could pull one off, they looked at Boluogo eagerly.

Boluogo shook his head along with them with a straight face.

"What is love?"

The four people shook their heads at the same frequency, and the car also swayed. Aimu felt that if there were colored lights here, they would also flash and flash.

Aimu slumped on the seat, looking a little dazed. Bailey was right. From the other party's perspective, this was not a duel at all, but a lunatic dance party.

Looking at the rearview mirror, Palmer was looking at him while shaking his head. Aimu understood what he meant. Now these crazy people were inviting him to join the dance.

Aimu took a deep breath, gave up thinking, joined the carnival of the psychotics, and hummed along with the songs.

"What is love?"