Endless Debt

The time was approaching midnight. This was a time period that Boluogo was very familiar with. During his internship, he often appeared at midnight, hunting demons in cities, traveling between cities, and stopping under high bridges.

After joining the company, Bologo often spent time with Palmer in the Undead Club. Often at midnight, Serre went out to do his part-time job as a pole dancer, and everyone broke up at this time.

The previous singing was still echoing in the car, and the man kept humming.

"What is love?"

Compared with the crowded and joyful atmosphere in the car when they arrived, now only Boluogo and Aimu were left. The city outside the car window also fell into a deep sleep. No matter how happy the singing was, there was now a little bit of joyful and sad loneliness.

"There's a bit of a carnival atmosphere," Burlogo said, breaking the silence. "That's true, though."

Objects were scattered all over the floor, wine glasses fell over and rolled down the long table, and the red carpet was covered with water stains. The guests had already left, and only the gramophone was still singing, echoing in the deserted hall. "

Aimu leaned lazily to the side. She had just enough time to curl up on the seat and make a hug.

"Thank you."

"It's nothing," Boluogo said, "Just help people and help them to the end. We often get together, and you will get to know Quan sooner or later."

"Um……"

Aimu looked out the car window. The shops on the street had long been closed, but the lights on the plaques had not yet been extinguished. They were connected together like an aurora floating on the surface.

It had just rained in the morning. Due to the gloomy weather in Opos, the rain has not dried up until now, leaving a shallow puddle on the ground, reflecting the neon light.

The streets were empty at night, and only the red light hindered the two people's progress. At the current speed, the two would return to the Order Bureau soon, and there was not much time left for Aimu.

Aimu was about to say something and launch an offensive, but Boluogo said it before him.

Boluogo looked forward, "I have to thank you too, Aimu."

"Thank me for what?"

"If it weren't for your excuse, I wouldn't be able to invite everyone over to cook and watch movies together."

When he said this, Boluogo had a smile on his face.

Aimu didn't think this was a problem, "Huh? Is there anything difficult about this?"

"How should I put it?" Boluogo pondered for a moment, "If Lebius invites you to the amusement park one day, what will you think?"

Highlighted crosses appeared in Aimu's eyes, "It's over, I have to leave a fatal task to me next."

"What if Lebius goes to the amusement park by himself?"

"The team leader is a little too pitiful..."

"Narebius said that there will be team building this month and we will go to the amusement park together," Bologo said, "What do you think?"

“The team leader is really nice.”

"Yes! Yes!"

Boluogo emphasized repeatedly, and then he said a little embarrassedly, "I often say that I don't care much about other people's eyes, but when it comes to these things, I am actually a little embarrassed. With you as an excuse, I can't do it." It’s much easier.”

This gathering is not only for Aimu, but also for Boluogo himself.

"It's a win-win."

Aimu didn't respond. Bologg glanced at her from the corner of his eye and saw that Aimu was holding back a smile. Soon she couldn't help it and laughed.

"what's so funny."

"You're just laughing, you still have such a side," Aimu said, "Your cooking skills are pretty good. You must have been practicing on your own for a long time, right?"

"I often bring breakfast to Palmer. This is considered basic training," Bologo emphasized. "Today's stuff is really the first time I do it."

"Then your cooking skills really have unlimited potential."

After Aimu sighed, he rolled down the window and put his hands outside, feeling the afterglow of joy.

Boluogo said, "Actually, I am still a little worried that you will be unhappy."

"What's wrong?"

"You asked for me, but I brought a group of people here."

"It was indeed a little bit at first," Aimu did not hide his emotions, "especially when I saw Palmer's despicable smile of succeeding in his conspiracy."

"But you also said that you need my excuse."

"Yeah, so do you want to be together tomorrow?"

"What tomorrow?" Aimu didn't understand, "What are you going to do?"

Boluogo stopped at the red light, turned around and said, "Go to the appointment. I'll invite you this time. I happen to know a good place."

Aimu thought he heard wrongly and kept saying, "You...invite me?"

"Yeah, I don't think I was messed up by everyone today, so I'll compensate you once."

"ah?"

The halo in her eyes slightly enlarged, and Aimu looked incredulous. Then she covered her head and sighed, "Bologo, sometimes I really don't understand whether you are stupid or smart."

Boluogo defended himself and said, "Actually, you can understand me as a wise man but a fool."

Aimu rubbed her face vigorously, maybe because it was blown by the wind, she felt her cheeks were a little hot.

"Looking back on everything along the way, you have always been an efficient person. Why do you do those unnecessary things for me?"

Aimu looked at Boluogo's side face. Whenever she thought she could grasp Boluogo's heart, Boluogo flashed past her like a nimble deer, but when she felt hopeless At that moment, he poked his head out from behind the jungle,

"What should I say about superfluous things?"

Boluogo leaned forward and leaned on the steering wheel. This red light was unexpectedly long.

"Every time I see you, I seem to see myself, my old self."

Boluogo tried to recall his childhood. His childhood was not bad, nor was it good. He was mediocre and just like the general public. He could no longer tell the difference when thrown into a crowd.

“When I encountered some difficulties in the past, I would wonder if anyone could help me. Unfortunately, no one came to help me.

When I was sad, sad, or completely defeated, I thought about it like this. Unfortunately, no one came..."

A gentle figure flashed before Boluogo's eyes.

Boluogo whispered, "No, it's not like no one came."

"So when I saw you, I felt like I was seeing myself in trouble. I faced the same problems as you and felt the same pain. No one came to help me at that time, but I can help now. other people."

Boluogo tilted his head and said, "I've helped you, and it feels like I've helped myself."

"Is it so complicated?"

Aimu felt a little cold. She rolled up the car window and rubbed her hands vigorously on her chest a few times. "I thought experts only thought about work and how to improve work efficiency."

Faced with Aimu's ridicule, Boluogo smiled, and then sighed, "How could it be possible? Even the most efficient expert grew up from a child."

This sentence touched Aimu. She looked at Boluogo's face carefully, and an indescribable feeling rose in her heart.

The attitude of Expert Bolog was so deeply rooted in people's hearts that Aimu often forgot that Bolog was actually a human being. He liked his friends, but he didn't have a good way to express his emotions.

Yes, just like Lebius inviting you to an amusement park, if one day Boluogo is too enthusiastic about his friends, they should also reflect on whether they have a terminal illness.

Aimu couldn't imagine what Boluogo looked like as a child, as if Boluogo was born with cold steel, blazing fireworks, and blood sprinkled in heavy rain.

But Boluogo has human nature after all. He was once a rebellious child...

Growing up means putting on heavier and heavier armor, burying the once naive and young self deep into the darkness of the armor, leaving only the stronger side to confront the enemy.

Aimu thought this was a suitable opportunity. She wanted to ask Boluogo how human beings grow up. After all, it was her first time becoming a human being and she had no experience.

"Bologo..."

Aimu was about to ask the question when she noticed that Boluogo's expression had changed. From being comfortable and relaxed before, he became very nervous and focused.

Aimu and Boluogo became nervous together. There were not many situations where Boluogo could show such an expression. The gift of doppelgänger was always on standby to transform Aimu into a body of steel.

Borogo said, "Aimu, put your seat belt on."

Aimu fastened his seat belt cooperatively, and then a figure on the roadside walked towards here and knocked on the car window.

"Sir, please take a moment of your time," rolled down the window and the Sheriff said to Bologo, "Recently, there have been frequent racing incidents in this neighborhood that disturb the public..."

He glanced at the car as he spoke, "Can you please show me your driver's license?"

Boluogo didn't respond, but Aimu pushed and whispered, "What's wrong? Just give him your driver's license."

Bologg turned his head, his face was livid, Aimu felt a little confused for a moment, and the next moment Bologg stepped on the accelerator, and the engine roared in the night.

As a car for field staff, despite its unremarkable appearance, the body is bulletproof, the engine is produced by sublimation furnace core, and the roar of the sound waves makes people's ears hurt.

"damn it!"

Boluogo cursed and began to reflect on whether he should take the driver's license test.