Endless Debt

Boluogo stood in front of the door, hesitating for a long time, not knowing whether he was right to visit the other party, but he quickly made a decision and raised his hand to knock on the door panel.

There was a sound of movement behind the door. After a few seconds, the door was opened. Canary poked her head out. After noticing that the person who came was Boluogo, her tense nerves relaxed a little.

"It's you."

As Belphegor's poet and the canary who was ordered to hunt down the white gull, she knew a lot of inside information, such as the connection between Bologna and Belphegor.

Therefore, Canary's attitude towards Bologg is obviously much gentler than that of others. In her eyes, Bologg should also be a member of the Unbound Poetry Club. After all, he still has Belfen in him. The mark of style.

Boluogo said, "Can we go in and have a chat?"

After observing Gauld's situation, Aimu took the initiative to stay and study Gauld's strange state and the nature of the original things with Duva. In order to avoid another accident, this time Lebius chose Accompanying the two of them, Jeffrey went back to rest due to injuries.

Boluoge was temporarily free. After thinking for a while, he chose to see Canary.

After the battle, Bologo was resurrected again. When Lebius appeared in front of him with the wolves, he was very worried about the development of the next events.

After all, Canary is not a member of the Order Bureau. As a person with power, she suddenly joined this dispute. With Lebius's style, no matter what purpose she has, she must be neutralized first.

Boluogo was ready to adjust it, but he never expected that Lebius's performance was very calm, as if he had known Canary for a long time, but in the follow-up inquiry, Lebius said that he I don't know Canary.

But Lebius is familiar with the power of Belphegor, the devil hiding deep in the Bureau of Order.

For a moment, Boluogo suddenly had a strange feeling. In a sense, the Unbound Poetry Society and the Bureau of Order were in the same camp. The only difference was whether they were completely controlled by the devil.

"OK."

Canary didn't hesitate for long. She moved out of the way, allowing Bologg to enter the room.

There was an inexplicable tacit understanding between Canary and Lebius. After the incident, Lebius briefly chatted with Canary and then divided this cabin for her on the Terror. Others did not question too much, and everyone trusted Lebius.

Looking back now, Bologo understands why. It was Belphegor who connected them. While recovering the original object, the Bureau of Order also assisted Belphegor in completing his revenge.

Thinking of this, Boluogo clenched his fists, and the brand of the sun was still engraved on his palms. Even at the last moment, Boluogo still did not use the devil's power, but the devil's purpose was achieved, like an irreversible fate. This made Boluogo feel a little helpless.

Boluogo sat on a chair to the side, and Canary sat back on her bed. Boluogo didn't know how to open the topic, and his eyes wandered around. Canary thought it was nothing, so she picked up the book she had not finished reading. Turn the pages carefully.

"Where's that guy?"

After a while, Boluogo asked.

Canary said, "Do you mean the white gull?"

"White Gull?"

Only then did Boluogo realize that he didn't know the other person's name. What was even stranger was that the other person, like the canary, was named after a certain bird. He began to wonder if this was some kind of tradition of the Unbound Poetry Society.

"He's here. He's safe. Don't worry."

Canary probably understood the purpose of Boluogo's visit. She took out something wrapped in black cloth from under the bed. It exuded a fishy smell of blood, and there was a thick dark liquid covering the surface, and it was on the top of the cloth. A deadly dagger plunged into it.

"I tested it carefully and found that White Ou's immortality is to keep his flesh and blood alive. That is to say, no matter what kind of trauma, his flesh and blood cannot be killed, but that's all. His flesh and blood does not 'die'. concepts, but they cannot heal each other, so he needs that strange suture to re-sew the flesh."

Canary put it on the table generously, and the dark blood stains spread.

"This dagger is a contract object, called the Fang of Death."

Canary tapped the handle of the dagger, "Its effect is very simple. It will seal the target's ether, causing its alchemy matrix to completely fall into silence. But the corresponding price is that my ether will fall into the same silence." .”

A dark illusory chain extended from the dagger. It wrapped around the canary and the white gull respectively, locking their ether and alchemical matrix together.

"You really went to great lengths to control him," Bologo said.

"We will show no mercy to traitors."

Canary showed a charming smile, but now it seems that this smile is extremely cruel.

Boluogo pointed to the head, "Is this all left?"

"Well, that's all that's left," Canary said nonchalantly, "Anyway, his head will be enough from now on."

The canary chopped the body of the white gull into pieces and threw it into the roaring sea. Now the flesh and blood should be eaten up by the fish. They will not be digested, but will be scattered to every place in the seven seas with the fish. Even if Bai Ou can escape, he will not be able to recover his whole body for the time being, at least not for hundreds of years.

Canary then asked, "Do you have anything to ask him?"

Boluogo shook his head, "No... I have nothing to talk about with the madman."

"That's good."

Canary continued, "I dug out his eyes, threw one into the sea, and put the other in a bottle. Maybe I will use it in the future.

His ears were shattered by me, and I kept all the flesh and blood. After all, I still need him to listen to the declaration of judgment, and the same is true for his throat. He is temporarily speechless, but when he meets the bystanders, I will give him one back. A chance to defend yourself. "

It can be heard that Canary hates Bai Ou very much. If it were not for the blessing of Nie Chaos, which made all the torture ineffective against Bai Ou, otherwise she would be happy to regard torturing Bai Ou as her life's work.

"Can you talk to me?" Boluoge asked, "About what White Ou did and the corruption of the Unbound Poetry Society."

Boluogo is very curious about these things, but he doesn’t want to ask Belphegor. He is a completely narcissistic bastard. You have to communicate with him and have his head pressed by him to appreciate his dozen-plus... Hours of chaotic video.

This is a long torture for Bologg. He doesn't want Belphegor's various behaviors to make him hate the movie. Canary is a good backup option. Maybe from her mouth, Bologg can get An answer that satisfies you.

Canary laughed, "Oh? Why should I talk to you about this?"

"For this."

Bologger spread his hands, revealing the sun mark left by Belphegor, "I think he should have mentioned me to you."

Canary's smile became playful, and she stuffed the white gull back under the bed, crossed her legs in front of her, and put her hands on her knees.

"There's no complicated story," Canary said, "It's just a dispute over some ideas."

Borrowgo guessed, "A dispute over the Infinite Verses?"

Canary narrowed her eyes and said, "Continue."

"Belphegor promises you the beauty and eternity after death, while the Witch of Desire promises you pleasure in this world. There are disputes among you, and White Ou is the core figure."

Boluogo still remembered Baigull's hatred for him. He mistakenly thought that he was Belphegor's debtor and had the gift of immortality. He was extremely jealous of himself.

"The white gull doubted the beauty of death, and he was shaken. He asked Belphegor for the gift of eternal life countless times, but Belphegor refused all of them, and the witch of pleasure came in and gave the white gull the gift of eternal life. Everything he wanted, and using the white gull as his minions, he corrupted more poets."

Boluogo continued his speculation, "Belphegor's promise is too far away, but what the Desire Witch can give is real and within reach.

The following story is very simple. Not many people can refuse the temptation of the Witch of Desire. The Unbound Poetry Society collapsed on its own. You all betrayed Belphegor, and no one is continuing to write "Endless Poems".

You are the only poet on the road to revenge. "

Canary was silent for a while. As Boluogo spoke, her face became cold, but in the end she still showed a smile.

"Look, don't you already know everything?"

"It's just a guess. I need someone to confirm my guess."

Canary leaned back lazily, "Then you guessed it right, at least most of it is correct."

Boluogo asked, "Then I guessed something wrong?"

Canary was silent for a while, and after a brief struggle, she said, "For example, I feel like I'm not a real poet."

Boluogo was a little surprised. He didn't expect Canary to say this, "Are you saying you also betrayed Belphegor?"

"I guess so."

Canary couldn't tell.

The room was quiet, and Boluogo waited patiently for Canary's answer. Canary's eyes wandered around, as if she was recalling an ancient story, but it was too long and full of gray... Dust, for a moment Canary didn't know where to start.

"Bologo, do you think "Endless Verses" can really be realized?"

Suddenly, Canary wondered, "A materialized entity that has written all the poetry and all the artistic fantasies in human history... Do you think it can really be born?"

"That's something you should ask Belphegor, not me," Bologeau said.

Canary was not angry when Bologger called the bystander by his real name, as if she actually didn't care much about Belphegor, which made Bologg confused about Canary's position.

“But I can see how difficult it would be to achieve The Endless Verses.”

Boluogo continued, "It will cover everything about human beings. That is to say, no matter how the times change, it will always be in a state of being written. Only when human beings end will it be considered as recording everything about human beings. "Endless Poems" 》is the real birth.”

"Rather than a huge book for people to read, I think this is more like a tombstone, a human tombstone, telling the descendants of mankind the magnificent past. Of course, whether the latter can understand this is another matter."

Boluogo looked at Canary. He could keenly detect the change in the woman's mood, and her faith was trembling.

"Sounds desperate, doesn't it? But it's not bad for you poets. It's like a strange religious belief. When the human race ends, you will reunite in Belphegor's cinema and enjoy this great work together. "

Canary murmured, "Yes, let's enjoy it together, but what about after that?"

This question stopped Boluogo, and Canary smiled bitterly, "We have admired the greatest work in human history together, and we will also usher in the end of humankind..."

Canary thinks very far away, far further than other poets, like the peaks of distant mountains. Since this possibility exists, Canary seems to understand it.

Boluogo asked, "If The Endless Poems is completed, it will mean the end of mankind, but if it is not completed, you will never reach the ideal end. Are you struggling with this?"

Canary smiled disdainfully, "No, Boluogo, what I'm worried about is not the end of humankind. Do you think people like us really have the extra time to care about other people?"

"Then why did you..."

“I often think about what will be waiting for us when the psalm ends?

After all, no matter how grand and long "The Endless Poems" is, it is destined to have its own ending. It may take hundreds or thousands of years, but it will eventually come to an end.

What after the ending?

Will we truly die, or will we sink into absolute nothingness? Or is it that we will not just die, but recite the story, over and over again, for endless years, until each of us is tired of it all? "

Canary sighed helplessly and gave an example to Boluogo, "No matter how much you like a movie, you will feel sick after watching it countless times, right?"

Borrowgo reflected on his terrible moviegoing experience with Belphegor, nodded in approval, and chimed in, "It sucked. It sucked."

Noticing Boluogo's confused look, Canary calmed down for a while and explained, "Long before the Desire Witch corrupted the Unbound Poetic Society, there were many disagreements within the Unbound Poetic Society."

“As I just said, some people began to question eternity after death, others doubted the end of poetry, and some even suspected that this was a bystander... a conspiracy by Belphegor.

How could the devil be so kind? He must have wanted to collect all the poems and, the moment he finished compiling the "Endless Psalms," burn and destroy them, feasting on the pain and despair of the poets. "

Canary waved her hand. She couldn't explain these things. "Maybe it's because of the progress of the times that we have become more realistic. We no longer are romantic or hold those stupid ideals, but With sharp pros and cons.”

"The differences between you are getting bigger and bigger."

"Pretty much, until the white gull blew it all up."

Canary recalled the past days, "White Ou was once the best poet among us. He wandered among the countries all year round, collecting folk stories that were passed down orally and recording them on paper. They become part of the Endless Verses.”

"White Ou is looking forward to eternity after death, even if it is extremely far away for him.

But one day, the white gull changed. He began to fear death. He repeatedly asked Belphegor for the gift of eternal life, hoping to run around in this world and witness the birth of "Endless Poems" with his own eyes. You also know the result. All his requests were rejected by Belphegor.

I guess that long before that, the Desire Witch began to corrupt the white gull. As the differences intensified, more people chose the pleasures of this world instead of the satisfaction of the distant future.

We once questioned Belphegor, hoping that he could explain something, but he just shook his head and said that we were not qualified, which made him very disappointed, and then the Unbound Poetry Society fell apart. "

"But you're still working for Belphegor," said Borogo.

"It's just that the interests are aligned."

Canary explained, "I don't know the truth about "The Endless Poems", and I don't know whether I will be able to appear in that movie theater in the distant future after my death, but what I know is that the white gull ruined everything. , he betrayed us and killed all my friends. Even if it is not for the Unbound Poetry Club, I will avenge him for the sake of my friends."

The atmosphere fell silent again, Canary was immersed in the joy of revenge, and Boluogo was lost in thought because of Canary's story.

The Zongge Orchestra and the Unbound Poetry Society represent two extremes. The former abandons everything, whether it is pain or sadness, and replaces it with absolute joy. In that extreme joy, individuals do not have to worry about the distant and unknowable future, and there is no need to think about the complexities of life.

The Witch of Desire reduces all human complexity, retaining only pleasure, and dominates everyone's spirit with irresistible lust instinct, allowing them to sink in eternal happiness.

In comparison, the Unbound Poetry Society is like ascetic monks. The poets travel around the world, collecting countless stories and poems, and putting them together. They are bound together by the same romantic ideal and long for death. The eternity after.

Boluogo understood that poets did not care about true immortality. What they longed for was the privilege of reading all the poems in the world.

This is like the seekers of the Order of Truth. If the devil promises the seekers that he will tell the seekers the truth about the secret source, the price is that the seekers will die the moment they learn the truth.

Boluogo felt that no seeker would refuse the devil's promise, and seekers would go to the altar in droves, and die calmly after knowing everything about the secret source.

The same is true for poets. They long to know all the poems in the world and are willing to sacrifice their souls to the devil for this. But unlike the fanatical seekers of knowledge, the secret source can at least be observed. "Endless Poems" is really too far away. It was so far away that even the poets began to have doubts.

Borlog said, "You are afraid, Canary."

"Why do you feel that way?"

Hearing Boluogo's words, Canary smiled and didn't understand why Boluogo suddenly said this.

"At first, I thought you were just afraid of death, just like Bai Ou. Even if you gained eternity after death, you were still afraid of the monotony and nothingness brought about by the infinite repetition of poems, or even the even more unpredictable ending... "

"Actually, you are afraid of the end of the poem, right?"

The smile on Canary's face froze, as if Bologg had found her weakness and seen through her layers of disguise.

“When the psalm is written, it dies.”

Boluogo relaxed his body and crossed his legs imitating Canary's movements.

"So what are you going to do next? hinder Belphegor? prevent the birth of "Endless Poems"? After all, its appearance symbolizes the end of poetry."

Canary said, "Do you think this is useful? Poetry was born because of humans, but humans will one day completely disappear, and poetry will naturally disappear with it. This cannot be changed by human power."

"Yes, it is unchangeable, just like a heavy rolling stone. You can only watch it roll down, and everything will eventually end in silence, so you are desperate and nihilistic."

Boluogo groped Canary's mind and continued, "Are you starting to waver too?"

Canary said nothing.

"Even if "The Endless Poems" can be born, even if I can read all this majesty, even if this damn everything will be perfect...but it will still end completely, just like the last page of a novel."

Boluogo stood up, "Actually, you have also thought about it, why not join the Zongge Band? At least before the end, you can experience absolute joy instead of torturing yourself like an ascetic monk."

Canary took a deep breath and smiled again on her face.

"Maybe there's still some romanticism left in me."

I looked at the group of owners and said, "Guigui, there is a heating problem in our building. Why is it like an Ice Age?" Still two in one.