Endless Debt

"So your idea is to take me to the agreement area. Is there something wrong with you?"

Burlogo was finally dragged into the car by Palmer, and the two of them drove through the streets of Opos, heading towards the agreement area.

"Did you see the name at the bottom of the document? That guy's Church Bolton," Palmer said.

"What's wrong?"

Bologo remembered that name. At the bottom of every report from the Bureau of Order, there was the name of the reporter.

"You may not believe it, but this guy was my former partner. He and I were the twin stars of the department at the time. We completed the tasks perfectly every time. If it weren't for my damn 'gift', I would have been promoted long ago. Got paid.”

Palmer tells the story of his former partner.

"This guy has a problem. He really likes to chat with his target, literally. His secret power is very interesting. He can easily penetrate into the enemy's interior. Maybe it's because people with high skills are bold, so he especially likes to go deeper. Deeply dig into the target, such as understanding the target’s thoughts, personality, and past.”

Palmer shouted.

"Just like the kind of perverted killers often played in movies, before hunting the target, you have to understand a person's life in detail. After all, this person's life is ended by him."

"Speaking of which, what's the difference between you intelligence officers and assassins?"

Boluogo suddenly realized this. These iron whistles, which were good at penetrating, were like deadly poisonous snakes.

"There's not much difference. It's just a matter of whether you are given the right to fire during the mission, but usually we leave the work of firing to the field department. There are specialties in the field, right.

Talking about my partner, he is called the ‘faceless man’.

His behavior of chatting with the enemy is prohibited by regulations. Doing this kind of behavior during operations will undoubtedly increase the risk of the mission. The Crow's Nest is different from the Field Support Department. For departments like ours that are in charge of important intelligence, the rules are very strict. . "

"Talking and laughing with the enemy? It sure sounds bad," Bologo said.

"It's quite bad, so I guess this guy must have walked around in that warehouse several times, and maybe made a few new friends... But he can't write this in the report. If he writes it, he will be asked to write a review. "Yes." Palmer explained.

"So we're going to meet him now and dig out what he knows?" Bologo said.

"That's right, don't worry about this guy not speaking up. As his former partner, I have a lot of dark history about him. He will be obedient."

Palmer laughed. Compared with the "faceless man" in his mouth, he was more like a pervert at this moment, and he was still a nasty pervert.

"He's your partner! Are you treating him like this?" Boluogo was surprised.

"To be precise, it's the former partner, and you are the current partner." Palmer drove at a fast speed, crossing one intersection after another. "They are all the former partners anyway, so it is better to squeeze out the remaining value."

Bologg looked at Palmer with a strange look. This bastard Palmer was worse than he thought. If he couldn't protect him, he would also secretly collect his own dark history, although Bologg felt that he didn't have that kind of thing.

He always felt that as long as he lived a fair and aboveboard life and ensured that no one was left alive, Boluogo would not be troubled by any dark history.

The so-called living magnanimously is probably like this.

"Lika" slowly stopped on the street in the agreement area. Bologg looked at the street signs and found that it was not very far from Kedening's theater. It could be reached in a short walk. He wondered whether he should go over and say hello.

Without Palmer's trouble, Bologbo would have wanted to see Kodenin and tell him that he couldn't come to the show.

Maybe it's his love for Kotnering's performance, or maybe it's his feelings about "The Wandering Rat". Sometimes Boluogo feels that he regards Kotnering as a friend, even though the two have only met once.

Unlike Palmer, who is an optimistic but somewhat negative person, Bologo is an optimistic and positive person. As he said to Sere in the Immortal Club, he will not resist because of his status as an immortal. What are you looking for? He is more willing to enjoy the present, because this is how Adele taught him.

Instead of waiting uneasily for the gloomy future, it is better to devote everything to the present.

It has to be said that Adele had a really great influence on Borlog. She was like some kind of spiritual mentor. She did not teach Borlog any lofty ideals or sacred concepts, but only warned him how to live. That’s all.

Therefore, Adele's shadow fills Boluogo's life, like a teacher, mother, friend...

"See that flower shop?" Palmer pointed to the flower shop on the corner.

"Well, what then?"

"There is a girl named Afia in the flower shop. My partner has a crush on that girl." Palmer raised his hand and glanced at his watch. "It just so happens that he comes to buy one at this time every week." Bouquet of flowers.”

"Are you... following him?"

"How is that possible? Don't call me like a pervert," Palmer quickly defended, "Who do you think the helmet you are wearing now belongs to? I dragged him to this flower shop before."

Palmer continued to complain, "Because of my 'gift', we were rear-ended while parking. He lay in the hospital for a week. Since then, he has never taken a ride in my car again."

"It is really his misfortune to have a partner like you." Boluogo said in his heart, and he felt deep sympathy for the "faceless man" whom he had never met.

"I think he should be inside. You can wait for me outside."

As Palmer spoke, he walked towards the flower shop. Bologna was not idle either. He walked down from the sidecar and stood at the door of the flower shop, waiting for news from Palmer.

A few minutes later, the door of the flower shop was pushed open, but what walked out was a guy that Boluogo had never expected.

The man was holding bright flowers in his hands with a smile on his face. He could feel that countless beautiful fantasies were playing out in his mind. He has a wonderful date tonight.

Boluogo looked at Kedening holding flowers and was surprised.

Kedening didn't notice Boluogo, lowered his head to smell the flowers in his hand, took two steps, and keenly felt Boluogo's gaze, he turned his head, and the two looked at each other.

"Bo... Boluogo?" Kedening recalled for a few seconds.

"I thought a famous person like you wouldn't be able to remember me." Boluogo was even more surprised when Kedening called out his name.

"No, I remember every audience member who supported me," Kedening said.

"So dedicated."

Boluogo lamented that he likes dedicated people, and experts should be like this.

"Have a date?" Boluogo asked, looking at the flowers in his hand.

"Well, I brought it to my wife. She likes flowers very much." When talking about his wife, Kedening's eyes were full of tenderness. "Tomorrow night is the ending of "The Wandering Mouse". She and I want to celebrate it."

"Speaking of which, do you have time to come and see it?"

Kedening still remembered the pleasant chat, and he looked into Boluogo's eyes.

"Sorry, I missed my appointment."

Boluogo was very frank. He glanced at the bench next to him and then at the flower shop. He asked, "Do you have time to sit down for a while?"

Kedening hesitated for a moment, but he still nodded.

"certainly."

…

I don’t know what Palmer was doing in the flower shop. He didn’t come out for a long time. Boluogo was unexpectedly free and sat on the bench with Kedening, chatting.

"My job... you can think of it as a private detective. I am hired by others to investigate some cases."

Boluogo said casually. He felt that he was not lying, but that he had made slight changes to the correct facts. Palmer taught him this.

"Private detective? It seems that you have taken on many bizarre cases. I really want to have a chat with you when I have time." Ke Dening's eyes sparkled a little.

“Is this what you creators call ‘going out to collect materials’?”

"Almost, fantasy is based on reality, and we can't perfectly dream up a story," Kadening said. "Even the story of "The Wandering Rat" is based on my own experience, isn't it?"

"Indeed." Boluogo nodded.

"So...are you going to handle any important case tomorrow night?" Kedening asked.

"Pretty much, a very important case."

When talking about this, Boluogo's tone became obviously serious.

Kedening looked at his watch and said, "I still have plenty of time. Are you interested in talking about it?"

Boluogo was silent for a while, feeling anxious and anxious. He felt that he might need an outlet.

"My friend passed away." Boluogo said coldly.

The smile on Kedening's face solidified, and the roar of traffic on the street gradually faded away, as if the two of them were isolated from the world.

"She was murdered. I have been tracing the whereabouts of the murderer. Tomorrow night I will raid the residence of a suspected murderer... That's it."

When the words came to his lips, Boluogo realized that his words were pale. It was not that he wanted to recall all this nightmare. Boluogo only had no strength to talk about it. It was too heavy.

"Feel sorry."

"You have nothing to be sorry for. It's the murderer who should be sorry," Borogo said, glancing at the flowers in Kedening's hand. "She also likes flowers very much."

"She means a lot to you."

"It's very important. I used to have some mental illness...probably a mental illness, and she helped me get out of the gloom," Bologo recalled the good things. "She is a very good person with devout beliefs. He spent his whole life helping others.”

"I don't believe in any gods, but under her influence, sometimes I actually have some expectations for the so-called gods."

Borogo laughed as he spoke, his indifference no longer, he was sincere.

"But sometimes I feel like she doesn't believe in God at all."

Suddenly, Boluogo said something completely contradictory again.

"Why?" Kedening asked.

"It's simple, because God does not exist. For her, God is more like a symbol and a spiritual sustenance.

She and I have talked about this, and she has always felt that there is a power in this world that transcends everything, beyond life and death, beyond hell and heaven.

This power will punish everyone who makes a mistake fairly, and she believes in this power. "

Borogo shook his head.

"I don't believe this. If there really is such power, then this should be a world where good and evil are rewarded. There is no need for judges and firing squads. When you make a mistake, there will naturally be thunder across the sky and burn you to ashes. An empty shell."

Boluogo turned his head and looked at Kedening with a longing expression. "Later I saw her and saw the smile on her face when she did good deeds. For a moment, my restless heart calmed down. I think I understood."

"This kind of power may not exist, but I can understand why she believes this, because it can bring her inner peace and make those who believe this feel a rare peace of mind."

"It's like... some kind of bondage, it restrains us," Kodening said.

"No, it's a warning, it's a sharp sword hanging above your head," Boluogo denied. "God is watching everyone, so when you do evil, you will restrain yourself because of the unknowable punishment. .”

Boluogo's voice was a little desperate.

"Unfortunately God does not exist, so evil deeds are not punished and good deeds are not rewarded."