Endless Debt

At the moment when his consciousness gradually collapsed, Boluogo felt as if he had stepped into a dark void, and his thoughts gradually became blurred, as if all kinds of memories and feelings were ruthlessly stripped away.

Bologg couldn't feel the existence of his body. Everything seemed to have turned into sad holes. Lost and lonely, the ties of the world tightened Bologg's consciousness. After a strong suddenness, the darkness became brighter. , one after another ferocious and terrifying faces surrounded him.

Boluogo had experienced similar awakenings several times before, but at that time he was surrounded by either familiar relatives and friends, or doctors dressed in white and exuding disinfectant.

This was the first time that I was surrounded by monsters.

Doubtful expressions appeared uniformly on the strangely shaped faces, and Boluogo's eyes were also a little dazed, and then a strong and unyielding voice sounded in his heart.

"Remember this."

Boluogo muttered mysteriously, and then, the memory that had just been in the void, like an incoming tide, once again disappeared on the beach of thoughts.

"I remember...I remember!"

After repeatedly confirming that his memory had not been disturbed and that all the secrets in the void were still clearly visible, Boluogo was ecstatic.

So in the crowd of undead people, this guy who had just returned from resurrection started laughing and dancing to himself like a lunatic. But soon, Boluogo's laughter stopped and he revealed his thoughtful posture. , completely opposite to the state just now, from one extreme to the other.

Boluogo's eyes trembled slightly, and his whole body shook uncontrollably. When he recalled the secret he had just glimpsed, Boluogo felt that he was tied to the railway track, and a train was heading towards him. Running wildly.

"Stop! Stop! Bologo."

Boluogo raised his fist and smashed his face several times, forcing himself to free himself from the pain of overthinking.

No matter how critical things are, they must be given a precise priority and then solved one after another. Obviously, Boluogo's own problem is not a high priority. This conspiracy has been going on for decades. One or two more days won't make any difference.

"I……"

Just when Bologe wanted to say something, he raised his hand and kicked his leg forward, but he missed the spot. Only then did Bologe notice that a cold spear was piercing his chest. Belly, nail yourself firmly to the wall.

Looking at the undead around them, everyone raised their hands in unison and pointed at Bode, who stood aside and looked like a simple and honest man. Bode weakly pointed at Weier.

"It made me do it."

Weier retorted, "I didn't!"

"You've made it so clear, don't you just want me to do this?"

"So, it's a hint, it's a hint. If you understand it wrong, don't rely on me!"

Boluogo had no time to listen to the bickering between the two. He grabbed the spear with both hands and used all his strength to pull the spear out of his body bit by bit. The clicking sound of each section brought out a large amount of blood and minced meat. This cruel On the other hand, even many undead people avoided it.

It had been many years since anyone had seen blood. It was a bit disgusting to see it again after so many years.

Withdrawing the spear, Bologg stepped firmly on the ground with both feet. While taking a deep breath, the horrific injuries on his abdomen were rapidly recovering. Without stopping, Bologg pushed the undead away and quickly headed towards the stairwell. Walk away.

"Bologo, what happened?"

Weier jumped on the undead one after another, stepped on their heads, and followed Boluogo, "Could it be that you really saw the God of Death?"

Boluogo said without turning his head, "This is very complicated to explain, and it involves many existences that I cannot reveal."

"Tell us about it and we might be able to help you."

Hearing this, Boluoge couldn't help but stop walking. He shook his head at Weier, then turned around and shook his head at all the undead.

"No, you can't help me, and you definitely can't."

Boluogo resisted extremely, and then he added smoothly, "Don't forget, you and the undead, you have retired."

retire.

Hearing this word, the expressions of the undead became more exciting, and awkward body language appeared on everyone. For this reason, they all stayed where they were, except Wei'er who followed Bo with all her heart. Behind Luo Ge, everyone seemed to have heard nothing. Instead, they started chatting with each other, as if a party was being held here.

"Wow, old friend, long time no see, you actually joined here."

"Oh? You kid, it's okay..."

Everyone started chatting with each other, it was as hypocritical as a farce.

The undead who registered as members are all people who have made up their mind to escape from the world. They are completely isolated from many connections with reality and enjoy the rest of their lives in this secluded place. But once they choose to re-establish contact with the outside world, then the secluded place will also They can no longer be sheltered.

The undead will lose their peace and be involved in the bloody storm again... No one wants to do this. For so many years, the undead have been addicted to the sleep here, like beasts with their nails cut off and their teeth pulled out. No one wants to hold the sword anymore.

After screening out a large number of undead, many fewer people came to bother Boluogo, but there were still a few who were particularly stubborn.

Sere crossed the crowd, joined Bode and Weir, and followed Bologg closely. The Undead Club was so big, they didn't know where Bologg was going in such a hurry, but Sere soon understood.

I saw Boluogo running wildly along the straight corridor, trying to reach the end of the corridor.

The corridor has no end, this is a truth that every undead knows. Sere spent several months moving forward, but still could not reach the door at the end.

What's behind the door? Who lives there?

Over the years, the undead have discussed this countless times, but there has never been a definite answer.

"Is this related to that door?" Sere murmured.

Boluogo's pace was so determined, as if he had determined that this strange incident was related to this door and the owner behind the door. Sere felt an inexplicable coldness and panic, as if he was witnessing a great revelation.

The next moment, Sere's breathing stopped.

At this time, the undead who were still following Boluoge couldn't help but stop and held their breath.

The end of the corridor that they thought was beyond their reach, with Bologg running, Bologg actually got closer and closer to the end, until Bologg stopped and really stood there. In front of the gate.

Bode sighed in a low voice, "Oh my god..."

Boluogo raised his hand and pressed it on the door handle, turning it hard.

In the oppressive silence, the sound of mechanical twisting, the friction of the door and the threshold, the sound of falling dust... all were so clear, as if they were hitting the eardrums of the undead heavily.

This door is not heavy, but for Bolog, pulling it every inch brings huge resistance, almost using all his strength.

The door was completely open, and Boluogo stood blankly at the door.

Sere swallowed and followed cautiously, as did Weier and Bode. Then several people poked their heads out from behind Boluogo and nervously looked at the world behind the door.

Nothing at all.

There is nothing beyond imagination, nor is it some mysterious hiding place.

Behind the door at the end of the corridor, there is only a narrow storage room covered with dust.

Boluogo walked in and did a simple inspection. He didn't find anything unusual.

"Bologo, what happened?"

This time even Weier became nervous, the hair on her body stood up, and she paced silently around Boluogo's legs.

"No...nothing."

Boluogo shook his head, turned and left the ordinary storage room, and added something that no one could understand.

"He's awake, he's out of here."

After taking two steps, Boluogo roared and punched the wall on one side hard. He did not use any ether, just relying on his own strength. For this reason, a shallow concave mark appeared on the wall. , Bolog's fist was covered with blood.

"Uncle..."

Sere wanted to continue asking. This early morning was a bit too absurd. Everyone was confused, but before he could say anything, he was stopped by Bode.

"As you can see, he wasn't in a good mood," Bode said.

"Brogo is not the kind of person who loses his mind easily," Weier added. "Since he doesn't plan to tell us, it means it's best that we don't know about it."

Driven by curiosity, Se Lei still refused to give up, but Wei'er's words immediately silenced him completely.

"What, do you think retirement life is a bit too boring?"

Sere stopped his movements and stood there without saying a word, with infinite confusion appearing in his eyes, which finally turned into a sigh.

The sound of a heavy door slamming came from a distance, and Boluogo left the Undead Club.

Serei walked over unsteadily, stepped on the bar and stood up, his eyes looking slightly empty and lifeless.

"Everyone, let us forget about the episode just now!"

Sere cheered. With his experience in pole dancing in other places, Sere was very good at stirring up the atmosphere.

"Everyone finally got together, let's have a drink together!"

The undead people looked at each other, as if they were suffering from amnesia. What had just happened was forgotten by them, and they all raised their glasses in response to Sere's words.

"carnival!"

"Eternal Carnival!"

The cheers penetrated through the doors and rushed through the busy streets. Boluogo faintly heard these things, but he had no time to pay attention to them.

He walked as fast as a leopard. He ignored the warning of the red light and jumped into the order bureau amidst the sudden braking and honking of sirens.

Standing in the atrium where people were coming and going, Boluogo suddenly became confused. The connection between employees and the decision-making room was one-way. Only the decision-making room took the initiative to summon him, and he could not take the initiative to go to the decision-making room.

"Nathaniel...Nathaniel!"

Boluogo thought of it, but as soon as the idea came to mind, Boluogo vetoed it. Nathaniel disappeared, so where could he find this guy?

Although the summoning room is considered his office, he can't enter just by asking.

Normally, Boluogo would sit down calmly and think carefully, but now his mind was full of these chaotic and crazy thoughts, and he couldn't stand it for a moment.

A novel idea arose in Boluogo's mind.

In the Bureau of Order, Boluogo ran quickly, causing the employees along the way to exclaim. Some employees recognized Boluogo and speculated whether something big had happened.

Boluogo turned left and right, pushing open another door, and the sound of chirping and noisy sounds could be heard.

"oh?"

"Bologo?"

"Morning! Bologo!"

In the outpost, the Freyas gathered around, and Borogo raised his hand tiredly. The Freyas lined up one after another, walked around Borogo, and high-fived him.

"I need your help with something, Freya." Boluogo said.

"What's the matter?" Freya asked.

"I'm going to the decision-making room," Burlogo later added. "I know it's against the rules and extremely risky..."

"Decision room?"

Another Freya interrupted Bologg.

"Are you referring to the command core of the Bureau of Order?" Another Freya took up Boluogo's words.

"Yes, the decision-making room, the command core of the Bureau of Order, is also where the intelligent consciousness cluster of the Kenshi Virtual Realm is located." Boluogo continued.

Freya is also a consciousness cluster in the ruins area, which is not a secret to her.

"Oh, let me think about it."

Freya stopped as she spoke, crossed her arms, closed her eyes, and tilted her head slightly, looking thoughtful. Then another Freya also stopped and made the same action, and then another, Another one, another one after another... In the blink of an eye, almost all Freya stopped and kept thinking.

Boluogo didn't expect that his problem would actually occupy a large number of Freya's computing units.

"Um……"

During the long wait, Freya opened her eyes, all Freya opened their eyes, and they said in unison.

"No, it says I've crossed a line."

"Crossing the line?"

Boluogo sighed helplessly. Thinking about it, Freya has not yet fully connected to the room, and now it only exists as an external virtual realm.

"Sorry, I was a little too reckless." Boluogo gradually calmed down. When people are anxious, they will inevitably make some irrational decisions.

Freya added, "It doesn't matter, it just doesn't have enough computing power to pay attention to the Kenshi side for the time being."

Boluogo looked at her in confusion, "What... does this mean?"

"It also says, remember the regulations."

Freya had no intention of explaining, but faithfully conveyed the other party's orders.

Boluogo froze in place. After being silent for a while, he nodded gently, "Okay, I understand."

Without saying anything more, Boluogo turned around and left directly. His back looked a little lost.

The Freyas watched Bologg leave and whispered to each other.

"They look so weird."

"Is it the same existence as us?"

"have no idea."

They were not talking about Bologna.

In Freya's field of vision, Boluogo was not alone. He was followed by blurry figures wearing cleaning clothes one after another, with the Bureau of Order's logo engraved on the clothes.