Endless Debt

"Are you okay? Bologo."

"Huh? What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I just think you are a little unusual today, and... you look a little bad, as if you haven't slept in several days."

"Oh? Is the reaction so obvious?"

Boluogo put down the cup and looked down at his small reflection in the water. To be honest, Boluogo couldn't see anything, so he could only shake his head helplessly and try to reassure the other person.

"It's okay," Boluogo took a long breath and pretended as if nothing happened. "It's just daily worries. You know, I have a lot of worries."

"But usually no matter how annoying you are, you rarely do this."

Aimu tilted his head, raised his cheeks with his hands, and looked at Boluogo sideways, "Actually, sometimes you don't even notice it yourself, Boluogo, you still have rules to be found."

"For example?" Boluogo asked curiously.

"For example, you like to be alone most of the time, just like the stereotype of some movie protagonists."

Aimu's expression became more intense as he spoke, like a witch telling a ghost story, "cautious, forbearing, trying to take all the responsibilities on his own."

"But even an iron man like you has limits. When the pressure reaches the limit, you will involuntarily seek help..."

"Have I?" interrupted Burlogo.

"Look, look, I started to refute," Aimu squinted his eyes, and there was a glimmer of light flowing in the gaps, "Bolog, help comes in many forms, just like now, you are asking for help now, It’s just that you haven’t noticed it yet.”

Aimu said, putting his hand on Boluogo's shoulder, and his tone became sinister, "When you are under great pressure, you will change from a state of being alone to being particularly eager to socialize and want to talk to other people. You usually don't You will tell them about your pressure. You just want someone to accompany you. Just simple companionship can improve your mentality.

At this time you would usually spend a whole day watching movies with Palmer, or go to the Immortal Club for a whole night. "

She suddenly reached out her hand and pinched Boluogo's cheek hard, "Only when the pressure is so great that you will think of coming to me."

"How……"

When Boluogo was about to refute, Aimu stretched out his hand and covered Boluogo's mouth. "I've already said it, don't rush to refute it yet."

Aimu glanced at the drunken and noisy tavern, and she doubted, "I guess Palmer is busy, right?"

"Well, he is busy with the promotion ceremony, and this period of time is quite stressful."

"For some reason, you don't want to go to the Immortal Club, right?"

Thinking of those monsters and monsters, Boluogo nodded helplessly, "You guessed it right."

Aimu pretended to be angry, "Okay, Boluogo, you have exhausted all your options before you came to me, right?"

"No."

Boluogo didn't know how to explain it for a while. He really hadn't thought about these things, let alone that Aimu had analyzed himself so thoroughly.

"I just feel... I just feel..."

"Do you think I'm the ultimate option?" Aimu said again, "You only think about me when the first few healing options don't work."

Boluogo thought this was an opportunity and praised him repeatedly, "Of course. Being with you will make you feel very at ease, like a panacea."

"You bastard, don't think you can fool me with such nonsense." Aimu was sober now.

"sorry!"

Boluogo apologized repeatedly. He was never persistent in this kind of matter.

After praising Aimu in a low voice, Boluogo looked slightly dazed and leaned heavily on the back of the chair. After a long time, his wandering eyes fell on Aimu.

"Actually, if you think about it carefully, more often than not, I just don't want to share the pressure on you."

"Why?" Aimu imitated Boluogo's movements and leaned heavily on the back of the chair. "We are a sacred community of destiny."

A sacred community of destiny.

Hearing this word at this time, Bologo wanted to laugh inexplicably.

"Ah... what should I say?"

Boluogo thought for a moment, and soon he thought of a suitable description, "I don't like drinking, Aimu."

Looking at the remaining half glass of orange juice, Boluogo sorted out his words, "I am a somewhat controlling person, and I hope that everything will develop as I expected - even myself.

So I don’t like drinking or anything that interferes with my rational judgment. "

"But you are a human being after all, not a machine."

"Yeah, so this is how I relieve my stress," Bologg smiled at Aimu, "Being with other people is a comfort to me."

"so?"

"So it's like eating a cake, that's what everyone does, eat some of the less creamy and less sweet parts first, save the sweetest part for the end, and eat it all in one bite."

Boluogo said eloquently, "Palmer and Sere are slightly ordinary placebos, while Amu is a very precious placebo."

"oh……"

Aimula made a long ending, and looked unmoved by Boluogo's various praises.

The two were silent for a while, and then Aimu said again, "Sometimes I really don't know whether you are pretending to be stupid or deliberately pretending to be stupid."

"Which part do you mean?"

"all."

"Maybe I'm just not good at expressing myself. Let me understand. It's only been a few years since I was released from prison."

"Yeah... yes," Aimu expressed understanding, and then asked, "In other words, I am very important to you, right?"

"Yes, you also said it, a sacred community of destiny."

Borogo said, holding out his fist.

Looking at Boluogo's outstretched fist, Aimu hesitated and said unabashedly, "You look like this, we are like brothers on the battlefield."

"Actually, it's not that much different." When talking about this part, Boluoge became interested. "If you think about it carefully, it's really like this."

Aimu was speechless and sighed helplessly, "Please don't always ruin the atmosphere like this, okay?"

"I'm just a little shy." Boluogo said embarrassedly when his joke was discovered.

"Can the mighty Boluogo be shy?"

"Probably, it's like a strange threshold," Boluogo thought for a moment and added, "You've seen similar family movies. By the end, the jokes are almost done, and the atmosphere suddenly changes. Come up."

"Well," Aimu nodded, "then everyone hugged each other and cried together."

"Yeah."

Aimu tried to follow Boluogo's thoughts, "So what do you think...well...what will happen after you and I feel a certain degree of atmosphere?"

When asked about the key part, Boluogo hesitated, "I don't know, I don't know at all. I just said that I am a paranoid control freak, and I even want to control myself."

"Do you think that after the atmosphere reaches a certain threshold, you will do something out of control?"

"Maybe, people are always more wary of things they have never experienced."

When mentioning these, Boluogo looked really shy. Seeing Boluogo's appearance, Aimu felt an indescribable feeling.

"Is this the contrast?"

Aimu said in a strange way.

After leaving this tavern, Boluogo is the leader of the action team, a person with power, an extremely cold expert, a cold-blooded murderer who is proficient in various methods, and he is even said to be a veteran from the Wrath of the Scorched Earth, but in this tavern In front of Aimu, he was like a restrained monk.

"ha?"

"Nothing, nothing." Aimu kept covering up and ignoring the topic.

Aimu thought deeply for a moment and looked at Boluogo with a strange smile. Boluogo was a little frightened by her look and picked up chips one by one to divert his attention.

"Bologo, there's a question."

"Just ask."

"Do you think... the sacred community of destiny between us is a burden to you, a choice out of control?"

According to Bologo's thinking, the sacred community of destiny, establishing a close emotional connection with her, or having a romantic relationship, is not a rational choice for a desperado like Bologo, but in In the end, Boluogo took the initiative to confess to himself and seek such a connection.

Aimu was curious about what Boluogo was thinking.

"Yes."

Boluogo immediately gave an affirmative answer, "This is a burden and an out-of-control choice."

"But I don't hate it."

Boluogo mechanically stuffed fries into his mouth, as if adding fuel to his language engine, "If you want something you don't have, then you have to try something you haven't tried." s things."

"From a rational point of view, this is wrong, but from an emotional point of view, I am willing to pay for this out-of-control decision. That is to say, although this violates my principles to a certain extent, I am willing to let the principles Make an exception for this.”

Boluogo finished the fries and wiped his fingers. Aimu raised his hand and said, "Please have another one."

"I'm stuffed."

"But I haven't eaten yet." Aimu rolled his eyes at Boluogo.

"Oh oh oh."

Aimu's eyes fell back on Boluogo, and she asked, "Do you have anything else to defend yourself?"

"Justification? Nothing more."

Under Amu's scrutinizing gaze, Boluogo felt a little restless. It was strange that sometimes when the two of them were chatting, the conversation turned into something like an interrogation.

After a while, a new plate of French fries was served. Aimu picked up one and ate it slowly and piece by piece like a guinea pig eating vegetable leaves.

"Bologo."

Aimu suddenly called Boluogo's name.

"What's wrong?"

When my name was suddenly called, I felt like I was being called on by the teacher in class.

"Did anyone tell you that you are very good at talking about love?"

"Love words?" Boluogo was stunned, "How is that possible?"

Seeing Boluogo's completely unaware and stupid look, Aimu sighed and clapped, "Master, you are indeed an expert. He is also very proficient in this aspect."

"Have it?"

Bologg's voice became louder. People like him were always ashamed of expressing emotions. It was simply unrealistic for Bologg to take the initiative to do such a thing.

"Nothing, nothing," Aimu suppressed a smile and patted Boluogo on the shoulder, "All masters are like this, they can subtly convince their opponents."

"ha?"

Boluogo couldn't understand it at all. In his opinion, he was just relaying his thoughts honestly.

"Don't be shocked, I'm complimenting you."

Aimu stretched out his hand and pulled the corner of Boluogo's mouth, making him reveal an ugly smile.

Bologg couldn't figure it out, while Aimu kept laughing. Seeing her like this, Bologg moved the newly brought French fries in front of him and ate them one by one.

After hanging out with Palmer for a long time, Bologo also started to like these fried foods. It would be even better if he had a glass of ice-cold orange juice and a movie of his choice.

"Are you under a lot of pressure?" In the calm, Aimu asked again, "According to your way of thinking, you are looking for me, so you must be under a lot of pressure."

Aimu's words brought Boluogo back to reality. Boluogo would have said something casually to cover it up, but then Aimu suddenly grabbed Boluogo's hand, with a glimmer of light in his eyes.

Boluogo whispered, "It's not okay to break into a private house."

"Then you call the police."

Aimu looked like a scoundrel and said cowardly, "What? Tell others that I broke into your 'heart'? They will only treat you as a fool."

"You're a bit of a bad learner, Aimu."

Aimu's double-entendre joke made Boluogo not know how to fight back for a moment.

"It means you teach well, teacher."

Aimu stroked Boluogo's palm and felt the rough callus on it, like a piece of hard skin.

"What happened?" Aimu asked again.

Boluogo took a deep breath, summoned up the courage, and said with difficulty, "I'm thinking about what I am."

After wiping his fingers, Boluogo touched his chest with doubts in his eyes. Only then did Boluogo remember that he had stopped smoking since he solved his addiction to people.

Borogo could not recall how he became a debtor, let alone what he had done with Leviathan.

"I have forgotten many things, some things that are enough to determine my personal existence." Bologo paused and asked the question he once asked again, "If one day you find that the real you is different from the expected What would you do when you are completely different and even contradictory to each other?"

“Is there a crisis of self-identity?”

Aimu easily identified Boluogo's problem. She had encountered a similar thing before. Aimu thought she was TEDA's only one, but in fact she was just a substitute for another person.

"Boluogo, do you know that every once in a while, the cells in the human body undergo metabolism?" Aimu asked.

"I know."

"That is to say, from a materialistic point of view, the person you were yesterday and the person you are today are not the same person."

"But I have a gift, the Axis of Time..."

"Describe! Describe! You bastard, why have you become stupid again at this time." Aimu pinched Boluogo's elbow.

"Oh oh oh, keep going."

"I mean, don't keep thinking about who you were in the past. Even if you do recall your past, so what. You may have been a vicious bastard in the past, but it won't affect who you are now."

Aimu concluded, "The past you are not important, the important thing is the present you, and then choose the future you."

Boluogo nodded in understanding, picked up a French fries out of habit, and then was slapped away by Aimu.

"This is mine!"

…

In the bloody and sticky cave, there were bloodstains and rotting corpses everywhere, and the stench filled every part of the space. The surface of the blood lake was peaceful, without any ripples, just like a mirror.

"Bad news."

The sound came slowly from the exit of the cave, and soon a figure came striding on the soft flesh and blood ground. He stood in front of the blood lake and waited patiently.

The blood lake boiled, and a white figure emerged from the blood like a mermaid. As she came, the flowing blood solidified, turning into a twisted bloody throne under her body.

"Our undecided blood relative still made his decision."

Mammon straightened her tie and said in an extremely sad tone.

"Where did you get the news?"

After hearing this, Beelzebub, who had a calm posture, became serious.

"He told me himself."

Mammon said and moved away. Only then did Beelzebub notice that there was another heavy and slow footsteps approaching in the bloody cave.

A tall and bloated figure strolled over. The ridiculous diving suit was so eye-catching, and the dark fish surrounded it, sneaking silently.

"Long time no see, my dear blood relatives."

Leviathan opened his arms as he walked, as if he wanted to hug them.

"Leviathan?"

Seeing Leviathan, Beelzebub was shocked and angry. The blood lake was completely boiling, and even thick blood vapor evaporated. The entire flesh and blood cave shook violently. Countless bloody slender arms stretched out, as if being struck by Wild grass blown by the wind.

"What are you doing here?"

Beelzebub never imagined that Leviathan would appear here in person.

"What else can be done?"

Leviathan retracted his hands, made a salute, and then bowed gently to her and Mammon.

"I just think that declaring war is a serious matter," he said ruthlessly, "so I come here personally to declare your destruction."

Mammon said nothing and looked on coldly, while Beelzebub was full of anger and his blood was boiling.

Under the heavy helmet, Leviathan revealed a ferocious smile that no one could see.