Endless Debt.

Chapter 787 A New Beginning

Bologo dragged the drunken Palmer back home. The guy was almost turned into mud, and Burlogo didn't bother to care about him. He threw it on the bed and covered the quilt. Back to his room.

Turn on the desk lamp, and a corner of the dark room was brightened. Bologo opened the drawer and wrote a long article in his notes. When writing things, Bologo was very devoted, but for a while, his mind was always Difficulty settling down.

Bologo's mood was a little chaotic, very chaotic, and he couldn't make sense of it.

Fortunately, time can numb all pain. Bologo has gradually accepted the fact that Xilin has returned, and a strange premonition has arisen in his heart. In the near future, Bologo will face it again. Cylinder...

Burrog didn't know if the two would keep the peace, or draw their swords.

"what……"

Bologo rubbed his head vigorously, the hallucinations caused by the repentance song have disappeared for a long time, but since this period of time, Bologo has developed some other problems, such as headaches and insomnia, this effect directly affects Burogo In Luo Ge's spirit, the gift and time-traveling axis can't control these.

Burrog couldn't figure out why he became like this. He guessed it had something to do with his own thoughts, so what did he have on his mind?You know that in terms of life, Burlogo is an almost pure fellow, as efficient as a machine.

Can't figure it out.

Bologo sat for a long time, and it was almost midnight. He suddenly moved, opened the cabinet, took out a jewelry box from a pile of "souvenirs", and took out a necklace with a ring on it with cross.

Staring at the circle and the cross for a long time, Borogo muttered to himself.

"New beginning."

Bologo put the necklace aside, picked up a pen and paper, and started to write in a rustle. Whenever Burlogo encountered something he couldn't understand, he liked to write down these questions, just like doing math problems. Write the derived formula all over the straw paper.

"I think... I like Amy."

First of all, Bologo wrote such a sentence on the top of the straw paper.

These are warm and straightforward words, but there is no expression on Burlogo's face. He is like a nerd, as if he really treats his psychological problems as math problems to find the derivative.

"So like, love, what is it?"

Burrog asked questions and then wrote his own answers to them, his brow furrowed like a hard-working scholar.

"From a physiological point of view, love is the sum of a series of physiological responses, including changes in hormones, neurotransmitters and other physiological aspects. These physiological changes can affect psychological and behavioral performance, thereby making people more prone to strong feelings connect.

In other words, the essence of love is the secretion of hormones and the transmission of neurotransmitters.

The rise of acetonamine and dopamine promotes a stronger and more significant characterization of the other half in love, showing material formalization and special pairing behavior expressions. "

Burrogo paused at the tip of his pen, and continued writing.

"Like a reward for a guinea pig, whenever we meet, it's a disguised reward that leads us to yearn for that encounter.

Right, that is it.

Associated changes in the reward system, prompting subjects to exhibit more positive behavior, such as when people are fascinated by quick, intense love, they see their partner as their reward, as quickly as winning a big win Cheer up. "

Bologo stopped writing. He felt that he had entered a misunderstanding. These words were too rational and cold. Although it was Bologo's style, it was undoubtedly too "barbaric" under such a description.

"And why do I instinctively want to resist Amy?"

Burrog has a very clear understanding of himself. After thinking for a while, Burrog wrote another sentence.

"Is it because I don't like Amy? This is obviously wrong. From a physiological point of view, she is indeed a kind of 'reward', which makes my hormones secrete, my brain feels happy, and my mood is happy, but why would I refuse? How long has it been like this?"

If Palmer was awake now and saw Burlogo talking to himself and writing these words, he would definitely call Burlogo crazy.

Then he will seal these things up as a souvenir. These days, such a clever psychopath like Bologo is rare.

Burrog moved his gaze to the circle and the cross, and he found the problem, "Is it because of Adele?"

He continued to write along his own train of thought.

"In fact, I have been in confusion and trouble. I love the dead Adele deeply. Because of regret, my feelings for her have not been satisfied, so it is hard to let go. At the same time, when faced with Amy's kindness, I will naturally I thought I had betrayed Adele's feelings, so I resisted Amy."

This kind of self reminded Burlogo of a dilemma he had seen in the book, an existential dilemma.

The existential dilemma stems from the diversity and uncertainty of life experience, which is the dilemma that human beings encounter as a free existence.

Everyone's experience is different, everyone has their own unique perspectives and values, and everyone goes through stages of growth, love, life and death, etc. These experiences shape the outlook on life and values ​​of human beings, and also have an impact on the soul of human beings. Came a far-reaching impact.

Adele has shaped Burlogo's beliefs and values, which are already an important part of his personality, but just like what Adele said in the hallucination, she is just a passerby, she has her own life, her own Value, she can't occupy all of Burlogo, and Burlogo can't allow himself to be completely influenced by Adele.

It's time for Burrog to move out.

"I can't continue to be trapped under the influence of Adele... I believe, she is not willing to, I continue to be influenced by her, she has lived a wonderful life, my greatest reward to her is to give her Pass on the value and live a good life in my own way."

The confused mind gradually became firm, and Burlogo gradually found a way to escape from the predicament.

From the beginning to the end, it was only himself who trapped Burogo.

Burrog went on to write a passage which he had copied from some book.

"The important thing is not how to avoid setbacks and painful regrets, but how to face them positively, stick to your own choices, and live firmly."

Burrog will live.

"What to do next?"

Burlog wrote this sentence again, and circled it repeatedly to focus on it.

He leaned back on the chair, and after he understood his predicament, Burlog could not help but feel an inexplicable sense of relief. Adele released Burrog, and Burrog also released Adele, yes It's time to start living your own life in a real sense.

Until this moment, Burlogo felt that he was really out of prison.

Under the indifferent mind for a while, many indescribable emotions emerged, and Bologo guessed that this emotion should be the so-called love.

Another figure filled Burlog's mind little by little. He remembered how he deliberately rejected Amy when he was in trouble. So what kind of mood should she be at that time?

Did my insecurities make Amy feel anxious and confused, or did I inadvertently make Amy think something wrong, causing her to fall into some kind of trouble?

Thinking of this, Burlogo suddenly became nervous, as if he had come to his senses. After he got out of the predicament, he realized many problems in the relationship.

The body's reaction gradually became clearer, and Bologo felt a tightness in his chest and his heartbeat accelerated.

Burrog heard this kind of reaction from Amy, and she often teased herself by testing Burlog's physiological state.

She'd say it's the sympathetic nervous system at work, which prompts the heart to beat faster, leading to an increase in heart rate, as well as increased circulation and oxygen delivery.

Similarly, the stimulation of the sympathetic nerve can also cause the constriction of blood vessels and the increase of blood pressure.

Burrogo knows this, and the response is similar to how the body responds to imminent threats—but it can also be triggered by emotional stimulation.

very strange,

When a person's emotions are touched, the biological instinct is actually to feel threatened.

Think about it too, this is more than a threat, it is simply another sense of death, she is waving a scythe, trying to take away your mind, from then on, you belong to her completely.

You are willing to be tamed by her.

Bologo stood up abruptly, he could feel that various hormones were being secreted crazily, and a lot of questions and anxiety immediately appeared in his mind.He has never experienced such a thing, let alone how to deal with and deal with such emotions.

Even feel a little timid and shy.

Burlog remembered many things, both good and bad. Burlog once felt that Amy was similar to himself, so he reached out to her. He was also hurt by Amy, but he listened to her confession. They have helped each other and saved each other...

Like the cycle of chaos and order, the human mind can plot the most evil plots in the world, and can also show gentle and stupid truth.

"damn it."

Burrog cursed under his breath, balled up the papyrus, and threw it in the trash.

Sitting down on the bed, Burlogo held his head in his hands. After a period of silence, he stood up suddenly, walked out of the bedroom, changed his clothes, carefully sorted out his appearance in front of the mirror, and then opened the door in the middle of the night out.

Burrog hates thinking, he prefers action.

Walking on the street, the cold and clear air was poured into his lungs, and Bologo was a little awake. He felt that his steps were a little light, as if he couldn't feel it, and strode forward.

At this time, the city has become quiet. Under the illumination of the street lamps, the streets are empty. In the whole world, it seems that there is only Burogo alone.

Halfway through the walk, Bologo woke up from the upsurge of emotions. He cursed in a low voice, how long it would take him to walk out so stupidly.

Boluogo turned back, took out the key of the winding path, pushed the door and arrived at the Undead Club. The club was quiet, the ground was in a mess, and Threi fell on the ground, reeking of alcohol.

Among the piles of rubbish, Bologo stepped forward cautiously. Halfway there, he thought he should bring some gifts, but after looking around the Undead Club, there was nothing precious here.

Hell, Bologo thinks his brains are getting stank of booze.

After walking out of the Undead Club, the next road became much more familiar. Burrog walked forward quickly. He thought what should he say when he saw Aimu?

haven't seen you for a long time?The two just broke up a few hours ago, so it's not right to express their affection directly, right?

The more he thought about Bologo, the more irritable he became. He began to hate why human beings are so complicated, and he couldn't even understand a sentence, but he sighed again that the beauty of human beings, people like himself, would one day be warmed by the so-called warmth. pack.

Burrog's pace gradually slowed down. He was thinking about what he should say, and organized the language in his mind. It would be too difficult for a guy like him who is not good at words to do this kind of thing.

Experts are meant to overcome difficulties.

Burrog stopped suddenly. He felt that he needed a speech, and suddenly he took a few steps forward. He trusted his memory.

A few minutes later, Bologo arrived at the reclamation room. He could walk this road almost with his eyes closed. He came to the garden of pillars, took the elevator, and then went to the sublimation furnace core.

The sublimation furnace core is a place that does not distinguish between day and night. You can’t see many researchers staying up late and working overtime. Burlogo directly ignored them, turned left and right in the corridor, and arrived at the residential area. According to the house number in memory, Burlogo stood in front of a line of familiar house numbers.

Burrog took a deep breath and worked hard to muster up his courage. Just as he raised his hand to knock on the door, he stopped again, his arms shaking uncontrollably.

Damn it, after crawling out of the predicament, why does it feel like I've fallen into another predicament again.

Seeing that his body was not working at all, Bologo simply took control of the Snake Scale Liquid, and saw a silver hand rising slowly. Just as it was about to knock on the door, Bologo's expression almost twisted together.

At the same time, the hanging silver hand twisted into a ball of wool.

"Move!"

Burrogo growled internally, sulking with himself.

He became apprehensive, honored and flustered by what he was about to get next.

After struggling for an unknown amount of time, there were intermittent knocks on the door in the quiet corridor.

After finally knocking on the door, Burlogo breathed a sigh of relief, but what followed was a greater sense of tension. When Amyu opened the door, what should he say?

By the way, the speech.

Burrog tried to recall the words he had prepared on the road, but when he thought about it now, it was completely blank.

At this critical moment, the door opened.

Amyu's eyes were narrowed together, she was wearing a set of brown plush pajamas, her figure was swaying, as if she had slept too hard.

"Oh, Borrog?" Amy asked in a daze.

Burrog fell silent. He felt that thousands of words were stuck in his throat. After struggling hard, only one sentence escaped from the thousands of words.

"After careful analysis and sorting out, I am sure that I have a certain liking for Aimiao."

What Bologo said was like an experimental report. If he didn't crush the straw paper, he could even submit an experimental paper to Amy.

It's a pity that Bologo really doesn't have much talent in alchemy, otherwise, with his rigorous attitude, he will be a new star in the academic world.

After finishing speaking, Burlogo felt his whole body relax.

He understood Irwin's stubbornness, she was like Cinderella and Cinderella in the story...

muse.

"Oh."

Amyu nodded, then closed the door, staggered back to the bed, picked up the pillow, and nestled up in a comfortable position.

"Crazy, in the middle of the night, just because of this..."

Amyu's voice became lower and lower, and gradually disappeared, as if she had completely fallen asleep.

A few seconds later, she opened her eyes suddenly, and the blue halo was much brighter, like a searchlight, clearing most of the darkness.

Amyu murmured, "Something's wrong..."

Burrog heard a groggy scream from behind the door.