Endless Debt.

Chapter 690 The Color of Underwear

Chapter 690 The Color of Underwear

When Boluoge woke up, as he expected, he was lying in the familiar frontier sanitarium. He had changed his hospital clothes, buried the needle in the blood vessel, and slowly injected the alchemy potion in the hanging bottle into his body.

After a while, it will be the third year that Burlogo has been working, and he is beginning to get familiar with this process. Whenever he is exhausted in battle, comatose, and after the resurrection time is prolonged, he will often wake up in the frontier sanitarium. It's like reaching into nothingness every time you die.

From being confused at the beginning to being familiar with the process now, Burlogo felt an indescribable feeling for a while.

Pulling out the needle, Bologo moved his body. Due to the nature of immortality, as long as he wakes up, there will be no problem. Most of these alchemy potions are only for auxiliary purposes.

He recalled that at the end of the battle, Nethaniel suddenly appeared in the closed building and dealt with the Wordless. He still remembered that the void that shrouded it had not been lifted. Could it be that Nethaniel was in the closed building from the very beginning? Inside?

Bologo smelled a conspiracy, so he didn't say anything, but prepared to question Nethaniel face to face. As for the content of the conversation... Bologo could already guess what Nethaniel would say.

"Decision-making room, everything is an order from the decision-making room."

Burrogo was talking to himself, a ignorant rage welling up in his heart.

I have come into contact with many organizations, some are maintained by weird beliefs, some unite for a certain crazy ideal, and some surrender to a certain kingship together.

Burrog likes the Bureau of Order largely because of its rationality. There is no faith, no kingship, only cold regulations, and decision-making under absolute rationality.

But looking back on these now, Bologo suddenly found that the staff's trust in the so-called decision-making room had reached a point of madness.

Like ignorant primitive tribes, fools believe in prophets.

Everyone has given up thinking, as long as the decision-making room orders them to do something, they will stubbornly and blindly execute it. What's more frightening is that so far, no mistakes have been made in the decision-making room.

Yes, no errors.

If it had gone wrong, Burlog would have been more at ease, and now Burlog could not help but wonder what a decision-making room was.

"Speaking of... I am also a product of the decision-making room..."

Bologo suddenly thought of this question. He was taken into custody at the beginning, and even his release three years ago was also led by the decision-making room.

A thought rose from Burrogo's mind.

Burlogo wants to go to the decision-making room to take a look in person, and he wants to witness the existence of the Director of the Order Bureau.

This is not only the vigilance in his heart, but also his uncontrollable curiosity. His emotions are mixed together and turned into bursts of impulse.

Passing through the wards, there were surprisingly many patients in the frontier sanitarium today. Bologo guessed that they should all be evacuated from the industrial area. During the battle with the Wordless, many field staff were injured.

Stopping a nurse, Bologo found a locker with clothes. Because of too many hospitalizations, these nurses also became familiar with Burlogo. There was a new uniform for Burlogo in it. All the equipment are also neatly placed inside.

In order to kill the Wordless, the scorching scale deflagration released by Bologo with all his strength had an effect beyond imagination in the confined space. Bologo guessed that even the negative person would die under this terrible blow .

Correspondingly, in the roaring flames, Bologo's equipment also suffered a certain amount of damage.

Among them, the Snake Scale Liquid is the least to worry about. It itself is a consumable that can proliferate indefinitely, and the situation of resentment bite is not bad, which may be related to it being a contracted item.

The Bite is attached to the power of the devil, which is a gift from Irwin, and is also covered with Asmodeus' blessing. In the overlapping narrative, Asmodeus dragged this blade from fictional stories to absolute reality. in reality.

Fingers brushed against the pitch-black blade, and there was no damage, not even a scratch, but the scabbard used to protect it was burnt to ashes in the high temperature and high pressure combustion.

Bologo paused for a moment. Before he had time to thank Amy, he destroyed the scabbard she made. His mood was a little complicated for a while, and he didn't know if she would be angry.

In the corner, Bologo picked up the phantom dagger, which is a captured alchemy weapon. Because of its ability to travel through winding paths, it can produce unexpected effects in many battles. Bologo is very grateful for this. like.

This dagger has gone through many battles with Bologo, and now it has suffered such an impact. The metal edge has been damaged, the alchemy matrix has become a little dim, and some lines have even broken.

The Phantom Dagger was damaged, and Borrog didn't know if the Sublimation Furnace could fix it.

The last piece of equipment in the locker is Bologo's mask and the face of horror. This is also a contract item. Compared with the snake scale liquid, it is the equipment that has accompanied Bologo for the longest time.

Now it has also become damaged, the oily leather surface has become dry, and many interlaced iron wires have also broken. The alchemy armament may be repaired, but Bologo has not heard of anyone who can repair the contract.

After getting back his own things, Burlogo simply signed at the nurse, took out the key of the crooked path, and prepared to leave.

It will take some time to take the subway back to the Bureau of Order, but through the Undead Club, Burlogo can return to the Bureau of Order in a few minutes.

Lifting up the key that contained a strange power in his hand, Bologo realized that this key had also been affected to a certain extent, and there were many scratches on the surface, but Bologo didn't take it to heart. As usual, he took it Insert it into the lock hole and turn the doorknob.

……

"Have you heard? The Bureau of Order has made big moves recently."

Thorey lay drunkenly on the bar, Val sat on his head, her fluffy tail scraped against his nose repeatedly.

"Ah...Ah!"

Cerley sneezed violently, and sat up straight. Weier jumped up from his head lightly, and landed firmly on the bar, with black cat fur fluttering around.

Wei'er licked the cat's paw, "It is said that it is related to the king's secret sword."

"It has nothing to do with us anyway."

The sneezing Thurley was dizzy. He felt a little cold and got up to go back to his bedroom to sleep.

Wei Er said, "Sooner or later, it will have something to do with us."

Serley sensed the deep meaning in its words, raised his temper, and asked, "What do you mean?"

"A looming strife."

"You know, we're not involved in that, we're all retired roles."

"I admit this, but what about you? Can you hold back?"

Wei Er stepped forward, her soft cat paws stepped on the back of Thrai's hand, and she continued to move forward along Thresher's arm until the cat's eyes were almost attached to Thresher's scarlet eyes.

"Olivia."

Weier uttered a name that made Selei uncomfortable.

"It's not good that you're hiding here with her on your mind, Thurley."

Se Lei's expression turned cold, "I don't want to talk about this."

"OK then."

Wei'er jumped back onto the bar, tilting her head, her cat's eyes reflected Threy's hangover and decadence.

"Admit it, Thurley."

Wei'er suddenly said something that Seri couldn't understand, "You really have a good face."

Even after so many years of presumptuous hangovers, Thurley's face is still handsome. Others show a sense of depression, which only makes people feel downcast, but Thurley's appearance makes people feel a little pitiful, like a downcast nobleman My son, as long as you are willing to help him, he will promise ten thousand wealth.

"When I was a human, I didn't seem to have tried your type," Wei'er said more and more dangerously, "Wow, Lord of the Night Race."

Threi sobered up a lot in an instant, his whole body leaned back, and hit the wine rack directly, the wine bottles shook and made a crisp sound.

"Damn it, I almost forgot what kind of person you were before."

Serley said with lingering fear, it is not an exaggeration to say that the Weier who used to be a disaster to the country and the people.

It is a pity that Selei has only heard about Wei Er's story, but has never seen her real face. Now she is just a black cat.

"So have you forgotten what kind of person you were before?"

Wei'er's words were like swords, and Threi's mind, which had just drifted away, fell silent again.

The silence didn't last long, they both heard the noise from the wine cellar, and they looked at each other, it was daytime, and there were no outsiders in the Undead Club.

"Is it a mouse?"

Weier jumped off the bar as she spoke, and a few seconds later there were piercing screams from the wine cellar.

……

According to the past, the Undead Club looked lifeless during the day, and basically everyone was sleeping, and it was only when night fell that it became much more lively.

But now that the sun had not set, the Undead Club was full of hustle and bustle.

"Oh my god, it's disgusting, can we let Weier come here?"

"Shut up, hurry up and chop it off."

In the dim wine cellar, Threi held the grudge, his face was full of resistance, and the half body stuck into the wall, the figure whose flesh and blood were almost mixed with bricks, kept urging loudly.

"hurry up!"

"Good good!"

Cerei yelled, and cut off half of Bologo's body from the wall with a sword, blood overflowed, and the flesh stuck in the wall was quickly swallowed by the void of the Undead Club, and the wall became flat again , while Bologo fell to the ground, and the flesh and blood below the thigh completely disappeared.

"I feel like I'm going to puke," Thurley said.

Wei'er stood on the barrel beside her and said bluntly, "I thought you would lie on the ground and lick his blood."

"Compared to these, can you help me first?"

Burrog struggled in the pool of blood, and there was a distorted pain all over his body. He should have realized that if the key of the winding path was damaged, there would probably be problems with the winding path.

Fortunately, the part of him that overlaps with the wall is not much. If the whole person overlaps with it, then the virtual domain that envelopes the club of the undead will probably directly crush him.

Going back just after being discharged from the hospital, Bologo doesn't want to do this, not to mention, do these undead really have the ability to recover themselves from the imaginary domain?

Seri and others are just tenants of the Undead Club, and no one knows the real owner, but in the conversation a long time ago, Bologo and Seri both guessed that Sai Zong, this mysterious, obsessed dressed as a dog The undead in the world hides secrets far beyond the imagination of a few people, and he may know something.

Now that Sai Zong has left the Undead Club, no one knows what he is doing, and Seri has no intention of looking for it. For the undead, it is quite normal for the undead to disappear suddenly for decades.

After a bloody treatment, Bologo controlled the snake scale liquid, and his slender silver tentacles spread out, making him like a huge spider.

It stands to reason that with Bologo's immortal power, he should start to heal himself, but at Bologo's wound, there is a group of hard-to-dispel ether, which clings to it like poison, and then Stopped Burrog from healing himself.

Bologo guessed that this was the power of the Void Realm. He couldn't underestimate the Undead Club. His own ether was slowly fighting against this ether, and his body was slowly healing.

While waiting to heal, Borrog was forced to sit at the bar and have a boring conversation with Serai.

"Where were we talking?"

Se Lei said to himself, the current situation is really embarrassing, even Se Lei, a master of active atmosphere, doesn't know what to do.

Wei Er always likes this, and from time to time, it brings back the worst memories of Cerley. Cerley is very resistant to this. He thought it was another tit-for-tat conversation, but Burlogo's mistaken entry interrupted all this.

Thurley hoped that Val would stop talking about these things.

Wei Er didn't care about Serley, but carefully looked at Bologo. Now Bologo is a little irritable. This feeling is like being hit by a car just after leaving the hospital. Also became a little angry.

"How are you and Amy going?"

Wei'er's sudden words stunned Thrai and Bologl.

Bologo was a little dazed, "What...what?"

"Haha, it's very interesting, Bologo," Wei Er sat down obediently, with her tail wrapped around her body, "You are also a very rare type."

Borrog's body couldn't help shaking, he and Serley felt the same strange sense of scrutiny.

Val was an avid collector, and Borrog and Thrai were some sort of rarity.

Burrog couldn't understand the current situation, he just wanted to heal his legs as soon as possible, and then leave here.For the first time, he was fidgeting in the Undead Club.

He guessed, before he came, Weier must have been talking to Serai about something. Serai was at a disadvantage, and he could understand it by looking at his face. Now Weier pointed the finger at him again. bad luck.

"Bologo, do you need some...advice or something?"

Wei'er introduced herself, "Want to chat with us? The two of us can be regarded as veterans in the field of love, the kind with hundreds of years of experience, and both men and women kill each other."

Boluogo never doubted that these two people have a hundred years of work experience. Because of the limitation of form, Weier can only stay in the club of the undead honestly. But look at Threi, the female companion next to him is Zhou For the unit update, Bologo has never seen a woman who can hold Selei's heart.

The emotional history of these two people can be published in a book, maybe it can fill the important gap in the relationship between the sexes, and pass it down as an academic book.

Burlogo didn't need their advice, in every sense of the word.

Weier purred, and that night when Bologo and Amyur tried to play the game, this sneaky black cat had already watched all this secretly.

"No... no need," Bologo shook his head, he knew exactly who these two guys were, "Your suggestion should not suit me."

"Well, indeed, after all, this guy and I are both scumbags in a sense."

Wei'er's tail brushed Thresher's nose, and Thresher scratched his nose, "Don't take me with you, I'm very loyal to marriage."

"Then you have enough women who have sworn allegiance. If you pull them out of the grave, you can probably form a reinforced company, right?"

"Not that many?"

"Then count all the women you have relations with."

Threi's expression froze, and he remained silent. It's not good to have a friend who is also an undead, because it will remember all your stupid things for hundreds of years.

Wei Er said unceremoniously, "Do you want to continue to refute?"

Threi fell silent, he knew he was wrong, and he couldn't say anything to Weier.

Bologo was indifferent to the conversation between the two. He understood a long time ago that these people living in the Undead Club are all first-class bastards and scum, and it is difficult for you to judge these people by good or evil, especially It's Thurley.

"What are you doing?"

Burrog's expression became vigilant, and the sudden concern of the two was really surprising, and what was even more surprising was that they actually paid attention to Burrog's emotional problems.

This feeling is too bad, and it is difficult for Burlogo to describe this emotion. If there is a clear description, it is like two people asking what color their underwear is today, and they have to show themselves, to themselves Make some comments on the outfits of underwear.

Not only that, maybe Thurley would show his underwear and seriously advise Borogo, so that he could change into his suit.

After such thoughts arose, Burlogo's expression became even weirder.

Bologo has indeed become very funny, and even the strange fantasies in his mind are singing in strange directions, but Bologo is still not good at expressing them.

Su Lei suddenly said, "Wait a minute, you are not the introverted type, are you?"

"what?"

"It's the kind that looks calm on the outside, but has a lot of drama on the inside."

"what?"

Serley and Wei'er exchanged glances, and Bologo wanted to leave here, no matter what.

What's going on with these two people today, shouldn't they be sleeping soundly?

Suddenly, a hot alchemy matrix appeared on Bologo's body surface, and the accumulated ether washed away the wound, removing the power of the Void Realm bit by bit. Within tens of seconds, Bologo's flesh and blood writhed violently. Reshaped, flesh and blood entangled with each other.

"goodbye!"

Burrog staggered and left here as if fleeing.

Seeing Bologo's flustered back, Wei'er let out bursts of laughter, "He's a completely different type from you! Thurley."

"You are just a mass of rotting carrion covered with all kinds of maggots."

Wei'er looked a little melancholy, "As for him..."

"Stone?"

"No, just blank."

Selei frowned, "What does Blank mean?"

"Literally, like a blank page, without the slightest trace, pure and pure."

Weier said reluctantly, "I've dated a lot of bad men, but I haven't met one like Burlogo."

"Is it boring?" Thurley said. "Bologo is a boring guy, and dating him will only turn into a one-sided academic seminar."

Wei Er glanced at Seri, "It's just self-knowledge, like would you drink with a child who doesn't understand anything?"

Se Lei nodded, he agreed with this point, even if Se Lei went out to attract bees and butterflies, it was based on your own wishes.

Many times, Thrai often felt a little sad in that blurred joy.

It sounds quaint, but Thurley was saddened by it.

Cerei came here to have fun, and so did the others.

Everyone came to have fun, singing and dancing in a hypocritical atmosphere, until someone got tired of each other and broke up.

Under the atmosphere of alcohol, that good mood becomes cheap and worthless.

Serley probably understood what Weier meant, that Bologo would shine extremely brightly in that happy atmosphere, and it would deeply hurt these hypocrites.

Thinking back on Bologo's morbid and murderous attitude, he also related to Wei'er's evaluation of him.

He laughed, "Are you kidding me?"

Selei picked up the fork and gestured, "Even if you don't have the secret power, if you give this bastard a fork, he can kill all the people in a bar. You say he..."

The laughter gradually subsided, and Threi showed a sad look.

"What a bloody contrast."

Cerley felt that Weier was right, but in the end he could only half-joke.

"That Bologo is old enough..."

　I prefer to narrate with a single sheet as the node, so I will try for a while, one update a day, but the number of words is still the amount of two updates, that is to say, it is still a double update, just two in one.

(End of this chapter)