Endless Debt.

Chapter 883 Cleaners

The moment his consciousness gradually collapsed, Bologo felt as if he had stepped into a dark void, and his thinking gradually became blurred, as if various memories and feelings were ruthlessly stripped away.

Bologo couldn't feel the existence of his own body, everything seemed to become a sad hollow, lost and lonely, the ties of the world tightened Bologo's consciousness, and after a strong trance, the darkness became bright , One after another, hideous and terrifying faces surrounded him.

Bologo had experienced similar waking up several times before, but at that time, he was surrounded by not only familiar relatives and friends, but also doctors dressed in white and emitting disinfectant.

It was the first time to be surrounded by monsters.

There was a puzzled look on the strange faces, and Bologo's eyes were also a little blank, and then a strong and unyielding voice sounded from the bottom of his heart.

"Remember all of this."

Bologo muttered in a strange way, and then, the memory in the nothingness just now, like the tide against the tide, fell on the beach of thoughts again.

"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, Burrog was ecstatic.

So, surrounded by a group of undead, the guy who had just returned from resurrection laughed wildly like a madman, dancing, but soon, Bologo's laughter stopped, revealing that pensive attitude , the complete opposite of the state just now, from one extreme to the other.

Bologo's pupils trembled slightly, and his whole body trembled a few times uncontrollably. When he recalled the secret he had just glimpsed, Bologo felt that he was tied to the rails, and a train was heading towards him. came running wildly.

"Stop! Stop! Burrog."

Burrog raised his fist and slammed himself in the face a few times, forcing himself out of the pain of overthinking.

No matter how terrible things are, they must be assigned a precise priority, and then solved one by one. Obviously, Burlogo's own problem is not a high priority. This conspiracy has been going on for decades. One or two more days will not affect anything.

"I……"

Just as Bologo was about to say something, he raised his hand and kicked his leg forward, but he stepped on the spot. Only then did Bologo notice that a cold spear was piercing through his chest. Belly, nail yourself firmly to the wall.

Looking at the undead around, everyone raised their hands in unison, pointing to the simple and honest Bode who stood aside, and Bode pointed weakly at Weier.

"It made me do it."

Weier retorted, "I didn't!"

"You have hinted so clearly, 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!"

Bologo had no time to listen to the bickering between the two. He grabbed the spear with both hands, exhausted all his strength, and pulled the spear out of his body bit by bit. The crackling sound brought out a lot of blood and minced flesh, which was cruel. On the one hand, even many undead have avoided it.

You haven't seen blood for many years, and seeing it again after so many years feels a little disgusting.

Pulling out the spear, Bologo stepped firmly on the ground with both feet. While taking a deep breath, the terrible injury on his abdomen was also recovering rapidly. Bologo didn't stop, pushing away the undead, and hurried towards the stairwell. walk.

"Bologo, what happened?"

Wei'er jumped on one undead person after another, stepped on their heads, and followed beside Bologo, "Could it be that you really saw the god of death?"

Bologo said without turning his head, "This explanation is very complicated, and it involves many existences that I can't disclose."

"Tell me, we might be able to help you."

Hearing this, Bologo stopped involuntarily. 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 help me."

Bologo resisted extremely, and then he added, "Don't forget, you, and those undead, you have already retired."

retirement.

Hearing this word, the expressions of the undead became brighter, and the embarrassing body language was staged on everyone, and for this reason, they all stayed where they were, except Wei Er who followed Uncle Behind Luo Ge, everyone acted as if they hadn't heard anything, but chatted 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, you can..."

Everyone chatted with each other, hypocritically like a farce.

The undead who register as members are all people who are determined to leave the world. They are completely cut off from many connections with reality, and enjoy the rest of their lives in this refuge, but once they choose to reconnect with the outside world, the refuge will also They can no longer be sheltered.

The undead will lose their peace and be drawn into the bloody storm again... No one wants to do this. For so many years, the undead have indulged in the peaceful sleep here, like beasts whose nails have been clipped and teeth pulled out. No one is willing to hold the blade anymore.

After sifting out a large number of undead, the number of people who bothered Bologo was reduced, but there were still a few who were particularly stubborn.

Threi crossed the crowd, followed closely behind Bologo with Bode and Weier, the Undead Club was so big, they didn't know where Burrog was going in such a hurry, but soon, Threi understood.

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

There is no end to the corridor, this is a truth that every undead knows. Cerei spent several months moving forward, but he still couldn't touch the door at the end.

What's behind the door?who lives there

For so many years, the undead have discussed this countless times, but there is still no definite answer.

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

Bologl's steps were so firm, as if he had already determined that this strange incident was related to this door and the owner behind the door. Selei felt a burst of coldness and panic inexplicably, as if he was witnessing a great revelation.

The next moment, Se Lei's breathing stopped.

At this time, the undead who were still following Bologo stopped involuntarily and held their breath.

At the end of the corridor that seemed unreachable to them, under the running of Bologo, Bologo actually got closer and closer to the end, until Bologo stopped and really stood there. in front of the gate.

Bode sighed under his breath, "My God..."

Burrogo put his hand on the doorknob and turned it vigorously.

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

The door was not heavy, but for Burlogo, every inch of pulling it brought great resistance, almost using all his strength.

The door was wide open, and Burrog stood motionless in the doorway.

Thresher swallowed, followed cautiously, and so did Weier and Bode. Afterwards, several people poked their heads out from behind Burrog, nervously looking at the world behind the door.

Nothing at all.

There is nothing beyond imagination, and it is not some mysterious hiding place.

Behind this door at the end of the corridor, there was only a narrow, dusty storage room.

Burrog walked in and simply inspected the circle, but he didn't find anything unusual.

"Bologo, what's the matter?"

Even Veil tensed up this time, bristling her hair as she paced silently around Borrog's legs.

"No... nothing."

Burrog shook his head, turned and left the ordinary storage room, adding another sentence that no one could understand.

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

After taking two steps, Bologo roared and swung his fist, and slammed hard at the wall on one side. He didn't use any ether, but only relied on his own strength, so a shallow concave mark appeared on the wall. , Bologo's fist was covered with blood.

"Bo..."

Serley wanted to continue asking, this morning was a bit too absurd, and everyone couldn't figure it out, but before he could say anything, he was stopped by Bode.

"As you can see, he's not in a good mood," Bird said.

"Bologo is not the kind of person who loses his mind easily," Weier said again, "Since he doesn't plan to tell us, it means we'd better not know about it."

Affected by curiosity, Serley still did not give up, but Wei Er's words made him completely silent.

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

Threi stopped his movements, and stood on the spot without saying a word, infinite entanglement appeared in his eyes, which finally turned into a sigh.

The sound of the door closing heavily came from a distance, and Burlogo left the club of the undead.

Threi walked over unsteadily, stepped on the bar and stood up, his eyes were a little empty and lifeless.

"Everyone, let's forget about the episode just now!"

Cerley cheered, relying on the experience of pole dancing in other places, Cerrey is very good at mobilizing the atmosphere.

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

The undead looked at each other, as if they had amnesia, they forgot all about what happened just now, they all toasted, echoing Thurley's words.

"carnival!"

"Eternal Carnival!"

The sound of cheers pierced through the gates and rampaged through the busy street. Burrog heard this faintly, but he had no time to pay attention to these things.

He walked fast, like a leopard, ignoring the warning of the red light, and amidst the sudden brakes and whistle, he strode into the order bureau.

Standing in the atrium where people were coming and going, Bologo suddenly became confused. The connection between the staff 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.

"Nesthaniel...Nesthaniel!"

Bologo thought of it, but as soon as the idea came to mind, Bologo vetoed it. Nethaniel was haunted, so where would he find this guy?

Although the summoning room was his office, it wasn't something he could enter by himself.

Normally, Burlog would sit down calmly and think carefully, but now his mind is full of these chaotic and crazy thoughts, and he can't bear it for a while.

A novel idea arose in Burrog's mind.

In the Bureau of Order, Burrog ran quickly, causing the staff along the way to exclaim. Some staff recognized Burrog, and they all speculated whether something serious had happened.

Burrog turned left and right, opened another door, and there was an endless chatter and noise.

"Oh?"

"Bologo?"

"Morning! Burrog!"

In the outpost, the Freyas surrounded him, and Burrog raised his hands tiredly. The Freyas lined up one by one, walked around Burrog, and gave him high fives.

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

"What's the matter?" Freya asked back.

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

"Decision-making room?"

Another Freya interrupted Bologo.

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

"Yes, the decision-making room, the command core of the Bureau of Order, is also the location of the intelligent consciousness cluster of Kenshi virtual domain." Burogo continued.

It's no secret to her that Freya is also a consciousness cluster in the ruins.

"Oh, let me think about it."

Freya stopped talking, folded her hands on her chest, closed her eyes, tilted her head slightly, with a pensive look, and then another Freya also stopped and made the same movement, and then another, One after another, one after another... In the blink of an eye, almost all the Freyas stopped and kept thinking.

Bologo didn't expect that his own problem actually occupied a large number of calculation units of Freya.

"Um……"

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

"No, it said I crossed the line."

"Out of bounds?"

Bologo sighed helplessly, thinking about it, Freya has not been fully connected to the reclamation room, and now it only exists as an external virtual domain.

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

Freya said again, "It's okay, it just doesn't have enough computing power to pay attention to the side of the reclamation room."

Burrogo looked at her with some confusion, "What... does this mean?"

"It also said to keep the rules in mind."

Freya didn't mean to explain, but just faithfully conveyed the other party's order.

Bologo froze in place, and after being silent for a while, he nodded gently, "Okay, I see."

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

The Freyas watched Borrog's departure and whispered to each other.

"They look so weird."

"Is it the same existence as us?"

"do not know."

It wasn't the burrogo they were talking about.

In Freya's field of vision, Bologo is not alone. He is followed by blurry phantoms wearing cleaning clothes one after another, and the logo of the Bureau of Order is engraved on the clothes.