Endless Debt.

Chapter 752

Chapter 752

Bologo sat on the bench and watched Lebius walk into the crowd on the street and return to the oppressive and closed tall building.

Lebius is in the midst of intense conflict.

In the conversation with Lebius, Bologo had already noticed this. Lebius could not tolerate the negotiation between the decision-making room and the king's secret sword, but he could not violate his vocation, so Lebius fell into a In the contradiction between personal relationship and responsibility.

Rebius became confused in a rare way, and he couldn't figure out what he wanted to do. That's why he said this to Bologo. Wrong, only people outside the vortex can see clearly the plight he is in.

Borrog hesitated to inform Lebius of the nature of the multitude.

Bologo was also full of doubts about the decision-making room before, but after witnessing the truth of everyone, Bologo was deeply shocked by the greatness of the "Glorious Sacrifice" agreement, and his doubts about the decision-making room turned into trust.

Also because of this prerequisite, Bologo has always felt that the negotiation between the decision-making room and the king's secret sword is not that simple. Everyone must be planning something more terrible, but the real purpose is covered by clouds. Man knows its nature.

King's Secret Sword will definitely not be the only winner.

In order to win the chaos of the time axis, Lebius got in touch with Belphegor. In order to prevent the interference of the devils, he was naturally excluded from the "Glorious Sacrifice" agreement.

Bologo felt a headache. Lebius might make an out-of-control move during the negotiation, so what should he do at that time?

The "Glorious Sacrifice" agreement is just one of countless covers, and there are very few people in the Bureau of Order who know the nature of everyone. Bologo realized that there must be other staff besides Lebius, who are also concerned about the king's secret sword. Negotiations, deeply dissatisfied, will they act out of control like Lebius?

After realizing this, Bologo found that within the Bureau of Order, hidden contradictions gradually surfaced. The decision-making room was too mysterious, so mysterious that no one knew about it, and it was so omnipotent that the staff They are very convinced.

But when the decision-making room makes actions that confuse everyone, doubts will breed in the cracks and fall into an endless loop of suspicion.

Faced with such a situation, Bologo also felt powerless. He could only pray, and the emergence of internal conflicts was also under the calculation of the decision-making room.

Bologo never doubted the wisdom of the crowd, maybe this is also in the calculation of the crowd.

Taking a deep breath, Bologo stood up and moved his body, the sun gradually disappeared behind the buildings, the sky also darkened, and night was about to fall.

Burrog didn't return to the reclamation room, it was a bit too depressing for Burrog now, at least for today, he didn't want to go back to that place again.

Walking straight along the street, Bologo arrived at the Undead Club not long after. When he opened the door, the lingering smell of wine remained the same as before. There was no one in the bar, not even Serley.

After the infiltration operation of the Fog Abyss Fortress, Hart and the others were also on vacation, but no one came here to relax. Everyone was depressed because of Church's injury, and they didn't have the heart to think about these things.

After Bologo arrived at the bar, he poured himself a glass of orange juice and chose a quiet and melodious song. Accompanied by the music, he sat in a familiar corner and relaxed.

When he came to the Undead Club for the first time, Bologo only thought it was a paradise for madmen, a cemetery for drunks. He never thought he would like this place, but now, it is like Bologo’s first time. The two homes are the same.

Here, Bologo can immerse himself in the atmosphere of alcohol and soothe his tense nerves. Bologo thought for a long time why the Undead Club gave him such a special feeling. Later, he gradually realized that the undead A club is a place where there is no "change".

A hundred years, a thousand years?No one knows how long the Undead Club has existed, but judging from Thurley's words, since he entered the Undead Club, there has not been much change here, and so have the members here.

"I like it here, Bologl," Thurley had said to Bologl one of his hangovers, reeking of alcohol.

"This is the place closest to eternity in the mortal world."

Serley's words seemed to wake up Bologo, and he suddenly understood the charm of this place.

The world is changing, the sea is changing, tall buildings stand and collapse, the world is constantly changing, but the Undead Club is independent of it, it seems to be completely separated from the influence of the world, eternal and unchanged.

No matter when Burlog came here, it always looked familiar in memory, and so did the people here.

The undead built this eternal paradise together.

Anyone would be worried about the emergence of changes, and it is not clear whether it will make life better or worse, but there is no such trouble here. The Undead Club may become lifeless because of this, but it will also become a safe haven. Forever as fresh as memory.

Boluogo didn't have to worry about losing everything in the Undead Club, and the stability without any changes brought him a rare sense of security.

The sound of footsteps came from the stairwell, and a lazy figure in pajamas appeared. Serai rubbed his eyes. One second he was still sleepy, but the next second he became energetic, facing Bo Luo Ge said hello.

"It's so early."

Selei walked unsteadily to the back of the bar, which was Selei's exclusive position. Bottles and cans collided with each other. After the crisp sound, Selei made a glass of wine for himself and drank it all in one gulp.

If Thray is an engine, alcohol is his fuel.

After drinking, the whole person seemed to be completely alive. With full vitality, he raised his foot and stepped on the bar, then jumped out and stepped on the table in front of Bologo precisely, and then like Like a fish, he slid into the seat and put his hand on Burlogo's shoulder.

Threi showed the appearance of a caring big brother, with a strange magnetic voice.

"Have you encountered any troubles?"

Burrogo gave Thurley a disgusted look, but said nothing.

"Okay, okay," Seley sat up straight and became normal again, "I heard from Palmer that you became the team leader, although only temporarily."

Bologo was slightly surprised, "Has he been here?"

"He was the only one who came here last night." Thurley paused. "He seemed to have something on his mind, which was serious. I asked him what happened, but he didn't say anything. He just said something useless. If so, then you are drinking."

"So what happened?" Thrai asked.

Bologo hesitated for a moment, and then told Seri everything that happened in the operation.

Serley nodded while listening, his expression was very flat from the beginning to the end, as if these stories could not touch his heart.

Thinking about it, Seri is a super undead, who knows how long he has lived, in his long life, such things as life and death, it is not too normal, even his wife, Seri sent away, I don’t know How many appointments, let alone friends.

Look at the cups stacked in the cupboard. Many people have drank with Thrai, but they have all turned to dust.

In contrast, Burlogo seemed much naive.Bolog felt that there was nothing wrong with such naivety, which proved that Bolog was still full of vitality in his heart, instead of being like Thurley, whose appearance was bright and beautiful, but his heart was already numb.

"Is the new key ready?" asked Burlogo.

Accustomed to the convenience of the key of the winding path, Burlogo felt uncomfortable without the key of the winding path.

"Oh, it's done."

Threi took out his pajamas, and pulled out a key like magic. The metal was brand new, and there were fine grains left by cutting on the surface.

"Is there a locksmith in the Undead Club?" Burrog asked curiously.

"To be precise, we have many, many members, each of whom is good at something different," Thurley said.

"Speaking of which, apart from the few of you, I have never seen other undead."

"Our lifespan is too long. For this reason, many undead are tired of the world, choose to sleep, and go to the future, so you usually don't see them, they are all asleep upstairs."

"To the future?" Burrog noted.

"What does it mean?"

Bologo became curious, and he found that he didn't seem to know enough about the Undead Club.

"This is an idea proposed by the undead about 100 years ago. At the beginning of the industrial revolution, machines gradually replaced manpower, productivity was greatly liberated, new technologies emerged one after another, and countless new things appeared every day... Do you know how exciting this is for those of us undead who have lived for hundreds or thousands of years?"

Sulei said excitedly, "Our numb hearts have been saved. In the old days, we had so few pastimes, but now countless movies, literature, and games are born every day. This era is amazing."

"It sounds like you are a group of parasites who live on the spiritual food born of modern civilization." Burlogo commented accurately.

"The undead are like this. We are too familiar with this world, and we need some new things to make ourselves happy." Serley continued, "After the carnival, some undead feel that the current things are not good enough. It’s a group of greedy guys, they fantasize about how brilliant human civilization will be hundreds of years from now if it continues on this trajectory.”

Threi looked towards the stairs. In the infinitely extended corridor, there were countless old friends sleeping.

"The undead can't wait any longer. They choose to sleep for hundreds of years, and wake up when human civilization is more brilliant. From this short-lived dream, they arrive at the future a hundred years later."

Bologo was a little shocked, but he didn't expect that this was the arrival in the future that Thurley said.

"The Undead Club is indeed a good shelter, sleeping for hundreds of years is not a problem." Burogo said.

"It's not as dead as everyone wants to sleep. For example, I want to witness the development of the world with my own eyes," Serley said. "In addition to witnessing with my own eyes, I also assume the function of night watchman. If something necessary happens , I will forcibly wake them up."

Burlogo said, "That's why you're a bartender?"

It is said to be a bartender, but to a certain extent, Serley is the controller of the current undead club. Bologo once wondered how this guy, Serley, held this position. Now it seems that a large number of undead are sleeping. so that he picked up such a position.

"Don't say that, I was once a Night Clan lord anyway, so I still have some management skills." Threi complained.

Bologo narrowed his eyes. The last Eternal Night Empire managed by Threi was destroyed under the scorching sun under his control. He said that these are really unreliable.

"Well... when you became a bartender, did someone work for you?" Burlogo inquired.

"You want to ask, are there any founders of the Undead Club who are higher than us?" Selei heard what Bologo meant.

"I remember this matter, we discussed it before." Seri felt that the same conversation had happened a long time ago.

"I know, it's just going through some things and thinking about it again," Burlogo said.

The last time the two talked about this, it was because of Saizong's departure.

Bologo is already very familiar with everyone in the Undead Club. Even the indestructible sculpture and the "old immortal" like a mummy, Bologo is also familiar with a lot.

As for whether they are familiar with Bologo, Bologo doesn't know, at least he greets each other well every time.

But Saizong is different, Bologo has not been in contact with Saizong for a long time, and Saizong's obviously nervous posture of pretending to be a dog made Bologo feel uncomfortable, until Saizong left, Bologo did not talk to him How much communication has he had.

After he left, Bologo and Seri speculated that Sai Zong's qualifications were older than Seri's, maybe he knew something, and more conjectures were due to the long lifespan of the undead, and the time span changed so far away.

Burrog felt that he could figure out the secrets of the Undead Club, but judging from the time concept of these undead, he would have to spend at least several decades.

"As I said, no one offered me a job, and when I realized it, I was already a bartender."

Serley looked around the Undead Club, "Just like the reclamation room of the Bureau of Order, you should have had a similar illusion, the reclining room seems to be alive and has vitality.

Sometimes, I feel like the Undead Club is the same, it's a twisted and deformed life form that gives us undead shelter and we have to pay the corresponding price, and when it requires me to be a bartender, I will be like Unknowingly, she became a bartender, serving to maintain the club of the undead. "

"That sounds scary."

"Fortunately, it's just the rent." Threi looked indifferent.

"When you get tired of this world, you can also live in it," Threi then said in a subtle tone, "reach the future."

Seeing this, Bologo smiled. He felt that Serley's expression was very stupid, "I won't waste my time sleeping."

"It can only be said that you still have freshness in this world, and it will be fine when the freshness is gone."

Burrog lifted his feet up on the table, and chatting with Serai was also quite interesting, just like talking to a worse Palmer.

"Therei, have you ever thought about who is the owner of the Undead Club?"

"I thought about it, but I can't think of it," said Threi. "The Undead Club seems to be able to influence us and make us perform our duties. Therefore, the real master never needs to show his face."

Thurley's tone gradually became serious, "Have you ever raised hamsters?"

"no, what happened?"

"Sometimes, I think, maybe we are the hamsters he raises, and this Undead Club is the hamster cage. He hides in the dark, watching our daily life, and the things we experience are like... It's like a live-streamed sitcom."

"It sounds like a voyeur, but it's something undead can do."

In order to kill boredom, the undead seemed to be able to do anything stupid, and at the same time, Selei's description also reminded Burrog of Belphegor.

Threi looked at the stairwell again, "I don't know if there is an owner of the Undead Club. If there is, he must be in a certain room in this infinite corridor."

"Have you tried to find him?"

"No, the stairwell extends almost infinitely. You can only find the room that belongs to you if you get the corresponding house key. Otherwise, it's just endless blind progress. This is very similar to the nature of the winding door."

Threi paused for a moment, and said with an embarrassed expression, "Well, I tried to see if there is an end to this stairwell, and the result is that I have walked for several months and still can't find the end, but as long as I want to turn around After leaving, I returned to the starting position almost instantly."

"Sounds weird."

"Fortunately, as long as you don't care about these things, this place is no different from an ordinary hotel."

Serley continued, "The undead are good for this. Many things don't matter. Anyway, I'll sleep in a haunted house."

Bologo coughed twice and cleared his throat. As he probed into the secrets of the past, Bologo gradually realized many things. These things didn't even need to be told to him, and they could be deduced little by little based on appearances. come out.

"I'll put it another way, Thurley."

Burlog asked with a serious face.

"Who do you think is capable of creating an undead club?"

Serley guessed what Bologo was thinking, and after a wry smile, he asked, "Do I have to make it so clear?"

"Definitely, an affirmative answer," said Burlogo. "I'm sure you must have thought about this decades ago."

"Hmm... The Undead Club, this is a magical place, a safe haven that can accommodate all desperadoes."

Sirey sighed.

"I can't think of anyone but the devil who could have created such a place."

Hearing the answer he wanted, Bologo's mind fluctuated slightly, and then he asked a more in-depth question.

"Which devil do you think created the Undead Club?"

Burrog is a guy who likes to think. More importantly, Burrog can often iterate and progress based on existing information while thinking.

Just like Serley said, it is a safe haven for all desperadoes...

Burrog said softly.

"Which devil's land will this be?"

The crazy mystery finally appeared in front of Burlogo.

(End of this chapter)