The tram slowly drove through the dark buildings and headed towards the bright spot.

The city of Opus is very modern, with towering chimneys emitting black smoke everywhere, and trams for transporting workers, transporting countless people from one city to another, just like the blood vessels of this city, throwing blood into factories, making the city roar and run.

"I haven't felt like I've been locked up for long, this city has changed a lot."

Looking at the scenery along the way, Bologo thought freely and remembered stories related to the city.

Since the death of King Solomon sixty-six years ago, the former sacred city was destroyed by war with its master.

After the war, the Rhine League and the Kogadr Empire negotiated peace on this ruins. They rebuilt the city sandwiched between the great powers and turned it into a neutral city, which would become a bond, connecting two behemoths together.

The oath of no war was made, and the city of Oath City Opus was reborn in the ruins. It was also with the oath that the "scorched earth wrath" that swept the mainland ended.

"Please hold the handrail."

In the shaking car, an emotionally unscrupulous female voice rang out from the radio. Bologo grabbed the handrail, and then the entire carriage tilted and climbed at a huge angle.

Bologo turned his gaze out of the car window, and as the carriage climbed, he saw the scar that spanned the earth.

A huge bottomless crack.

There are many different opinions about the origin of the rift. Some say it was caused by the war sixty-six years ago, some refute that even now, no weapon can destroy such terrain, and some say that the rift has been here since ancient times, but some people read the information and said that in the time of King Solomon, it was still a plain...

No one can tell what happened. The big rift actually exists like this, answering all questions indifferently.

"Is that the big rift?"

The scream sounded, and a man lay on the window, looking in the direction of the big crack.

"Yes, I heard from my friend that there are still recruiting workers there... I am going to apply for a job, but the working environment seems to be quite harsh."

The passengers on the side were talking, they were covered in dust and dressed as a stranger.

"It's not just bad. It's said that when working there, you have to wear protective clothing and gas masks at all times." Another person joined the discussion and said with concern.

He was right, the Big Rift is a very bad place.

"It's so bright."

Bologo looked at the big rift and murmured to himself.

There was a light shining in the large rift, and even though it was so far away, the light was still clear.

The hideous and sharp silhouettes can be seen through the light, which are cable cars and platforms built along the large cracks. After the war, people discovered a large amount of metal ore from the large cracks, and since then, the large cracks have become part of the factory, mining and excavation.

Later, people conducted several surveys, but no bottom of the large crack was found, as if the large cracks were connected to the abyss and had no end.

After the survey failed, the factory began to use the large cracks as trash cans and discharge various industrial waste into it. Over time, a toxic gray fog filled the large cracks.

Many poor people live next to the big crack. Because of the existence of gray fog, the housing prices here are so cheap. If Adele had not taken in, Bologo would have planned to live there at the beginning.

"However, if you work in the Big Rift, your salary seems to be quite high."

Someone said, and his eyes looked at the big crack, and he also brought longing.

Bologo took his sight back. Everyone had various troubles. These strangers were thinking about how to make money, while he was thinking about what happened later.

Want to escape? Escape from this city?

Such an idea rose in Bologo's mind, and after a brief thought, he temporarily put the idea aside.

During this year's internship, Bologo was no different from the free people, and the "those people" just sent Jeffrey to contact him. Apart from that, Bologo's life was no different from that of ordinary people.

But the more this happens, the more subtle fears of Bologo, as if facing a deep sea, you can only see the tranquility on the sea surface, but you don’t know what is hidden under the sea surface.

As a debtor, I am not regulated, have no regular reports, and nothing.

Bologo didn't think the other party was careless. They had absolute confidence and were in control... After all, they were so mysterious.

He still knows too little about the unknown world.

Maybe Bologo stepped out of the door and was shot to death by a random shot. Although there was a "gift" existence, Bologo was not so easy to die, but it still hurts when the bullet hits his body.

Thinking of this, the tram stopped and Bologo arrived at the station.

Shenbei District, a newly built urban area, is famous for its cheap housing prices, many people in a foreign land, and commuting time in the city center for more than two hours.

Walking on the empty street, the cold wind swept by, rolling dust and broken newspapers, passing through the streets like ghosts.

When he arrived at the door of the bright iron railing, Bologo knocked on the rusty iron railing hard. Soon after, the footsteps sounded, and the small window behind the iron railing was opened, and a white-haired old man appeared in front of him.

"Yo, Bologo, have you just got off work?" the old man said to Bologo, "Is it still the same?"

Bologo nodded, took out six Ul coins from his arms, and handed them to the old man through the iron bar.

After a while, the old man handed over a bread and a can of beer from behind the iron bar. Bologo put it in his pocket and was about to leave when he noticed something.

"Is the security of the public has not been very good recently?" asked Bologo.

"Fortunately, I just prepare more. It's inevitable that I will encounter some trouble when I open so late."

The old man laughed and stuffed the gun handle exposed by the small window back.

Bologo raised his eyebrows and waved his hand, "If you have something to do, remember to say good night to me."

"Good night, Bologo."

The old man also responded with a smile, and then pulled up the small window.

Back to the apartment where I lived, I pushed open the door on the first floor, glanced at the sleepy head of the building, and walked up the dirty stairs. The endless noise penetrated my ears.

That was Bologo's neighbors, a somewhat deaf old man who liked to fill the TV with every day, and the other was a couple with disagreement. They had to argue every once in a while, and Bologo lived in the middle of the night.

To be honest, this feels quite strange. The neighbors run around for the daily necessities of food, food, oil and salt, and they wander around to hunt the demons, but in the end they all returned to a building and fell asleep peacefully.

Just like people from two worlds, they live in the same world wonderfully.

Ignoring the endless noise, Bologo stopped in front of a dilapidated door, twisted the handle, and returned to the familiar hut.

...

After finishing his day's work, Jeffrey dragged his tired body back home because he lent his coat to Bologo. The cold wind along the way made his cheeks slightly hot. He doubted whether he had a cold.

He was slumped on the sofa, just as he was about to enjoy this short tranquility, a rapid phone ring rang, and Jeffrey looked in the direction where the phone ringed, with a little gloom in his eyes.

When I answered the phone, a familiar voice rang.

"What do you think of this Belogo Lazarus?" the other party asked directly without any politeness.

In the dim room, Jeffrey lowered his head, held the phone in his hand, hesitated for a few seconds, and replied, "It's not bad, at least I think he's a good person."

"Good guy?"

The voice on the other end of the phone was stunned.

"Well, good man," Jeffrey unbuttoned his chest with one hand, which made him feel a little breathless. "A good man who is a little out of everyone's understanding, beyond common sense, and not very good man."

The image of Belogo Lazarus was vaguely depicted in his mind.

"Do you think he's a good person? Look at what he does."

Jeffrey was not surprised by the other party's reaction. Bologo was indeed a wonderful guy.

Just like a species of cherished nature, when you see him, you begin to doubt the authenticity of this world.

With a wry smile, I picked up the cut newspaper on the table, and in every clip, all kinds of horrifying news were reported.

"In January this year, a serial murderer code-named "werewolf" appeared near the big cleft. Mr. Bologo Lazarus found him and hanged him on the cable car in the big cleft. The cable car moved up early in the morning, with a shaking body hanging below, and hundreds of people witnessed it..."

A sound rang out from the telephone.

"The other party is a demon, you know that the demon is no longer a human being, there is no need to be so kind... I think Bologo thinks so too." Jeffrey tried to defend Bologo.

"In May, he slaughtered several carriages on the tram leading to the suburbs of the city. When the tram arrived at the station, the carriages opened, blood flowed into a river, and bodies piled up all over the ground... There are still some citizens who have witnessed this scene and are still receiving psychological treatment in the hospital."

"The tram is full of demons gathered. I admit that his methods may be a bit extreme, but he did prevent a gathering of demons. No matter what they were plotting against, it turned into a corpse all over the ground."

Jeffrey covered his head, and I have to say that Bologo's resume was really amazing.

"What about this? This... He did a good job, a demon code-named "Poison Fang". We tracked it for a long time, but he accidentally solved it."

The sound in the telephone became complicated. According to what Bologo said afterwards, he was wandering around that day and happened to notice the traces of the demon. He used it as overtime to get rid of the "poisonous fangs".

"What about this next? A revenge? He broke up several small gangs with his own strength, and lynched several bribery sheriffs, massacred all the way, and then the priest today."

"This just shows that he is righteous! The wrath of a man!"

Jeffrey started talking nonsense.

The other end of the receiver fell silent, and after a little while, the other party asked.

"Why are you protecting him like this?"

Jeffrey did not answer immediately, squinted his eyes and recalled his working with Bologo over the past year.

"How to say it? Yas, I just think...Berlogo is really good. Although this guy has all kinds of problems, he is indeed an expert in handling these things."

At the other end of the phone, Yas listened quietly without interrupting Jeffrey.

"Sometimes, I think Bologo may be a little self-deprecating."

"Give up on oneself?"

"Well, he was a little unlucky. I've talked with him many times, and he himself couldn't remember what the reason had signed a contract with the devil. In short, he became a debtor inexplicably. Then he was locked up before he could do anything bad."
To be continued...