Boluogo greeted Aimu with a trademark, official smile on his face.
Since the opening of the Great Rift, Boluogo has been stuck in a heavy workload that is difficult to escape. During this period of time, he has not seen Aimu.
If it had been before and they hadn't seen each other for a while, Bologe would be very happy and feel relaxed when they saw each other again, but this time Bologe's mood was slightly more uneasy.
Boluogo touched his pocket unconsciously, which contained a small jewelry box and a fire opal ring.
After buying two rings that day, Boluogo took a brief stroll around the Oath City Opos, and went to the Undead Club for a few drinks. Then he returned home alone and spent time alone.
Watched a movie.
The diamond ring, which was solemnly wrapped, was placed at home. When Bologo left home and came to the Bureau of Order to start his hard work, Bologg discovered that the Fire Opal ring was still in his pocket.
Boluogo was not in a hurry to put it back home. He couldn't lose it with him anyway. Until now, Aimu was standing in front of him.
Aimu looked Boluogo up and down, "Are you busy?"
"Fortunately," Boluogo said, looking at the trash can next to the bench, "I just finished reading Freya's report, so I'm quite free now, what's wrong?"
Bologg felt that his voice was a little stiff and he felt uneasy. This situation was not common in Bologg.
Aimu looked hesitant, "Well... I have something to ask you."
"What's the matter? You actually asked Aimu to come to me in person," said Boluogo. "Is it some kind of experiment? Or do you need my help to refine it?"
Even though he is already a Glorious One, Boluogo is still a frequent visitor to the sublimation furnace core. Bailey and Mamo often come up with some inexplicable experiments, asking Boluogo to come over to test one or two, or come up with some complex materials.
, asking Boluogo to use his infinitely narrow power of control to carry out a series of qualitative changes and dismantling.
Bologo usually refers to this step as finishing.
"Ah? No, no."
Aimu shook her head quickly. What she was going to plead for next seemed a little difficult for her to say.
Bologg looked at Aimu with confusion. Aimu was different from usual. In the past, when she met Bologg, she would appear in flesh and blood, but now, Aimu was dressed in steel.
Stretching out his hand, Boluogo motioned for Aimu to take it.
This is a unique communication method between Boluogo and Aimu. When words cannot describe the complexity of things and their own emotions, they will use the method of heart-to-heart communication to communicate more efficiently and without any concealment.
communication.
Because this method of communication was a little too efficient, for a long time, Bologna and Aimu barely spoke to each other, and only understood each other's thoughts through physical contact.
It wasn't until Bologo felt that his already lacking language skills were getting worse that he gave up.
Aimu refused. She shook her head sheepishly, "It's okay, it's okay. I just wanted to ask if you are free in the evening."
Aimu would not shake hands with Boluogo. Once the mental recollection was activated, with Aimu's self-control, it would be difficult for her to control her brain and not think about Boluogo and the pursuit of victory.
"Fortunately, I made preparations in advance."
Aimu sighed in his heart. For this uneasy invitation, Aimu specially switched into a body of steel to meet Boluogo.
Under the structure of the metal machine, Aimu's expression is no longer so agile, and his whole body reveals a certain sense of stiffness. This does not look good, but at least he can hide his little thoughts, otherwise with Boluogo's keen awareness, he
You must be able to discover your own weirdness from your micro-expressions.
"that's all?"
Boluogo was even more confused. He usually went to eat and watch movies with Aimu. This kind of thing was already considered normal, but Aimu seemed to have returned to the way he was when he first met her.
"Yes, that's it," Aimu smiled deliberately to relieve his pressure, "I see you've been very busy recently, right? I just wanted to ask you if you have time to go to your house and watch a movie."
Aimu added, "I read a movie magazine and said, aren't there a few new movies released? Movie marathon?"
Boluogo thought for a moment, then silently put his hand into his pocket, rubbing the jewelry box with his fingertips, feeling the rough texture of the felt.
It was like a sharp sword hidden in his pocket, and Bologger didn't know when to unsheath it.
"Okay," Boluogo didn't refuse, "Tonight? After get off work."
Aimu said, "Okay, you go pick a movie, I'll prepare some food, and then we'll meet at your house."
"Okay," Boluogo nodded, "You have the key to my house, right?"
Burlogo and Palmer often entertained friends at their home. For convenience, everyone seemed to have keys to the apartment. However, as the situation became serious, the friends did not gather at Burlogo's house for a long time.
As for your current busy work?
In fact, Burlogo lives in the office mainly for convenience. If he lives at home, Palmer will be away, and he will seem a little lonely. In the office, there are not so complicated emotions.
Similarly, Boluogo doesn't think that if he works one more day, he can solve the world's crisis, but as long as he works one less day, Aimu will be happier, and even he will relieve a lot of stress.
This is a good deal.
"Of course," Aimu took out the key from his pocket and shook it towards Boluogo, "then continue your work, see you in the evening."
"See you tonight."
After saying hello to Boluogo, Aimu turned around and left. She tried hard to control her pace, neither too fast nor too slow. She tried hard to suppress her excitement and walked slowly into the elevator.
Turning his head, not far away, Boluogo was still watching him. Aimu pretended not to see it and pressed the elevator button hard and repeatedly.
It wasn't until the elevator closed and settled that Aimu breathed a sigh of relief and switched back to her flesh and blood body. She leaned against the corner, her chest rising and falling violently.
She felt her face was a little hot and her blood was flowing faster. This feeling was worse than fighting with demons.
When the elevator door opened, Aimu trotted all the way back to her office. Her mind was in chaos, and her mood was like the rough sea.
She and Boluogo had met many times before, but this time, Aimu's heart was racing... She knew why. Before, it was just for relaxation and entertainment, but this time, Aimu had something evil in mind.
He touched his pocket and found that the ring placed together with the keys to the Bologg family was the ring that Aimu had made himself.
Both of them had sharp swords hidden in their pockets, but it was obvious that Amu had a stronger desire to attack.
Pushing open the door of the office, Woxilin was sitting in Aimu's seat with her arms folded, as if she was the owner of this office and Aimu was an ordinary employee who came to report work.
Woxilin raised her eyebrows, "How is it?"
"The appointment has been made," Aimu looked serious, as if he was discussing a very important academic issue, "but there is one problem that I haven't solved yet."
"What?"
"Palmer!"
When the elevator descended halfway, Aimu belatedly remembered that Boluogo had a roommate, although judging from recent news, Palmer had not been home for a while.
This new defender is very busy. During the day, he patrols various districts of Oath City and Opos, and at night, he rises into the sky to guard the city's boundaries.
It's hard to imagine that Palmer would be so hard-working.
Aimu said nervously, "I'm not sure whether he will come back suddenly. If he comes back, no matter how prepared I am, I will be finished!"
Woxilin narrowed her eyes and raised her hand to signal, "Don't panic, Aimu, don't you still have me?"
As she spoke, she stood up, straightened her chest, and clenched her hands into fists.
"Since it is such an important duel, I will definitely contribute. Don't worry, Palmer will never show up at home tonight."
Woxilin said and winked at Aimu.
As Palmer's fiancée, Wosselin still has a certain degree of control over Palmer. What's more, they haven't seen each other for a while, Wosillin feels that Palmer will not reject her.
Aimu still had doubts, "Then what are you going to do?"
"what to do?"
Woxilin's momentum suddenly weakened, and she sat down on the chair again, "What else can I do? Just say that I miss him and want to accompany him on patrol."
Spreading her hands helplessly, Vosilin continued, "You can't ask him to neglect his duties and come to accompany me."
"Ah...that's it."
"if not?"
"Otherwise... I thought you would just knock him out or something like that when we first met."
Few people's appearance can leave a deeper impression on Aimu than Vosilin. At the dinner party at the Clerk family, she was like a tiger jumping out of the dense forest. Before everyone could react,
He bit out Palmer's throat and dragged him deep into the jungle.
Only Palmer's meaningless screams and the sound of the tiger feasting were left echoing.
Sometimes Aimu envies Wosselin's strong posture, as if there is no problem that can be entangled in front of her, and she can just punch it away.
On the contrary, I will always be internally conflicted by small things, just like... just like the time axis was out of order at the beginning.
"Hahaha."
Hearing Amu's comments, Wosselin burst out laughing.
"Well, actually I'm not that extreme," Wosilin said a little embarrassed, "I only do this to Palmer. You should understand, right? A certain side of you will only be given to a unique person.
look."
"Just like..." Vosilin looked at the lights above her head and murmured, "Just like that cold-faced murderer of Boluogo, there must be a side that we can't see, and only you have the privilege to see it.
This side.”
"So, now!"
Woxilin's voice became stronger again, "Now is the time to turn this privilege from short-term rental to permanent property!"
Aimu nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.
To be honest, Woxilin helped Aimu a lot. If Woxilin hadn't constantly put pressure on herself and asked Aimu to take the initiative, I don't know how long it would have been.
Aimu sighed, "You make me feel like a warlord."
"Why the Overseer?" Vosilin asked, "I thought it would be a spiritual mentor or something like that."
"The spiritual mentor won't keep putting pressure on me, okay?" Aimu covered his face with his hands, "I'm like a soldier who keeps charging. As long as I dare to stop or look back, you, the warlord, will kill me with one shot.
"
After Aimu finished making the ring, she was immersed in her various fantasies about the future, as if she had delivered the ring to Boluogo in a future that did not yet exist.
Sometimes people may be like this. It is clear that the event has not been achieved yet, but it seems as if everything is over.
Vosilin did not approve of this behavior. After Aimu completed the ring, she immediately urged Aimu to attack and challenge Boluogo to a duel to gain the absolute upper hand.
It can be said that Aimu was completely pushed by Vosilin for today's invitation.
Woxilin asked, "Amu, you can refuse. You won't lose anything if you refuse, and I won't hurt you."
Aimu was stunned for a moment, and his eyes became panicked.
"I'm just giving you advice. If you don't want to, you don't have to do it at all."
Woxilin walked around the desk and walked to Aimu's side, and the shadow enveloped Aimu.
Aimu looked up at Woxilin nervously. At such a close distance, Woxilin's face was extremely clear in Aimu's eyes.
Woxilin's short hair slightly covered her eyes, messy, but with an unruly beauty. Her eyes shone with cunning and coldness, like the calmness of a cheetah before hunting its prey in the dark night.
There was a mocking smile on the corner of her mouth, and she reached out her hand and rubbed Aimu's chin, as if she was stroking a wild cat.
"Right, Aimu, in fact, subconsciously in your heart, you also want to do this, but you lack a driving force to make you take the initiative."
There was an inexplicable demonic quality in Wossilin's expression, and Aimu felt that she seemed to be treating him as Palmer.
"You are very resistant on your lips, but in your heart you are probably very happy. This kind of inseparable relationship has finally advanced, but... just because of shyness and other emotions, you don't want to take the initiative to admit your request, so you put it aside
The responsibility was thrown on me."
Woxilin smiled, she now looked like the bad villain in the movie.
"ah……"
Aimu made a meaningless moan.
Just like what Wosilin said just now, Vosilin did not restrain herself or threaten herself not to move, but Aimu was completely overwhelmed by her momentum and could not move.
"It's okay, Aimu."
Woxilin smiled broadly, her eyes curved into the shape of a crescent moon, and the corners of her mouth curved upward, revealing a tiger tooth as white as a pearl, shining with a slight luster.
It must be admitted that even though Wosilin grew up in the vast windy highlands and received the rigorous and traditional education of the Klekes family, some things, such as the wildness and unruliness flowing in her blood, cannot be erased.
of.
"Speaking of it, this is really like the devil. I just gave you a little push. It is you who actively seek these things and follow your own desires."
Aimu could clearly feel Vosilin's fingers sliding across her neck like snakes. While they were soft, she could also feel the hardness and sharpness of her nails.
"But...it's okay."
"Aimu, you are my good friend. If this can help you achieve the happiness you know, you can put these responsibilities on me."
Suddenly, Woxilin noticed that Aimu's eyes became a little moist. She quickly retracted her hand, spoke softly, and rubbed Aimu's face.
"What's wrong? Are you crying now?"
"No...no," Aimu turned his head and murmured, "I just thought of something else and suddenly felt very emotional."
"Huh?" Vosilin said in disbelief, "You actually have time to think about other things?"
Aimu ignored Wosselin and continued, "Palmer is so pitiful..."
"What does this have to do with Palmer!"
Aimu shook his head blankly and made no answer.
From this first perspective, Aimu felt all kinds of things about Palmer. At this moment, all that was left in Aimu's heart was sympathy for Palmer.
It’s no wonder that Palmer was bullied by Vosilin from a young age. Even if he became a defender, in front of a talented player like Vosilin, Palmer was doomed to be emotionally toyed with.
Fortunately, Vosilin did love Palmer very much, and even said that it was precisely because of the strong and twisted love that Vosilin became like this without any teacher.
But... I say I sympathize with Palmer, maybe Palmer still enjoys this kind of Vosilin?
Aimu gave up thinking. No matter which side he took on between Wosselin and Palmer, it was an absolutely transcendent issue for him.
"Ahem..."
Woxilin coughed twice and became serious, "But are you still in the mood to work now?"
Aimu shook his head, "If there was still some before, it's completely gone as soon as you messed it up."
"Then what are you waiting for?" Woxilin patted Aimu on the shoulder hard, "If you work one more day, the world will not become better, and if you work one less day, the world will not explode. Go quickly.
."
"But Boluogo is still working?"
"You are so slow to react. I mean, you should prepare in advance."
Vosilin looked furious, "Don't you think that dating is just about watching a movie, having a meal, and exchanging gifts?"
"Otherwise? Does this have to be complicated?"
Woxilin fell silent, walked away, and sat back on the chair feebly. She thought of something, but stopped talking.
"For example, since you are so pursuing a sense of meaning, why don't you cook yourself?" Woxilin's voice was pale, "Cooking is not difficult for you, right?"
"uh-huh."
Aimu nodded. Cooking was too easy for her. As long as she strictly followed the steps in the cookbook, she would never make mistakes. She didn't know why so many people couldn't do it well.
"Another example, you can get some aromatherapy."
"oh oh."
"For example, you can dress up more beautifully," Wosselin pointed to the white coat on Aimu, "You don't look like you are going on a date, you look more like a forensic scientist on the field."
"I see."
Aimu nodded vigorously. Woxilin was not sure if she really understood, but there was really nothing that Woxilin could do. She had done her best and could not hide in Palmer's room when they were dating.
Let's take the Miao formation.
Woxilin urged, "Now that you understand, why are you still dazed? Take action, time waits for no one!"
"good!"
Aimu responded energetically. After Vosilin's repeated torture, Aimu had been completely brainwashed. He turned around and left the office and devoted himself to preparations for the duel.
Seeing her leave, Vosilin became tired and lay weakly on the desk.
Vosilin lied.
In addition to Aimu being her friend, Vosilin's biggest idea to help Aimu is that she can't imagine Boluogo falling in love.
Everyone who knows Boluogo feels this way. In their opinion, it is a miracle that Boluogo can get along closely with Aimu. It is simply a fantasy for him to completely sink into this.
From the perspective of many people, Bologg is a guy who lacks humanity. The humanity here does not refer to the moral level, but it means that it is difficult for Bologg to have a sense of being a human being.
Most of the time, Bologg is like a stoic ascetic, cautious, professional, stubborn, extremely idealistic and dedicated, and has no selfish desires of his own, except at certain times, Bologg
In addition to showing extremely violent tendencies, he is simply like a...god.
Vosilin was not sure whether it was correct to describe Bologg with divinity, but she was certain that it was absolutely correct to use inhumanity to describe Bologg.
"Come on, Aimu."
Vosilin picked up the phone on her desk while talking to herself, and after dialing a series of familiar numbers, she called, "Foliya, are you there?"
"Here I am."
A Freya sank from the ceiling. Grassroots employees like Vosilin did not have Freya assistants as standard. If you wanted to ask for help from them, you had to either pick one up in the lobby or ring the bell.
"Where is Palmer now?"
Woxilin asked, Amu had already started to take action, so he had to use his remaining energy.
After bidding farewell to Wosselin, Aimu turned around and went to find her senior sister Bailey. First, she asked for leave from Bailey, and then asked for Bailey's help to dress herself up.
After all, Amu's worldview is still somewhat different from that of normal people. She likes to dress herself up, but this kind of dressing up is not about putting on makeup or choosing clothes, but making a series of complex improvements to her body.
Just like the paradox of the Ship of Theseus, after years of improvements, Aimu looks the same on the outside as before, but the inner metal material and mechanical structure have been iterated many times.
After picking out clothes and simply dressing up, Aimu dressed up and left the kitchen. He bought some ingredients on the way and opened the door of Boluogo's house.
When Aimu walked into the house, the first thing that caught his eye was the coffee table that Boluogo had transformed from a war sand table. Through the glass, he could clearly see the miniature battlefield terrain and the exquisite soldier models.
Then, her eyes moved to the couch beside it. The sofa was soft and spacious, with several pillows placed side by side. Facing the sofa was a TV, with bookshelves standing on both sides of the TV.
Aimu remembered that the original layout of the living room was not like this. After the accident at the beginning of the scroll, the logistics department renovated the place and made some fine adjustments to make the home decoration more reasonable.
The bookshelves on both sides are densely packed with a variety of books, comics, records and videos.
The collection is rich and diverse, including classics and popular best-sellers, nostalgic records and the latest movie videos. On the bottom floor, Aimu also saw boxes of board games.
Finally, Aimu's eyes fell on the movie posters and band promotional pictures on the wall. These posters and promotional pictures were all signed and were obviously treasures collected by the owner of the house.
I vaguely remembered that Boluogo mentioned this matter to himself. He and Palmer queued for a long time for these signed posters. Later, the Bureau of Order found out about this matter somehow, and they didn't know what means they used.
He directly sent a large number of signed peripheral products to the two of them and gave them instructions.
"As senior field staff, your time is valuable, don't waste it on the pointless thing of queuing."
Aimu thinks this should be considered one of the privileges.
Putting the ingredients in the large and small pockets into the kitchen, Aimu found that the kitchen was much tidier than she had imagined. There was no oil stains, no dishes soaked in water, and even the trash cans were emptied.
Needless to say, it must have been Bologg who did it. Palmer couldn't be so diligent.
"Huh... I'm so nervous."
Aimu was sitting on the sofa, looking at the clock above the TV. It was just afternoon now. Judging from the time when Boluogo got off work, there was still a long time for her to prepare.
Looking down, two doors came into view. The first door was very neat without any decorations, while the second door was much more gaudy and covered with various stickers, just like those on the street.
The telephone poles are covered with advertisements.
From this, we can see the different personalities of the room owners. Then, Aimu noticed that Boluogo's door was ajar.
Aimu could not move his eyes.
Tranquility fell, and after a series of inner struggles, Aimu said sorry in his heart, stood up carefully, and approached the ajar door.
Vosilin is right, taking the initiative is to take the initiative, but in such a duel, it is not enough to have the initiative, Amu also needs the skill of sealing the throat with a sword.
For example, a sudden surprise.
No one can resist surprise. It is like a hidden weapon hidden in the cuff. Even an expert will be killed with one hit inadvertently.
Aimu quietly opened the ajar door and stood at the door, observing Boluogo's room.
Bologo's room is surprisingly neat, as if every inch of space has been carefully taken care of. Except for basic living furniture such as beds, wardrobes, desks and chairs, there are no other superfluous items. The whole room looks like
It is a minimalist display space, or a hotel room prepared for a short stay.
The sheets were spread flat and without a trace of wrinkles, as if no one had ever slept on them. The closet door was also closed tightly. Even without opening it, Aimu could guess that it must be filled with orderly patterns of the same style.
uniform.
The whole room gives people a deserted and alienated feeling, as if the tenant is ready to pack up and leave at any time, without much emotional investment in this living space.
Aimu took a breath, and there was a faint smell of detergent in the air.
The curtains were tightly closed, blocking all outside light, but some light still shone through the thick fabric, making the outline of the dim bedroom clear.
Aimu was a little disappointed. Boluogo's room was indeed very ordinary. It was so ordinary that even if she wanted to make some surprises, she wouldn't have any clue.
Just when Aimu was about to return to the living room and calculate from scratch, Aimu suddenly discovered what was on Boluogo's work table. It was a beautifully packaged bag, which was completely inconsistent with the entire bedroom and even Boluogo's personal style.
Aimu's heart was inexplicably hung up, and he was very worried.
"No way……"
Aimu murmured to herself and walked to the table. She touched the bag with trembling hands. She vaguely guessed what was inside. At the same time, she also understood that she could not open it, just like the legendary unopenable magic box.
General.
But... But Aimu just couldn't control her hands. At this moment, her heartbeat felt like it was going too fast. If she was in the state of steel body, she could definitely hear the roar of the machine.
Aimu used his only rationality to keep himself rational, and carefully took out the jewelry box from the bag.
At this moment, Aimu's body was shaking so much that she took deep breaths repeatedly and warned herself that this was not allowed and that she should put it back...
Damn it, Wosselin didn't have all the plans. He had prepared a sharp sword, and the other party had also prepared it, and he just put it here so generously.
Aimu came here with the idea of sealing her throat with a sword, but she could hardly hold the sword due to the contents of the bag. She couldn't help but wonder if Boluogo did this on purpose.
To defuse his own attack so easily, and to turn this place into a trap and trap him in it, should he really be worthy of Boluogo? In a place like this, he fully demonstrates his true nature as an expert.
Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!
I fell into a trap!
Aimu was completely caught up in her own fantasy, fighting hand-to-hand with the virtual Boluogo. Fortunately, after Vosilin's special training, Aimu was not as stupid as before. After forcing herself to calm down, she decisively took the bag out of her pocket.
He took out the... radiant ring that he made. Yes, let's call it this name for now.
"Bologo, you set me up, don't blame me for setting it up again."
Aimu's tone was vicious, but her hands kept shaking. She took a deep breath, held her breath, and opened the jewelry box in one breath as if she was going to dive.
Even though he was mentally prepared, when he saw the shining diamond ring, Aimu was still stunned for a moment, his mind went blank, and his body overheated.
It was like a megaton bomb detonated in his mind, blowing up Amu's thoughts and overturning this room, this building, this block, and even the entire Oath City Opos.
Aimu mechanically took out the diamond ring, stuffed the shining ring in, closed the jewelry box, put it back into the bag, exited the room backwards, and closed the door.
After a while, there was an almost exhausted groan from behind the door. After a few seconds, the door was opened again and returned to its ajar position.
Aimu straightened his back and sat on the sofa in an extremely dignified manner, looking straight ahead. There was nothing in front of him.
The diamond ring was held in her hand. After ten minutes of restlessness, Aimu finally seemed to have calmed down and carefully opened her hand. Before she could see the diamond ring clearly, she nervously tightened her hand again.
Repeating this many times is like performing some kind of desensitization treatment.
In the end, Aimu collapsed on the sofa, as if he had abdominal pain, his body twisted into a ball, holding the diamond ring in his hand, imagining in his mind that Bologg opened the jewelry box and found a completely different ring.
What kind of expression would it be.
She laughed sillyly.
…
"I won't be here today," Bologg stood up tiredly in the office and said goodbye to Freya and the others, "See you tomorrow."
"What a surprise."
The Freyas nodded and sighed in unison, "What, are you tired?"
"No," Boluogo shook his head, "I have a date tonight."
Freya and others were shocked and said, "Date, hell, it turns out you also have a private life!"
Boluogo frowned, listening to their sighs, but he still felt it was a bit impolite. He sighed, and he was too lazy to care about it. He put on his coat and waved.
"Take me away."
Darkness enveloped Boluogo, and when the light came back, Boluogo appeared directly at the door of the farmhouse, facing the traffic coming and going.
Freya and the others seemed to be celebrating that this workaholic was finally gone, and they were able to work less overtime for one day. Otherwise, they usually would just send Boluogo to the hall, and he would have to walk the rest of the way by himself.
At this time, Oath City Opos is ushering in the evening rush hour after get off work. The streets are densely packed with vehicles, their lights flashing, red and yellow intertwined, forming a bright and endless long river, flowing slowly under the night. The hustle and bustle of the city is here The moment reached its peak, the sounds of trumpets, conversations, and hurried footsteps were intertwined.
Burlogo was surrounded by the bustling crowd, walked through the long crowded streets, and came to a video store.
This video store is one that Boluogo often visits. It is located not far from Kenshi, hidden on a busy street corner.
Various movie posters and celebrity photos were displayed in the window. When he opened the store door, a warm breath hit his face, and then rows of shelves appeared in front of him. Boluogo selected the movies according to the categories on the shelves, thinking about which ones.
Movies are more suitable to watch on a date.
When Boluogo was hesitant, he handed over a videotape with one hand and said, "If you are going on a date, I would rather recommend this movie."
"oh……"
Boluogo raised his hand to take the videotape. The next second, all the muscles in his body tensed up, and a fierce murderous intention roared over him.
Raising his head, Boluogo's eyes met that familiar face. For a moment, his heartbeat seemed to skip a beat, and countless memories and questions flashed through his mind.
"Hill?" Boluogo exclaimed in a low voice, but then he shook his head and denied his idea, "No, you are Leviathan."
Leviathan's smile was still bright, showing a row of white teeth, as if he didn't care about Boluogo's surprise and confusion. He spread his hands and asked in a relaxed and joking tone, "Surprise?"
Boluogo's eyes instantly became gloomy. He stared at Leviathan and asked coldly, "How did you appear here? Is the material world unable to stop your arrival?"
Leviathan seemed not surprised by Bologo's reaction. He still maintained a friendly smile, put his hand on Bologo's shoulder, and comforted softly, "Don't be nervous, Bologo. The barriers of the material world are still strong.
As before, I didn’t really come here.”
He paused and continued, "I just borrowed the body of a poor person who sought my desires."
It is indeed rare for Leviathan to appear in the material world using other people as a carrier, but it is not impossible. For Bolog, the arrival of this uninvited guest is always accompanied by an aura of trouble and danger, making it impossible for him to relax his vigilance.
"What are you going to do?" Bologg asked coldly, trying to discern Leviathan's true purpose from his words and deeds.
Leviathan seemed relaxed and at ease. He smiled and motioned for Bologger to relax, "Nothing, just continuing the previous topic, the one about Belphegor."
He said frankly, "To be honest, I didn't expect the progress to be so fast. It looks like we will have a result today."
Boluogo did not let down his guard because of this, and kept a sullen face without saying a word.
Leviathan saw Boluogo's doubts and worries, and he comforted him in a different way, "Don't worry, there are no swords against each other, and there are no plots. What's left is that everyone sits down and rationally discusses the pros and cons."
Taking a deep breath, Boluogo let out a long sigh, "I have a date tonight."
"I know," Leviathan stretched out his hand invitingly, "This won't take up much of your time."
After speaking, Leviathan handed the videotape he selected into the hands of Boluogo.
Boluogo took the videotape hesitantly. In an instant, the noise of the surrounding crowd quickly faded away, leaving only dead silence and tranquility.
