Hearing this name, a strange color flashed across his pale face, but the man quickly covered it up and put on a weird smile. He put his hands on the counter, and his skin was like a film wrapped around the rugged finger bones.
, the fingers are slender, like branches, constantly rubbing.
Like a pale, hairless rat living in the sewer.
"He's not here right now," the man replied.
"Where are the others?"
"Going out to practice medicine."
Boluogo stared at the man, using the gas mask to cover his eyes as he glanced around the corner.
The light in the room was very dim, and the fan blades on the ceiling were constantly rotating, making bursts of disturbing noise. Apart from the counter in front of him and the medicine cabinet behind the man, Boluogo couldn't see many useful things, but he could
What I do know is that something is wrong with this clinic.
As he walked from the corridor to the clinic, he noticed the scale of the clinic building. It was like a huge metal sarcoma hanging on the cliff. Logically speaking, the internal space should be very large, but now Boluogo said
This place is really too small, with more space hidden in the invisible darkness.
"When will he come back?" Borlog asked.
"I don't know either. After all, there will always be accidents in this place, right?"
The man smiled, with a slightly twisted and sick look on his face.
"Do you need anything else? If it's a prescription, you just need to pay," the man continued, running his slender fingers over the bottles on the medicine cabinet, "If you're in the wrong place,
Then please leave as soon as possible."
Boluogo did not reply. Relying on the power of the "Hidden One", his figure was very hazy, like a vague mist in the dim environment. When he was silent, he was like a speechless ghost.
"Okay, I know, excuse me."
Boluogo said, turned around and walked towards the iron gate.
But when he reached the door, Boluogo stopped again, like a wall, blocking the passage to the outside world. His back was turned to everyone, and a chaotic and hoarse voice sounded from the shadow under the top hat.
"I've always wanted to play a character like this."
The expression of the man behind the counter changed slightly, and he touched the handle of the knife under the counter. There was a slight sound in the darkness, like someone standing up from the chair and gearing up.
"The sanctioner, the perpetrator, the enforcer..."
One word after another was spat out, echoing in the darkness. The man stared at Boluogo's back. In a daze, he saw Boluogo turning his head. In the deep shadows, a pair of cyan eyes were watching.
Own.
"The Punisher."
A sonorous voice lingered in the man's ears.
…
"Calculating the time, Boluo Ge should have reached the Wandering Fork in the Road."
In the cafeteria of the Bureau of Order, Jeffrey forked a piece of steaming beef sausage, looked at the sky, and thought about Boluogo who was on a mission.
"Roughly the same."
Yas sat across from Jeffrey, and the two of them had dinner together. Of course, if possible, Yas would prefer to eat at home instead of working overtime in the Order Bureau.
"This can be regarded as another kind of assessment. There is no veteran to guide him and let him complete such a task alone...Does Lebius not trust him enough?" Yas thought for a while and said.
The field operations of the Bureau of Order have always been full of dangers. According to regulations, newcomers like Bologo must be accompanied by at least one veteran when performing tasks.
"To round it all off, Boluogo has been an intern for a year. It's just the first time he has faced a potential condenser. This is not a problem." Jeffrey took a big bite of the sausage and bread. "Besides, compared to distrust,
, I think Lebius wants to test Bologo."
"Test?"
"Yes, test this guy to see how far he can go. After all, there are some differences between assessment and actual combat."
Jeffrey stopped eating and thought about it carefully. He seemed to have thought of something interesting, and a strange smile appeared on his face.
"Yas, if it were you, how would you capture that target?"
"If it were me... survey the terrain, then find a way to sneak in, and put the dagger on his neck."
As he spoke, Yas shook his hand, and a bright silver dagger appeared in his hand. No one could see how the dagger appeared. His hand dropped, and the dagger disappeared.
"It's your style, so what do you think Boluogo would do?" Jeffrey asked.
"I never imagined that someone like me might sneak in secretly and capture the other party." Yas said that he didn't have much contact with Boluogo.
"Hmm... not very good. These are all 'common sense' solutions. If they are too common sense, they will appear boring." Jeffrey said something Yas couldn't understand.
"Then what do you think he will do?" Yas asked.
After thinking for two seconds, Jeffrey looked at his dinner plate. The sausage was chopped into pieces with a knife, and the sauce was like blood, covering the scattered meat.
"Rather than answer this question, I would like to say something else first..."
Jeffrey knitted his brows together, and instead of answering Yas's question, he talked about the problem of Boluogo himself.
"As I said before, Boluogo has been in the dark cell for too long and has some mental problems. What's worse is that I think Adele's death stimulated him and made him
The disease is getting worse."
"What disease?"
Yas put down his knife and fork. He has always been wary of existences related to the devil. He is also clearly opposed to hiring debtors in the Bureau of Order. The slightest possibility of Bologg losing control will attract his attention.
"role play?"
Jeffrey said uncertainly, this word was surprising, and before Yas could ask anything, he continued to explain.
"Bologo Lazarus... this man is a bit paranoid, narcissistic, and extremely adheres to his so-called 'iron law of justice'. Lebius feels that Bologo imagines himself as a 'savior', but
Compared to 'Savior', I actually think Bologo's idea is simpler."
Jeffrey frowned suddenly, remembering.
“One day Borogo suddenly told me that he understood the true meaning of life,” said Jeffrey. “At that time, Adele had just passed away. I thought he was just overly sad and started talking crazy, but
Now that I think about it, maybe he was serious."
"What did he say?" Yas became curious.
"He said that Adele is a person of faith. She was a military doctor many years ago and went to the battlefield to save people. After retiring, she still chose to do good and serve her God... People like her deserve to go to heaven.
That's right, enjoying the glory and warmth...
But her god gave her this ending.
Boluogo feels that the so-called god does not exist, and it may exist, but it is also an extremely indifferent god."
A helpless smile appeared on Jeffrey's face, and he continued.
"Berlogo often used some wonderful metaphors to describe some things, and he always said many fallacies that were problematic at first sight, but there was one thing he said right.
There must be someone who maintains the sacred ‘iron law of justice’.
If God does not respond to His followers, then it is up to Bologg to respond."
Jeffrey's voice became stern.
"It's up to Borogo Lazarus to set things right."
"What is he trying to correct?" Yas said.
"Iron laws of axioms.
To extend blessings to good people and bring down fire to evil people, this is the ‘iron law of justice’,” Jeffrey said, “This is the ‘role’ he is ‘role-playing’.”
"He said 'good man', 'savior' and 'hero'... These words are still too noble for him. He cannot be as great as a 'good man'. He is despicable and lowly, and what he is best at is
Kill people and fight violence with violence.
So he calls himself the ‘evil man’.”
"the wicked?"
"That's right, villain.
If God is not willing to punish those who have made mistakes, then it is up to Borogo Lazarus, a greater evil man, to punish and do evil."
Jeffrey took a deep breath and squinted his eyes, as if telling a scary story.
"The Wandering Fork Road, the shadowy place of Oath City and Opos, is full of filth and evil, and demons are hidden in every corner that is hard to reach...it is full of evil people."
Thinking of this, Jeffrey smiled, as if he was worried about those evil people.
"Now, an undead man who is somewhat mentally ill and obsessed with role-playing is humming a song and rushing there in full gear.
Boluogo is not only venting his anger, but also pursuing his own "iron laws of justice". He is his own god, a tyrannical and paranoid god.
Someone has to pay the blood penalty for his friend's death."
Yas understood what Jeffrey said. Just by imagining that scene, he felt an inexplicable pressure, and the tip of his nose seemed to smell deep blood.
"A group of evil people face another... bigger, more cruel evil person." Yas whispered.
Jeffrey picked up the water glass and took a sip, trying to soothe his hot throat and said softly.
"Going back to the previous question, what means will Bologo use to get in? I think his method is... no means."
Jeffrey stared at Yas closely and asked.
"Now he is an angel representing the Holy Judgment, and the folding knife in his hand is a flaming sword... Do you think an angry angel will sneak in and carry out assassinations?
No, Yas, Boluogo is not such a gentle person.
He would only knock on the doors of the wicked with his sword angrily, and shout God's judgment at them with a shrill wail."
Jeffrey laughed, as if he were telling a bad joke.
"The death penalty will be executed immediately."
…
In the dim clinic, the atmosphere completely solidified after Boluogo's words fell. The man behind the counter gripped the handle of the knife tightly, ready to slash at any time, while the guys lurking in the darkness were also ready to fight.
Boluogo noticed this, but he did not take a stance to face the enemy. Instead, he closed the iron door that was open at one corner, then pulled down the anti-theft door bolt on the side and fastened it tightly.
Noticing Boluogo's actions, the man behind the counter was stunned for a second, and then let out a burst of ridicule. Such ridicule echoed in the darkness, and vague whispers could be heard. They were discussing Boluogo and talking about each other.
He seeks his own death.
"These are new clothes..."
Boluogo muttered, taking off his gray and black windbreaker, revealing his white shirt and the many sharp knives mounted on his body.
With the disappearance of the protection of the "Hidden One", the violent and disgusting atmosphere became more intense. Although Boluogo looked very ordinary, everyone couldn't help but feel the pressure.
No one acted rashly.
Folding the gray and black trench coat, he placed it on a chair beside him. He took off his top hat and put it on the trench coat. He turned around slowly, faced the many evil things in the darkness, and finally took off his gas mask.
mask.
His suppressed breathing became smoother, he blinked, a green glint rose in his eyes, and he sniffed vigorously, a trace of disgust flashed across Bolog's face, and he said casually.
"Everyone, don't you think the smell here is a bit too bad?"
Holding the folding knife, Bologger stared into the darkness indifferently.
"Anyone want to do a spring cleaning?"
Before he finished speaking, the man behind the counter pulled out a long knife and was about to cross the counter and slash at Boluogo, but Boluogo was faster than him. The clear sound of steel sounded, and the sharp folding knife stretched in his hand, and at the same time, a silver sword struck him.
The bright flying knife was thrown, causing a harsh whistle.
The flying knife passed over the man's knife-wielding wrist, accurately scraping off a large piece of flesh, bringing up a large amount of blood, and nailed it into the counter behind him, smashing bottles and jars.
The severe pain made it difficult for the man to hold the long knife, and he fell to the ground with a clanking sound. His expression was distorted. The flying knife cut open his wrist and the blood continued to flow.
"kill him!"
The man shouted, but it was useless for him to give orders. The moment Boluogo threw the throwing knife, the darkness around him began to squirm, and one after another ferocious shadows emerged from the shadows, waving knives, guns and clubs.
Boluogo swung his folding knife and raised his arms, like a dance, and the deadly flying knives came out one after another, like a pouring rain, leaving streaks of silver rain in the air.
Cut the arms, cut open the body, wipe the throat...
Painful whimpering and screams continued, weapons and corpses fell to the ground, turning into dull drum beats. Someone successfully approached Boluogo, but his head was chopped off with a folding knife.
With the jackknife pierced through the heart, Borlog picked up the body and spun it around, as if it were his partner, performing a pas de deux with Borlog.
There was a loud sound of gunfire, and flowers of blood burst out on the body of the dance partner. The villains surrounded them, and their swords clashed, cutting the body of the dance partner into bloody pieces. Boluogo escaped all the attacks during the dance, only
His clothes were stained with blood.
During the rotation, faces flashed before Boluogo's eyes. Their faces were ferocious and extremely greedy. Their aura of corruption could not be concealed even by blood.
The dance ended. Bologg picked up his partner and smashed it into the other corner. The fallen corpse crushed several people. Bologg stepped on the corpse, jumped up high, and then came down with a thunderous blade.
, slashed diagonally towards a person's neck, and threw his head up.
Looking back, under the dim light, everyone was bathed in blood, and their ferocious faces showed alienation that was not human.
Demons, everyone here is a demon, and you are all evil people waiting for the judgment of fire.
"That's great. It won't be burdensome to cut it like this."
A smile appeared on Boluogo's face, and the blood dyed the white clothes completely red, sticking close to his body and outlining the tense muscles under the clothes.
Breathing heavily, the demon's rotten smell mixed with medicine and blood formed an indescribable, but enough to make people vomit and disgusted. It was like the corpse of a monster with a head falling into the mud, letting it go
Decay and decay.
This was a bad smell, but like some kind of quirk, Bologger liked this smell very much, and it made him deeply intoxicated.
"You know? Maybe it's because I've been in the dark cell for too long. I always feel that I have some mental problems... I have a desire to crush everything into pieces and pour out all my fiery rage."
Boluogo muttered to himself, his expression twisted and sickly, and blood dripped on his pale face, like red war makeup.
"Jeffrey feels the same way. He has always suggested that I go see a doctor. I also think this is a good suggestion. You can't cause trouble to others, right?"
He spoke words that the demons could not understand.
"But then I realized the existence of you, the devils, the evil men!"
As he spoke, Boluogo put down his folding knife and inserted it on the corpse. His hands were like presenting flowers, and he faced the demons with joy.
"It's really great that there are demons in this world!"
He said sincerely.
"As long as I vent this twisted desire on you, there should be no problem. After all, you are soul-devouring demons. You are destined to be driven out and killed anyway. Why can't I do it?"
Boluogo's eyes sparkled.
Slaughtering demons not only satisfies one's twisted desires, but also adheres to one's "iron laws". It can be regarded as fulfilling the responsibilities of the Bureau of Order. More importantly, it can extract the fragments of souls from the corpses of demons.
, to fill one's own holes and suppress the outbreak of mania.
Boluogo felt that there was nothing more pleasurable in the world than killing demons.
"That's great!"
Boluogo had empty hands and looked at the demons with ardent eyes, rubbing his hands and gesturing to them.
After a brief silence, the demons understood what Bologo meant, and felt a great sense of humiliation in their hearts. They roared and waved their swords, slashing at the empty-handed Bologo.
The attack was menacing, but in Boluogo's eyes, it was full of flaws. The distance continued to shrink until they were face to face, and the bright sword light was raised high.
Boluogo stepped sideways and ran into the demon's arms. He hit his chest with his elbow, and the sound of broken bones was heard.
The raised sword was slowed down for a second by this blow, and the elbow was quickly raised and brought down, hitting the throat with one blow, and then raised again, hitting the chin.
Pulling back, turning around, and punching, Boluogo's fist whizzed past and hit the demon's head. After each blow, the demon's body trembled violently and stepped back, with constant cracking sounds until
With the last punch, the demon seemed to have been drained of all its strength, its face was bloody and bloody, and it fell down stiffly, while Boluogo's fist was also covered with blood.
He lowered his head and dodged another slashing sword blade. After the opponent saw the ferocity of Bologo, he did not hold back and missed the blow. He directly drew out the dagger and tried to stab Bologo again.
He pressed the opponent's wrist with both hands and controlled the sword and dagger. This demon's strength was much greater than Boluogo expected. For a while, they were in a stalemate, and no one could subdue the other.
The demon roared and hit Bologg with a headbutt, causing Bologg's nose to bleed. He thought that Bologg would flinch in pain, but instead he laughed in the severe pain.
As footsteps approached, another demon picked up the blood-stained long knife and chopped Boluogo's head from behind.
At the critical moment, Boluogo let go and missed the dagger. The devil could not control his strength for a moment. The dagger stabbed down and instead penetrated his thigh. Boluogo raised his foot and kicked the dagger hard.
Down, the dagger penetrated the flesh and blood, and the tip of the knife stabbed out from under the thigh.
Screaming and bleeding, the demon knelt down helplessly. Boluogo took the opportunity to directly step on its thigh, and stepped on his shoulder with his other foot. He jumped up briefly, elbowed from top to bottom, and slammed into the demon's thigh.
Top of head.
The pupils of the eyes instantly became bloodshot, and amid the crackling sound, the demon's head visibly shrank a bit, and its vision seemed to be swallowed up by a blizzard, leaving only white chaos.
The long sword is coming, with the sound of howling wind.
Boluogo hugged the unconscious demon and fell towards the ground. He dodged the long knife that came from behind, and then kicked the unconscious demon fiercely. Its body slid on the blood-stained ground and hit him in one fell swoop.
Downed the demon holding a long knife.
When it tried to get up, a black shadow had already wrapped around it. After a brief run-up, Bologo smashed its face with a flying knee, and then the two rolled together and struggled with each other.
The demon roared, and it pressed Bologg under its body. It took out the pistol and prepared to take Bologg's life.
The narrow and dark room limits the use of firearms, but at this distance, it can kill this uninvited guest with just a slight pull of the trigger.
Sharp pain came from his elbow. Bologg pulled out a flying knife and pierced it deeply into the joint. Before the demon could cry out anything, a heart-wrenching sound of bone friction was heard. Bologg twisted and twisted.
He broke off its elbow, and then grabbed the pistol that was supposed to be pointed at him.
"Smile, my friend."
Under the face covered with blood, there was a clear green light.
After the gunfire, Boluogo kicked over the demon with only half of its head left, and stood up slowly.
"Black as night, black as coal."
He hummed his favorite melody, walked over the corpses, pulled out the folding knife stuck on them, and once again left knife marks on the throats of each corpse.
After doing all this, Boluogo turned to look at the only demon still standing in the pool of blood.
Unlike other demons, it was completely frightened by Boluogo's violence. It was stagnant in place and did not make any movement until Boluogo looked at it, as if he had just woken up from a big dream.
It let out a shrill scream and fled towards the iron gate.
Run away, run away quickly.
There was only one idea left in its mind, but no matter how hard it pulled the iron door, the iron door would not move. Then it saw that the anti-theft door bolt was hung.
"Damn it! Damn it!"
It cursed, and its hands trembled with extreme fear. Even though it was such a simple movement, it could not perform it well anyway. The metal made a trembling sound in its hands, as if it was crying.
Bologo laughed when he saw this, he raised the blood-stained pistol leisurely, frowned, his expression twisted together, his slightly blurred vision became clear, and he pulled the trigger.
Gunshots rang out.
Boluogo's shooting skills were so bad that all the bullets landed on the iron door, leaving dents one after another.
"No!" Bologg complained loudly.
The demon ignored all this, the gunshots were like the syllables of death, and extreme panic chased it.
Footsteps were approaching.
It didn't dare to look back, and had no chance to look back. An arm grabbed its neck and clamped it tightly.
"Take a deep breath, friend."
The monster's whisper rang in his ears, and the demon could feel the air flowing over his skin, warm and fishy, like a bloodthirsty beast, baring its fangs at him in the darkness behind him.
"no no……"
It flapped its arms, but the strength seemed so weak that it was not enough to shake the gradually tightening rope.
Breathing began to become difficult, and his chest felt like it was being oppressed by a boulder. It was unclear whether it was tears or blood. The demon's vision blurred into gray nothingness, until at a certain moment, a clear snapping sound sounded from under the flesh and blood, and the demon's head twisted,
His face was livid.
Boluogo let go of his hand, letting the body fall in a pool of blood, and stared at his blood-stained hands.
Trembling, trembling with excitement, like a giant shark smelling blood, the fire has been ignited, and it will be difficult to extinguish without burning the darkness into pieces.
"Where are you?"
Boluogo pretended to be inquisitive among the corpses.
The rat-like man disappeared. The moment the battle started, the guy fled into the darkness. Bologger was sniffing his traces. He knew that the rat would lead him to Norm War.
Germany.
"Norm, where are you?"
Boluogo walked into the counter and used a folding knife to pry open a secret door. From the dark depths, a cold wind filled with innocent souls blew.
"Oh, are you here?"
Boluogo smiled.
The wails of thousands of dead souls could be vaguely heard, but Boluogo was not afraid. He enjoyed the pain of the demons, but all this was not enough at the moment, not enough.
Bologna was not satisfied.
It's like a sacrifice to an unknown being.
He does not need the evil people to repent, or to repent sincerely. All He needs is the evil people to pay the price they deserve.
The blood of the wicked, the flesh of the wicked, the pain of the wicked.
He is never satisfied.
Dots of starlight rose from the fallen corpses, and they gathered into wisps of silk-like light ribbons, entangled with Boluogo's body. He devoured the fragments of his soul, and the green light in his eyes became more and more intense.
.
"Run! The evil spirit is going to catch up with you!"
He laughed.
The nightmare walks out of the story and into a deeper darkness, full of violence and spreading fear that goes straight to the bone marrow.
