Sitting at the dining table, Palmer looked at the dark night scene outside the window and rubbed his sleepy eyes vigorously.
"It looks like this, maybe it's a hangover, or maybe it's the exhaustion after the promotion ceremony..."
Bologna brought bread and sausages, which were piled all over the table in bits and pieces. It looked very rich.
After sharing the house, we had to consider the issue of food and drink. After a brief discussion, Boluogo took on the responsibility of cooking. It was not that Boluogo knew how to cook, but that he was afraid that with Palmer's luck, he would ruin the kitchen.
It exploded.
They had only moved in not long ago, and Boluogo didn't want to move to a new home so soon.
Bologg seems to be well organized, but he has always been a very makeshift person when it comes to eating and drinking. After experiencing the madness of the Scorched Earth Wrath, Bologg is an extremely easy-to-satisfy person when it comes to food, as long as he can fill his stomach.
For this reason, the things Boluogo makes are very simple. They are basically instant products that only need to be heated a little.
Palmer picked up his fork and ate bite after bite. He did nothing and naturally couldn't say anything to complain.
"We can consider inviting Amy here next time," Palmer said vaguely with something in her mouth, "She seems to have been studying cooking skills or something."
"Do you think it's reasonable to ask people to come over and cook for us for no reason?"
Bologna spread jam on the bread and bit off a corner of the bread.
Palmer paused and looked at Bologna carefully, his eyes filled with a thousand words. Unfortunately, Bologna was too lazy to synchronize his thinking with Palmer's and was not willing to guess his thoughts.
"I encountered a strange thing today." Boluogo swallowed the bread.
"What's up?"
"I always feel like someone is spying on me."
"Spying? Do you mean a stalker or something like that?" Palmer looked surprised. "How desperate is this person to dare to follow you?"
"No...I can't describe it either. It's like someone is watching me somewhere."
Boluogo pondered for a while and gave a vague answer.
"Is that so?" Palmer said sincerely, "I don't quite understand."
"Forget it, it would only be a problem if you understood."
Boluogo waved his hand, too lazy to continue discussing this matter with Palmer. He was wondering if he was too sensitive, or if he had guessed the past of Overlord Xilin today, which made him suspicious.
Through the clean floor-to-ceiling windows, endless buildings towered on the ground. In the colorful glare, shadows followed. In that dark corner, a pair of eyes was observing Boluogo from a distance.
This is a distance beyond the limit of human vision, but he so clearly observed Bologo's every move, and even distinguished his words through the shape of Bologo's mouth.
An evil and crazy laugh resounded in his throat, he pressed his palms against the wall, and then slowly brought his fingers together, digging his nails deeply into it, scraping off large swaths of dust.
"I saw him! I saw him!"
The man's voice was suppressed with joy, and in response, an abundant sense of satisfaction was released in the man's body. This feeling was so gratifying that it made the tired and running body feel a little relieved.
In the man's crazy eyes, it seems to be connected to another world, the tiny details are constantly enlarged, and the densely packed seats are gradually revealed.
"Berogo...Berogo Lazarus..."
The Xie Yi Crazy Being was lying on the seat as always, looking at the huge screen in front of him. With the man's vision shared, he could clearly see what Boluogo was doing at the moment.
As the picture continued to zoom in, the screen began to split, and various angles of Bologg were displayed in front of him one by one, as if there were several invisible cameras observing Bologg.
He put his hands together and squeezed them so hard that his joints turned slightly white. He tried his best to restrain his joyful emotions. Constant vibrations came from the depths of the darkness, as if some giant creature was rejoicing.
"Please show me the most perfect story."
He whispered, and just as he was about to continue to see Boluogo's various behaviors clearly, he suddenly remembered another thing. He pressed the remote control, the screen began to switch, and a familiar figure appeared in front of him.
The other person was wearing a funny doll costume, a dog hood on his head, and his ears were drooped. The moment he noticed the other person, the other person also noticed him. Sai Zong slowly raised his head and made a hoarse voice.
"Get out of here, bystander."
The moment the words reached the ears of the onlookers, the picture shattered and withered like a mirror. The man's painful screams and wails could be vaguely heard, followed by the sound of liquid being squeezed and splashing, and the teeth-searing sound of water.
, the sound of bones crushing...
The smile on the bystander's face froze slightly, and he said to himself, "You still have such a bad temper."
Fortunately, he understood Sai Zong's temper very well. He pressed the remote control again, and the screen began to switch to the endless wilderness. Green weeds filled every part of the field of vision, and then the distant whistle sounded slowly.
Onlookers saw the speeding train, which flashed past on the icy rails, and faint cheers came from above, as if an endless feast was going on.
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After clearing the dining table, Bologna and Palmer got together, sat in front of the sofa and watched the video. Neither of them spoke, focusing on the content of the video.
Boluogo liked this kind of atmosphere. He had wanted to build a home theater here a long time ago, and unknowingly, all his small wishes were realized one by one.
Looking back on the scene when he was released from prison, and then looking at the present, sometimes Boluogo couldn't help but lament that as long as he lived long enough, some of his wishes would always come true.
With harsh music and bloody scenes, the irritable protagonist used a chainsaw to cut open the security door, and with screams, smashed the enemy into pieces of meat on the ground.
Palmer pointed at the video, "This guy should have amputated his legs first, so that he could be paralyzed."
Boluogo retorted, "But he doesn't need to be alive. The saw is the same everywhere."
"Yeah..."
This is a very strange scene. Two people watch the video from a professional perspective and at the same time comment on the professionalism of the video.
Near midnight, the movie ended. This was a low-budget violent movie. Apart from a few necessary dialogues, it was all kinds of action and blood... If there were more cold jokes, Boluogo felt that this would
This video is like a true record of his daily work.
Thinking of this, Boluogo asked Palmer abruptly, "Do you want to make a movie?"
"ha?"
Palmer turned on the light and put away the tapes. He didn't hear what Burlogo said clearly.
"nothing."
Bologo waved his hand. Making movies requires strong professionalism. As a layman, it is still too far away for him to want to do this, but this is more or less one of Bologo's wishes.
Sere told him that as an undead, Boluogo had better make a few more wishes so that he would have something to do for the rest of his long life instead of consuming it in alcohol like Sere.
Endless time.
Playing with the radio, Bologo changed the channels and searched for Dudel's station.
In the days when he was not working, Bologo's life was very regular. He would listen to Dudel's radio station every night. Bologo and Dudel were the most familiar strangers.
Along with the harsh sound of electricity, lines that I have heard countless times rang out.
"Hello listeners! I am Dudel, your loyal friend who broadcasts twice a day, welcome to this column!"
I don't know why, but Bologg wanted to laugh as soon as he heard Dudel's opening remarks.
On the other side, Palmer, who often listens to Dudel's radio show, poked his head out and shouted to Burlogo, "Louder!"
Boluogo turned up the volume. They were the only residents on this floor, so they didn't have to worry about disturbing the neighbors next door.
"Before we start our music appreciation session today, I have some big news to share with all the listeners."
Palmer came over, plopped down on the sofa, and listened with Burlogo.
"I interviewed Mr. Blue Jay a few days ago on behalf of the "Grey Fog, Industry and Delicious Shrimp Crackers" radio program."
Blue Jay?
The name Bologger sounded familiar, and Palmer showed a slightly surprised look. He seemed to understand the meaning behind the name.
Borrowgo asked, "Who is the blue jay?"
"You don't even know who the Blue Jay is?" Palmer was surprised. "Then you are really a little ignorant."
"Do not talk nonsense."
"Blue Jay is a very famous author, and he wrote the book "Night Hunters"."
Hearing this, Boluogo realized where this feeling of familiarity came from. It turned out to be this. He placed the book "Night Hunters" on the table and read a few pages.
Boluogo was very interested in this story, and he wanted to find time to read the whole series.
"But Blue Jay hasn't written a new book for almost ten years. Many people think he is dead. It's normal that you don't know..."
Palmer continued, but before he could finish speaking, Dudel interrupted Palmer and left Palmer deeply shocked.
"In the interview, Mr. Blue Jay said that he has been preparing a new book for more than ten years, and this new book will be published soon."
Dudel's voice was calm, like a newscaster's, as if what he was telling was just an ordinary piece of news.
Palmer froze on the spot.
Burlogo patted Palmer and asked, "Are you okay?"
After a short delay, Palmer jumped up from the sofa, spinning in circles and jumping like a monkey. Then he excitedly grabbed Borrowgo's shoulders and shook him vigorously.
"Blue Jay! New book!"
He was as excited as an orangutan who received a banana.
