Opening his eyes, Boluogo rubbed his eyes and got up from the bed. He has always been an extremely self-disciplined person. He always gets up on time, whether it is a working day or a day off. His biological rigor is like a precision-operated machine.
Opening the curtains, the warm light fills the room, bringing a sense of warmth that has not been seen for a long time, and brings bursts of warmth to the body.
Half a month has passed since the terrible vacation in Fengyuan Highlands. Looking back now, it seems like it all happened yesterday. Boluogo simply missed it, put on his slippers, washed his face and brushed his teeth.
On the third day after returning, Palmer was discharged from the hospital under emergency treatment at the border nursing home. Then he fell on the sofa in the living room, wailing constantly and missing his hometown.
Maybe this is what is called homesickness.
Burlogo could understand Palmer, but only to a small extent.
Fengyuan Highland is indeed a good place, but for the current Boluogo, he is not willing to live there for a long time. It is a beautiful land, and everything is wonderful, but it does not belong to Boluogo after all.
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All traces of Boluogo's life have been left in Oath City Opos. This weird, twisted city that continues to expand crazily to this day is his destination.
In the morning light, Boluogo stretched his body vigorously, his muscles relaxed and stretched, and he felt full of strength. Then he changed his clothes and went downstairs for a morning jog along the street.
Boluogo was one of the first people to wake up in the city. The streets were empty and there were not many people around. After Boluogo finished his run, the city slowly recovered.
Returning to the apartment, Boluogo opened the refrigerator, took out the ingredients, and made breakfast in the kitchen. He ate very simply, bread and jam, fried a few eggs and sausages, and poured himself a glass of ice-cold juice.
After picking up the plate and placing the breakfast on the low table in front of the sofa, Boluogo turned on the radio. After a brief sound of electricity, the time connected accurately and a familiar voice sounded.
"Hello listeners! I am Dudel, your loyal friend who broadcasts twice a day, welcome to this column!"
The moment he heard Dudel's voice, Boluogo felt more relaxed than ever before.
From getting up to now, everything is carried out according to the schedule precisely, and everything is firmly under control.
During this short period of time, Boluogo seemed to be the master of all things, controlling their operations.
Burlogo closed his eyes and leaned on the sofa. It felt so good that he felt a little sad when he thought that the delicate schedule would be broken next.
Dudel's opening reminiscence was over, and the music environment was next. When the first song played, Bologo turned up the volume, hummed along with the radio, walked to Palmer's door, and knocked hard
After a few clicks, soon a sound of awakening came from behind the door.
Palmer opened his eyes, which were filled with red bloodshot eyes. After saying those words to Vosilin, he seemed to have untied part of the knot in his heart. He had not drank excessively during this period of time.
It may also be because Sere has not been at home recently.
After Palmer was discharged from the hospital, the first thing he did was to go to the Immortal Club and prepare to question Sere, but Weier said that after several people left, Sere followed them out and has not come back yet.
The violent music came from outside the door, giving Palmer a headache. He always felt that the low audience rating of Dudel's morning radio was related to his style of music selection.
Palmer felt that normal people should listen to some soft music to soothe their mood in this warm and warm morning, rather than engage in heavy metal rock, as if going out is not to go to work, but to go to war.
But yes, Boluogo is not a normal person, and their work is not much different from fighting.
Palmer turned over and covered his head with the quilt. Unlike Bologna's minute-to-minute schedule, Palmer was a casual person who would wake up naturally when he fell asleep.
He still wanted to take a nap, but the gradually increasing volume outside the door hit his door like a heavy hammer. Palmer threw off the quilt and looked at the ceiling in confusion.
Palmer breathed hard, his voice getting louder and louder, like a tractor starting up. After the rattling sound, Palmer woke up completely and sat up suddenly.
"Good morning."
Palmer greeted Burrowgo and scratched his belly, then sat side by side with Burrowgo and ate breakfast.
Palmer forked the sausage and stuffed it into his mouth, "What's going on today?"
"As always, patrolling within the jurisdiction," Borogo said, "Besides...the minister summoned me."
"minister?"
"Well, Minister Nathaniel."
Palmer was a little surprised. He didn't expect that Boluogo would be summoned by that mysterious guy.
"Something about work," Bologeau said.
When he heard about the work, Palmer lost interest completely and continued to fork food and stuff it into his mouth.
Palmer suggested, "Say, Bologna, can you make something else for breakfast?"
Boluogo asked, "Tired of eating?"
"Kind of."
Burlogo vetoed Palmer's proposal, "People who are not involved in production have no right to make demands."
If he hadn't felt uncomfortable eating alone, Burlogo wouldn't have planned to bring a portion to Palmer, a lazy dog.
After the meal, the dishes were piled in the sink, and Palmer did nothing else, but he at least washed the dishes.
The quality of the dishwashing is determined by Palmer's mental state. When the guy's brain is clouded from sleep, Bologna needs to wash it a second time himself.
If it weren't for the relationship between the two, from the perspective of roommates, Palmer would undoubtedly be a complete negative asset.
"It doesn't matter, he won't live long anyway."
Boluogo often comforted himself in this way.
After tidying up his clothes, Boluogo still looked meticulous. Palmer picked up the car keys, put the key ring on his fingertips, and turned it around.
He opened the door and made a "please" gesture to Boluogo.
The car drove out of the parking lot and headed towards the Order Bureau. The two of them chatted in the car without saying a word.
Boluogo asked, "Did you find out the reason from Church?"
Palmer also mentioned Church's suspicion to himself afterwards, but since the priority of the matter was not high, Bologo didn't pay much attention to it.
"No," Palmer shook his head, "Unlike someone like me who can talk about all his life experiences while chatting, Church has a very strict mouth."
"What he doesn't want to say, even if he forces it, he can't get the answer... You know, he is an iron whistle, and torture will not work on him."
Withstanding the enemy's torture in order to protect key intelligence is a compulsory course for every iron sentry.
"Ah? You were once an Iron Whistle, but why can't I see it at all?"
Boluogo said suspiciously. He still remembered the first time he met Palmer. This guy was not a tough talker. In order to save his life, he would answer whatever the other party asked.
"This is different, okay. I'm just more tactful. Anyway, it's all wrong information. The other party can get what he needs, and I don't have to suffer the pain. Isn't it the best of both worlds?"
Burlogo glanced sideways at Palmer, his eyes filled with contempt.
"But how can I put it...probably everyone has some psychological problems of their own to some extent."
Palmer raised a hand and waved it wildly in the air, making metaphors.
"Maybe Church has his own troubles, but he doesn't want to talk to us. I don't think we should be too pushy about this kind of thing. Maybe one day he will look away and be willing to talk to us."
"I hope so."
Bologo recalled things about Church. He had always been a person with a good memory, but when he recalled Church, all his memories were covered with a fuzzy texture.
If it weren't for Palmer's mention, Burlogo would never think of this person at all, as if he didn't exist.
Palmer honked the horn, interrupting Burlogo's thinking. He rolled down the window, stuck his head out, and yelled at the car in front of him.
After spending a long time with Boluogo, Palmer also started to show signs of road rage syndrome.
Borlog tried to dissuade him, "Be quiet."
Palmer hates the crowded roads in the morning. “It’s not like you’re driving the car!”
"I want to drive too, but I don't have a driver's license."
Boluogo spread his hands and said it was none of my business, "You don't want to have your car impounded, right?"
"Haven't you ever thought about getting a driver's license? It's not difficult for you, right?"
Palmer didn't understand that Burlogo's driving skills were top-notch and he was a beast on the road, but he would always sit in the passenger seat unless necessary.
Bologo shook his head and explained to Palmer, "You need to think this way, Palmer, if I can even fulfill the function of driving, do you still have any value in existence?"
After saying this, Boluogo's expression became more intense, almost writing "You are completely useless except driving" written on his face.
Palmer's expression suddenly fell, and he stared ahead. The silence in the car lasted for a while.
"Would you like to play board games tonight?"
"where?"
"Club of the Immortal."
Boluogo recalled the recent events. Apart from the conversation with Nathaniel, there was nothing important...
Life is like this, not every day is about fighting and killing, but more often than not, like now, we are killing time by chatting with each other on crowded roads with no nutrition at all.
