"As you know, we have been very busy at work recently. We have been so busy that we sleep in the laboratory and never leave each other."
On the top of the observation tower, Boluogo and Aimu were sitting on the bench. Above their heads was the gradually darkening sky. The deep night sky gradually appeared, and the stars twinkled in the darkness.
Below the two people, there was a sea of rolling clouds. The light emitted by the city reflected a bright red color on the sea of clouds. Through the gaps in the clouds, densely packed high-rise buildings were faintly visible.
Boluogo sat next to Aimu, listening patiently to her complaints, with a smile on his face from time to time to express his greetings.
It seems that Aimu has been under pressure from work for a long time and complains endlessly.
"I'm better off. The body of steel can prevent me from feeling tired, but senior sister is in a bad situation. She drinks a cup of coffee every two hours, and when she rests, she puts herself in a sleeping bag and stuffs herself under the table."
Because of working together, Aimu and Bailey got along more and more harmoniously. Aimu found that at work, his senior sister was still very reliable, but once he left work, in life, Aimu could only
I want to stay away from Bailey.
Thinking of this, Aimu hesitated. She recalled that in the laboratory, Bailey opened the sleeping bag with a smile on her face and invited Aimu to sleep with her. She was grateful that the work made Baili exhausted, otherwise Aimu would have almost been dragged down by her.
Go in.
It’s better not to talk about these things. Although Bailey’s madness has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, Aimu still feels that as his senior sister, even for the sake of the reputation of the school, he should make up for her to some extent.
Boluogo asked, "Now that you are out, is your work over?"
"That's right. We have finished the preliminary work, and now the Scholars Hall is in charge."
Thinking of those old scholars, Aimu only had respect in his heart. When a few people could still be busy and leisurely and joking, those scholars who relied on medicines and machinery to make a living were like flesh-and-blood machines. Apart from low-pitched conversations,
Apart from the sounds of people breathing and rough breathing, their working atmosphere was eerily quiet and depressing.
At this moment, soft flesh replaced steel. Aimu looked at the scene outside, took a deep breath of fresh air, and then let out a long sigh.
With the attachment of flesh and blood, the feeling of fatigue became more intense. If it were not evening but afternoon, Aimu would like to take a lazy nap here in the sun.
Seeing Amu's tired look, Boluogo said, "Did I disturb you?"
"What do you mean?"
Perhaps she was once an alchemy doll, but Aimu doesn't like the cryptic conversations between humans. In those tortuous words, her understanding will always be ambiguous, and then the conversation will go in the opposite direction.
.
Therefore, Aimu likes the efficiency of machinery, and his words are so straightforward that he will not guess any wrong ideas.
only……
But even though she felt this way, as she completely became a real human and integrated into ordinary people's lives, Aimu found that this was not absolute, and she was also a little obsessed with human beings' implicitness and concealment, which made people
The interactions and facts are a bit more unreal and dreamy.
Just like now, according to her own thoughts, Aimu knew very well what she should say to Boluogo, but the implicitness enveloped her heart, making it difficult for her true thoughts to escape.
"They said you became the team leader?" Aimu brought up another topic to prevent the atmosphere from falling into silence, "It's so fast... You are worthy of being the best newcomer of the year."
If he had heard Amu's words before, Boluogo might have been a little proud, but now he only felt bitter in his heart.
"Yes, I became the team leader," Boluogo murmured, "I still have an unreal feeling."
In the field department, the highest position that every field employee can reach is to become a team leader. For many people, this is something that takes more than ten years to achieve, but it only took Boluogo three years.
Just years.
Bologg knows that he cannot compare like this. Compared with ordinary field staff, he has too many special features. He is undead and the chosen one... It is these identities one after another that make Bologg qualified to assume this position.
From the beginning to the end, Boluogo was sober and did not let his pride swallow up his reason, but he still could not stop the strange pressure from covering his mind.
"Did something happen?"
Seeing Boluogo's depressed look, Amu felt uneasy in his heart.
"A lot of things happened...a lot of things."
The sky darkened completely, and the bright moon hung high in the sky. Boluogo quietly told Aimu about the experience of his first operation. He told almost the whole story, only concealing the information about the Xilin suicide bombing.
The attack on the kennel.
This is the truth of the secret war, a devil's conspiracy.
Boluogo didn't know what kind of shock he would cause within the Bureau of Order by telling such a fact. He needed to meet the public. No matter how much he disliked the monster, Boluogo still had to admit that this kind of
At this time, he needs everyone, the wisdom of all the previous directors of the Bureau of Order, and all the heroes.
After listening to Boluogo's story, Aimu's tired consciousness became energetic again. She whispered the name in a low voice, "Church..."
Then Aimu realized something, "Where is Palmer? Is he okay?"
The appearance of his partner appeared in front of Boluogo's eyes, "Palmer..."
"Palmer needs help," Amy said.
Boluogo hesitated for a moment, then shook his head, "No, he will take care of it."
It's not that Boluogo doesn't want to help Palmer and give him comfort, but Boluogo knows very well that Palmer doesn't need such a thing, even though Palmer always seems to make people suspicious of him.
Whether his mental age and intelligence are sound, but Boluogo knows the nature of Palmer very well, and he has a better understanding of what Palmer is thinking in his heart in this situation.
"Palmer doesn't need my comfort, he knows who will give him peace."
Burlogo went on to say, "I have experienced similar things and I know what Palmer is thinking. In addition to the peace she gives him, he also needs some time."
"Need a moment to calm down?"
"No."
Boluogo denied Aimu's words, "I mean, he needs some time to hone his skills, polish the sharp dagger, find the enemy who hurt Church, and then slit his throat with his own hands."
Aimu was silent for a while. Boluogo had vaguely mentioned something about Adele to her, and then Aimu asked in an extremely complicated tone.
"That's how you were... at that time?"
"More or less," Boluogo thought for a moment, "maybe a little more extreme."
Aimu's expression became more complicated. She knew that this was a serious matter and she was not qualified to judge Bologna and Palmer, but she still felt that it was a bit crazy.
"You may think this is abnormal, or even a little abnormal, but there is nothing you can do about it. People in our profession are always accompanied by death. It is impossible for you to say that there is no psychological problem... to be precise
, if a person dances with death every day and he does not have psychological problems, then the matter itself is already very distorted."
Bologg tried to explain his life and work to Aimu. Although Aimu often acted with Bologg, most of the time, Aimu was only responsible for assisting and providing strength.
According to the law, Bologo is the mastermind of the murder, and Aimu is just an accessory. If the defense lawyer is good enough, Aimu can be regarded as being coerced.
"We need some channels to vent the twisted anger in our hearts," Bologo continued. "Breaking the enemy's limbs and listening to their wails is a very good way to relieve stress."
Aimu didn't know what to say at all.
Boluogo took a long breath. He knew that his words were a little too distorted, but once the chat box was opened, he couldn't help but expose the most cruel thoughts in his heart.
Thinking of this, Boluogo suddenly realized something. He looked in the distant direction and whispered in a very low voice.
"My revenge is not over yet."
In the blink of an eye, there seemed to be a pillar of light rising from the ground. It was far beyond the end of the horizon, located in the Kogadel Empire. It was the headquarters of the King's Secret Sword and one of the behemoths that had entrenched itself on the continent in the past hundred years.
cowardly
In Borgo's night of revenge, although he stopped the train from leaving Opos and killed Thorndike with his own hands, the power given by the tyrant still did not end. A pillar of light symbolizing the revenge of the enemy was located at the far end.
, that is a place that Boluogo cannot reach.
When the first ray of morning light came, the enemy's beam of light merged into the light and disappeared.
It disappeared, but Bologger still remembered it all.
If there is anything more terrifying than a dedicated avenger, it is only when that avenger is immortal.
Bologg gently rubbed his cuffs, and the silver snake composed of snake scales wrapped around his wrist. The cold metal touch gave Bologg an inexplicable sense of security.
After letting out a deep breath and the desire for revenge, Boluogo felt a burst of fatigue, followed by a pallor in his heart.
Boluogo vaguely understood what everyone said. Revenge is indeed a raging fire, but the fire will eventually be extinguished, but the light will not. It will remain immortal together with the blazing sun.
Borogo needs something like the sun.
"Aimu..."
Boluogo suddenly spoke, as if he had taken off all his guard, Boluogo said quietly.
