Endless Debt-Chapter 887 - 31: Unconsciously

Bologue hurried through the streets, completely ignoring the strange looks from passersby.

At this moment, Bologue appeared somewhat disheveled; the overlap with the Void Realm had obliterated his flesh, along with the pants below his thighs. Now, his flesh had healed, but his shoes were entirely gone, leaving only half of his pants.

Just looking at Bologue’s upper body, you’d think he was a successful company employee, but looking at his lower body, you’d think he was a homeless wanderer.

Bologue didn’t have the mind to care about others’ gazes. He hurried out of the Border Sanatorium, completely unaware of how much time had passed since his death, nor did he know the result of the first negotiation.

His mind was filled with too many questions, these worries were already exhausting Bologue, and before he could rest for a moment, Serey and Wei’Er dealt him a heavy blow. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

Emotional issues.

Based on Bologue’s priority for problem-solving, personal emotional issues were undoubtedly the lowest priority. Bologue would never consider this issue, but with the two of them nagging like this, on this hurried journey, Bologue’s mind was constantly plagued, unable to shake it off.

One second it was a fierce battle with the Silent Ones, the next second it was the two stupid faces of Serey and Wei’Er, followed by the suspicions from the Decision Room, and then Aimou’s smile just couldn’t stop appearing.

Bologue realized that experts are not omnipotent.

From assassinating targets to tracking enemies, Bologue could be considered as unscrupulous in committing crimes, and every job had rich experience.

At least nearly a hundred years of work experience; in this regard, few in this world could surpass Bologue.

Bologue was so efficient and powerful, but there was one thing he had never dealt with.

Emotional issues.

"Damn it!"

Bologue knocked his head, trying hard not to think about these things. Perhaps it was the shock of Adelle’s death that was too great for him; all along, Bologue tried to suppress his emotions to prevent unnecessary trouble, but now these emotions were like toxins, completely permeating Bologue’s thoughts.

Following the route in his memory toward the Order Bureau, Bologue’s thoughts were battling each other, completely oblivious to the surroundings.

A piercing siren sounded, and a car screeched to a halt beside Bologue, the driver leaned out of the window cursing this red-light-running bastard. Pedestrians turned their heads, looking at this man who seemed both like a homeless wanderer and a company employee.

Bologue completely ignored this, and then his figure faltered, accompanied by a sharp brake noise, his body uncontrollably crashed into the street corner.

When Bologue crawled out of the shattered shop window with a bloody head, the whole street was in disarray, the streetlight had toppled over, and the pedestrians were utterly terrified.

Bologue always felt that long ago, he had experienced something similar, but none of this mattered anymore; under the astonished gazes of the crowd, Bologue wiped the blood from his face and continued toward the Order Bureau.

What on earth was going on?

Bologue felt now was not a good time to ponder this question, but he couldn’t stop himself from thinking, and for the first time, a barren heart began to feel this kind of impulse, and with the increasing frequency of thoughts, this impulse became more and more intense.

"Rational thinking."

Bologue muttered to himself, thinking from a rational perspective would help the individual get the optimal answers.

So where to start?

The initial encounter? Bologue had always been a cold person, but when meeting Aimou, he rarely showed a slightly gentle side. Now in retrospect, Bologue thought it was just a momentary kindness and empathy.

Bologue understood the predicament Aimou was in at that time, resonated with her thoughts, and felt he should help her, just like Adelle helped him.

No matter how indifferent Bologue was, he believed he was still human, and humans are social creatures who help each other.

Bologue knew how bad it is to sink down, he deeply experienced that feeling, and compared to the days of solitude in the Shenbei District, life in the Black Prison had become better.

So he helped Aimou, even showing an unusual amount of patience, even after Aimou made such a mess later on, he still chose to save her.

In Bologue’s eyes, Aimou was different from the desperadoes he had encountered, she was just a child whose mind was not yet mature, living in a twisted environment, needing proper guidance and help.

Just like himself.

This was not just saving Aimou, it was also saving Bologue himself, fulfilling the promise written in his diary to Adelle.

Everything was normal until this moment.

Then when did it begin to distort?

Bologue thought as he entered the Order Bureau.

The staff at the Order Bureau were already accustomed to various anomalies, but seeing Bologue with blood on his head, barefoot, and muttering to himself, everyone couldn’t help but stop and observe.

Blood reversed, the wound on Bologue’s head healed, and he continued forward, his body instincts already familiar with the route.

After continuous thought, Bologue still couldn’t figure out when the change happened. It did not have a clear time point, it was not at a certain moment that Aimou suddenly invaded Bologue’s world, but rather unknowingly seeped in like poison.