As his accomplice that night, Palmer was also under house arrest here, but this guy was completely unaware of this. Palmer thought that Lebius finally found his conscience and gave him a long vacation.
"It seems that our boss is not such a ruthless and rigid person." Palmer also said of Lebius.
Boluogo couldn't bear to break the unfortunate man's fantasy, and told him that this was not a holiday at all, but house arrest, and maybe you and I would be in jail together tomorrow.
During this time, Palmer ate and slept a lot, and was extremely happy. Bologna could barely be considered his roommate. After being in contact with him for 24 hours, Bologo discovered that Palmer was truly big-hearted and big-hearted.
Even Bologg suspected that this guy had some intellectual problems.
"Hello? What are you staring at?" Palmer frowned, "Reading early in the morning, you are so eager to learn."
"No...nothing."
Boluogo put away all the books, and the black books were pushed at the bottom. Palmer was very worried, but this black book seemed to carry a curse. No one knew what would happen to Palmer after reading it.
What.
The strange coldness and depression disappeared, as if everything just now was just his illusion. What surprised Boluogo was that it was Palmer who rescued him.
"I don't have much appetite, you can eat it by yourself," Boluogo said, picking up the pile of books, "I'm going to take a walk outside."
"oh."
Palmer nodded, not knowing what was happening.
Border sanatoriums mainly treat employees injured in action, but not every day has fatal work, and not every day someone is injured.
Therefore, there are very few patients in the border sanatorium. Most of the time, its function is to conduct medical research.
Palmer leaned on crutches and passed by wards one after another. They were all empty and no one was there. The nurse told him that there were no more than ten patients in this building, including himself and Boluogo.
They treat these patients like cherished animals in the eyes of nurses. Sometimes the looks they give them are unsettling, but most of the time they are treated like wonderful treats.
"Hey! Everyone! Good morning."
Entering the white auditorium, Palmer waved and shouted.
This is the canteen of the medical department. The huge white auditorium can accommodate hundreds of people eating at the same time. Under normal circumstances, many activities are also held here, but these are what the nurses said. Palmer doesn't know what the specific situation is.
Know.
"How did you sleep last night?"
"Here's what's for breakfast today."
"How are you feeling physically?"
Compared with Boluogo, Palmer is very popular among nurses. This guy always has a smile on his face. He can also jump on one leg and tell cold jokes to everyone, making everyone very happy.
.
As for Boluogo, even though this guy has become a lot more cheerful, his expression is still gloomy, giving the impression that he is like a piece of cold iron, which makes the nurses very afraid to talk to him.
Palmer also mentioned it to Burlogo several times, but Burlogo didn't care about these things. He was always independent of the environment.
But Palmer is different. Whenever this guy goes into a strange environment, the first thing he has to do is to blend in and become his own person among them.
Judging from Palmer's progress, he will put on a white coat and go to the clinic in a few days.
After eating and drinking, Palmer wandered around the nursing home on crutches. Such pleasant time was rare and he had to enjoy it more quickly.
After walking two steps, Palmer realized something and asked the passing nurse about today's date. Only then did he realize that he had almost missed something.
The pace of life in the sanatorium was so slow that Palmer's mind almost turned into a comfortable blank. He didn't have to think about anything or do anything. He only had to eat and drink every day, and then sleep until dawn. This was great.
In the ward, Boluogo had already left. He looked at the garden outside the window and did not see his figure.
Palmer looked around like a thief, tightened the curtains, closed the door, and sat back on his bed.
In order to make it easier for them to contact the doctor and receive information, the doctors added telephones to their wards. Palmer looked at the phone beside the bed, and for the first time he could not smile anymore on his ever-smiling face.
"Ah...comedians also need to take off their makeup. It's always difficult at this time."
Palmer's face completely fell, and his tone was full of despair, but there was nothing he could do about it.
Leaning against the wall, he hesitated for a moment, then reached out and dialed the number.
After a short busy tone, the phone was connected. The depressed face was no longer there, and Palmer's face was filled with a smile, but this smile was a little too deliberate and too hard.
"W-S-Lin-!"
Palmer yelled the opponent's name, and deliberately lengthened the tone, like a host in the ring, cheering for the arrival of the next boxer.
Before the voice stopped, the same response came from the other end of the phone, but compared to Palmer's powerful voice, the response was undoubtedly much weaker, but she still shouted.
"Pa-er-mo-!"
It was as if two naughty kids were yelling at each other on the phone, and the two of them burst out laughing. They had done this many times, and they would do it almost every Friday, and they never got tired of it.
After completing the usual greetings, Palmer said to the person on the other end of the phone.
"Woxilin, how are you doing lately? Are you feeling better?"
"I'm getting better. I can go out for a walk, but I still can't walk for too long. If I go too long, I'll be dragged back and locked in the house." Vosilin complained.
"Listen to my family, that damn place in Fengyuan Highland is very windy, so be careful of catching a cold," Palmer said with concern.
"I know, I know, by the way, I also learned the kazoo recently, do you want to listen? This thing doesn't consume much physical energy, so no one objected to me."
He asked Palmer for his opinion, but before Palmer could answer, a series of strange and rhythmic fart sounds started to sound.
Palmer could picture the guy holding the flute and twisting it while playing.
"Do you have gastroenteritis?"
"This is a tune, a tune!" Vosilin protested.
Palmer couldn't stop laughing and started to speak intermittently, "You are still awesome. No matter how hard I try, I can't learn how to be a comedian like you."
"To each other."
After laughing enough, Vosilin asked again.
"How are you doing? How is your new partner?"
"It's not bad. He's a ruthless guy who kills people without batting an eyelid," Palmer praised. "Wow, you feel so safe when you act with him."
"Won't it be difficult to get along with?" Vosilin asked.
"No, although he is a violent maniac, he is actually quite neurotic."
Palmer tried to describe to Vosilin what he saw of Bologna.
"This guy always looks serious, just... very serious, but sometimes this guy will say some weird things. With his serious attitude and serious tone, it makes people want to laugh."
"for example?"
Palmer thought for a while, and based on his understanding of Bologo, he imagined such a scenario.
"For example, he always makes himself clean and tidy before taking action, but as soon as he is stained with blood, he loses control like a mad dog. He will tell cold jokes and break other people's bones at the same time.
If you ask him, ‘What did I do wrong?’, he might reply with a strange excuse like ‘Your clothes are terrible.’”
At this point, Palmer himself couldn't help but laugh, but Vosilin on the other end of the conversation laughed louder than him until he coughed.
"Sounds like he'd be a very interesting person."
"It's really interesting. He's probably the sultry type, very cold on the outside, but full of drama on the inside."
Recalling the stormy night when Burlogo spoke like a lunatic, Palmer said, "He still has some acting personality and can stand on the stage anytime and anywhere."
Palmer remembered something and continued.
"When I have time to go back, I might be able to take him with me and let you take a look."
"Okay...then when can you come back?" Wosilin asked.
"Well, maybe I can go back soon. Don't worry, I'm very lucky and won't die."
Palmer thought about the words and spoke his own soothing words.
"You too, remember to take good care of your health. If you die, you will have nothing."
"I know, I know."
After a few more rambles, Palmer hung up the phone, ending this weekly phone call.
However, Palmer didn't look happy when he ended the phone call. He felt that life is like this sometimes, and you are immersed in another life and forget all your worries.
But the troubles were not solved, they were just ignored and avoided by me.
Palmer's expression relaxed. It was like this every time. He felt happy and sad at the same time. The complex emotions made him at a loss.
If Burlogo were here and saw Palmer like this, he would definitely scream in surprise.
Palmer rarely had quiet moments, and now he looked blank, huddled quietly in the corner, very much like the depressed philosopher he said.