In Jeffrey's words, the Great Rift is a hellish place that has been in chaos for decades. No matter how hard you try, you can't change this place in just one or two days, and this place won't change even if you work less.
The sky has completely slipped into the abyss.
Order is an interesting thing. Even in a crazy place, there will be corresponding rules, even if the rules are bloody.
After saying these words to himself, Jeffrey showed that damn smile, and then rejected Boluogo's overtime application.
"This is a rare opportunity, Boluogo, you must seize it."
Jeffrey's damn words kept swirling in his mind.
Boluogo sat in the sidecar of his motorcycle, looking blankly at the night street scene in Opos, letting the cold wind blow by, messing up his thoughts.
"Don't worry, Boluogo, Bailey is not a monster, she won't eat you," Palmer shouted loudly while riding his motorcycle, trying to cover up the sound of the engine, "Tomorrow is not an experiment, she just calls you
I’m just going to get the equipment.”
"Then will you come with me?" Boluogo asked.
"Me? I'll forget it,"
"Aren't you quite indifferent, why are you scared now?" Boluogo mocked.
"It's not a matter of fear or not," Palmer said a little embarrassed. The motorcycle slowed down and stopped at the red light. He lowered his head and said to Boluogo, "How should I put it... I'm not allowed to sublimate.
The furnace core is broken."
"prohibit?"
"Hmm, Bailey, don't be harsh. If I dare to sublimate the furnace core again, she will sink me into the No. 4 furnace."
"Why?"
Burlogo didn't understand that Palmer was a cheerful guy and very easy to get along with. Burlogo thought that his popularity would be quite good. However, after this period of time, Burlogo felt that something was obviously wrong with the actual situation.
Every time he went to the Crow's Nest, the people who heard that Palmer was his partner all cast pitiful looks. On a few occasions, Burlogo even met Church, Palmer's former partner.
I was very surprised to see myself in full swing.
"How are you lately?" Qiu Qi asked with concern.
"Huh? Not bad." Boluogo didn't understand what he was asking.
Now Palmer not only has conflicts with Crow's Nest, he also seems to have enmity with Bailey, which makes Bologg infinitely curious about his partner.
"what happened?"
Facing Boluogo's questioning, Palmer looked a little embarrassed. After thinking about it, he hesitated.
"I just... went to the sublimation furnace core, and accidentally... caused some... minor problems," Palmer's tone suddenly became firm, "Yes, the minor problems are just some failed experiments. After all, it is
When exploring unknown truths, failure is common, right?"
Boluogo was stunned for a few seconds, and he didn't react until the green light turned on and the motorcycle roared forward.
"Oh my god..."
Boluogo covered his face and sighed.
"I don't want to, but I'm so unlucky, what can I do?" Palmer shouted, "If I can find that damn devil, I will stab him a few times."
Boluogo's expression was complicated, and he really didn't know what expression to show.
This time, he and Palmer were operating in the Great Rift, and they also encountered many unfortunate things during this period, such as the sudden breakage of the air corridor a few days ago. Fortunately, both of them were wearing adaptive arms, and the hook rope was in the complex situation of the Great Rift.
Very useful in this environment.
Another example is when fighting a group of demons on a cliff building, the crooked building suddenly collapsed and collapsed.
This kind of thing is quite common in the Wandering Fork Road. These weird buildings have no stability at all, and they may collapse at any time. But when Boluogo climbed out of the rubble, relying on the secret power of recruiting,
With his hand, he opened a gap in the cliff to hide, but he couldn't help but cast his eyes on Palmer.
Within two weeks, there were countless such things, and Boluogo got used to it. Later, he didn't even think it was bad luck, it was just an unexpected situation encountered during field operations.
Yes, emergencies are like this.
Only now did Bologg realize that maybe these were all activated by Palmer's "gift", and he had become accustomed to all of this in his endless misfortune, and even regarded it as normal.
"Habit is a terrible force."
Boluogo shook his head and muttered to himself.
The motorcycle stopped slowly, Palmer glanced at Burlogo, and then asked.
"Are you here? Is that okay?"
"Okay, today is purchasing day," Bologg stood up and stepped out of the sidecar, took off his helmet and put it back in the sidecar. "Are you ready to rest tomorrow?"
Palmer didn't plan to go with him to sublimate the furnace core, and it was unrealistic for him to go to the Great Rift alone. This guy was so tired that he would probably sleep at home all day.
"Yeah, if I sleep all day long, no one can get me up."
Palmer said firmly that the action in the Great Rift was quite interesting, but besides being interesting, it was also endless torture, complicated terrain, rampant monsters and monsters, toxic gases...
The spirit needs to be tense every second. If he maintains this state for a long time, Palmer feels that he is going to have a mental breakdown. Compared with this, he loves his previous job very much. At least it was operating in the city at that time. When he is tired, he will
You can go to a coffee shop on the street to take a break.
"See you the day after tomorrow!" Bologo waved to Palmer.
As the motorcycles gradually disappeared into the streets, Boluogo remembered his previous fantasy about having a car. As a result, he was directly sent to a ghost place called the Great Rift, where cars would not work.
Walking into "Charlie's House", this thrift store that Burlogo often visited, he said he came here to do some shopping on shopping day.
"Yo! Charlie."
Opening the door, Boluogo greeted the boss behind the counter.
"Long time no see, Bologg. It must have been half a month since you came." Charlie recognized Bologg at a glance.
Charlie couldn't recognize Bologg even if he wanted to. This guy's temperament was really wonderful. When Bologg was in the crowd, it was difficult for you to distinguish him from the crowd, but when he was alone, he had that aura about him.
It has a cold meaning but is sharp enough to hit your eyeballs.
"I've been very busy with work recently, so I have time to take a look." Boluogo walked directly towards the shelves, "Are there any new products?"
"They're all over there, you'd better pick them up quickly, I'm going to close the store." Charlie said.
Boluogo waved his hand to show that he heard.
Covering his nose and cleaning the dust, Bologo picked out a few records and saw some strange things in the corner.
"What are these, dolls? Do you still collect such things?" Boluogo picked up a rabbit doll from the carton. It should be white, but it has been left in the corner for a long time and is covered with dust.
The color also became gray.
"Guess where I got all these goods." Charlie did not directly answer Boluogo's question, but asked instead.
"Someone is selling you old goods... I remember there is a centralized second-hand market in Opos. In addition to these, you should also buy goods there." Boluogo said.
"Absolutely, but you know what? Boluogo, in fact, a lot of goods are not considered second-hand goods, but more of dead people's things."
"Things belonging to dead people?" Boluogo asked doubtfully.
"When a person dies, his family doesn't know what to do with his belongings. Some will be kept as souvenirs, while some unimportant things will be sold as secondhand goods. This is how many goods come from.
.”
Charlie shrugged, with a strange smile on his face, and said to Boluogo.
"Of course, when you sell goods, you won't say they are dead people's goods, they are just second-hand goods. Why, do you feel scared?"
"No." Boluogo shook his head.
Charlie was a little surprised. Many guests would make different comments after knowing this, but what they had in common was that everyone felt a little uneasy. However, Charlie could not see any emotional ups and downs on Bologna's face.
It's true that there are no emotional ups and downs. Charlie doesn't know what Burlogo's work is, let alone the things of dead people. Even if the room is full of corpses, Burlogo won't even blink his eyes. He might still be there.
He would check the body carefully to see if there were any living people, and then add that stabbing wound.
"Second goods being sold? A person's belongings have all been sold. It sounds like he died all over again." Boluogo whispered.
"There's nothing we can do about it," Charlie said helplessly. "Some people need money, and some people need to escape grief. Anyway, everyone makes different choices."
"There should be people who would leave these things behind and keep everything as if they had never left," Bologo said.
"Who knows? If there is such a person, I probably don't know him. After all, I am a junk dealer."
Charlie laughed as he spoke. He stretched out his hand to take the goods selected by Boluogo, and then said.
"But such a person should be trapped in a whirlpool of grief and unable to extricate himself."