Aimu looked confused, obviously she didn't understand what the so-called "party" was.
"You can understand it as a group of people celebrating some strange things for a strange reason. Anyway, it's a pretty happy scene."
Bologg explained to Aimu in a way that he understood. For so long, he had hardly participated in the parties of the Undead Club. The main reason was that every time these crazy people had too much fun, Bologg couldn't accept it.
But one thing they did quite well was that the scene was really joyful. Even a stern person like Bologg tried to suppress his laughter when he saw Sere flying on the steel pipe.
"They are... some of my friends, they are all undead. They are very interested in you. I think you are too, right?" Boluogo continued.
"The undead? A group of undead?" Aimu muttered repeatedly, the aura in his eyes spreading slightly.
She was shocked when she met Bologg, an undead person, but judging from what Bologg said, there were not only Bologg, the undead, but also a large group of undead people in Opos.
When did the undead become so worthless? They are everywhere.
"They are also quite interested in you. They want to meet you. Maybe they can solve some problems for you, such as...about Alice."
Every time he mentioned Alice, Bologger felt a little uneasy.
When a person dies, he or she is dead, and there is nothing left, but Aimu can see Alice's phantom and talk to her. It's like instinct. Boluogo feels that this matter is not that simple.
During the conversation with Aimu, Aimu said everything was normal.
Boluogo trusted Aimu and believed that Aimu would not deceive him, but he felt that it was not that simple...
"Amu? Come here to work!"
After the two talked for a while, Bailey's voice came over.
Currently, Aimu is working as an intern in the sublimation furnace core... as Bailey's assistant.
"I can finally take some time off to do my own thing." Badr was very grateful for Amu's arrival.
After spending a few minutes together with Bailie, Boluogo began to feel uncomfortable. He didn't know how Baldur had survived all these years. He asked Baldur, and Baldur simply replied.
"Used to it."
There was so much bitterness and tears hidden behind this simple sentence that Boluogo no longer knew what to say.
"Okay, then I'll pick you up in the evening." Boluogo and Aimu made an appointment.
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"I really feel sorry for you all, but you also know that as an excellent field staff, I will eventually return to the battlefield one day."
On the subway platform of the Border Nursing Home, Palmer greeted the nurses who took care of him with a sad look on his face and bid farewell affectionately.
"Thank you very much."
Palmer bowed deeply and almost burst into tears.
After being away from home for so long, he rarely felt humanistic care here. If it hadn't been for the message from Lebius, he would have resigned automatically if he didn't return to work. Palmer really wanted to stay here for a while longer.
"Everyone! We will remember you! As long as I don't die outside, we will meet again one day."
The subway roared and stopped behind Palmer. He waved to the nurse who came to see him off and walked into the car with a look of reluctance.
It was clear that he was returning to work, but Palmer looked like he was in hell, although judging from the nature of his work, this was correct.
The nurses kept their iconic smiles and waved to Palmer through the car window until the car door closed. After the subway drove Palmer towards the nursery, the smiles on their faces gradually stiffened and then collapsed.
.
"Ah... finally sent this guy away."
"This guy is too childish. I feel like I'm taking care of a child these days."
"Are all field staff like this now? How does the field department recruit people?"
Out of the professional ethics of medical staff, every nurse showed enough patience when taking care of Palmer, but the more patient and tolerant they were, the more presumptuous Palmer became.
Palmer didn't do anything extreme, but he accumulated a lot of mentally retarded behavior, which inevitably made the nurses feel bad.
"Actually... I think he's okay. Although it's said to be childish, it can also be understood as naive, right?"
A nurse whispered, and the others were stunned for a moment, and their minds could not help but recall the recent events related to Palmer.
This guy was crazy about trying to please the nurses. He thought he wanted to get some contraband, but it turned out that he just asked someone to get a few tapes. Or maybe he was doing something mysteriously in the middle of the night. When the nurses kicked open the door, they only saw
I saw this guy mixing medical alcohol with water, so I looked into whether I could mix some drinking wine.
After a short period of thinking, the nurses agreed that Palmer was not a bad person, but he was short of brains.
Then I remembered the rumors about Palmer. It was said that he was a normal person before and was the best new employee of the year in the field department. However, during a subsequent mission, he had an accident and injured his brain. He was unable to recover.
His family also severed ties with him because of this. He is a truly tragic figure...
Of course, Palmer couldn't hear the discussions behind them at all. He was still figuring out what to do next.
Palmer could have been discharged from the hospital a few days ago, but he used various excuses and lay motionless in the border nursing home until Lebius couldn't bear it anymore and issued an ultimatum, and he was reluctant to leave.
I packed my luggage and returned to the living room.
According to the current situation, Palmer only returned to see Liebius, and there should be no tasks assigned to him for the time being.
The fact is as Palmer thought, the sixth team is now tracking TEDA, and until there is new progress, the special operations team is idle.
"That means I can go home directly, right?"
In the office, Palmer hesitated and said to Lebius.
"That's the theory." Lebius said without raising his head.
"What do you mean, theoretically?"
Palmer didn't understand, and then he saw Lebius pointing to the documents piled aside and saying, "Uriel is on leave today, come and help me organize these documents."
"Is...isn't this bad? Team leader." Palmer didn't want to work, "I'm a field clerk and I can't do this kind of clerical job."
"According to the approval, you should have returned to the office to report a few days ago, but you didn't come back until today... Can I count you as absent from work without reason?"
Lebius hit the point directly, and Palmer was speechless for a moment, and then...then he didn't say anything and silently packed up the documents on the desktop.
Serving tea and water, sweeping the floor and tapping on the back.
A few hours ago, Palmer was still working as a master in the border sanatorium and was carefully taken care of by the nurses. After returning to the nursery, he became a servant in one fell swoop and was ordered around by Lebius.
The contrast was so great that Palmer's emotions surged, but he had no choice. Since the Clarks family cut off Palmer's living expenses, Palmer's only source of income was the salary of the field department.
, he could only go to Serei.
Palmer knew one thing very well. He and Sere were only superficially friendly. If he really defected to him and his family knew about it, he would really not be able to go back to Fengyuan Highlands.
After being busy until night, Lebius let Palmer go. Palmer walked out of the Order Bureau exhausted and came to the street.
In the bustling street, Palmer was alone. Thinking of his situation, he suddenly felt a little sad.
Since he became a debtor, misfortune has been with Palmer. His once good partner Church also abandoned him. Finally, he ushered in the immortal Boluogo, but Boluogo's attention again
It's all on Aimu.
At times like this, Palmer comforted himself that he still had a fiancée after all...a fiancée who only appeared on the phone.
Palmer suddenly felt that his life was a failure, and felt so sad that he wandered the streets like a lost dog. As he walked, he came to the door of the Immortal Club.
Looking up at the familiar sign, Palmer felt a little complicated.
Unexpectedly, in this huge Oath City, Opos, the only one who can accommodate me is the Undead Club, and the only one who can have a drink with me is the lord of the Night Clan, Sere, who has a blood feud with the Clex family.
· Villeless.
Palmer couldn't help but feel the mockery of fate, but in front of this cruel reality, who cares about this?
Recalling the fine wine in the wine cellar, Palmer pushed the door open directly and saw that the Undead Club was decorated with lights and all kinds of drinks piled on the table, just like when he and Boluogo came here for the first time.
Ray prepared a welcome party for them.
Wait, party?
Between the balloons and ribbons, a banner was hung above the bar, and the words welcome could be faintly seen.
Palmer's heart was touched.
Turning around, I saw Sere who was busy playing with something in front of the dome jukebox. Then Sere also noticed Palmer. Before Sere could say anything, Palmer hugged Sere.
"I didn't expect it. I didn't expect that an immortal would care about me so much in the end!" Palmer burst into tears.
As expected of his best friend, at this time, only Serei would celebrate his discharge from the hospital.
Palmer's enthusiasm made Sere a little bit overwhelmed. Soon Sere seemed to understand something and his expression became complicated.
"Sere, you are my good brother!" Palmer said in a shocked voice.
But the expected response did not come out. Palmer looked at Sere suspiciously, and Sere tilted his head in a rare move, avoiding Palmer's gaze.
Palmer let go of Sere stiffly and looked at the decorations around him, "This is a welcome party prepared for me, right?"
Sere said nothing.
"Yes...right?" Palmer said cautiously.
At this time, several balloons collided and moved away, revealing the words under the banner.
"Welcome new friend Aimu..."
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Tire yourself to death, exhaust your colleagues to death, don’t even live!