When Boluogo closed the book, it was already dark. He did not read very fast, but he also roughly understood part of the content.
In the story of "Night Hunters", there are a group of creatures called monsters lurking in the shadows of the human world. They are bloodthirsty and hungry and feed on the flesh and blood of living people. In order to fight against these evil monsters, a group of people
They came together and became night hunters, hunting evil in the shadows.
Boluogo felt that this story was somewhat similar to reality. There were also a group of evil beings in reality, but compared to the monsters in the book, these guys called devils were much more disorderly and crazy. Such a comparison
Coming down, the Sublime Hunters are the Night Hunters.
Putting it aside, Bologg opened the door and woke up Palmer, who was still sleeping. He huddled up on the sofa. After being woken up by Bologg, he sat there with a confused look on his face.
The body woke up, but the soul was still struggling to get up. Palmer stared blankly ahead. This state lasted for a full minute before he slowly got up.
"My head hurts when I sleep."
Palmer covered his head and let out bursts of mourning. After the excitement, the endless fatigue brought about by the promotion ceremony engulfed Palmer. He struggled to open his eyes, staggered to the bathroom, and drank cold water to wake up.
Boluogo was already dressed, "Do you need a rest?"
"I'm okay. It's rare that everyone has time today, but we can't miss the appointment."
Palmer waved his hand. At present, the only people in the Field Department who are relatively free are the Special Operations Group. The reason why Hart has time is that he has just experienced a week of overtime and was rested by Yas. Church is also about the same, working in the Crow's Nest.
Palmer has experienced the intensity personally.
Boluogo nodded, then took out the Key to the Winding Path, "Are you sure?"
The Key of the Winding Path is a very convenient means of space transfer, but the side effects every time it is used are dizziness and nausea, which Bologger doesn't care about. The undead are so thick-skinned, but Palmer is not sure.
Palmer hesitated for a while and shook his head vigorously. Bologg put away the key to the winding path, pushed open the door, and made a "please" gesture.
Palmer grabbed the black towel Hart gave him and wrapped it around his neck a few times. Although it was the end of winter, the damn weather in Opos was still freezing cold.
In the parking lot downstairs, a blue car was parked in the corner. Due to his outstanding performance in the timeline chaos incident, Jeffrey gave Boluogo an identical new car.
Palmer held the steering wheel, and Burlogo sat in the passenger seat. Unless necessary for action, Burlogo usually handed over the driving rights to Palmer. It was not that Palmer liked driving, or that his driving skills were better than Burlogo.
, mainly because Palmer has a driver's license.
The new home was not far from the Order Bureau, but during the evening rush hour and the endless red lights, the car got stuck on the crowded street. It took a long time for it to drive slowly back to the Order Bureau.
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Within the Bureau of Order, many employees choose to live in the staff dormitories inside the dormitory. Firstly, the rent, water and electricity are free, and secondly, it is convenient to go to work.
Hart is also a member of the staff dormitory. Because of his excellent work ability and other reasons, he has a separate room in the dormitory instead of sharing roommates with others.
At first, Hart did not live in the dormitory, but rented a house outside. His reasons were similar to Palmer's. Living in the staff dormitory was indeed more convenient, but after staying in the dormitory for a long time, it was inevitable that he would feel depressed.
Later, Hart encountered that accident. Although the man did not die, he was corrupted by the alchemy potion and transformed into this furry orc.
If Hart appeared directly in the outside world, it would be okay to regard him as a doll. If he was regarded as a monster, it would definitely cause panic. So after that, in order to avoid trouble, Hart moved into the staff dormitory.
Inside, he would rarely leave his room unless necessary.
This kind of life had a huge impact on Hart's mental health. It took him a long time to adjust to the current situation, and in the subsequent years, he fell in love with life again.
Whenever he takes a break, Hart likes to take a comfortable bath in the bathtub. Because of his furry body, it takes a long time for him to take a bath and he is very tired.
First, he wet the hair all over his body, then picked up a whole bottle of bath soap, poured it all over his body, and combed and washed it according to the texture of the hair. There was foam everywhere in the bathroom, and Hart felt like he was in a
CAR WASH.
After rinsing off the shower gel, he picked up a bottle of conditioner and rubbed it all over his body, covering every corner to ensure that his hair was smooth and not tangled.
Rinse repeatedly until all the foam is rinsed away. Hart leans in the bathtub, panting from exhaustion. He sometimes wonders if he can go to a pet shop to take a bath. Judging from his appearance, he is more or less a large dog.
If it doesn't work, Hart can also add money.
Of course, this is just a thought.
Hart wiped himself roughly and wrapped a bath towel around his body. With his hair volume, it was difficult to dry himself, but there were always more ways than difficulties.
With water stains all over the floor, Hart wrapped himself in a bath towel and walked around the corner into the secret door. The light around him dimmed, leaving only the loud noise of the fan.
Hart stood in the ventilation duct that was large enough for one person to pass, opened his hands, and let the hot and strong wind blow in his face to dry himself bit by bit.
This is the normal drying speed. If Hart is in a hurry, he usually goes to the ventilation duct of the sublimation furnace core. No matter how wet he is, he can dry it quickly within a few minutes, but it is not very good for hair and easy to dry.
The split ends are dry.
After drying himself, Hart's appearance grew several times, and his black hair was fluffy. When he returned to his room, he began to comb himself, from top to bottom, and the hair he combed was lumped together.
together and then stuffed into the drawer.
Hart always felt that it would be a waste to just throw away the hair he lost, so he learned how to collect hair and process it. Whenever he had time, he would roll these things into wool balls, which was very relaxing.
He looked at the time and saw that there was still a lot of time before Palmer made an appointment with him. Hart put on his glasses, opened the cabinet, and took out a ball of black wool from inside.
This is a rather strange scene. A sturdy orc is sitting on a chair, humming a tune and knitting a scarf with wool.
For Hart, knitting scarves is an extremely stress-relieving behavior that can relieve his worries. The psychiatrist also recommended him to do this, and over time it became a hobby for Hart.
As more and more fabrics became available, Hart simply gave them away to his friends, and then made up a white lie, such as that his family was in the textile industry.
He looked like the big bad wolf playing grandma in fairy tales, and this big bad wolf was completely unaware that the crisis was approaching little by little.
"Yo! Hart!"
Palmer kicked open the door of Hart's room, waved his hands, and looked excited. When Palmer saw the scene in the room clearly, the excited smile on his face suddenly froze.
Hart's hand when knitting a scarf shook. Although his animalistic face made him lose the delicate and vivid human face, Boluogo, standing behind Palmer, still observed Hart's complex emotions very clearly.
reaction.
The joy of relieving stress turned to surprise, then panic, shame, until it turned into a faint anger.
Palmer was completely stunned on the spot. He was a bit unlucky, not stupid. When he first looked at it, he instantly understood the reason for this ghostly scene.
"Ha...Hart..."
Palmer put his hands on the scarf around his neck, his expression complicated and twisted.
Hart's brain is about to shut down. Due to the excessive deviation between this hobby and his own image, it can be said that no one has ever known this side of Hart. Hart has always hidden it perfectly, but...but who knows Palmer?
Why doesn't this bastard knock on the door?
Palmer felt the warmth coming from his neck, thinking that these wools came from Hart...
Boluogo held his forehead slightly and leaned against the wall. Even though he was serious, he wanted to laugh a little at this moment, but he also felt that if he laughed out loud at such a hellish scene, the two of them would be furious.
This awkward atmosphere lasted for a long time, until Palmer couldn't help but joke.
"Tell me, am I surrounding myself with 'Hart'?"
"Remember to knock on the door! Bastard!"
Hart stood up, pulled out his chair, and threw it at Palmer.