In addition to the field department, Sublimation Furnace Core is probably the department that Boluogo visits most often. He is already very familiar with everything here. Even some of the employees of Sublimation Furnace Core also got to know Boluogo and talked casually along the way.
Say hello.
Looking at it this way, Bologg is somewhat of a celebrity within the Bureau of Order... There is no way, the staff of the Sublimation Furnace Core may not be aware of Bologg's excellent field work, but they definitely know their identity as immortals.
Since reaching that evil deal with Bailie, Bailie has often summoned Bologg to the sublimation furnace core, offering some irresistible bargaining chips to make Bologg cooperate with her work.
Fortunately, such a bad life is over. After Aimu came, Bailey's attention was no longer on Boluogo, just like a child with a new toy, throwing away the old toy casually.
At first, Boluogo felt a little...lost in his heart? Then he suddenly realized how bad his idea was, and how weird Bailey was, to have such an impact on him.
Fortunately, everything is over, and now it's Amu's turn to suffer.
Boluogo walked around in this industrial lair and reached the employee dormitory inside the sublimation furnace core. Relying on the strange "activity" of the room, all rooms can be freely changed as long as they have sufficient permissions.
, even distorting the spatial structure.
Bailey relied on herself to elevate her position to the position of furnace core director. No matter how much Aimu resisted, the two eventually became neighbors. If the door that Aimu forced into the house was not included, the two should be considered roommates.
Boluogo knocked on the door. After a while, rapid footsteps sounded, the door was opened, and Aimu appeared behind the door.
Now the special operations team has no work to deal with, and with the end of Boluogo's promotion ceremony, Aimu is completely free.
"Good morning."
Boluogo raised his hand in greeting.
"Good morning!"
Aimu responded energetically. She seemed to have been waiting for Boluogo for a long time. She put on a new suit of clothes. Although it was still the uniform of the Bureau of Order, Boluogo could tell the newness of the clothes.
As an expert, this is a necessary observation skill.
After saying hello, Boluogo fell silent. His expression was as before, his eyes were blurry and wandering, as if he was looking at Aimu, but also seemed to be looking away. His facial muscles were completely relaxed, like a cold corpse.
Aimu was obviously not good at handling this sudden silence. There were constant micro-expressions on his face and his eyes were looking away, not daring to look at Boluogo.
Aimu's essence is still an alchemy doll. After being given the gift of double body by the tyrant, Aimu can transform his body of steel into a body of flesh and blood. Both forms have their own advantages and disadvantages.
For example, a body of steel can enable Aimu to ignore fatigue and work like an iron man. A body of flesh and blood can allow Aimu to have human perception and be closer to the resonance with the ether.
Now Amu is in the state of flesh and blood. The cold body is no longer, but a soft body of flesh and blood. She likes to maintain this state in her daily life like a human being.
Then...the two of them were still standing at the door, Boluogo looked patient, while Aimu's heart was churning with countless thoughts.
"Damn it, what should I say next!"
Aimu screamed in his heart.
When he first got to know Bologg, Aimu could still take the initiative to make some jokes, calmly play pranks on Bologg, and look at Bologg's embarrassment.
At first, Aimu only regarded Boluogo as an ordinary character, so Aimu could tease him without any psychological burden, and he did not care what Boluogo thought of him.
But now it's completely different. Bologg took her out of her inner predicament, and Aimu was also deeply attracted by Bologg. Aimu paid attention to Bologg and found that he could no longer be so relaxed.
attitude to face Boluogo.
Aimu was restrained.
The more a person values another person, the more he or she will care about the other person's thoughts and worry about whether one's behavior will cause the other person's dissatisfaction. A smile from the other person will make oneself happy for a long time, and a slight frown will make oneself sad.
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For Aimu, this was like a serious interview. She was afraid that she would make the wrong choice and be kicked out by Boluogo.
"Palmer said you were looking for me, is it about work?"
Boluogo broke the silence, his words were as honest as ever.
Aimu was in a daze. Boluogo's indifferent look, matched with his tone, was like a cold working machine. If Boluogo hadn't enlightened him, Aimu would have even doubted what this guy Boluogo had.
No emotion.
"Ah...both personal and work."
Aimu felt that something was wrong with this conversation, but at least the conversation was unfolding instead of being dull in silence.
"Anyway, follow me first!"
Aimu raised a bunch of keys, grabbed Boluogo's hand, and pulled him towards the warehouse.
Boluogo was held behind by Aimu. Looking at this figure who was a head shorter than himself, she looked like she was clumsily pulling cargo.
In fact, Boluogo could feel that Aimu was a bit stiff and deliberate when talking to him.
She seems shy or afraid of something?
Is it because of myself? That should be the case. There are only myself and Amu here.
Is she feeling restrained about herself? Or is it some other factor? Boluogo thinks it shouldn't be the case. We are all good brothers who have lived through life and death, so we can completely ignore this.
Just like with Palmer, when they first started working together, the two were a little reserved and kept a safe distance. Now that they have become roommates...
Recalling Palmer's bad living habits, Bologg had a headache. After returning home drunk last night, he even yelled for Bologg to be the best man.
"Boluogo, actually when I first met you, I thought we couldn't get along."
Palmer said drunkenly as Borrowgo carried him back to his bed.
"When I saw you for the first time, I thought, wow! Look at this guy's bitter and resentful look. He is definitely a difficult guy to get along with. He might also have some twisted and strange habits."
"Then what?"
"Then, then I guessed it right, you are indeed a psychopath!" Palmer rolled on the bed, "But surprisingly, you are quite easy to get along with."
"Perhaps the first impression you give others is too strong." In the darkness, Palmer used his fingers to twitch his eyelids. "You look too cold, Boluogo."
"Like a pathological killer who has just been released from prison, his eyes are full of contempt... You should smile more."
After Palmer said this, he fell asleep. Burlogo quietly closed the door. He thought to himself that Palmer's guess was quite right. His partner was not without merit. In some aspects, Palmer
Still very sharp.
Smile more.
Boluogo was wondering if Aimu was not used to his expression, but he had looked like this before, and there was nothing strange about her? But there seemed to be no harm in making some changes on his own.
Yes, there's no harm in that.
A friendly working atmosphere will undoubtedly improve work efficiency and get along among employees, so Bologo decided to give it a try.
Aimu felt some resistance on his arm, turned his head, and Boluogo suddenly stopped.
The two looked at each other. Under Aimu's gaze, Boluogo slowly smiled, but this deliberate smile bloomed from his cold cheeks, giving people the feeling of a cold-faced killer discovering a lamb.
, ready to slaughter.
Aimu shuddered, "You...what are you doing?"
"Smile, isn't it a little bad to always have a cold face?"
Aimu was silent. On the one hand, she was amazed that Boluogo had such self-awareness. On the other hand, she realized that her worries were useless, and that although Boluogo had self-awareness, he was still too bad at implementing it.
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Stretching out his hand, Aimu rubbed the corners of Boluogo's mouth, and the coldness disappeared, becoming a bit softer.
Aimu warned, "It's a bad laugh. Don't do it next time."
"oh."
Burlogo nodded, gritted his teeth secretly, and whispered in his heart, "Damn Palmer."
After the interaction, Aimu felt a lot more relaxed. Sometimes she felt that she might think too much, which was different from her previous self... Maybe this was human emotion.
The cold steel body is being corrupted by human sensibility, and Aimu does not resist this.
"You and Palmer are quite similar," Aimu said suddenly. "Both of you have some strange thoughts hidden in your minds, but Palmer will express these thoughts, and you will keep them."
Silence, and then taking action...that is, doing something strange out of the blue."
Borlog asked, "Would it be stupid?"
"Others might think it's stupid, right?" Aimu said uncertainly, "But I think it's quite cute."
"ah?"
Boluogo never thought that the word cute would be associated with him.
Seeing Boluogo's surprised reaction, Aimu laughed happily. She felt that she was gradually regaining the feeling of getting along with Boluogo before. Maybe it was because of this period of busyness and random thoughts that she felt unfamiliar with it.
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"Okay, we've arrived."
Aimu opened the warehouse door, and all kinds of goods piled up.
Boluogo still couldn't understand the matter, "So what do you want to do with me?"
"Um...that's a thank you?"
Boluogo still didn't understand, "Thank you for what?"
"Thank you for saving me."
"I thought this was over."
"For me, not yet."
Aimu laboriously opened the box, which contained the results of her late night work.
"Although I created this thing, the distortion product itself is full of randomness. Even if there is a reference, it took me a long time to recast it..."
Aimu took something out of the box, hid it behind his back, and looked at Boluogo with a playful expression.
"Guess what it will be?"
From Amu's description of the difficulty of production, Bologo guessed that he was an expert after all, and deduced that this kind of thing couldn't be easier. Under normal circumstances, Bologo should reply with the correct answer, but he felt that... it seemed too rational.
The answer is not applicable at this moment.
Boluogo kept smiling and shook his head, "I can't guess."
"Dang Dang Dang!"
Aimu lifted the thing behind him, and silver-white mercury rolled inside the delicate container.