Boluogo didn't expect that he would see the devil in Nathaniel's mouth so soon. He began to wonder whether the life-and-death chase he had just experienced was controlled by this devil in secret.
Belphegor signed a blood contract with the Bureau of Order, and he has lived in the depths of the room ever since, and the Bureau of Order will also gain his seat and participate in the disputes between the devils.
"I've wanted to see you for a long time, Mr. Lazarus."
Belphegor walked in front, leading Bologg through the corridor full of doors, "But you also know that I cannot directly interfere with the world, let alone that after signing a blood contract with the Bureau of Order, according to the blood contract,
I can't leave here without permission from the decision-making room."
Just as Nathaniel said, the Bureau of Order restrained this devil... only temporarily.
"I finally see you."
Belphegor glanced over, his expression wildly joyful.
Bologg's expression was a little more solemn. Unlike the Zongge band that came to attack him, Bologg guessed that those people must have been affected by the devil's protection and were able to maintain that morbid enthusiasm at all times.
They said they were their fans, which was more of a joke and a joke, but the Belphegor in front of him was different. Belphegor could really feel the enthusiasm in him.
Belphegor and Palmer in this state are very similar. When Palmer picks up the newspaper of the new blue jay book and yells at himself, there is almost no difference between the two.
At this point, Bologo can be sure that Belphegor is really his fan.
Boluogo asked tentatively, "You don't think I am a 'red dragon', do you?"
"oh……"
Belphegor's steps stopped for a moment, then he moved forward again, "You actually know this. It seems like Nathaniel really trusts you."
He continued, "No, I am different from my brothers and sisters. I don't care about the 'Red Dragon', just like I don't care about the outcome of this dispute."
Belphegor concealed nothing, even the secret of the devil's strife, he didn't care at all.
"As for you, there are not so many complicated purposes. I really just like you and am your fan."
Bologg stopped. Faced with such candid words from Belphegor, Bologg did not relax at all. Instead, the pressure doubled.
The more enthusiastic Belphegor's words are and the less they are mixed with any purpose, the greater the pressure in Bologger's heart. If Belphegor is profitable to him, then he can start from the interests and find a way to fight against Belphegor.
But in fact, Belphegor treats himself as a pure fan, as if he can derive some kind of pleasure from himself.
Facing this kind of crazy and weird existence with completely unknown purpose, Boluogo couldn't think of a corresponding method at all, not to mention that he had no ability to fight against the devil.
This feeling of powerlessness over things beyond one's control made Bologg very tired.
"A devil fan... that's very flattering," Bologo said. "Are you trying to get my soul?"
"Soul? How is that possible? That's so boring."
Belphegor clarified his purpose, "What I long for is your sight."
This was the first time Bologo encountered such a strange request. "It sounded like a perverted voyeur."
Belphegor responded with a smile, "I prefer to call myself an audience member with good taste."
"Your hotel is full of people...what's behind the door?"
Bologger didn't want to get entangled in Belphegor's perverted hobby, and instead asked about the hotel.
As a fan of his own, Belphegor is happy to explain his doubts, and Bologg needs to seize this opportunity to explore as many secrets as possible.
There is something very strange about this hotel. It is located within the hotel, but Bologna feels that this hotel is not part of the hotel, but is independent.
Just like a wandering road to a tyrant, this hotel may also be some kind of devil's land, with its own evil rules, completely controlled by Belphegor.
"Behind the door are my guests," Belphegor said. "Those interesting souls will eventually enjoy eternal sleep here."
Boluogo asked, "Is it considered your 'collection'?"
"Hmm... more like a derivative of a collectible," Belphegor said eagerly for Bologg to see something, waving towards Bologg, "Follow me."
Bologg didn't have much choice. He followed Belphegor and walked through the noisy corridor.
At a certain moment, Boluogo felt an inexplicable sense of absurdity.
The sudden change in the living room, the rush of life and death, meeting Guangzhuo again, and the devil in front of him...
This series of events happened within an hour, impacting Boluogo's nerves one after another, and even made his consciousness numb, and his heart was so calm that he seemed to no longer have any emotions.
Boluogo asked coldly, "Did you do it?"
"What do you mean?"
"What happened to me just now," Bologo said, "Looking back now, it doesn't look like a coincidence."
"I'm sorry, I scared you. I can't help it. The Bureau of Order prohibits me from contacting you. I really can't see you without resorting to extraordinary measures."
Belphegor answered without hesitation. He turned around and bowed to Bologg with an apologetic expression.
"What should I do to extinguish your anger and commit suicide?"
Without waiting for Bologg to answer, Belphegor grabbed his hair with one hand, stretched his neck slightly, and his flesh and blood tore under the force, and his face began to distort.
After a shuddering sound, Belphegor pulled off his head and held it in his hand. A large amount of blood dripped from the section of his neck, instantly soaking his clothes.
Belphegor continued, "Is this okay? Or is it something more severe?"
"Stop it, it doesn't make any sense."
Boluogo shook his head expressionlessly. Devils are not bound by human values and so-called dignity is not worth mentioning to them.
Belphegor was not apologizing, he just thought it would be interesting, or he was looking forward to Bologger's reaction when he saw this situation.
Belfinger was a little disappointed by Bologg's indifference, but then he had a greater sense of expectation for Bologg.
He just carried his head and moved forward with blood stains all over the floor. He encountered a fork in the road at the end of the corridor, and then turned towards the white door.
"You're going to love what's inside."
Belphegor said mysteriously. He put his head under his arm and slowly opened the door with both hands.
Bologg stood in the empty space. It had to be said that Belphegor did give himself a surprise. Looking at the huge, high-wall-like screen, Bologg never imagined that the depth of this hotel was
The place is actually a movie theater.
"wait a second."
Belphegor placed Bologg in the most suitable position for watching the movie. He put his head on the seat next to Bologg, and ran into the darkness behind, doing something unknown.
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"What do you think? This should be the best movie theater in the entire Oath City Opus, no, in the world."
Belphegor's head said with excitement.
Boluogo didn't respond. He sat in the auditorium and observed the surroundings. Apart from the auditorium and the screen, the surroundings were filled with endless darkness. It seemed that the space of this cinema was more than that, but it was mostly covered by darkness.
In the corner, there were piles of film cassettes, some of which were damaged, and the films inside spilled out and became tangled together, like seaweed stranded on the shoal.
Belphegor's body came back, holding a heavy box in his hand, and then he opened it in front of Bologg's eyes and took out one movie tape after another.
"What do you want to see? Mr. Lazarus, I have collected all the films since the invention of cinema."
Belphegor is extremely confident in his collection, "Whether it's works by famous directors or experimental works by students, we have them all here."
The box seemed to be a bottomless pit, and soon the video tapes piled up into a hill next to Belphegor, and he hadn't stopped digging yet.
"There are also these treasures," Belpheinger took out a few movie posters. "These are autographed by the directors. I made a lot of effort to get these."
"Those damn vendors just want to get them for a higher price," Belpheinger complained, then laughed. "Of course, they paid the price."
Burlogo found it incredible, "Are you still a movie lover?"
"To be precise, I am a lover of all artistic creations."
Belphegor put the box aside, put his head back on his body, and sat down next to Bologg.
"Whether it's music, comics, books, movies...even the mid-day radio scripts, I have them all in my collection."
Belphegor snapped his fingers, and a piece of popcorn and a carbonated drink appeared out of thin air in front of Bolog.
"Oh, wait a minute, I remember you like orange juice, right?"
Belphegor said as he snapped his fingers again, and the carbonated drink turned into a glass of ice-cold orange juice.
"I'm beginning to wonder what you're going to do?"
This is the truth. Facing Belphegor, Bologger always felt a sense of absurdity. There was no conspiracy or evil purpose. Belphegor was like a pure enthusiast, sharing his collection with himself.
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An ardent fan shows off his collection to his idol.
The most heinous thing is that Bologna and Belphegor have similar hobbies to some extent. If he were not a devil and there was no such complicated relationship between the two, Bologna would even be willing to have a good chat with Belphegor.
"Oh? You will understand soon. This is also the purpose of my trying to invite you."
Belphegor found the remote control, pressed the switch, and the projector started operating, casting a snowflake on the screen.