Boluogo muttered to himself and got out of bed. Usually when he got up, he was full of energy. He wanted to open the door and chop off a few demons to vent his excess energy. But after getting up today, he felt exhausted, as if he had heavy shackles.
On the body, every step Bologo takes is carrying a heavy load.
When I opened the door, I saw a familiar living room, a familiar kitchen, and a familiar shout from the next room.
Everything was normal, exactly like the days we had experienced in the past.
Bologg washed up, changed his clothes, and walked to the kitchen to prepare breakfast as a habit. Due to his tired spirit, Bologg obviously had no interest in cooking this time, so he prepared it casually and brought it to the living room.
After checking the time, it was time to tell Palmer to get up. Burlogo knocked hard on the door panel a few times and opened the door. A dark atmosphere from the basement came to him. Burlogo felt that Palmer's room should be ventilated.
Already.
Burlogo shouted, "Palmer."
Palmer stretched out on the bed, then turned over, picked up the quilt and continued to sleep.
Palmer likes to sleep with his quilt in his arms, so he has two sets of quilts on his bed. In his words, this habit originated from his childhood. At that time, he liked to secretly put Lycra into the house and then hold Lycra in his arms.
Sleep, although later it turned into Leica holding Palmer and sleeping.
Burlogo was not interested in judging Palmer's habit. He just wanted to wake Palmer up quickly and start today's work.
"Wake up."
"Wait a moment, wait a moment."
Palmer turned over again. Normally, he would have gotten up honestly. But today, for some reason, Palmer also felt extremely tired. He just wanted to rot in bed, like a star growing in the damp soil of the basement.
of twigs.
Boluogo walked to the window silently. When words failed, he was accustomed to taking practical actions. He opened the curtains, and instantly the chilling wind rushed into the room.
The cold temperature immediately woke up Bologna's sleepy consciousness, and Palmer was also awake. This temperature was like someone pouring cold water on his body.
Palmer wrapped the quilt tightly, making himself look like a fat cicada, while Bologg stared blankly out of the window. After a few seconds, shock overflowed from his eyes, and at the same time, nightmares that were about to be forgotten flooded in.
Return as usual.
Freeport, The Originals, Irvin Fleischer, Oncoming Train...
"Damn it, get up, Palmer!"
Boluogo opened up Palmer's quilt and pulled him out of bed regardless of Palmer's resistance.
Palmer was about to complain about Burlogo's atrocities. His head was pressed against the window by Burlogo, and the scenery passing by outside the window came into his eyes.
The bright moonlight illuminated the darkness, and the endless wilderness was like a rapidly rotating picture scroll, quickly thrown to the rear. Bursts of rumbling sounds sounded from the front. Along with the shaking of the carriage, the room where the two of them were in also shook.
"Bologo..."
Palmer turned his head blankly. The information brought by this scene obviously slowed down Palmer's thinking. Now he could only pin his thoughts on Boluogo.
"This is not home!"
Burlogo yelled at Palmer, causing Palmer to wake up. After being stunned for a few seconds, Palmer and Burlogo looked towards the exit of the house.
Palmer recounted the memory, "I remember I was sleeping on the table, and suddenly Hart woke me up, and then I looked up and saw a locomotive crashing through the car..."
"I'm about the same as you," said Bologg, "but my memory is more twisted than yours."
Burlogo remembered that he caught Irvin, but before he could escape from the carriage, the train hit him. Of all the people, he and Irvin were the first to be hit.
Then wake up here.
This situation was so weird that Palmer handed the choice to Burlogo, "What should I do?"
Without even thinking, Boluogo raised his hand and was about to break out of the window.
Judging from the rapidly changing scenery outside the window, they should be on the train that suddenly appeared. Although they didn't know how they got up, it was definitely not a good thing to stay here.
The window was blocked by a criss-crossed metal grid. Bologg punched the metal grid hard. In the past, these things couldn't stop Bologg at all, but this time they didn't move at all. Instead, blood flowed from Bologg's fist.
of blood.
"The ether...disappeared."
Boluogo moved his palms and discovered this terrible fact. The familiar supernatural power was leaving him, and Boluogo became a mortal again.
"What disappeared was not the ether, but our alchemy matrix. It became completely silent."
Palmer tried it, but he couldn't activate the secret power at all, and he also lost the power to control the ether.
The two looked at each other, and it was obvious that the complexity of this incident was far greater than before. Now that the alchemy matrix was blocked, the two of them were no different from ordinary people.
Thinking of this, Palmer joked inappropriately, "Want to try your immortality?"
"If you can carry my body out of the car, I don't mind giving it a try."
Burlogo turned and ran towards the door, followed closely by Palmer. He didn't even change his clothes and rushed out of the room wrapped in sheets.
Following the traces in his memory, Burlogo opened the drawer, grabbed a claw hammer from inside, and threw a pistol at Palmer.
This place should be shaped according to his own memory, and even this kind of detail has been perfectly restored. If it weren't for his passion for work and the weird feeling of exhaustion, he and Palmer might really be here.
Can't sleep at all.
Twist the door handle and push open the security door. Warm light shines on your face. Just like the corridor of a hotel, there are doors one after another on both sides of the corridor. Some of the doors have been opened, and the remaining doors are
Closed tightly.
Even a fool like Palmer realized that the situation was not good at this moment. He turned back to look at Bologna, who picked up the claw hammer without fear and strode forward.
The two were involved in this strange train, and the alchemy matrix fell into complete silence without any response. As for Boluogo's immortality... Boluogo has no interest in trying it for the time being. If this strange place
If you block it together with your own gifts, everything will be over.
Burlogo couldn't leave Palmer alone holding his body and crying, even if he wasn't really dead.
Huh... In times of crisis, even experts have encountered such a strange situation for the first time.
Boluogo quietly came to another door and carefully turned the door handle. This reminded him of the days when he was an intern in his first year, and he felt like he was returning to his original nature.
Opening the door silently, there is another bedroom behind the door. The light is dim, the interior layout is extremely simple and neat, and the floor is spotless.
Bologg vaguely heard the slight breathing inside the room. He motioned to Palmer to stay outside the door, while Bologg went deep inside.
Judging from his intuitive judgment, the person in this bedroom should be one of the unlucky passengers like himself, but Boluogo didn't know who the other person was for the time being.
Entering the room, Boluogo saw clearly the guy lying on the bed. Her sleeping posture was extremely standard, square and square, with a calm expression on her face, as if she was lying on the coffin board.
Borogo put away his hammer and shouted, "Aimu, wake up."
"Um?"
Aimu looked at Bologo with sleepy eyes, "Bologo? Am I dreaming?"
Boluogo urged, "It's not a dream, get up quickly, our situation is very dangerous."
"oh oh……"
Aimu squinted her eyes. She didn't wake up at all. Even if she wasn't dreaming, she still stood up vaguely and packed her things. Bologg turned her head in time and guarded the door like a security guard.
When Aimu finished dressing and arranged his messy hair in front of the mirror, his slow brain gradually accelerated as his consciousness became clearer.
Wait a minute...if it wasn't a dream, why is Bologg here?
Aimu turned his head stiffly, and Boluogo was a little impatient in waiting. He knew that there were many steps for a lady to get up, but now was not the time to pay attention to these details. Look at Palmer, what a dedicated child, he even
Wrapped only in sheets.
Burlogo said, "Are you okay? We should go."
"Ah... um."
Aimu wanted to scream loudly to express his inner shock, but looking at Boluogo's serious look, he was not joking, so he had to try his best to suppress his voice and shock.
With Boluogo's way of thinking, he wouldn't think so much at all, but Aimu still felt a little shy. At this time, two screams, one after another, sounded outside the door. Boluogo thought something was wrong and ran away immediately.
When I went out, I saw that the door opposite was opened at this moment.
When Burrowgo entered, Palmer wrapped the sheet around him like a close-fitting dress. Opposite Palmer, Hart picked up a pillow to protect his lower body, his eyes filled with fear and shrinking.
In the corner.
"Why are you in my room!"
Compared with Aimu realizing later that he was changing clothes in front of Bologg, what Hart experienced was truly shocking.
What could be more frightening than seeing a man standing in front of your bed as soon as you open your eyes? Some, for example, he is only wrapped in sheets.
"I consider you my brother!"
"If I weren't a brother, I wouldn't come to you!"
The two yelled at each other. Palmer didn't think there was anything wrong with his behavior at all. Instead, he scolded Hart, "What's wrong with you kid! Are you so childish!"
Palmer reached out and grabbed a black plush doll. Hell, Hart's bed was full of plush dolls, and they were all knitted with his wool.
"Do you know what privacy is?"
As soon as Hart finished yelling, he noticed Bologg outside the door, and Aimu, who had just changed clothes and followed him.
This tender side of himself was seen clearly, and Hart's brain began to shut down. He even thought about whether he should resign.
"Calm down everyone!"
Boluogo stood up and said in a calm voice, "I don't know what's wrong with you, but please pay attention, our current situation is not good."
Seeing Boluogo come out to stabilize the situation, Hart's mood stabilized a lot. Anyone who was suddenly broken into the room would be furious.
"what happened?"
After calming down, Hart realized there was something wrong with the situation.
"us……"
Burlogo was about to explain the current situation to Hart, when another voice from outside the door interrupted him.
"We are in the Garden of Joy."
Canary stood at the door, holding an empty dagger in her hand.