Bologg dragged the drunken Palmer back home. This guy was almost turned into a puddle of mud. Bologg didn't bother to care about him. He threw him on the bed and covered him with a quilt. Bologg simply washed himself and then
Returned to his room.
Turning on the desk lamp, a corner of the dark room became brighter. Bologg opened the drawer and wrote a long article in his notes. Usually, Bologg was very involved in writing, but for a while, his mind was always occupied.
Having trouble settling down.
Boluogo's mood was a little confused, very confused, and he couldn't figure it out.
Fortunately, time can numb all pain. Boluogo has gradually accepted the fact that Xilin has returned, and has a strange premonition in his heart. In the near future, Boluogo will face it again.
Xilin...
Borogo didn't know whether the two would maintain peace or draw swords against each other.
"ah……"
Boluogo rubbed his head vigorously. The hallucination caused by the Requiem had disappeared for a long time. However, during this period of time, Boluogo had some other problems, such as headaches and insomnia. This effect directly affected Boluogo.
In terms of Luo Ge's spirit, the Axis of Gift and Time cannot control these things.
Boluogo couldn't figure out why he was like this. He guessed it had something to do with his own worries, so what was on his mind? You know, in terms of life, Boluogo was an almost pure guy, like a machine.
Just as efficient.
Can't figure it out.
Boluogo sat for a long time, and it was almost midnight. He suddenly started to move, opened the cabinet, took out a jewelry box from a pile of "souvenirs", and took out a necklace with a ring hanging on it.
with cross.
After staring at the ring and cross for a long time, Boluogo murmured to himself.
"New beginning."
Boluogo put the necklace aside, picked up a pen and paper, and started writing. Whenever Boluogo encountered something he couldn't figure out, he liked to write down these questions, just like doing math problems.
The derived formulas were written all over the papyrus paper.
"I think... I like Amu."
First, Boluogo wrote this sentence at the top of the papyrus.
This is a warm and straightforward statement, but there is no expression on Boluogo's face. He is like a nerd, as if he really treats his psychological problems as mathematical problems to solve the derivation.
"Then what is like and love?"
Borogo asked questions and then wrote his own answers to these questions. His brows were furrowed, like a scholar who was studying hard.
"From a physiological point of view, love is the sum of a series of physiological reactions, including physiological changes in hormones, neurotransmitters, etc. These physiological changes can affect psychological and behavioral performance, making it easier for people to have strong feelings.
connect.
In other words, the essence of love is the secretion of hormones and the transmission of neurotransmitters.
The elevation of acetonamine and dopamine promotes a stronger characterization of the partner in love, showing material formalization and special pairing behavioral expressions."
Boluogo paused his pen and continued writing.
"Just like the incentives for mice, whenever we meet, it is a disguised reward, which also leads to our desire to meet.
Right, that is it.
Relevant changes in the reward system prompt subjects to show more positive behaviors. For example, when people are fascinated by rapid and intense love, they will regard the other half as their own reward, as if they have won a big victory quickly.
Cheer up."
Bologg stopped writing. He felt that he had gone into a misunderstanding. These words were too rational and cold. Although it was Bologg's style, such a description was undoubtedly too "barbaric".
"Why would I instinctively want to resist Amu?"
Bologo had a very clear understanding of himself. After thinking for a while, Bologo wrote another sentence.
"Do I not like Aimu? This is obviously wrong. From a physiological point of view, she is indeed a 'reward', which makes my hormones secrete, my brain feels happy, and my mood feels comfortable. But why would I refuse?
How about staying in this state for a long time?”
If Palmer were awake now and saw Burlogo talking to himself and writing these words, he would definitely call Burlogo a psycho.
Then he would seal these things as a souvenir. These days, it is rare to see such a wonderful lunatic as Boluogo.
Boluogo moved his eyes to the ring and cross, and he found the problem, "Is it because of Adele?"
He continued writing along his own train of thought.
"I have actually been confused and troubled. I deeply loved Adele who has passed away. Unfortunately, my feelings for her have not been satisfied, so it is difficult to let go. At the same time, when faced with Aimu's kindness, I will
I thought I had betrayed Adele's feelings, so I resisted Aimu."
This kind of self reminded Boluogo of a dilemma he had seen in a book, an existential dilemma.
Existential dilemmas arise from the diversity and uncertainty of life experience, which are dilemmas that humans encounter as free beings.
Everyone’s experience is different. Everyone has their own unique perspective and values. Everyone goes through stages of growth, love, life and death. These experiences shape human’s outlook on life and values, and also have an impact on the human soul.
It had a profound impact.
Adele has shaped Burlogo's beliefs and values, which are already an important part of his personality. But just like what Adele said in the hallucination, she is just a passer-by, she has her own life, her own
Value, she cannot occupy all of Boluogo, and Boluogo cannot allow himself to be completely influenced by Adele.
It's time for Bologo to move out.
"I can't continue to be trapped in Adele's influence... I believe that she doesn't want me to continue to be influenced by her. She has lived a wonderful life. My greatest reward for her is to give her my
Pass on the value and live a wonderful life in my own way."
The confused mind gradually became firmer, and Boluogo gradually found a way to escape from the predicament.
From beginning to end, the only person who trapped Boluogo was himself.
Borrogo then wrote a passage, which he had excerpted from a book.
"The important thing is not how to avoid setbacks and painful regrets, but how to face it positively, persist in your own choices, and live firmly."
Bologger will live.
"What should we do next?"
Boluogo wrote this sentence again, circled it repeatedly, and highlighted the key points.
He leaned on the back of the chair. After understanding his predicament, Bologna couldn't help but feel an inexplicable relief. Adele released Bologna, and Bologna also released Adele. It was
It's time to start living your own life in a real sense.
Until this moment, Boluogo felt that he was really out of prison.
In a moment of indifference, many indescribable emotions emerged. Bologna guessed that this emotion should be the so-called love.
Another figure filled Boluogo's mind little by little. He recalled the deliberate rejection of Amu when he was in trouble. So what was her mood like at that time?
Did his indifference make Amu feel anxious and confused? Did he inadvertently make Amu misunderstand something, causing her to fall into some kind of trouble?
Thinking of this, Boluogo suddenly became nervous, as if he suddenly woke up. Only after he got out of the predicament did he realize the many problems in the relationship.
The body's reaction gradually became clearer, and Boluoge felt a little tight in his chest and his heartbeat accelerated.
Bologg heard Aimu mention this reaction, and she often teased herself by testing Bologg's physiological state.
She would say that this is the sympathetic nervous system at work, which causes the heart to beat faster, leading to an increase in heart rate, blood circulation and oxygen delivery.
Similarly, stimulation of sympathetic nerves can also cause blood vessels to constrict and increase blood pressure.
Burlogo knows this, and this response is similar to the way the body responds to an emergency threat—but it can also be triggered by emotional stimulation.
very strange,
When a person's emotions are touched, the physiological instinct is to feel threatened.
Think about it, this is more than a threat, it is simply the God of Death in another sense. She is wielding a scythe to take away your mind. From now on, you will completely belong to her.
You are willing to be tamed by her.
Bologo stood up abruptly. He could feel various hormones being secreted crazily, and a lot of questions and uneasiness immediately emerged in his mind. He had never experienced such a thing, and he didn't know how to deal with it.
emotion.
I even felt a little timid and shy.
Bologg thought of many things, both good and bad. Bologg once felt that Amu was very similar to himself, so he reached out to help her. He was also hurt by Amu, but he listened to her confession.
They helped each other and saved each other...
Like the cycle of chaos and order, the human mind can hatch the most evil conspiracies in the world, and can also reveal its gentle and foolish true intentions.
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"damn it."
Boluogo cursed in a low voice, balled up the tissue paper, and threw it into the trash can.
Sitting on the bed, Boluogo put his head in his hands. After being silent for a while, he suddenly stood up, walked out of the bedroom, changed his clothes, carefully arranged his appearance in front of the mirror, and then opened the door in the middle of the night.
And out.
Bologger hates thinking, he prefers action.
Walking onto the street, the cold and clear air poured into his lungs. Boluogo woke up a little. He felt that his steps were a little light, as if he couldn't feel it, and he strode forward.
At this time, the city had become quiet. Under the illumination of the street lights, the streets were deserted. It seemed that there was only one person in the world, Boluogo.
Halfway through the walk, Boluogo woke up from his surging emotions. He cursed in a low voice, wondering how long it would take him to walk out like this.
Boluogo turned back, took out the Key of the Winding Path, pushed open the door and arrived at the Undead Club. The club was quiet, the ground was in a mess, Sere fell to the ground, smelling of alcohol.
Among the piles of rubbish, Boluogo stepped forward cautiously. Halfway there, he felt that he should bring some gifts, but after looking around the Undead Club, there was nothing precious here.
Damn it, Boluogo felt that his brain was almost stinky from the alcohol.
After walking out of the Undead Club, the road ahead became much more familiar. Boluogo moved forward quickly. What should he say when he saw Amu?
Long time no see? The two of them just separated a few hours ago, so it’s not right to express their good feelings directly, right?
The more he thought about it, the more irritated he became. He began to hate why human beings were so complicated and couldn't even understand a single sentence. However, he also sighed at the beauty of human beings. People like him would one day be so called warm.
pack.
Boluogo's pace gradually slowed down. He was thinking about what he should say and organizing the words in his mind. It would be too difficult for a guy like him who is not good at words to do such a thing.
Experts want to overcome difficulties.
Burlogo suddenly stopped. He felt that he needed a speech. Suddenly he took a few steps forward. He trusted his memory.
A few minutes later, Boluogo arrived at the Kenshu. He could almost walk this road with his eyes closed. He came to the Courtyard of Pillars, took the elevator, and then went to the Sublimation Furnace Core.
The sublimation furnace core is a place that has no distinction between day and night. You can see many researchers staying up late and working overtime. Boluogo ignored them and turned left and right in the corridor before arriving at the residential area. According to the house number in his memory,
Boluogo stood in front of a row of familiar house numbers.
Boluogo took a deep breath and tried to muster up the courage. Just as he raised his hand to knock on the door, he stopped again, and his arms began to shake as if uncontrollably.
Damn it, I've obviously climbed out of the predicament, but why do I feel like I've fallen into another predicament again?
Seeing that his body was not working at all, Boluogo simply controlled the snake scale liquid, and saw a silver hand rising slowly. Just as it was about to knock on the door, Boluogo's expression almost twisted.
At the same time, the hanging silver hand twisted into a ball of wool.
"Move!"
Boluogo groaned inwardly and was sulking with himself.
He became panicked, feeling honored and panicked about what he was going to get next.
After struggling for an unknown amount of time, there was an intermittent knock on the door in the quiet corridor.
After finally knocking on the door, Boluogo breathed a sigh of relief, but what followed was even greater tension. What should he say when Amu opened the door?
By the way, the speech.
Boluogo tried to recall the words he had prepared on the road, but when he thought about it now, it was completely blank.
At this critical moment, the door opened.
Aimu's eyes were narrowed, and he was wearing a set of brown plush pajamas. His figure was swaying, as if he had overslept.
"Oh, Boluogo?" Aimu said in a confused tone.
Boluogo fell silent. He felt that there were thousands of words stuck in his throat. After a hard struggle, only one sentence escaped from the thousands of words.
"After careful analysis and sorting, I am convinced that I have a certain fondness for Aimu."
What Boluogo said was like an experimental report. If he hadn't crushed the papyrus, he could even have submitted an experimental paper to Aimu.
It's a pity that Boluogo has no talent in alchemy. Otherwise, with his rigorous attitude, he would be a rising star in the academic world.
After saying that, Boluogo felt his whole body relaxed.
He understood Irwin's stubbornness, she was like Cinderella, Cinderella in the story...
muse.
"oh."
Aimu nodded, then closed the door, staggered back to the bed, picked up the pillow, and nestled in a comfortable position.
"You're crazy, you're doing this in the middle of the night, just because of this..."
Aimu's voice became lower and lower, and gradually disappeared, as if he had completely fallen asleep.
A few seconds later, she opened her eyes suddenly, and the blue halo became much brighter, like a searchlight, sweeping away most of the darkness.
Aimu murmured, "Something's wrong..."
Bologna heard a scream coming from behind the door.