Chapter 848: Chatterbox

Boluogo felt that he was trapped in a twisted illusion, and as he fell, every moment was filled with uncertainty and chaos.

His vision was blurry, as if shrouded in a layer of fog, making it difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion. His sense of touch was amplified several times. The moment the air flow brushed against his skin, it caused a dull pain that was almost like a knife. Every contact was extremely irritating. and twist.

Boluogo's hearing was also affected, and the surrounding sounds became distorted and chaotic, sometimes dull and low, sometimes sharp and harsh.

All the senses were misaligned and twisted into a mess.

Burlogo complained in his heart, "It feels like being locked in a rolling washing machine."

While falling, Boluogo was also rampaging. There were many desks, trash cans suspended in the air, and some monsters that, like Boluogo, maintained a balanced force and fell vertically.

Bologg kept hitting the obstacles like a marble. After suppressing all the abnormalities in his heart, several silver hands shot out from under Bologg's sleeves, and they extended infinitely to the surroundings. The wall of the well firmly grasped the ground, thus slowing down Boluogo's fall.

The diamond-shaped shields floating around Boluogo's body were spliced ​​together and turned into a metal ground, which firmly caught Boluogo. In this way, Boluogo controlled the diamond-shaped shields to carry himself. Make yourself levitate.

“It’s like left foot stepping on right foot.”

Bologg habitually joked in his heart, but the expected response did not come. Only then did Bologg realize belatedly that Aimu was not traveling with him.

Since establishing his relationship with Aimu, Boluogo has been trying to make himself more interesting and more so-called charming. Obviously, the cold and violent maniac does not have much charm, so the bloody and violent movies that originally occupied the cabinet at home Most of it is missing, replaced by various family-friendly comedy movies.

Palmer was worried about Burlogo's changes, but when Burlogo took Palmer to watch several talk shows, Palmer also liked the sense of humor.

"While killing people and telling cold jokes... I think this joke is great."

Palmer commented this way.

Burlogo nodded in agreement and tried to learn the humor of the actors. He knew that his pathological and violent character could not be changed. It was better to learn from what Palmer said and add a bit of coldness to himself. Funny.

So Boluogo gradually became like this.

"Shoot target!"

Bologo shouted loudly this time, raised his shotgun, and fired at the falling monsters above his head. They still tried to hunt Bologo, but before they could get close, they were broken into pieces by the projectiles and turned into burning objects. The fragments fell towards the hazy light further below.

After a few shots, Bologo was empty of ammunition. He seemed a little unhappy, but there was nothing he could do about it. No employee would fill his personal locker with ammunition.

After throwing the shotgun with all his strength and smashing away another monster, Boluogo became active and excited, and his blood became restless.

"Spot on the bull's-eye!"

Boluogo said happily, and then the screams like waves approached again. Boluogo looked around. On the vertical well wall, densely packed monsters were still jumping hard, trying to get rid of the constraints of the current gravity. Boluogo looked around. Ge swallowed it clean.

After the excitement, Boluogo's expression became restrained again, and he laughed in his heart.

"Like fleas."

Many people think that Boluogo is a man of few words, but what they don't know is that although Boluogo looks cold on the outside, his psychological activities are very intense.

To put it in Palmer's words, to put it nicely, Bologg is a man of wealth, but to put it worse, Bologg is a somewhat boring guy.

Bologo didn't know this, and others didn't know this either... How could they know what Bologo was thinking? Until Amu entered Boluogo's heart.

"Bologo."

At this moment, Boluogo thought of Aimu inexplicably.

After a certain heart-to-heart, Aimu couldn't help complaining, "Bologo, do you know you talk a lot?"

"Do I talk a lot?"

Boluogo was very suspicious of this, and he never said a word from beginning to end.

"I mean what you are thinking in your head. Oh my god, don't your thoughts ever stop?"

Borogo did have a problem with overthinking, and sometimes he himself was exhausted.

"Do you hate this?"

Aimu was silent for a moment and said in a tone that even Bologg couldn't describe.

"It's just a little unexpected."

"What's the surprise?"

"Unexpectedly, you look indifferent on the outside, but you have so many dramas on the inside. You are so good at telling funny jokes, have you ever considered performing underground?"

The diamond-shaped shield held Bologg and descended slowly, and the surrounding noise gradually faded away. Bologg instinctively slashed the sword blade, and his thoughts slowly broke away from memories.

After that, Boluogo took Aimu as a confirmation and confirmed that he really had a lot of words in his heart. What's more, his comedy comedy during this period had indeed paid off, and he was really much funnier. Unfortunately, He is only good at cold jokes.

Boluogo sighed suddenly. At this time, he hoped that Aimu would be here to listen to his cold joke, and it would be best to comment on it.

Acting alone in this hellish place puts a lot of pressure on the mind.

"This can be considered a disease."

Berogo came back to his senses and muttered to himself. In addition to overthinking, he found that whenever he was in an overly depressing environment, he could not help but recall some beautiful things to dilute the oppression brought by the bad current situation.

This should be a problem he developed in the black prison. In order to resist loneliness and darkness, Berogo often talked to himself and immersed himself in the past.

After a short period of self-healing, Berogo's eyes became sharp again. The diamond shield lifted Berogo and fell towards the dim light at the bottom of the magnificent well.

Berogo didn't know what was down there. Anyway, he just had to leave this ghost place quickly. If the monsters were flesh and blood, Berogo would still have some interest in swinging the sword. Unfortunately, they were all made of pure ether, and Berogo had no interest in it.

Tens of seconds later, Bolog was getting closer and closer to the hazy light. The blazing white light filled most of his vision. Bolog sensed extremely high ether fluctuations from the light, but when Bolog tried to go deeper, a repulsive force was released from the hazy light.

It resisted Bolog.

At the same time, without any sound, a smooth and neat cube suddenly extended from the wall of the well on one side.

Just as Bolog saw in the Order Bureau, the white bricks and stones that built the reclamation room.

Bolog's heart was slightly cold, and then the cubes rapidly multiplied and expanded. They were stacked together in an orderly manner, forming a high wall that completely isolated Bolog from the hazy light.

From Bolog's perspective, there was suddenly an extra bottom in the deep well, and in the eyes of those monsters, a huge high wall rose from the curved office floor.

The monsters quickly climbed up the high wall and crawled towards Blogo at high speed. As the distance shortened, the direction of gravity was also twisted. At first, they were still on all fours, but soon they stood up, and the high wall became solid ground, running wildly.

"Can't you be honest?" Blogo cursed the ruins area, "Are you in the rebellious period?"

In the face of Blogo's rebuke, the ruins area responded this time. Blogo suddenly found that the surroundings had become quiet. Except for the footsteps approaching him, these monsters no longer made any disturbing shouts, and even their actions became anthropomorphic.

Anthropomorphism.

Blogo never thought that he would use this word to describe this group of monsters, but this is the fact.

Previously, these monsters were completely like wild beasts, advancing and attacking in various twisted postures, but now they all straightened their bodies, tightened their armpits, clenched their fists and swung back and forth, and their movements were standard like long-distance runners.

Blogo had a strange idea that these monsters were like real employees, going to work.

Who cares?

Blogo thought so. Less than ten minutes after entering the ruins, he had seen one hell of a thing after another. Blogo had had enough. He gave up trying to understand this place in a conventional way and cut a path with his sword.

The diamond shield popped out quickly and extended into a narrow blade, splitting a large number of monsters into pieces. In the group of monsters, it directly separated a narrow path for Blogo.

The broken and surging ether was mixed on this narrow path, like fireworks welcoming Blogo's arrival, shining non-stop.

Blogo somewhat understood why the Order Bureau gave up exploring the ruins. Anything could happen in this hell place.

There was no time to complain. Blogo strode forward and chopped off many heads. Just as he was fighting and thinking about what to do next, a green light he had never seen flashed at the edge of his vision.

Turning his head suddenly, Blogo found that in the well wall in front of him, that is, the curved office floor, at the end of the wall, the dim signboard lit up, emitting a striking green light, and also reflecting the words on it.

"Safe passage."

Berogo's movements suddenly accelerated. He ignored the potential conspiracy and intrigue. He only knew that he, a headless fly, finally found a clear direction in this chaotic maze.

But before Berogo could be happy, he heard a hoarse and distorted voice among the monsters besieging him.

"We found the invader... He is in the logistics department, office floor No. 6."

Looking in the direction of the voice, there was a monster standing among the fast-running monsters. It stood straight, its head slightly lowered, and its right hand raised, holding a roll of newspaper in its hand.

It continued to talk to the newspaper.

"The logistics staff are trying to suppress the invader."

Then Berogo saw that a monster actually carried a locker and ran wildly. The locker door was wide open. During the violent shaking, shotguns fell out of it one after another, and then were picked up by the monsters.

In the strange silent march, the sound of loading was so loud.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2 Wake up and write again.