Chapter 909 Absurd Life

"That is to say...this thing appeared here when you came back?"

"Yes, the doors and windows are intact, it's like it appeared out of nowhere."

"Hmm...what do you think this thing is?"

"The Beginning Scroll, King Solomon's Collection."

With full confusion, Jeffrey couldn't help but turn back to Boluogo and asked, "Then why is it here? Wasn't Raymond Gayton completely destroyed?"

"This situation is complicated. It probably means that the devil and I helped each other," Boluogo said with a complicated expression as he lowered his head to pick up the scattered records and tapes. "I thought he broke the contract, but I didn't expect that he really kept his promise. "

Burlogo added, "It's just a little late."

Start drawing.

Today, this simple and heavy stone slab is standing in the center of Boluogo's living room. It not only crushed the coffee table, but also made fine cracks on the ground. The floors were raised one after another, the bookshelves collapsed, and various book collections were scattered. One place.

The most heartbreaking thing for Boluogo was the war sandbox he placed under the coffee table. Now it has been broken together with the coffee table, and the chess pieces are everywhere, mixed with sand.

"In other words, not only did he keep his promise, he also delivered this thing directly to your home..."

Jeffrey looked around the messy living room. He guessed that when the stone slab came down, it caused a lot of movement. The breeze blew past his body. Directly in front of the two of them, the floor-to-ceiling windows that Boluogo loved most were also full of smoke. There was a crack, and the wind penetrated through it, as if a little force would cause it to collapse completely.

"Do you think he did it on purpose?" Jeffrey asked quietly.

"Who knows?" Boluogo sighed, "But that's right, he can't send this slate directly to the Bureau of Order. That would be too arrogant."

Burlogo walked to the kitchen, took out a bottle of orange juice from the refrigerator, and poured himself a full glass.

After finishing the drink, Boluogo gritted his teeth and said, "He definitely did it on purpose!"

Jeffrey burst into laughter.

There were hurried footsteps outside the door, and the logistics staff arrived at the scene. Everyone wore safety helmets, set up a cordon, and strictly sealed off Bologo's home.

There was a lot of noise downstairs. Police cars were parked at the intersection. Disguised logistics staff further isolated the crowd. Scholars from the Sublimation Furnace Core were on their way, and an action team was working with them.

The Bureau of Order attaches great importance to this stone slab called the Starting Scroll.

Everyone was busy, except for Boluogo, who was sitting on the dusty sofa with a melancholy look on his face. He estimated that this place could no longer be lived in, and he didn't know when he would be able to come back.

Afraid that the things in the refrigerator would go bad, Boluogo simply held the remaining half of the bottle of orange juice in his arms and took a sip from time to time, which felt a bit like the vicissitudes of life.

"We have evacuated the residents of this building and it is now completely under the control of the Order Bureau."

Jeffrey sat down next to Boluogo, picked up the cup and motioned to Boluogo. Boluogo glanced at him and silently filled the cup for him.

"How did you persuade them to leave?"

"It's very simple, let's just say there is a serious leak in the gas pipe and now the entire building needs to be inspected."

Jeffrey has been in the logistics department for a long time, and he is all too familiar with similar rhetoric.

"I described the situation as very serious," Jeffrey said as an example. "If we stay here any longer, the whole building may blow up."

"Wow...it's really simple and straightforward."

Boluogo took another sip of orange juice. He felt his stomach was a little bloated, as if he was full from drinking.

"Where will you stay next?"

"We assigned them a hotel, and one day is enough for us to move it," Jeffrey whispered. "The main reason is that we are afraid of attracting the attention and panic of the citizens. Otherwise, if we let the condensers do it, we can just find a few A person who controls the school can move it away directly."

As a highly skilled person in charge of the school of control, Bologo's power of control has been so precise that it can be called machine tool finishing. In an emergency, Bologo can even rub rifling by hand and assemble a rifle according to the drawings. It couldn't be easier to go out and carry a heavy stone slab.

"But the required procedures still need to be followed. Scholars will test the stone slab and determine that it is not potentially threatening, and then the containment department will temporarily store it..."

"No no no."

Boluogo interrupted Jeffrey and looked at him with tired eyes.

"I'm asking, where will I live next?"

Before he finished speaking, a crashing sound sounded from the other side of the living room, and Boluogo's beloved floor-to-ceiling window shattered, with crystals falling all over the floor. The cold afternoon wind came out, blowing the interior beyond recognition.

The noise of machinery came late, and then Boluogo saw a hook rising slowly and looked downstairs. It should be said that it was indeed the logistics department. The efficiency of the action was astonishing. A scholar who sublimated the furnace core. Before they arrived, they pulled a crane and prepared for the next moving work.

Jeffrey thought for a moment and asked cautiously.

"Why don't you... pack your luggage first?"

…

The orange-red sunset spread across the street, and many of the onlookers had dispersed. The flat road was filled with glass shards and gravel, and bright yellow cordons blocked each other's way.

Palmer squatted on the side of the road, surrounded by movie tapes, tapes, records, and books that he had salvaged from the ruins of his living room.

Apart from these things, Palmer took nothing with him, which shows how important these things are in his heart.

Blogo sat on the bench behind Palmer, with a small handbag at his feet, which was filled with "souvenirs" left by Blogo's many events over the years.

Like Palmer, this was the only thing Blogo brought out from home.

"What is this?" Palmer stood up and sat down next to Blogo with a helpless look on his face, "Has our home been requisitioned?"

"Probably."

Blogo moved his neck and looked up at the top.

The scholars have completed the inspection. They covered the slab with a layer of black cloth and wrapped it tightly. A group of logistics staff carefully wrapped it with a cable and carried it out little by little by the crane.

At this moment, it was hanging in the air, slowly falling to the truck below. Everyone looked ready for battle, fearing that something would go wrong.

Nothing would go wrong.

With Blogo here, let alone the stone slabs falling out of control, even if the whole building suddenly collapses, Blogo can use his outstanding control power to forcibly restrain the frame of the building that is about to collapse.

"Ah..."

Palmer made a meaningless hoarse groan, like a goose being strangled by the throat.

Blogo frowned. Palmer was a little too noisy. He should find a way to shut him up.

"How does it feel to be promoted to a negative power?" Blogo tried to find some topics.

"Not bad," Palmer was not excited about it. "The changes are nothing more than more ether, higher ether strength, and more complex airflows can be controlled by the way."

"For example?"

"For example, give me some time, I can set off a local storm." Palmer's eyes sparkled.

"Have you tried it?"

"I tried it once when I went back to Fengyuan Highlands a few days ago," Palmer said, "You know, the howling wind there all year round is very suitable as a training ground."

Berogo nodded gently. After hundreds of years of operation by the Klex family, they have been completely tied to that piece of land. It can be said that the Klex family is the invisible king of Fengyuan Highlands.

"What about you, Berogo?"

Palmer continued to chat with Berogo. He needed some topics to divert his attention to forget the fact that he was homeless.

"After the destruction of Raymond Gayton, the order from the decision-making room should have come down, right?"

"What do you mean?"

"The defender," Palmer said bluntly, "Everyone speculates that after completing this feat, you will be promoted to the defender. Why, didn't the decision-making room issue a similar notice?"

"No."

Berogo shook his head. Since he entered the Order Bureau, Berogo has been promoted at a rate of about one level per year. In the eyes of others, this promotion speed is frighteningly fast, but Berogo does not have much real feeling.

This may be related to the intensity of Blogo's work. After all, Blogo is present in every major event. Not to mention one level per year, it is not an exaggeration for Blogo to be promoted to the Glory.

Now that the fifth year of work is about to pass, Blogo has played a crucial role in the Raymond Gayton incident. It is normal for everyone to have similar speculations.

"But I guess it will be available soon."

Blogo changed his voice and murmured as he looked at the stone slab loaded into the truck.

The engine started, and after a rumble, the truck carrying the stone slab disappeared at the end of the street, and the field staff hiding in the dark disappeared with it.

Even though Blogo said many times that this thing was really just an ordinary stone slab, and scholars had tested it many times, everyone still felt like they were facing a great enemy, fearing any deviation.

After the large army left, only a few people were left to maintain law and order, and a few people cleaned up the scene, a desolate scene.

"What should we do next?" Palmer asked, "Do you have a place to go?"

"Where else can we go? Jeffrey said that the logistics department has assigned us a new dormitory," Blogo rubbed his head tiredly, "Until the house is renovated, we have to live in the Order Bureau."

"Oh..." Palmer thought for a while and asked again, "How do I explain to the landlord?"

This is a crucial and serious question.

You know, the house they shared is not small in size and the location is also great. In the ghost place of Oath City Opus, where every inch of land is worth a lot of money, the value of this house is far beyond the imagination of ordinary employees.

Blogo and Palmer don't seem to be ordinary employees.

"Don't worry about this," Blogo said, "You also know the efficiency and professionalism of the logistics department... They bought our house just an hour ago."

"Huh?"

This time it was Palmer who fell silent. At this time, most people had dispersed. A few pedestrians passed by, looked at the two of them, and then looked at the things they put on the ground.

Before a passerby could speak, Palmer said sternly, "We are not setting up a stall! These are not for sale!"

The passerby muttered a few words, and seeing Palmer's ferocious look, he pulled his friend away quickly.

Palmer cursed while packing his collection, packing it into large and small bags. Seeing him busy, Blogo suddenly laughed.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Laughing at this inexplicable situation," Blogo sighed, "This is the first time I have fallen to this point."

Not long ago, Boluogo had just been fighting various evils in the abandoned land, and later he was troubled by the mystery of his own existence. This morning he met the old Dennis, and thought he had solved the knot, but he ended up looking like this when he got home. scene.

From a hero who saved the city to being reduced to the streets, Boluogo was laughed at by this absurd life.

"It feels like we're tenants being kicked out by our landlord, right?" Palmer said.

"It's like a marginalized person wandering around the city with all his belongings," Bologo added.

The two paused and laughed louder for a moment.

People around them looked at them one after another. Seeing the desolate appearance of the two, they thought they had been struck insane by reality, so they immediately stayed away.

The two laughed for a while and moved the large and small bags to the car. Fortunately, although their home was temporarily gone, they at least still had a car.

Palmer got into the driver's seat, and Burlogo got into the passenger seat. Palmer whispered, "Burlogo, it's time for you to learn to drive."

"I can drive," Bologo said.

"No, no, I mean you should get your driver's license." Palmer corrected.

"I have a driver's license."

"It's been out of date for decades!"

"Okay, okay." Boluogo adjusted his seat back and stretched hard.

Palmer inserted the car key and the car started with a rumble, "Well, if you were an immortal, would you have to retake the driver's license test every once in a while in the days to come?"

"Who knows? Maybe the Order Bureau will issue me a permanent driver's license." Boluogo looked out the car window. The sky gradually darkened and became pitch black.

"That's right," Palmer grabbed the steering wheel with both hands. "Maybe in the future, cars won't need people to drive. Maybe they will fly into the sky, just like in the movies."

"If you think about it this way, you are quite enviable as an immortal." Palmer turned his head and said.

"how?"

"You have unlimited time, and there are countless movies and books waiting for you. You can live hundreds or thousands of years later, arrive in the future, and see the world then," Palmer murmured, “It’s really hard to imagine the situation at that time, just like it’s hard for people a hundred years ago to imagine our current life...”

Palmer whispered, "At that time, I was probably dead."

Boluogo sat up and looked at Palmer's lonely look. The atmosphere in the car began to brew and condense...

"Snapped!"

Burlogo raised his hand and gave Palmer a slap, not too hard, not too hard, but just right.

"Are you awake?" Bologg asked.

Palmer was stunned for a moment and said blankly, "Ah."

"Drive, we still have to clean up the house."

Boluogo said, covering his head and sighing in a low voice, "Life is really ridiculous."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a bang from behind the car. Bologna and Palmer turned their heads together, and saw a piece of broken brick hitting the rear window.

Palmer echoed Burlogo's words, "That's ridiculous."