"Norm Ward?"

Hearing this name, a strange color flashed across his pale face, but the man quickly covered it up and put on a weird smile. He put his hands on the counter, and his skin was like a film wrapped around the rugged finger bones.

, the fingers are slender, like branches, constantly rubbing.

Like a pale, hairless rat living in the sewer.

"He's not here right now," the man replied.

"Where are the others?"

"Going out to practice medicine."

Boluogo stared at the man, using the gas mask to cover his eyes as he glanced around the corner.

The light in the room was very dim, and the fan blades on the ceiling were constantly rotating, making bursts of disturbing noise. Apart from the counter in front of him and the medicine cabinet behind the man, Boluogo couldn't see many useful things, but he could

What I do know is that something is wrong with this clinic.

As he walked from the corridor to the clinic, he noticed the scale of the clinic building. It was like a huge metal sarcoma hanging on the cliff. Logically speaking, the internal space should be very large, but now Boluogo said

This place is really too small, with more space hidden in the invisible darkness.

"When will he come back?" Borlog asked.

"I don't know either. After all, there will always be accidents in this place, right?"

The man smiled, with a slightly twisted and sick look on his face.

"Do you need anything else? If it's a prescription, you just need to pay," the man continued, running his slender fingers over the bottles on the medicine cabinet, "If you're in the wrong place,

Then please leave as soon as possible."

Boluogo did not reply. Relying on the power of the "Hidden One", his figure was very hazy, like a vague mist in the dim environment. When he was silent, he was like a speechless ghost.

"Okay, I know, excuse me."

Boluogo said, turned around and walked towards the iron gate.

But when he reached the door, Boluogo stopped again, like a wall, blocking the passage to the outside world. His back was turned to everyone, and a chaotic and hoarse voice sounded from the shadow under the top hat.

"I've always wanted to play a character like this."

The expression of the man behind the counter changed slightly, and he touched the handle of the knife under the counter. There was a slight sound in the darkness, like someone standing up from the chair and gearing up.

"The sanctioner, the perpetrator, the enforcer..."

One word after another was spat out, echoing in the darkness. The man stared at Boluogo's back. In a daze, he saw Boluogo turning his head. In the deep shadows, a pair of cyan eyes were watching.

Own.

"The Punisher."

A sonorous voice lingered in the man's ears.

…

"Calculating the time, Boluo Ge should have reached the Wandering Fork in the Road."

In the cafeteria of the Bureau of Order, Jeffrey forked a piece of steaming beef sausage, looked at the sky, and thought about Boluogo who was on a mission.

"Roughly the same."

Yas sat across from Jeffrey, and the two of them had dinner together. Of course, if possible, Yas would prefer to eat at home instead of working overtime in the Order Bureau.

"This can be regarded as another kind of assessment. There is no veteran to guide him and let him complete such a task alone...Does Lebius not trust him enough?" Yas thought for a while and said.

The field operations of the Bureau of Order have always been full of dangers. According to regulations, newcomers like Bologo must be accompanied by at least one veteran when performing tasks.

"To round it all off, Boluogo has been an intern for a year. It's just the first time he has faced a potential condenser. This is not a problem." Jeffrey took a big bite of the sausage and bread. "Besides, compared to distrust,

, I think Lebius wants to test Bologo."

"Test?"

"Yes, test this guy to see how far he can go. After all, there are some differences between assessment and actual combat."

Jeffrey stopped eating and thought about it carefully. He seemed to have thought of something interesting, and a strange smile appeared on his face.

"Yas, if it were you, how would you capture that target?"

"If it were me... survey the terrain, then find a way to sneak in, and put the dagger on his neck."

As he spoke, Yas shook his hand, and a bright silver dagger appeared in his hand. No one could see how the dagger appeared. His hand dropped, and the dagger disappeared.

"It's your style, so what do you think Boluogo would do?" Jeffrey asked.

"I never imagined that someone like me might sneak in secretly and capture the other party." Yas said that he didn't have much contact with Boluogo.

"Hmm... not very good. These are all 'common sense' solutions. If they are too common sense, they will appear boring." Jeffrey said something Yas couldn't understand.

"Then what do you think he will do?" Yas asked.

After thinking for two seconds, Jeffrey looked at his dinner plate. The sausage was chopped into pieces with a knife, and the sauce was like blood, covering the scattered meat.

"Rather than answer this question, I would like to say something else first..."

Jeffrey knitted his brows together, and instead of answering Yas's question, he talked about the problem of Boluogo himself.

"As I said before, Boluogo has been in the dark cell for too long and has some mental problems. What's worse is that I think Adele's death stimulated him and made him

The disease is getting worse."

"What disease?"

Yas put down his knife and fork. He has always been wary of existences related to the devil. He is also clearly opposed to hiring debtors in the Bureau of Order. The slightest possibility of Bologg losing control will attract his attention.

"role play?"

Jeffrey said uncertainly, this word was surprising, and before Yas could ask anything, he continued to explain.

"Bologo Lazarus... this man is a bit paranoid, narcissistic, and extremely adheres to his so-called 'iron law of justice'. Lebius feels that Bologo imagines himself as a 'savior', but

Compared to 'Savior', I actually think Bologo's idea is simpler."

Jeffrey frowned suddenly, remembering.

“One day Borogo suddenly told me that he understood the true meaning of life,” said Jeffrey. “At that time, Adele had just passed away. I thought he was just overly sad and started talking crazy, but

Now that I think about it, maybe he was serious."

"What did he say?" Yas became curious.

"He said that Adele is a person of faith. She was a military doctor many years ago and went to the battlefield to save people. After retiring, she still chose to do good and serve her God... People like her deserve to go to heaven.

That's right, enjoying the glory and warmth...

But her god gave her this ending.

Boluogo feels that the so-called god does not exist, and it may exist, but it is also an extremely indifferent god."

A helpless smile appeared on Jeffrey's face, and he continued.

"Berlogo often used some wonderful metaphors to describe some things, and he always said many fallacies that were problematic at first sight, but there was one thing he said right.

There must be someone who maintains the sacred ‘iron law of justice’.

If God does not respond to His followers, then it is up to Bologg to respond."

Jeffrey's voice became stern.

"It's up to Borogo Lazarus to set things right."

"What is he trying to correct?" Yas said.

"Iron laws of axioms.

To extend blessings to good people and bring down fire to evil people, this is the ‘iron law of justice’,” Jeffrey said, “This is the ‘role’ he is ‘role-playing’.”

"He said 'good man', 'savior' and 'hero'... These words are still too noble for him. He cannot be as great as a 'good man'. He is despicable and lowly, and what he is best at is

Kill people and fight violence with violence.

So he calls himself the ‘evil man’.”

"the wicked?"

"That's right, villain.

If God is not willing to punish those who have made mistakes, then it is up to Borogo Lazarus, a greater evil man, to punish and do evil."

Jeffrey took a deep breath and squinted his eyes, as if telling a scary story.

"The Wandering Fork Road, the shadowy place of Oath City and Opos, is full of filth and evil, and demons are hidden in every corner that is hard to reach...it is full of evil people."

Thinking of this, Jeffrey smiled, as if he was worried about those evil people.

"Now, an undead man who is somewhat mentally ill and obsessed with role-playing is humming a song and rushing there in full gear.

Boluogo is not only venting his anger, but also pursuing his own "iron laws of justice". He is his own god, a tyrannical and paranoid god.

Someone has to pay the blood penalty for his friend's death."

Yas understood what Jeffrey said. Just by imagining that scene, he felt an inexplicable pressure, and the tip of his nose seemed to smell deep blood.
To be continued...