In the early morning of Oath City Opos, the deserted streets looked like a dessert shop that had been robbed by gangsters...

The undead and the alchemy doll looked at each other across the table, finding a brief moment of tranquility in this strange torrent of time.

Boluogo slumped on the chair and joked, "Don't, I came all the way to find you, so I will be sad if you say that."

"Boluogo, you are not suitable to say such things," Aimu spat out the chewed dessert in his mouth, "it's disgusting to hear it coming from your mouth."

"Then I have to say, if you really want to eat dessert, you can ask me for help. I don't mind gaining weight. Also, you look too ugly when you eat."

Bologg glanced at the dinner plate beside him. Aimu couldn't eat, so she chewed these things into pulp. It should be quite embarrassing for Bologg to see this behavior.

Aimu put down her fork and stared at the leisurely-looking Boluogo. In this time review, Boluogo could always find her. She had already noticed that something was wrong.

"Why can you always find me?"

"After all, we are good brothers who have gone through life and death. Isn't it too much to say that we have a clear understanding of each other?"

Boluogo wanted to solve Aimu's matter in this fifth time review, so he simply gave up his disguise and didn't care about the trap in Aimu's words at all.

Aimu's expression turned cold. Bologg's answer was just perfunctory. Moreover, a professional guy like Bologg didn't point out the "always" error in his sentence.

Yes, from Boluogo's perspective, this was the first time they met since the beginning of time backtracking, but from Aimu's perspective, this was already the third time. Aimu didn't think this was a coincidence.

"Alright alright."

Borrogo raised his hand and showed off his special gloves.

The gloves are wrapped with cables and some precise mechanical structures. There is also a pointer on the back of the hand. The pointer is now pointing firmly at Aimu.

"tracking device?"

Aimu understood what was going on in an instant. Her current body was created by Bailey. It was too easy for her to do some tricks in it.

"uh-huh."

Boluogo flipped his palms and admired the exquisite structure. "I didn't expect that Bailey is not useless at all."

In the fourth time backtracking, after meeting up with Lebius, Boluogo told Lebius the information he had learned from Bailey during the previous time backtrackings.

In order to avoid accidents and optimize the operation, Bologo asked Lebius to immediately go to Bailey after going back in time to obtain the tracker and the support of the alchemy weapon from her.

Speaking of which, Boluogo was quite looking forward to that scene. The sleepy Bailey opened the door and saw the gloomy-looking Lebius standing behind the door... This must have frightened her.

Lebius from the pack of wolves came to visit him early in the morning, which made people feel uneasy no matter how much he thought about it.

Then in this fifth time review, when Bologger inserted the key in the parking lot and started the car, Lebius got into the passenger seat with the required alchemical weapons and tracker.

Boluogo was very grateful for his intuition. During the fourth time review, Aimu used herself as a tree hole and confided her unbearable pain and crazy thoughts.

Bologg felt that Aimu would make completely different choices after that, and that was actually the case.

When Boluogo crashed into the battlefield carrying Lebius, the original plot was modified. Aimu did not appear there, and the same was true for the king's shield guard.

The car exploded into a ball of fire, releasing raging black smoke as it burned. Bologo stood by the fire and used the flames from the car's wreckage to light a cigarette for himself.

Lebius glanced at Boluogo and said, "I remember you don't smoke."

"I almost never smoke. I only think about it when I'm under a lot of pressure... This is a bad habit I picked up when I was in the army. I thought the experience in the dark prison would make me forget it, but it's obvious that it has been engraved in my mind."

It’s in my instinct.”

Boluogo had bought this pack of cigarettes for almost half a year, and he had only smoked one or two cigarettes. He swallowed them in large gulps, but could not taste anything.

"You have never fought in trench warfare, right? I think it is no different from fighting in hell."

Probably in order to relieve his inner irritability, Boluogo rarely mentioned his past to Lebius.

"Usually trench warfare can last for several months, and you can only hide in that cramped trench, while such a larger place is your battlefield.

You can't see where the enemy is or how to attack. It feels like you are fighting a group of ghosts.

Rain of bullets whizzes over your head from time to time, and artillery shells will explode a few meters away from you, and you can do nothing except pray.

Your comrade will die without warning, and you will have to move his body out of the trench and stack it together like a sandbag, and you will be on top of his body and fire back at the enemy."

Boluogo took a brief puff of the cigarette and then stopped, quietly watching it burn and turn into gray dust bit by bit.

"There is blazing gunpowder smoke everywhere. You think the rainy day will save your hot heart, but the rain washes away the dead bodies, and the dirty blood mixes with the rainwater and pours into the trench. They will also be mixed with your excrement.

Amid the stench, rats gnaw on corpses in the shadows, spreading disease. Your skin will become inflamed, swollen, and some may even rot.

You can only watch yourself decay bit by bit, but there is nothing you can do except sit back and watch it all happen.

That's hell, and you're trapped in it."

The cigarette was half burned, and the ashes were scattered in the wind.

"Cigarettes and alcohol are the only placebos in hell. We use them to escape the cruel reality and numb our nerves."

Lebius did not understand trench warfare. Since the fall of the Holy City, no war as tragic as the Scorched Earth Wrath has broken out between the countries. And with the advancement of modern technology, trench warfare has become

Behind, buried in history.

From this point of view, except for undead people like Bologg, there are very few veterans left in the world who have personally experienced trench warfare.

Lebius understood the implication of Boluogo's words, and he asked, "At this time, the axis disorder incident will bring you the same pressure as trench warfare, right?"

"It's almost the same. In terms of pressure, it's almost the same."

Lebius was silent. He had read Bologo's information, but some experiences could not be fully expressed in words.

Boluogo asked abruptly, "Team leader, was your childhood happy?"

"That's right. I was born in a relatively well-off family. My mother is a teacher and my father is a doctor." Lebius did not hide it and answered Boluogo's question calmly. "Why did you mention these things?"

?”

Lebius gradually fell into Bologo's channel. He felt that discussing childhood seemed out of place in such a serious and repressive environment.

"Then do you think Amu's childhood was happy?"

"Aimu?"

"Yes, Amu, don't regard her as an alchemy doll. Think of her as a human being and think about her experience."

Lebius thought along the narration of Boluogo, and he imagined a terrible picture.

"Yeah, it's terrible," Bologg continued, "I know Amu's experience, and I can probably guess what she's thinking."

"She can't figure out who she is. Is she a human being? Or an alchemy doll?

This kind of separation makes her thoughts inevitably become morbid, and she is still a child. Children need emotional support from relatives, but her emotional demands for TEDA... You also know TEDA's response, this kind of repressed life

After a long time, even a person will go crazy, let alone an alchemy doll."

Bologg was like a psychiatrist who had been practicing medicine for many years, accurately grasping Aimu's heart. Lebius's eyes on Bologg changed a bit. He gradually realized that he seemed to have never really understood

This team member.

"I remember this disease was mentioned in the book, called childhood emotional neglect. Of course, Aimu's situation may be more complicated."

Feeling the surprise in Lebius's eyes, Boluogo continued, "This will cause many problems for individuals, such as low self-esteem, lack of self-confidence, doubts about others, and a psychological defense like an iron wall."

Boluogo agreed very much with the idea of ​​"iron wall-like psychological defense". Look at Aimu, she only dared to reveal her true feelings to him when she was sure that she would not retain her memory.

"I don't know how to get along with others, and I don't know how to keep distance. I constantly doubt myself, and I can't clarify my own feelings and needs. I will please others just for a little sense of security..."

As if giving an endorsement, Bologg muttered a large number of symptoms. After finishing speaking, Bologg remained silent for a second or two, and then made a summary.

"In other words, we are dealing with a rebellious alchemy doll who has severe mental illness, is related to the devil, and possesses fantasy seeds and superb fighting skills."

Lebius thought for a while and nodded in agreement, "I didn't expect you to be a psychologist."

In the eyes of Lebius, Boluogo's reputation as an expert has become somewhat close to omnipotence.

"Psychologist, no, no, no, I'm not, I just have some understanding of this thing," Bologo explained. "When I was first released from prison, Jeffrey found a psychiatrist for me and asked me to do it every week.

One session of psychological counseling.”

"Later it was confirmed that my mental state was stable, so we had nothing to talk about some illnesses, academic issues and other issues. I always felt that learning more skills would definitely be useful one day. Look, it will be useful here."

Lebius didn't know how to evaluate Bologo for a while, and then the topic returned to the timeline disorder.

"Then you know how to deal with Aimu, right?"

"Yes, fortunately Aimu is still a child, which means that her childhood is not over yet, and everything can be remedied."

Boluogo looked directly at the burning fireball, and the brilliant light gradually filled his eyes, and then he looked at the cigarette in his hand.

The burning of a cigarette is like a timer. Now that it has burned out, it is time to start the next step.

"It's actually very simple to fix a bad childhood.

Enough patience, most of it comes from the recognition of others, and a fatal amount of sincerity and care..."

Burlogo then added.

"By the way, absolute violence is needed to make her listen to me honestly."

Boluogo took a deep breath, threw the cigarette butt into the fire, and said in a loud voice.

"Let's get started! The doctor is going out for a consultation!"

Aimu made up his mind to welcome a new life, so the direction of the plot also changed.
To be continued...