Aimu thought for a while, and his tone suddenly became stronger, "Do you think I am the kind of layman who can be moved by money?"

"ah?"

Boluogo's mind was completely confused. Just when he was trying to clear his mind, Aimu suddenly stood up.

"That's it for now. I'll help you fix this thing. As for the reward, I'll figure it out later."

She didn't give Boluoge any chance to speak, and then waved her hand to Boluogo, "Go back to work, let's go!"

After saying that, Aimu left quickly and disappeared on the observation tower, leaving only Boluogo alone, looking at a loss in the cold wind.

Boluogo's feeling at this moment was extremely strange. It was no longer as simple as being left to dry in the mountains, but not long after he lay down, a group of lively deer stepped on his body and turned over.

The whale turned over and tried to knock down some disturbing deer with a flick of its tail, but when it came to its senses, they had already disappeared into the dense forest.

Boluoge suddenly felt so frustrated that he couldn't even hit the cotton with all his strength.

It wasn't until Aimu entered the elevator that the smile on her face faded away. She stayed there for a few seconds, then put her head on the corner of the elevator and murmured to herself.

"I...what have I done?"

His mind was so hot that he actually did these things. He knew clearly that he shouldn't do this, but looking at Boluogo's look, Aimu couldn't control himself no matter what.

It's hard not to touch a stray cat as you pass by.

As if to control his emotions, the flesh and blood body was replaced by cold metal, but there was still an unstoppable buzzing sound in Aimu's body. After a few seconds, the machine cracked, and hot steam spurted out instantly, filling the elevator.

between.

When the elevator arrived at the sublimation furnace core, the elevator door opened, and Aimu walked out of the surging mist. This shocked several passing researchers. While they thought Aimu's appearance was very handsome, they also wondered whether the elevator was out of control.

What's wrong?

It's really strange. Logically speaking, this kind of problem won't happen in the office.

…

Palmer is a noisy guy, like a child who is afraid of being alone. He will turn on the lights in the living room, play loud music, or turn on the TV, and there will be no peace for a moment.

When Bologg returned home with mixed emotions, the room was dark and extremely quiet. The noisy Palmer was not at home. Bologg guessed that he should be in the practice room, training day and night.

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Boluogo didn't have any idea to dissuade Palmer. Now his mind was full of anger and motivation. Palmer needed to do something to consume this energy. While he was tired, his violent consciousness would also be temporarily restored.

of tranquility.

Forgetting those things that touched his heartstrings, Boluogo sat on the sofa and leaned against the soft cushions. He tried to calm down his heart, but Aimu's words emerged from his mind like a magic spell.

This made Boluogo feel a little ashamed...perhaps he is really as shy and reserved as Aimu said.

Sometimes it is difficult for a person to recognize his true face, and Boluogo needs help from others, just like a mirror, reflecting his true appearance.

A question emerged in Boluogo's mind, why did he resist and defend?

Are those things too unfamiliar to me?

As an expert, Boluogo never dislikes unfamiliar things. As long as he contacts, tries and learns, anything unfamiliar will not be difficult for him.

But this time it's different.

Bologg fell into silence for a long time, until the too quiet atmosphere made Bologg feel a little uncomfortable.

The conversation with Aimu soothed Bologg's heart, but it also brought more questions. Bologg thought, turned on the radio, and after waiting for a while, a familiar voice sounded in the darkness.

"Hello listeners! I am Dudel, your loyal friend who broadcasts twice a day, welcome to this column!"

Due to his busy work schedule, Bologg hadn't heard Dudel's voice for a while. Now that he heard those familiar words, he felt like he was reunited with an old friend.

Dudel's chattering voice drove away the loneliness, and Boluogo walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the bustling city.

Bologg remembered the last scene recorded in The Child of Narration. Bologg remembered that street and the flower shop.

Previously, Boluogo had been puzzled as to why Church would take the initiative to expose himself.

Destroy the plague of decay and save the city?

This sounds like a good reason, but Bologg feels that the reason is not enough. You must know that Church is just an intelligence agent, and the rule of avoiding direct combat has been engraved in his instinct... This is what Bologg should do.

The thing to do, not him.

This incomprehension was understood through the conversation with Aimu, as time passed, and as Bologo thought about himself.

Thinking of the flowers that Church was carrying when they found him...a small and somewhat ridiculous reason.

In this way, the reason became sufficient. Realizing this, Boluogo even wanted to cheer for Church and praise him for his crazy move.

"You love this city and the people in this city, and for all this, you even go against your own nature."

Boluogo sighed.

"Oh my god..."

Bologg is a person who considers himself rational, but the so-called love is anti-rational. Bologg doesn't like things that are anti-rational, but he doesn't want to spurn love.

Like a tempting poison, Boluogo was helpless in the face of it.
Chapter completed!