On a beautiful morning, two people collapsed in a dark alley in a miserable state, one sitting next to the trash can and the other sitting inside the trash can.

Boluogo imitated Aimu's movements and looked up at the sky.

Cumulus clouds filled the sky above Opos, blocking the light behind the gloom, but there were still many gaps in the clouds, which revealed a golden glow, like a glimmer of hope in the absolute darkness.

"I think of Palmer. According to him, if Secret Energy Wind Source continues to advance, he will also be able to fly to a certain extent... I really want to fly to the sky to see if there is a so-called heaven."

Borrogo recalled, "After I told Palmer about this, he laughed at me for being a fool. Now that humans have developed airplanes and conquered the sky, there is nothing above the clouds."

"But I think maybe they didn't fly high enough? As long as they break through the clouds and cross the sky... I think there must be something waiting for us there."

After speaking, Boluogo looked at Aimu in the trash can. Strange liquids of various colors leaked out of the trash bag, exuding a disgusting sour smell.

Aimu had no sense of smell, so she had no sense of it. Bologg had smelled worse in the trenches, and he could tolerate it.

"Can you be quiet for a moment?"

The sound came from the trash can, and Aimu was now fed up with Boluogo.

Boluogo let out a burst of laughter, but he couldn't help it, the plot was too dramatic, and he couldn't bear it anymore.

Standing up unsteadily, Boluogo put his hand on the edge of the trash can and tumbled in.

With the extra Bologg, the trash can suddenly became crowded.

"Move over and make some room for me."

Boluogo pushed Aimu, and the two of them seemed to be fighting for the sofa, but the garbage bin was such a big place, there was no room to move, and the two of them were so close to each other.

"This feels really bad. I thought I could control my own destiny, but what if I did? I can't resist anyone."

Aimu's tone was lonely, and all her reliance came from the reset of time retrieval, but now besides her, there was a guy like Boluogo who wandered in the gap of time.

Just like the false identity I had used, all of this was ultimately a delusion and ended in nothingness.

"You know my wish, what about you? Boluogo, what do you want to do?"

Aimu turned his head and looked at Boluogo beside him. Every time he went back in time, he relied on the tracker to find him, just like a dog chasing a Frisbee, he never tired of it.

Boluogo said, "I said I came to save you, do you believe it?"

"Save? Boluogo, you sound like a bad guy. This is completely different from the impression I have of you in my memory."

"How should I put it? I have experienced a lot of fighting and killing, and I also want to do other things." Boluogo told about the past. "This was a suggestion from a friend of mine. She said that my power can be used for more than just...

If you are destroyed, you may be able to save others.”

"So you came to save me? Do you think I am so humble that I need your rescue?"

"Isn't it? Look at how embarrassed you are."

Bologg looked at Aimu lying in the garbage. She looked a little bad, with scratches and dents everywhere. Of course, these were all marks left by Bologg.

"That kind of thing sounds so arrogant."

Aimu shook his head and sarcastically said, "There are still many people in this world who need to be saved. There is no need for you to waste your time with me."

Boluogo denied, "This is different, and I don't know them."

"What do you want to prove? Boluogo, prove that I know you, so I will be saved by you. You must be arrogant."

Aimu racked his brains to think of words that could be attacked, "Oh, poor Aimu, fortunately you know a savior, otherwise you don't deserve to be saved!"

Boluogo smiled, stretched out his hand and put his arm around Aimu's shoulders. Aimu did not resist. She knew that resistance was meaningless. This damn undead could not be beaten or driven away. Even if the time went back, he would not be able to resist.

I will chase after you tenaciously.

Aimu has never had such a headache for someone.

"Someone asked me a similar question. He asked me that there are so many evil people in the world and I can't defeat them. My answer is, defeat those I can see first, and then defeat those I cannot see.

.”

Boluogo became hardened.

"The same answer is given to you. Yes, knowing me, Boluogo, is worthy of being saved. It is a miracle. I traveled thousands of miles to save you, just because I saw you. What's wrong with being arrogant, what's wrong with being arrogant,

Do you think I care about this?

And you are discussing this kind of issue with an undead? You are the one with the problem!"

Bologg made a rogue speech, which made Aimu not know how to refute. Bologg then continued.

"This is a magnificent world, and the fate of an individual is meaningless in front of it, whether it is you or me, it is so cold and cruel.

But if there is a prefix, it will be different. In Boluogo's world, the fate of an individual is still meaningless, except for you... you are different and you deserve to be saved."

Aimu hugged his knees and curled up, looking at the sky without saying a word.

"Aimu, you are a... fragile, curious, weird, and low-self-esteem being.

What do you need to believe that you are loved and recognized? You even want to have such a trial. As long as you pass this trial, you will have certain qualifications, and this qualification will

Support you and let you overcome all difficulties and obstacles.

Even if it is just a thin piece of proof, a casual promise, or an inexplicable recognition, it is enough to make you strong.

Yes, your wishes are really small."

As Bologg told it, Aimu crawled out of the trash can. She turned her back to Bologg and walked out of the alley. Bologg also climbed out.

The speed of the two of them was the same, not too fast nor too slow, and they kept a safe distance.

Boluogo suddenly said, "Are you afraid of being rejected by me?"

He still remembered what Aimu said about the dilemma of choice. There are some things that you can only do by yourself, and expecting others will cause greater harm.

Thinking of this, Boluogo began to realize the importance of a good educational environment for individual consciousness. Look what TEDA has done to Aimu.

"Aimu, you have human theories but no practice. If you don't try, you will always know what will happen.

Just like you are afraid of being rejected by me, if you don't ask me for help, how can you possibly know whether I will reject you or help you?"

Aimu stopped and said without looking back, "Because I understand you are an expert, a cold-blooded and efficient expert. You will only make rational and decisive decisions and will not let your personal emotions affect you at all."

Aimu and Boluogo experienced a joyful and bloody time together, and she knew exactly what the expert looked like when he entered work.

"Is that all? Then your understanding of me is too superficial," Boluogo shook his head, "That's it anyway, why not give it a try?"

Silence lingered between the two of them, and a strong etheric reaction arose in the distance, like the god of death demanding life. They didn't have much time to chat.

"Why did you save me that time in the Abandoned Land?" Aimu asked, "You gave me the ether, and you will fall into dormancy."

"It's just dormant, not really dead, and we are good brothers who have been through life and death, aren't we?"

Boluogo then talked about the bad words he had with Palmer, "I once made such a plan with Palmer. If we encounter a situation where we cannot resist, I allow Palmer to use me as a human shield to carry him."

Follow me to escape from the battlefield.

You understand what I mean, that is, he runs in front and I take the bullet from behind. I am the undead anyway, right?"

Aimu couldn't help but laugh. Just thinking about that kind of scene was so funny.

"Oh my god, Borogo, it's like this every time, it's like this every time..."

“What’s ‘like this every time’?”

"Every time I make up my mind, you always pop up and let me see a glimmer of hope, such as that time in the Abandoned Land. If you hadn't given me the ether, I would have been ready to start my plan.

"

"This time too?"

"Probably, to be honest, it would be too bad for someone to remember that embarrassed look, but you are an immortal, so I can't kill you to silence you."

"Ah ha ha ha," Boluogo laughed a few times, "You said you trust me."

"But the more I trust you, the less I dare to tell you my request. It would be too sad if you also rejected me."

"Why do you think I will definitely reject you? You have to ask to know the answer, right?"

The conversation fell into silence, and the silence lasted for a long time, and then was broken by a hesitant voice.

"Then... the time has come to make a decision, Borogo Lazarus."

Aimu turned his head and his words gradually became firmer without any emotion.

"As an expert of the Bureau of Order, take action against me and protect the assets of the Bureau of Order, or as my friend, do nothing, let me go, and let me realize my own wishes."

Boluogo didn't respond. Aimu looked at Boluogo deeply, turned and left.

Aimu felt inexplicably relaxed. Boluogo did not stop her, but allowed herself to leave. This should be the best ending, but she still felt a little sad and didn't know where this sadness came from.

Just as Aimu was about to walk out of the alley, a wall of earth rose from the ground, blocking Aimu's way. Then her body flew into the air, and silver hands grabbed her and pulled her back to Boluogo.

"Are you still going to hinder me?"

As expected, no one would choose him, and the same is true for Boluogo. He is an expert in iron-bloodedness, and he is just the target of his mission.

Aimu turned around and punched, but her fist was empty, and she was greeted with a hug.

Aimu was stunned, and Boluogo's roar rang in his ears, making his already confused mind even more confused.

"I choose the third option!
To be continued...