Endless Debt Chapter 1027 - 96: Suicide Squad_2

"No wonder you can smash people’s heads without a blink, no wonder you don’t react to the Face of Horror, no wonder..."

Bologue seemed to understand what Aimou was saying, his overly indifferent reaction made her think he actually had some kind of psychological defect, which was perfectly concealed by his "rigor" and "coldness."

For a moment, Bologue didn’t know how to explain these things to Aimou. Should he tell her that he had been chopping people for ten years in a shattered reality, and that chopping and killing people, if not becoming second nature, had at least become skillful over time.

No, it feels like saying it would only make things worse.

Aimou might think he was an ultimate killer, numb to the act of killing, someone even this Contract Object couldn’t subdue.

"Calm down, I’m very healthy. Do you need me to take out the case notes my psychologist gave me?"

Bologue said as he grabbed Aimou’s hand in reverse, "You can test me yourself if you like."

He added, "Heart Overlapping Shadow, with it here, I can’t deceive you, can I?"

Aimou looked at Bologue skeptically. Since her promotion, her Shared Chord Body was strengthened and advanced into Heart Overlapping Shadow. This power allowed Aimou to delve deeper into others’ psychology, even implanting some suggestions to guide their actions.

No one would want their entire inner world to be spied upon, and Bologue was no exception. Since then, he had never overlapped with Aimou, relying on her power for reinforcement.

Aimou was the same.

The influence of power is mutual, like universal gravitation. When Aimou probed into the depths of Bologue’s heart, Bologue would also get a glimpse of her.

Bologue would feel uneasy due to the openness of his heart, and Aimou would too.

Hearing Bologue actively letting her probe his heart made Aimou panic and hesitate. Her words were stammering as she tried to muster the assertiveness she had earlier.

"No, doesn’t that make me seem opportunistic?"

"Why do I feel like you’re bluffing?"

"Oh, taunting me, are you!"

Aimou gathered her courage, her hand turned ethereal, overlapping with Bologue’s hand.

The partial overlap was not enough to see all of the other’s heart but could sense a bit of emotion.

Aimou originally thought that what awaited her would be a void and barren mental world, but she felt an incredible serenity and the joy that slowly rose beneath that serenity. The only noise was vague anger and madness, seemingly the lingering aura of the Vengeful Saw Axe.

"Are you happy?" Aimou asked, puzzled.

"Sort of."

"Why are you happy? Got yourself a new killing toy, can’t wait to use it for mass slaughter?" Aimou said, "You really are twisted, aren’t you!"

"No."

Bologue said expressionlessly, "I really like talking to Aimou, even if it’s trivial conversations, it’s fine. It’s very relieving, making one feel comfortable and joyful."

His voice was as cold as reading a work report, but Aimou clearly felt the joy conveyed from Bologue.

Aimou realized that Bologue might not have a physiological defect, but rather a defect in facial muscles, like his perpetually unfocused gaze. He wasn’t despising you, nor intentionally acting cold, he was just a bit nearsighted, couldn’t see clearly.

Aimou withdrew her hand and felt a bit chaotic, "Do you have anything else?"

"That’s all."

Bologue put away the Vengeful Saw Axe, which was settled behind his waist, wrapped in layers of Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid.

Thankful that upon joining, he entered a colossal entity like the Order Bureau, not only were promotion resources unneeded to be fought over, but even such lethal arms were warehouse assigned.

Bologue deeply realized the convenience and welfare of joining a good company, the only downside being their rivals were equally powerful.

"Oh, right, one more thing."

Bologue invited, "Palmer and I are planning to hold a movie marathon, which might take quite a while, you might need to take some time off. Are you interested?"

"Sure." Aimou replied straightforwardly, she never missed such events.

"See you next time then."

Bologue left cleanly, without the slightest longing, leaving Aimou alone, stunned in the warehouse.

After some time of calmness, she muttered to herself, "Since... since you have emotions, are you pretending to be dumb intentionally?"

Thinking of this, then recalling her own embarrassment just now, Aimou couldn’t help but clench her fist, that subtle competitive spirit surged again.

Bologue walked with large strides down the corridor, his thoughts intertwined with the Contract Object he had just obtained.

This extremely dangerous thing wasn’t given just because Aimou thought it suited himself, this must have gone through the Decision Room’s approval, it’s because the Decision Room felt this weapon could be handed to him.

Hell, ever since knowing the nature of plurality, no matter what kind of order the Decision Room issued, Bologue couldn’t help but think of it as a potential conspiracy.

The more suspicion about such matters, the more tiring they become.

Just as Bologue thought of these things, he suddenly noticed something. The corridor in front of him was very familiar, as if he had just walked past here.

Bologue was always a practitioner, the Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid extended outward, threw a Flying Knife, which stabbed steadily into the ground. Bologue sprinted forward, rounded several corners, and returned to the original spot, pulling the Flying Knife from the ground.