Among Palmer and Bologue's many movie collections, Aimou picked and chose for a long time before finding a warm and fun movie suitable for everyone to watch together.

Even so, the warmth and beauty of this movie were relative, filled with lively black humor and violence, with everyone noisily seeing the plot through to the end.

When Aimou was picking the movie, Bologue didn't feel anything, but Palmer was extremely nervous.

Palmer muttered, "It's like someone's going through my closet."

Having someone go through your collection and see their judgmental expressions based on the types of movies you collect is indeed quite nerve-wracking.

Aimou maintained her manners, but she was still shocked by Palmer's...to be precise, both Bologue and Palmer's taste.

The majority were crime thrillers, followed by some comedies, which was reasonable, but then there were some childish cartoons, like finding a pile of blood-stained knives in a drawer and then pulling out a few baby pacifiers.

"Don't ask me," Palmer shook his head, "Bologue picked those."

"You're wondering why there are cartoons?" Bologue tried to come up with a reasonable explanation, "They were promotional giveaways from the video store."

Aimou didn't pursue the matter further. When these two got together, anything strange could happen; she was already used to it.

Everyone gathered together, Bologue sat next to Aimou, watching the movie and eating, sometimes cheering for the plot, sometimes whispering to discuss.

Palmer seemed like he hadn't eaten for a day, shoveling cake into his mouth, and before swallowing, tearing off a chicken drumstick.

Hart carefully held his cake, being furry, he was constantly shedding hair, and he was trying to avoid others getting his hair in their food.

Wei'Er weaved in and out among the few people, occasionally knocking over cups or stepping on cream, smearing it everywhere.

Bode remained silent, watching everything like an elder.

At that moment, the focus was no longer on the gathering, nor on eating or watching the movie; the point was the time spent together, something Bode hadn't experienced in a long time.

Thinking about these things, Bode felt an endless sorrow inside, and more sadly, he couldn't make a pained expression or shed tears, and as for crying, it felt meaningless.

The people familiar with Bode had long died, no one could understand his sadness, and now showing it would only worry others.

Bode stopped thinking about those things and, like Bologue and the others, tried hard to enjoy the moment.

It wasn't just Bode with such strong feelings; at a certain moment, Bologue also suddenly felt a surreal sense of disorientation.

The living room was messy, filled with stuff, everyone sprawled out on the sofas in all directions. Even though it was crowded, no one moved.

Bologue looked at Aimou beside him and at the friends around him.

At this moment, the movie was reaching its end, with the two protagonists driving on the highway, their travel funds were low, and the gas tank was almost empty.

The two unlucky guys had been driving nonstop for several days, extremely exhausted. The guy in the top hat had bloodshot eyes, gripping the steering wheel tightly, while the one in the cowboy hat lounged beside him, chatting to keep them both awake.

Top Hat said, "I must be crazy, letting your nonsense convince me to cross half the continent to see the sea with you."

"Haha, isn't it great," Cowboy Hat replied, "I've never seen the sea, and neither have you, right?"

"I would have seen the sea someday, just not now!"

"Someday, someday, you've said that too many times! Friend," Cowboy Hat cheered, "How long have we known each other, ten years? Or twenty years? Since the day I met you, you've been saying that."

"And then? For that one sentence, you crazily ran all the way here!"

Top Hat screamed, this impromptu trip by Cowboy Hat had completely disrupted Top Hat's peaceful life, and he hadn't stopped complaining the entire way.

Top Hat, in a fit of pique, floored the gas pedal, and the rundown car spewed black smoke, like an exhausted old horse, making a final sprint.

Top Hat shouted, "This is the worst memory of my life."

"And also the most unforgettable!"

Cowboy Hat was overjoyed, the wind hitting his face, as he shouted his philosophy to his friend.

"What a crazy act! Isn't it wonderful!

We need to do something so that when we're about to die, we have something to look back on, instead of just waiting to die!"

Cowboy Hat sang along with the wind, while Top Hat didn't want to pay attention to him, and now he was so tired, feeling like his hands were welded to the steering wheel.

It wasn't clear how long they had been driving, but the car began to bounce violently. Cowboy Hat didn't react at all, having fallen asleep in exhaustion, leaving only Top Hat struggling to hold on.

The car slowly climbed a hill, and the moment it crested the top, the vast blue sea appeared before them.

Top Hat was stunned.

The sea breeze brushed against his cheeks, driving away the heat and thirst. The dust on him seemed to turn into grains of salt, and his hair carried the scent of lemon and tuna.

Top Hat stopped the car and slapped Cowboy Hat awake, shouting at him in a choked voice.

"Damn! My friend, we've reached paradise!"

With that out-of-control shout from Top Hat, the film came to an end.

At the moment the screen went black, it was like a dimming frame, reflecting the people on the sofa in a brief group photo.

Bologue leaned back, his eyes filled with countless images.

The others were talking about their impressions of the movie, while Bologue silently laughed.

Once upon a time, things he didn't dare to desire actually came true, without him realizing it until this moment, as if suddenly enlightened, he became aware of their existence.

The time for dispersal came, Palmer said something to Bode, and Bode picked up Wei'Er, after a simple farewell, grabbed the Key of the Crooked Path, and headed straight back to the Undying Club.

Before leaving, Palmer stopped Bode, Hart had no idea what was happening, he only had time to wave at Bologue before Bode held him, taking him back to the Undying Club together.

From the Undying Club, it wouldn't take Hart long to walk back to the Order Bureau, and as for being discovered...it was already midnight, anyway, the urban legends of Opus wouldn't mind one more "Midnight Beastman."

Bologue was unexpectedly happy, humming a tune as he cleaned up the dishes in the kitchen; he wouldn't let guests clean up the remnants, and as for Palmer? Asking him for help would only be counterproductive.

During the time Bologue was busy, Palmer sent everyone else away, only leaving Aimou confused and standing there.

Suddenly, Palmer plopped down next to Aimou and whispered, "I know what happened today."

Seeing Palmer's sly smile, Aimou felt something was amiss.

"You wanted to invite Bologue alone, right? But it turned out like this."

Aimou said, "Well… to be precise, I did think it might turn out this way."

"Huh?"

This time, it was Palmer's turn to be stunned, but he quickly bounced back, "It's okay, we lost the first half, but we still have the second half."

"Now the coach is here, I'll help you win the second half," Palmer said, flashing car keys, "You know what I mean, right?"

"I guess so..."

Aimou recalled when Bode was leaving, with Hart on his back and Wei'Er on his shoulder, already heavily burdened, but he didn't forget to give her a thumbs-up before leaving.

It was clear that Palmer was clearing out those irrelevant people for Aimou, and Aimou's view of Palmer changed, she was actually a bit touched.

"Incredible, you actually grew a brain."

"It's just what brothers do...wait, what do you mean brain?"

"Nothing."

"Fine, I won't argue with you," Palmer whispered, "Normally, I wouldn't do this kind of betraying a brother act."

Aimou said, "But what's different this time?"

Palmer paused for a moment, then explained, "You helped Vasilina before, she really likes you, so I'm helping you this time for her."

Then Bologue walked out of the kitchen, and before he could speak, Palmer interjected.

"You give Aimou a ride back."

The car keys were tossed over, Bologue caught them in one go, he didn't refuse, sometimes Bologue's mind was quite simple. After all, his troubles were already plenty, no need to overthink things.

Before sending Aimou off, Palmer kept winking at Aimou, while Aimou felt that Palmer seemed more excited than she was, and in comparison, she thought Palmer was more like the child.

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