Chapter 206

Outside the door came a dense sound of footsteps, which disappeared as they approached the room.

About three seconds later, a polite knock came from behind the wooden door, which seemed to be the visit of a polite gentleman.

Hoffa looked out from the cat's eye at the door. There was a well-dressed man, several German officers, standing in front of Hoffa's house.

Besides, behind the officer stood two tall figures in black hoods.

This scene makes Hoffa secretly surprised that he is actually a member of the imperial wizard Association.

Since the gradual expansion of Germany's influence in Europe, the number of German witches has also increased. These greendevo's subordinates have merged and set up a special organization. They not only have no idea of concealing the identity of witches, but also, together with the Muggles, hunt and kill dissidents in this wizarding world.

Its status and terror are no less than the Gestapo officers in Muggles.

However, these people have never been able to inspect the sites where they live. Why do these people come here to inspect today?

Dong Dong!

The wooden door rang again.

It's like a call to death.

Hoffa bit his lower lip, looked at the ugly nun in the loose robe and said in a low voice:

"Why are you so loud?"

She covered her mouth and said apologetically, "Oh... Oh, I'm sorry."

What a disaster!

The heart complains incomparably, but the hand movement actually does not stop.

Without delay, Hoffa immediately pressed the girl's mouth with one hand, dragged her clothes with the other, and forced her into the room. Then, without giving her any chance to resist, he pressed her under the bed.

"Keep quiet, or you'll be dead."

He told the frightened nun, then pulled the sheets, took out some clothes from the wardrobe, while changing clothes in a hurry, came to the cupboard of the tea table and put away the coins and pistols on the table. Put it in a carton and lock it in the cabinet of the room.

Then he took out a tube of grey mud like liquid from the drawer next to him, raised his head and poured it....

outside the door, the German officer who knocked on the door three times didn't get any response, so he stepped back and nodded to the two black robed witches standing beside him.

The black wizard stepped forward and drew out his wand.

Just as they were about to blow up the door.

The wooden door in front of him was suddenly pulled open.

A middle-aged man with black hair and beard in pajamas stood at the door and asked in fluent German, "what's the matter?"

Gestapo immediately pushed away the two black robed witches, with a professional smile on his face: "Hello, is this Mr. erela lapar's home?"

This is a very tall man - so tall that he can almost overlook the 1.9 meter tall gohoffa. He was dressed in black, without rank or medal.

His skin is brown and red. He is obviously very healthy. He is as thin as a whip handle. His shoulders, hands and neck are full of muscles. The Colonel's eyes were small and black, like the omni-directional lens of some primitive camera. Face angular, shadow, plane, convex. Along the jaw line, there is a thin circle of beard, highlighting his angular face, like blood to the blade.

"Yes, I am erela lapar."

Hoffa nodded. The man's appearance reminds Hoffa of the poisonous leopard he met in the Forbidden Forest many years ago.

Gestapo reached out and said, "Hello, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm captain Muller mans of SS. "

(but when he talks, he has a soft voice.)

Hoffa quickly grasped each other's rough and slender hands, "what can I do for you?"

"Ah, we happened to have a routine inspection in the neighborhood and found your house. Do you mind if we go in and have a chat?"

"This..."

Huo FA looked at the sky in embarrassment.

In front of the tall SS Colonel immediately said with a smile: "we will leave in a moment, will not delay too much time."

Hoffa then showed a respectful smile: "of course, please come in."

Captain SS walked into Hoffa's room with a briefcase, while the two figures in black hoods stopped at the door, just like the servants of death.

The SS captain sat down in the dining room chair with a smile. He took off his gloves and looked around Hoffa's room.

"Your apartment is very elegant, Mr. lapar. I like your taste very much."

"I didn't clean it up. It's a mess."

Hoffa touched his head. He was a little embarrassed and laughed.

Although the guy in front of him looks very polite, he knows that everyone who can sit on the SS colonel is a guy with hundreds of lives in his hands.He stood quietly on the top of the pile of broken porcelain pieces, hoping to cover up the trace of the fight with the female burglar.

"Do you have anything to drink?"

The SS captain's eyes rested on an empty decorative bottle on the Bogu shelf: "can I have some gin? God knows how many families I visited this day."

"Finished," Hoffa said apologetically. "Now there's only water at home."

He doesn't drink at all. Those bottles are just for decoration

"Ah, it's OK, it's OK. It's a good thing to drink less. It's good for your nerves

Colonel Muller of the SS is as familiar as an old friend.

"A glass of water, please."

Hoffa stepped aside and silently poured a glass of boiled water for the uninvited guest. He could feel the Colonel's eyes whirling around the room as he poured the water.

Then he politely put the water in front of the Gestapo and stood aside.

Colonel Gestapo picked up the glass and gulped it down.

After drinking, he breathed freely, like a traveler who has been walking in the desert for a hundred days.

After a comfortable belch, the Colonel straightened up sharply:

"Mr. lapar, sit down. I've got a few questions to ask, and I'll get them soon. "

Hoffa sat down. The Muggle in front of him controlled the context strongly and didn't give him the chance to rebound.

He took out some papers from his briefcase, counted them in rows, and finally stayed on a piece of paper.

"What is your business in Paris, Mr. lapar?"

"Leather, fabric."

"I'm responsible for supplying a few stores," Hoffa said

"Oh, clothes, ha ha, I like French clothes. They are very stylish. Where is your store?"

"Seinaman, but it's almost closed now."

"Seinaman Province," Gestapo nodded, "can I have a look at the identity information? As you know, work needs to be done. "

"It doesn't matter."

Hoffa straightened up, took down an iron box from the Bogu shelf, took out several pieces of paper from the iron box and handed them over.

Captain SS gently took out a unilateral eye from his chest pocket and carefully compared the identity information on the document.

"Herrera lapar, whose ancestral home is Italy, lives in Paris temporarily for 20 years, with residence certificate and identity certificate. Well, that's right, that's right... "

after reading it, Gestapo took off his glasses.

"There's no problem at all. Even the most critical auditor can't find anything wrong."

"Naturally, I've always been very disciplined."

Said Hoffa.

"That's the best. Well, I have a small favor. If Mr. lapar can help us, I'll be... Very grateful."

"What's up?"

The string in Hoffa's head gradually collapses and tightens. He knows that the other side has already shown his intention, and he must deal with it with 12 points.

"It's like this."

Colonel Mueller of Gestapo changed his posture and crossed his fingers: "we lost a very, very dangerous prisoner."

"Prisoner?"

Hoffa repeated.

"Ha, yes, prisoner."

Colonel Gestapo took out a picture and put it in front of Hoffa: "female prisoner."

Hoffa looked aside. In the black-and-white photo, she was a very strange looking young girl. She had black hair, pale skin, and was sitting in the black background in a white dress. At first glance, the photo was OK. But after a closer look, he found that the girl's eyes were pure white, and there was no black eye. She seemed to be blind, but she didn't look like black Her eyes were staring at her through the photo, like a living creature.

"Have you seen this girl?"

No, Hoffa replied honestly. It's true. He hasn't seen the guy in the picture in his life.

"Not really?"

"No

"But according to the clues I got, the last place where she disappeared should be where you lived."

Hoffa was startled. He immediately thought of the woman thief.

But she and the guy in the picture are just two people. The guy in the picture is much better than her.

"I don't know. I didn't go out when I got back from work at 8 o'clock tonight, and there was no one else at home."

Pause: "and this person's eyes are very special, if I have seen them, I will never forget them."

As he spoke, Colonel Gestapo looked into Hoffa's eyes without blinking.

After watching for a few seconds, he grinned and straightened up: "if Mr. lapar says that, I will be relieved. After all, the prisoner is very dangerous and we are worried that she will hurt the innocent. But since she's not here, it's nothingGestapo stood up and held out his hand.

Hoffa breathed a sigh of relief. At least he was spared a fight. Although he was not afraid of the people in front of him, he could not compete with a huge empire. If you can muddle through quietly, it is naturally the best.

He quickly took each other's hand: "OK, if I see her, I will let you know as soon as possible."

"That's the best."

After shaking hands, Gestapo said casually, "by the way, can I have another glass of water before I leave? I may have several more to go tonight. God knows if those people will give me water."

"Good."

Hoffa turned to pour the water again.

In front of the sink, Hoffa was holding a glass.

The Gestapo asked casually, like an old friend, behind him.

"Mr. lapar, do you live alone?"

"Yes,"

"isn't that lonely?"

"I'm used to it."

Said Hoffa. "All these years."

"Didn't you think about finding a partner? There are many women of the right age in our unit. They are eager to deal with successful businessmen like you. "

"You're kidding. I had a wife before, but I'm dead." Hoffa said calmly, "I'm not going to continue for the time being."

"Oh, I'm sorry, that's a sad story."

"Never mind, it's been a long time."

Hoffa stood calmly in front of the Gestapo and handed him the glass.

(the meaning is obvious. I hope he can finish the water soon and then go on the road. The prescription of compound decoction will soon be over.)

Gestapo took the water with satisfaction, but only holding it, not drinking it.

"I have one better question, Mr. lapar."

"Excuse me."

"Whose shoes are those at the entrance?"

Hoffa looked sideways and his heart stopped.

It's like falling into an ice cellar.

On the ground of the entrance, there was a pair of dirty black women's Martin boots, which were left by the scarred faced woman thief when she was stealing.

It's a dog in the sun. Why did the woman thief change her shoes when she was stealing? It's really puzzling.

Gestapo slowly raised his head, at this moment, his face professional smile with a certain sharpness and perspective.

He sipped his water slowly.

"It seems that there is more than one person in your family."

"Ah."

Hoffa said dryly, "I have a lover who is sleeping in the room."

The Gestapo looked at him and said nothing.

Hoffa felt like he was being seen through by a Muggle.

He is crazy in his heart. Sure enough, none of the things that can be mixed up to a certain extent in this era are fuel-efficient lights.

At this time, he can feel that the effect of the compound decoction on himself is gradually disappearing, and soon he will be exposed to this * *.

With his appearance, I'm afraid that the two German witches outside can recognize his identity at a glance, so a fight is inevitable.

I didn't expect that I went to Durant warehouse to pick up the goods. I didn't meet the people of the wizard Association. When I came back home, I fell into the hands of an inexplicable female thief.

"Would you please take us up to see her?"

The SS captain was still smiling and inquiring, but he was very fierce and cruel. Obviously, this request is not allowed to be rejected.

Hoffa nodded and whispered, "yes."

With his whispering, the huge mental field flooded the house like an invisible tide.

In the shadow of the house, countless fine stone spines slowly grow out, and the whole house seems to be alive. It opens its huge mouth, revealing countless sharp tusks.

The two witches outside the door immediately felt it. They pulled out the standard wand of black thorn pear wood and pushed the door open.

Just as the undercurrent between the four was about to break out.

Ding Lingling!!

A cheerful bell rang in the room.

Hoffa was shocked, his mental field receded like a tide, and countless spikes in the house disappeared instantly.

Looking around, the bronze old turntable telephone at home is now shaking at the sound of Ding Lingling.

He has been in this place for more than half a year, and has never received a phone call. For fear of being monitored, he and Norbert never communicate by phone, and usually no one calls him. It's like a decoration to him.

But at this point, the phone rings. What's the situation? Who knows his number?