Chapter 209

He reached out and slowly tore off Chloe's scarred face.

Under the mask was a pretty face, almost the same size as myself. Her pale skin was stretched on her cheekbones, her eyes were large, lavender, deep in the empty sockets, her lips were bloodless, and her muscles were twitching all the time.

Despite this, Hoffa still found that behind her appearance of self-restraint and pain, the girl's body still had traces of her healthy life - she should have a goose face, white skin, soft lips and long soft wine red hair.

"What did you do to her, poison her?"

Hoffa asked through the door.

"Poisoned? No no no. She forgot to take the medicine. We brought it for her, that's all

Captain SS continued:

"I know you, Mr. Bach, and I have great respect for your teacher, the Saint grindevoir. So I won't talk nonsense. I advise you to leave her as soon as possible. Otherwise, you will not be able to bear the consequences when she goes away. "

The name made Hoffa, who was checking Chloe, angry. He took a few deep breaths before he managed to suppress his hatred.

He said with a sneer in a low voice, "can I bear the magic rampage? Do you need a Muggle to remind me?"

After two seconds of silence outside the door, the Colonel also said with a smile:

"I've seen a lot of arrogant witches. Most of them died miserably."

Hoffa: "then I must be one of the few people who can live well."

"We'll see. Don't blame me for not reminding you."

Calm finish, SS's colonel no longer and Hoffa more words.

But at the same time, a large number of soldiers surrounded the hotel kitchen, milky white smoke penetrated through the corner of the door. The air was filled with the smell of bitter almonds.

Poison gas...

as soon as Hoffa's face changed, he suddenly covered his nose. Then he rushed to Chloe and covered her nose.

He didn't expect that these people would use poison gas. If he stayed in this empty room all the time, he would be poisoned and coma.

"What can you do?"

Hoffa asked tentatively.

Patta!

Chloe grabbed Hoffa by the wrist and looked up.

Her original black eyes had turned into pure white, just like cataracts. Those white eyes were confused and helpless, but they were very strange. Hoffa's heart stopped for a moment, and he seemed to return to the position of standing by the door and negotiating with colonel SS.

But this illusion lasted less than 0.1 second, waiting for Hoffa to recover. He went back to Chloe and held her nose.

"Go... Stay away from me."

Chloe said, "mirage, stay away from me."

The phantom moves. Hoffa grits his teeth. He wants to, but he won't.

"Stay away from me..."

Chloe repeated, his voice getting lower and lower: "don't get involved..."

"what did you say?"

Hoffa didn't hear clearly. He wanted to get closer and hear more clearly.

Chloe, however, did not answer. She opened her eyes and mouth wide, and the unidentified liquid flashing fluorescence slowly rolled out of her pale eyes, as thick as blood.

With the silver, mercury like liquid dripping to the ground. At this moment, the magic wave in the room reaches its peak.

Tick.

Floating smoke, floating hair, twisted muscles.

It all stopped.

That is a strange feeling that Hoffa has never experienced. The magic of the other side contains the power of some law, which makes people unable to resist.

Pop!

It was as if someone had tugged him hard behind his back. He fell back sharply and flew back quickly. Fuzzy colors and shapes flashed by, and his eardrum swelled. He wanted to shout, but he couldn't hear his own voice.

He was walking through a twisted film of light. On both sides of the film, there were constantly flashing broken pictures. In those pictures, there were castles, black lakes, horsemen leaping in the woods, Thunderbirds walking through the sky. Later, Hoffa even saw a shiny silver hair. His heart is like a knife, subconsciously stretched out his hand, want to touch the fuzzy figure.

But the picture only lasted less than 0.1 second, and then he felt that his feet touched the solid ground, and everything was clear again. He stopped spinning and shuttling, and fell heavily to the ground.

...

bang!!

The world revolves.

...

the ground is cold. It's ceramic tile without temperature. Chloe was still gasping against the corner, looking as if nothing had happened.

But the smell of onion in the air is very confusing.

A little bit of sound into his eardrum, his ears back to work, it is the laughter. There is also the sound of the collision between the shovel and the iron pot."Table three, bacon cheese roll."

"Table four, a potato salad."

"Hurry up, throw out the garbage at the door!"

Hoffa stood up abruptly and groped around. After touching for a long time, there are no few parts or organs.

In front of me is the back kitchen of the old restaurant, but now the back kitchen is bustling with more than a dozen chefs and service sounds, a busy and crowded atmosphere of life.

At this time, an apprentice with a black bag ready to take out the garbage passed by Hoffa. He saw him standing at the kitchen door and yelled, "who are you? Don't break into the important kitchen area!"

Then he put his hand on the doorknob.

(the bullet hole punched by the * * officer on the door is also missing.)

Hoffa was so excited that he blurted out subconsciously, "don't open the door!"

"Don't open the door?" The apprentice turned his nose.

"If you don't open the door, you can eat the garbage! Go ahead and don't get in the way of my work

With that, he impatiently pushed Hoffa away, resolutely and casually turned the door, and went out to take out the garbage.

Nothing happened.

Outside, there are empty and dirty back alleys of restaurants. There are only rows of green trash cans, no soldiers, no SS Colonel, and no black witch. The hotel kitchen is just the hotel kitchen.

"They're gone

Hoffa said in a puzzled way.

The pale Chloe leaned against the corner, shivering, without a trace of blood on her face. When she heard Hoffa calling herself, she turned a deaf ear and didn't mean to be happy. She just leaned against the wall, silent like a drug addict after abstinence, and like a crazy woman who was thrown away by a slag man.

Hoffa tentatively went to her side, looked at her carefully with the eyes of the monster, determined that there was no danger, he touched each other's forehead.

It's freezing.

Just now the surging and strange magic wave has disappeared. Now Chloe can't detect any magic wave, just like a Muggle.

"How are you, can you still go?"

The other side didn't move.

Hoffa doesn't know what happened, but he looks like an abandoned girl in front of him. He instinctively sympathizes with each other.

In addition to the fear of the return of the witches, he took Chloe's arm, put her on his body, limped out of the kitchen and went to the streets of Paris.

At the moment, the streets of Paris are still full of people and traffic. The Eiffel Tower stands in the setting sun in the distance, and large leaves are lit by the afterglow of the setting sun. The birds hovering in the sky, like homecoming travelers, perch on the walkways, swinging vines and suspension bridges, chirping everywhere and enjoying peace.

Standing in the street and looking at the sunset, Hoffa's faint sense of strangeness became strong. When they were just locked up in the room, it was almost noon, but now it was almost dusk.

Could it be that he was in a coma for more than three hours...

after thinking for a while, he didn't have any clue.

We have to take Chloe and move on.

Passing by a newsstand, he heard some Muggles chatting anxiously on the side of the road.

"Three Jewish families in our community were arrested yesterday."

"You're not Jewish. What's your business?"

"But they are all my neighbors, I can't bear to...

" think too much, German soldiers all over the street, what else do you want? "

When the Jews were arrested, Hoffa subconsciously turned to look at the newsstand.

Sure enough, there are several big words in the newspaper that Jewish residents in Paris will move to fixed gathering points before the 29th.

Hoffa stared at the typesetting for a few seconds, then picked up the newspaper and read it. The news was about some specific policies of France to persecute Jews under German control.

Originally, he had heard the news on the radio, but when he looked at it, Hoffa suddenly stood on his head and got goose bumps.

After reading the newspaper, he began to quickly rummage on the newsstand. After a long time, he asked the boss of the newsstand.

"Excuse me, is this the latest newspaper of the day?"

"Which day's newspaper is not the latest one?"

Baoting boss smoking, legs on the table, said lazily.

"What about the September 1st newspaper?"

Hoffa asked.

The kiosk owner poked his head out of the back of an adult magazine in surprise: "what September 1st?"

"The newspaper of September 1st, the newspaper of today."

Hoffa stressed.

Newspaper booth boss vomited a cigarette ring: "are you crazy? Do you want to buy it or not?"

Hoffa put down the paper and shook his head.

"Then don't influence my business here. Where can I get the September 1st newspaper on the 28th. "

with that, he took out a feather duster and waved it angrily. "Go, go."Avoiding the feather duster, Hoffa was not in the mood to see the passers-by. He dragged Chloe back a few steps in a trance and leaned on the bench in the street.

No.. No.. No, today is September 1st. I didn't go to school because of this time. How could it be August 28th.

He couldn't keep calm any longer. He patted Chloe's face hard: "what's the situation?"

The patted Chloe shakes her head and opens her eyes. She looks as if she is windy and weak.

But now Hoffa didn't care much. He grabbed her by the shoulder and shook it.

"Who are you and where are we?"

"Don't shake... Don't shake..."

Chloe covered his head and whispered.

Hoffa released her hand. After a while, Chloe recovered a little. She looked at her watch, sighed and said hoarsely, "back flow..."

"back flow? What are you talking about? "

"Back in time, we are now two days ago."