Chapter 210

Back in time...

Hoffa is silent. To be sure, he knows that the witches in this world have the ability to disturb the rules of time. In the original description, 50 years later, Harry Potter used the time converter to save his godfather Sirius in the third grade.

But reading a story and experiencing the disorder of time are two kinds of experiences. He went back for two days, far more than Harry did, without the help of a time converter.

He wants to ask something more.

But the shoulder was hit lightly, turned to see, Chloe will head against his shoulder, suddenly open mouth spit out a pool of bitter water.

Suddenly, Hoffa was disgusted. He quickly stood up on his side.

"What are you doing?"

"I... can't see..."

with that, Chloe fell to the ground with white lips.

"Hello, Hello!"

This time, Hoffa did not care passers-by surprised eyes, quickly pulled her up, but she seems to have been unable to walk.

Touching the other person's forehead, he whispered that he was terrible. This guy probably consumed too much and fell into a symptom similar to hypoglycemia.

Looking at her pale face and thinking of her silver eyes not long ago, Hoffa could not help shivering. What's the identity of the paralyzed mud guy around him? He has such a terrible ability.

There are thousands of doubts in his heart, but if he wants to get the answer, he must cure this guy first.

Determined, Hoffa puts Chloe's arm on his shoulder and plans to take her to a nearby hospital.

But as soon as he took a step, suddenly, a tearing pain came from his arm. It seemed that someone had scratched himself with a knife.

He quickly rolled up his sleeves.

I can only see a finger sized transparent spot on my wrist. Through the spot, I can see the varicose veins in my body clearly. I can even see the electric pole across the street through it. When you reach for it, the spots feel hard. It was as if someone had replaced a piece of flesh and bone on his wrist with glass.

"What the hell..."

Hoffa looked at the transparent spots on his wrist, and he had a bad feeling in his heart.

He put down his sleeve and picked Chloe up. Trot to the surrounding hospital, did not run a few steps, Chloe's weak voice sounded from his arms.

"Don't... Go to the hospital..."

"don't go to the hospital..."

"my mother is Jewish, just have something to eat."

Whispered the nun.

Huo FA is awe inspiring. In the age of national arrest for Jews, sending her to the hospital is no different from pushing forward the fire pit.

He immediately shut up and left to change direction. Pick the path seven twist eight twist around. Before long, he found a cafe deep in the alley and carried Chloe in.

The waitress of the cafe was almost dumbfounded when she saw Hoffa running to the shop with a girl who was almost unconscious.

Hoffa found a corner to settle Chloe, then quickly walked around the bar.

Waiter: "she..."

"don't ask, two Caramel cappuccinos." Said Hoffa.

The shop assistant's remaining light still stays on Chloe in the corner suspiciously. At least she has a bit of professionalism and quickly makes the drinks Hoffa needs.

When Hoffa brought back the hot drink, the nun was leaning back in her chair, talking in a daze.

She couldn't hear what Hoffa said. There was no way. He could only put the drink in her mouth with a cup. Fortunately, she still had some consciousness and could eat by herself.

After a while, Chloe slowly opened her eyes on her face and said, "thank you."

Hoffa breathed a sigh of relief and sat back in his place, his face gradually dignified: "don't you want to explain it?"

"Explain what?"

Said the nun, pale.

"Everything. Explain how I came to this time. For the sake of Merlin's beard, there are two me at this time. What am I, whether all this is real or illusory, what's your identity, why those * * witches are tracking you, and...

Hoffa can't stop talking so fast that he can say hundreds of words a second.

"Can you let me have something to eat first..." the nun choked Hoffa back with a feeble remark.

He got up, went back to the counter and ordered all the food he could see.

Three minutes later, the waiter of the coffee shop brought up a dessert, including sherbet, coffee, fruit, fruit cream cake, and a dip made of chocolate.

Looking at the food, Chloe didn't enjoy it for the first time.

She closed her hands, closed her eyes and mumbled vanity:"Our father in heaven, hallowed be thy name, thy kingdom come, and thy will be done on earth as in heaven. Give us our daily bread today and forgive our sins, just as we forgive those who have wronged us. Do not let us fall into temptation...

(omitted)

... But save us from the evil one. Glory to the father, the son and the Holy Spirit, today and forever. Amen. Please have mercy. God Christ, bless the food and drink of your servants, for you are holy and will always be, from this day to eternity. Amen

After a long and meaningless prayer, she took the dessert and stuffed it into her mouth. It was fast, but it looked very gentle.

As she ate, Hoffa stood by with his arms in his arms.

After regaining some vitality, Chloe asked, "don't you want it?"

Hoffa: "this way you can eat. Your heart is too big."

Chloe rolled his eyes. "I'm starving. Just get used to it."

Out of respect, Hoffa forced down his desire to ask questions.

After she had finished eating, Hoffa planned to ask, but Chloe began to pray again.

"We thank you, Christ our God, for you have filled us with the grace of the world. Please do not abandon us from your kingdom, just as you appeared to your disciples and gave them peace. Come among us, Savior, and save us. Glory to the father, the son and the Holy Spirit, today and forever. Amen

She repeated some messy sentences for three times, until Hoffa scratched her heart and liver, then she slowly finished her prayer and sat up.

"All right?"

Hoffa asked.

Chloe nodded. "Thank you for your hospitality."

"Time converter? Do you have that? "

"Time converter? What's that? I've never heard of it. It's my talent. I was born to do that.

Then she remembered something and said with a smile, "I want to tell you a joke. When I was a child, my mother even saw two of me in the room. She was scared."

Silence.

No matter what Hoffa thinks, it's crazy.

The time and space of this world does not seem to be as stable as I imagined. And the nun in front of me, who I met by chance, actually has her own abnormal ability which is difficult for people to understand. No wonder those * * witches will go crazy to find her.

Hoffa: "there are only two you in this time and space?"

"What you ask has nothing to do with you. You'd better care about yourself."

Chloe sat down and said, "I have a word to remind you that you must go back to your own time."

"What else?"

"Otherwise you will be broken in this strange space and time."

"Broken?"

"Is there no change in you?"

Hearing this, Hoffa's face changed and he rolled up his sleeve again. But I found that the transparent area on the arm has risen from soybean to palm.

Chloe pointed to Hoffa's arm.

"Time flare. What you have is the paradox of time and space. The longer you exist in this time, the more unreasonable your existence will be. "

"What do you mean?"

"Time is like a running train. Everyone's seat on this train is set. Someone in the front, someone in the middle, someone in the back.

For ordinary people, this position can't be changed casually. If you leave your position for too long, the logical chain that maintains your existence will become more and more fragile. If you exceed a certain critical value, you will be completely crushed by the inertia of the arrow of time and no longer exist. "

Hoffa found that he didn't understand what he was saying. After thinking for a moment, he stretched out his hand and rolled up Chloe's sleeve.

But Chloe didn't have any clear spots on her arm.

"Why don't you do anything?"

"I don't know. Maybe it's talent. Every once in a while, I will have a magic rampage. When I have a magic rampage, I will move on my own time axis randomly. When I recover my magic, I will go back naturally. "

Hoffa didn't know what to say. After a moment of silence, he said dryly, "do you mean that if I stay in this time and space, I will die, but you won't?

"That's about it."

Said, Chloe actually grinned out: "how, I told you to stay away from me."

Although temporarily decadent, but the real appearance, Chloe laugh, the appearance is still very good-looking.

But now Hoffa has no intention to appreciate it. He can't help but believe what the other person says. The gradually expanding spots on his wrist are reminding him that his body is disintegrating in the disordered flow of time.

"What should I do?""Go back."

Chloe said briefly, "as long as you return to your normal time, the disintegration will naturally stop."

"How can I get back? "

Hoffa asked in a daze. Although he has experienced a lot of crazy adventures, he has no experience in the current situation.

"When I regain my magic, I will take you back."

Chloe said faintly.

Hoffa breathed a sigh of relief and looked at each other's appearance. However, Chloe's next words put him into the abyss.

"But I have a magic riot only once a month, and it will take at least a week to recover my magic. With the speed of your disintegration, it will not last until I take you back next time."

"What?"

Sitting on the chair, Hoffa was so surprised that almost no old blood sprayed on each other's face: "once a month, is this thing XXX?"

"What is XXX?"

Cloiner looked at Hoffa dully: "my aunt is in Birmingham."

"Forget it, how long can my body last?"

"Two days at most."

Chloe sighed: "this kind of disintegration is growing exponentially. Maybe in a day and a half, you will not be able to do it."

"Two days..."

Hoffa looked at his arm and said, "do you care about killing or burying?"

"You're quite humorous," Chloe shook his head and said, "I've never taken anyone across time and space. In the past, on the eve of my magic rampage, the Abbey priest would lock me in the room alone. You're the first guy to follow me into the chaos of time and space."

"That's an honor." Hoffa said bitterly, "I only have 48 hours to live before this thing devours me?"

Chloe shrugged: "or less."