Chapter 213

The idea of life, some kind of invisible temptation.

He looked back at Chloe, who was making up by the mirror, a little tangled. If she goes out, what if she is taken away by the * * again.

However, as Chloe became more and more ugly, he felt that there should be no problem. Even his mother could not recognize him.

Anyway, he wants to try it.

In the dressing room, he found himself a suit of bartender's, which was not his own size, so it was a bit loose.

"Chloe."

Hoffa called to her.

"What for?"

"I'll go out and be back in a moment."

"What are you doing?"

"Go to the bathroom."

Hoffa said casually.

Putting on his clothes, he went straight to the second floor of the bar. He remembered that Durant ate in a room on the second floor.

But when he got to the second floor, Hoffa found that there were so many rooms here that he couldn't tell which one was which one.

he rushed up as like as two peas on the right stairs, with no painted floors on the floor, some doors on the sides of the corridors, and a cramped office compartment in the door. One of the doors is open. A European girl in a black sleeveless T-shirt is embracing a tattooed man and kissing in the corner. The man's palm is swimming around her chest.

Aware of the sound, two lips, the man threatened to look at the guy who did not know, seems to use his eyes to let him roll.

"Don't stay up there too long."

At the moment of passing by, Hoffa reminded me.

Then he left their view and ran to the end of the corridor. The last two doors are closed and should be locked. He turned abruptly and kicked the innermost metallic blue door with the sole of his shoe.

The door opened with a bang, the door frame broke, cheap hardware fell, and it was dark inside. Lights were on in the alley behind the bar. The lights came through the plastic windows covered with coal ash. He saw snake like antlers and glass mirrors sticking out of the walls of the room. There is nothing but a pile of discarded food boxes and an electric fan without blades.

At this moment, he heard a noise coming from the next room. He immediately backed away and turned the corner of the corridor.

However, he saw a familiar figure looking around from room to room in the corridor.

It's Norbert. He's looking for Durant, too.

Hoffa's heart thumped and he realized that he was sitting downstairs. If he sees it, how can he explain it.

As he turned to look at himself, he held the transparent plastic handle of the right door in his hands, pushed his shoulder in, and flashed into the room with the sound of breaking.

The door slammed shut.

However, he was a bit late, and his signature hair and body shape made him recognized by Norbert across the corridor.

"Hoffa?"

There was a sound of temptation outside the door. "Didn't I ask you to wait for me below?"

The voice came into the door. Hoffa leaned back against the door and thought to himself that the old man had sharp eyes.

After standing in the same place for a while, Norbert didn't see the answer, so he asked, "is that you? How did you change your clothes?"

"It's me."

Across the door, Hoffa replied, his heart pounding.

"I got my clothes wet downstairs. Come up and change them."

He doesn't care to be seen through, and he talks nonsense.

"Where do you... Change your clothes?"

Norbert was suspicious.

"Yes, you're looking for Durant. Have you found it yet?"

"No... there are so many rooms here. Would you like to come out and look for it with me? "

"No, that's your job!"

Hoffa gritted his teeth.

"OK... Ok... Are you sure you don't want to come out?"

"Can you go first. I'll see you later. "

There was a moment's silence outside, and Hoffa could feel that he had not gone. It made him want to go crazy.

"What are you doing?" Hoffa asked across the wall.

"I'm... I'm thinking, I'm thinking about something."

"What's the matter? Say it quickly."

"Are you really alone in there?"

"Nonsense, is not a person, there are others."

"All right."

The people outside were relieved, "then you can change it. Remember to come out early after changing it."

With that, the sound of footsteps went away.

Norbert left.

Hoffa breathed a sigh of relief when he sensed that there were still three people in his room, and there was a bad smell in the air.

Sniff...

his face changed and he turned around like lightning.

There are also many wooden cubicles in this room. The floor is wet. There are many advertisements and recruitment lists on the walls like psoriasis. The only problem is that there is something missing.Creak!

A wooden door in a cubicle opens and a dancer pokes her head out to explain the problem.

"This is the ladies' room, sir."

On the sign of the wooden door, there was a simple symbol of wearing a skirt, from which Hoffa turned his eyes.

"Oh."

He nodded calmly and pushed out the door as if he were a gentleman. Around the corner, he covered his face with a long sigh.

"God..."

damn it, no wonder nobo was talking outside the door for so long. God knows what the guy was thinking.

The pain in the arm increased.

He rolled up his sleeves to have a look.

Ho, the whole arm almost evaporated and became transparent. If blood vessels and bones could not be seen inside, he almost suspected that he had no hands.

He gradually understood that the more things he did at this time, the faster he would disintegrate.

At this time, a roar came from a distance.

That's Durant's wolf howl.

Norbert found his room.

Hoffa stood up in silence and lost too much time. Now it's meaningless to find Durant again. This attempt was a complete failure.

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back in the dressing room, Chloe has become the ugly girl they met for the first time. At the moment, however, she was shivering under the table in the dressing room. See her look up, smoke makeup under a pair of lavender eyes, like a frightened mole.

Hoffa squatted down. "What's the matter with you?"

"What's going on outside? I heard gunshots and I saw werewolves

"It doesn't matter."

Hoffa said softly, "it's just a little commotion. Let's go."

"I saw you, too."

"It was me two days ago. I was working."

"What do you do, so violent?"

"Those are necessary means. I don't like them."

Said Hoffa.

"Yes."

Chloe wondered, "I don't think you're enjoying it."

Hoffa shook his head and held out his hand

Chloe got out from under the table, looked out for a while, and suddenly asked, "did you kill that werewolf?"

"Well."

Hoffa was noncommittal and said, "let's go."

"You shouldn't have killed him."

But the nun sighed, "God said..."

"have you noticed that black glove on my hand?"

Hoffa didn't want to dwell too much on moral issues in a dead man. He interrupted the nun cleanly.

Chloe: I see

"That's what you're going to steal. With it, I can restore your magic and take me back to the future."

After leaving the bar, he took Chloe to his residence in the seventh district of Paris. I was receiving the goods two days ago, and I still have about two hours to come back.

Sometimes, time goes by very slowly.

In the desire for someone to appear, or for something to happen quickly, time is always very slow.

But time will pass quickly, especially when it becomes something that can see the end, such as the ten minutes after class.

Hoffa is in such a contradiction at the moment.

He longed for his early return two days ago, just like a long-distance love couple waiting at the station.

At the same time, he was afraid of the rush of time, just like when a child was about to finish drinking yogurt, he cherished every mouthful.

During this period of time, instead of talking to Chloe, he sat alone on the park bench, with a few matches striking.

There were a lot of matchsticks on the ground, and Chloe shook in front of him restlessly.

Finally, her irritability spread to Hoffa. He threw away the match. "What are you shaking?"

Chloe stopped, looked at his face and hesitated.

Hoffa: "you can say whatever you want."

Chloe: "two days ago, you didn't know me at all, would you...

thinking of Hoffa's madness in fighting with the black wizard, Chloe made a neck wiping gesture.

"No

Hoffa said, "I'll probably find you and resent you, but I can't kill you."

"Then I have to say something, in case... In case you cross examine." Chloe's still a little upset.

"You say it's the person I saved, who will be eaten in the werewolf's room, and then saved by me. Maybe I'll treat you better. "

Chloe was silent when she got this reply, but Hoffa always felt that she wanted to say something and stop it.So he asked, "what are you thinking?"

Chloe thought for a moment and looked up at Hoffa: "what's killing like?"

Hoffa was stunned. He didn't expect Chloe to ask him this question. He didn't know how to answer her for a moment.

When he left Hogwarts alone, he ran out of money, had nothing and was in a quagmire. Finally, he began to make money with an unprecedented coldness. He killed two men and a woman that month, and the amount he earned a year ago would only make him laugh.

"What do you mean?"

"I am a Jew, and no matter how confused my religious beliefs become, I will never tolerate an organic killing machine." Said Chloe

"The faithful voice of God? Hoffa curled his lips. "The Crusaders have gone to the East. I don't think your ideas will affect me."

"Although many believers believe that violence is a means of punishment, I must admit that it is a heresy, which is not recorded in the Bible or relevant Christian literature."

Hoffa shrugged. "I'm an atheist," he said. "I've never dealt with the church."

"So you don't care about these things?" Chloe asked.

Hoffa wanted to sniff, but the other side's lavender eyes were like transparent glass. He looked at the reflection of his face in the other side's pupil and was temporarily speechless.

After the stop, there is an inexplicable boredom.

He turned his head, unwilling to continue the discussion with the other party on that issue.

Fortunately, the appearance of a figure on the roadside broke the invisible contradiction between them. A figure in black leather came out of the road wobbly.

Hoffa, sitting on the bench, gave Chloe a quick push.

"Go ahead, I'm back."

Two days ago, Hoffa felt something. First of all, he went to a shopping mall on the side of the road and pretended to look at the goods in the glass cabinet. After confirming the tracker's position through the glass, he immediately followed their line of sight, but saw nothing.

For safety reasons, two days ago, he walked around a tree and disappeared into the air.

Looking at the disappearing figure, Chloe nervously said to Hoffa, "your sixth sense is better than a woman."

"It doesn't matter. He can feel it, but he can't find me." Hoffa comforted her: "it's good that everything goes according to plan."

"Is there anything to pay attention to?"

Chloe asked, "you've been through this. You should know what to do."

Hoffa immediately thought that Chloe had to take off his shoes when he entered the door, and the Gestapo saw the flaw. He wanted to remind Chloe, but when it came to his mouth, he swallowed it back.

When things got to this point, he felt like walking on thin ice. Any action you take will lead to different results. Maybe as long as you make a mistake, it will lead to unpredictable consequences. In this way, maybe nothing is the best choice.

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when they came to the door of the house, they leaned against the door and their ears were on the wall. Time in the depression of the wind and rain, a second spent.

In the room came the electric current sound of TV programs, and the other was almost asleep.

Outside the door, two people who are going to steal gloves look at each other and nod to each other. Then, Hoffa pressed the door handle, the lock cylinder in the role of deformation, click quietly open.

Chloe slipped through the crack in the door, and he himself went around to the other side of the room to watch.

Sure enough, about three minutes later, there was a bang in the room, and Chloe was found by himself two days ago.

Without delay, he immediately slipped to the window, trying to steal his gloves while Chloe caught his attention.

However, as soon as he ran to the window, there was the sound of cars speeding by in the distance.

With the glare of the headlights, he narrowed his eyes to see a new line of black Mercedes Benz cars. The car's ears were still fluttering red flags.

In the back door of the black Mercedes Benz, there were five or six heavy armored vehicles.

It's from Germany.

Mercedes car around the corner, lights straight to Hoffa's house.

He whispered that it was not good, and immediately jumped down from the window and hid in the grass.

The car stopped at a place less than 50 meters away from the house.

When the lights were turned off, a large number of black robed witches crept out of the car quietly. After getting off the car, they waved their magic wands and laid a series of defensive magic spells around them. Soon, those witches disappeared in the air with people and cars. But they didn't leave, they were scattered behind the canopy, on the roof, in the shadows.

Hiding in the grass, Hoffa was shocked to see this scene. I thought there were only three people looking for Chloe, one Muggle and two wizards, but now it seems that this is not the case at all.In this posture, I am afraid that all the German witches stationed in Paris have come out.

Moreover, these guys are good chicken thieves. They even stop outside their own perceptual range. They are cautious and old-fashioned. They are totally different from the ordinary people.

Three men came out of the defensive barrier and walked towards Hoffa's house without any hesitation. They were the guys who came to check themselves that night.

There was a knock at the door.

Two days ago, Hoffa locked Chloe under the bed on the second floor, put away all the magic gloves and money, and drank the compound decoction, but he didn't know he was surrounded.

Looking at himself in the room, Hoffa clenched his lower lip. Things have become more complicated. If we don't deal with it, we may not be able to live to the present two days ago.

He didn't dare to waste his time. The ghost walked on the wall, climbed up the second floor and pulled Chloe out of the bed.

In the room, Chloe murmured, "you are so unkind."

"That's not me." Hoffa said hastily.

He looked out against the window, then quickly went to his cupboard and opened it.

He took out his magic glove box, put the glove on his hand, and then impolitely stuffed all the money into his pocket.

"How's it going?"

Chloe asked happily, "can we go now?"

"You're doing well, but we can't go yet."

Hoffa whispered.

"Why don't you go? Your body won't last long."

Hoffa went to the door, pasted it on the door and listened for a while. Downstairs, he was dealing with colonel Mueller Mans, a Gestapo two days ago.

Sipping his mouth and thinking for a moment, he pulls Chloe up, and the ghost walks and disappears into the room.

On the street, Chloe kept asking Hoffa, "what are you doing, what are you doing, why don't you go back?"

However, he did not answer, he hurried to find a phone booth on the side of the road, got in, looked at the room in the distance and dialed his own number.

Soon, the call is through.

Two days ago, Hoffa's voice rang on the other end of the phone: "hello...

" let Mueller answer the phone. "

Hoffman in the phone booth said bluntly.

When he said this, he could feel that the time flare on his body had more than doubled in an instant, and the crystal clear and transparent climbed up his neck, and his whole arm holding the phone almost disappeared.

Chloe looked anxiously at Hoffa.

The SS captain got through: "who are you?"

"Hoffa Bach, Colonel Mans, I have the man you're looking for."

Hoffa said to the phone.

The man on the other end of the phone was silent. He was breathing excitedly.

"Oh... Strange, how can you have this family number?"

"It's none of your business. If you want to find Chloe lemme, you have to do what I say."

Chloe on the other side of the phone changed her face. She immediately put her head together. After hearing the voice of the person inside, she grabbed Hoffa's clothes and stared at him with the puzzled and angry eyes of "are you a fool?".

Hot breath sprayed on Hoffa's face. Hoffa stepped aside from her and pressed her heavily on the glass of the phone booth with one hand.

The Gestapo captain on the other end of the line chuckled, "what do you have in mind?"

Hoffa's heart thumped. He just wanted to get the Gestapo away from him two days ago. He didn't really want to give Chloe to the other party. What conditions could he offer.

"Ah, it's not true, is it?" The Gestapo on the phone said.

Hoffa clenched his fists. For some reason, the Gestapo Colonel named Muller could see through his true thoughts immediately, which made him extremely passive.

However, at this time, the phone was snatched.

Chloe grabbed the receiver and yelled, "let the Jews go."

Hoffa was stunned for a moment.

"Well, where are you? I'll pick you up right away Asked the Gestapo.

"I'm at the phone booth No.36 on university road. Come directly if you want to find me!"

Then she hung up the phone with a slap, looked at Hoffa and said with a sneer, "are you satisfied now? That guy is sure to come over. "

Hoffa was stunned. "Are you going to reveal the real location to him?"

"Then why did you call him?"

Chloe roared. In the narrow phone booth, she pressed Hoffa to death. "Do you know what kind of devil he is? Lies have no effect on him at all!"

The voice is not lost.

The space was severely distorted, and more than a dozen black wizard phantoms appeared near the telephone booth. Countless car lights were on in the distance, and the harsh sound of tire friction indicated the danger of approaching quickly.