Chapter 261

What is it like to lose too much blood? The heart beats faster, the skin is pale and cold, and the eyes are dark. The nerves can't feel the gravity, the soul is walking in the clouds. This is a near death experience. At this time, people tend to think about a lot of things, the past, the past, and some regrets that have never been completed.

But what Chloe thinks most about is some broken pictures and hazy emotions. She remembers that when she first set foot on English soil, she and Hoffa walked together in the open wilderness, rarely talking to each other. At night, they lit a bonfire under the stars. Through the fire, she could see the face of the young man flashing in the other half of the fire, silent and focused. The teenager had promised her that if she returned to London, she would give her reasons for escorting her, but she thought she would probably not know the answer. She only hoped that Hoffa could escape from here and avoid being implicated by her own terrible power.

Some warmth gradually flowed into her body through the blood vessels, which made her feel a little refreshed. She felt in a trance that it might be the end of the day. Mans emptied her own blood, giving her the illusion of returning to light.

But the warmth gradually became hot, which made her heart beat faster and faster, and her body became warm. The darkness was no longer in front of her. She opened her eyes and everything in front of her was as bright as day.

She was still firmly fixed in the chair, but there was a blood transfusion bag on her arm. A man knelt beside her and gave her another blood transfusion without saying a word.

It's man.

She felt a little incredible, so she struggled.

"Fortunately, she's not dead yet..." Mans, who gave her blood transfusion, glanced at her and stood up with a grunt.

"You wake up!" A similar voice asked, "can you hear me?"

When the sound came into her ears, she turned and looked, stunned.

The room is full of people, left and right, with all kinds of faces, strange.

There are young, unruly looking, middle-aged, mature and steady, some with a banana skin on their head, some with tattered, black and white body, and even some with unruly.

But they're all mans, just him in different time lines.

Leng for a long time, she realized what this guy had done and blurted out: "lunatic!"

"I have something to ask you."

Mans came out of the crowd.

Chloe looked at him hatefully, and some strong instinct flowed in her chest, almost uncontrollable.

The half male guy said, "with the power of time, I find that I can communicate with myself in the past and the future, but when I communicate with myself in the future, I find that I can only communicate with myself after three hours at most. Why, why can't I talk with myself after three days, three weeks or even three years?"

"Is that why you gave me a blood transfusion?"

Chloe sneered sharply: "took my blood, I thought you would know time well!"

"Answer my question, why can't I get in touch with my future self." Asked the androgynous mans coldly, all mans in the room staring at Chloe.

"If you play with time, you should be ready to be played with by time." Chloe did not answer the question, but said happily.

"Well."

Mans, who is not a man but a woman, stands up with a cry.

Then another strong man came forward and raised his arm.

Pop!

A heavy slap fell on Chloe's face, making her turn her head, leaving a bright red slap mark on her face.

"I ask, you answer."

Said the androgynous Mans.

Slowly turned his head, but Chloe with the red mark on his face laughed, "you panic, is my blood not so easy to control?". But now, do you think I will be afraid of death? You are wrong. The glory of heaven will never shine on the careerists. What is waiting for you is the torment of hell. "

Mans all laughed together. The laughter was noisy and sarcastic, but it stopped suddenly at a certain time.

"I admire the piety and ignorance of people like you."

He waved, and there were two more. He carried a brand-new brown wooden box with a semi convex gray screen from a distance.

One man wired the old-fashioned TV, the other man turned on the screen and saw on the black-and-white noisy monitor, a teenager scurrying in the turret with a female vampire on his knees. The teenager was covered with blood wounds.

"Hoffa..."

seeing the people on the screen, Chloe struggles to do it, but is pressed heavily by mans beside her.

Then, several more mans pushed several brown wooden boxes over, plugged in the power and lit up the screen. What happened in every corner of the warship was presented to Chloe.

"You and I share vision, and you know what I know.""You should know what happened to him. He's just a bad dog in the daytime, but this bad dog is still in the boat at the moment, trying to get you out. I have to say that the bodyguard you hired is really conscientious. At least, it's more loyal than I, a false believer. "

Chloe lowered his head, clenched his lower lip and tightened the chain. The heart is happy and painful, so excited that her wrists are worn by the tight chain, she is also unaware.

"Shouldn't you be unmoved? My lady

Mans pulled an evil smile from the corner of his mouth. "You should know how terrible your power is. In fact, if I wanted to kill him, I would have done it, but I don't want to tear my face with you completely."

"I won't believe anything you say." Chloe stares at mans and finds that every movement and expression of the man is so disgusting.

As soon as the words fell, several mans in the room went out quietly. They have no connection with each other, but they are as precise as clocks.

"What are you going to do?"

"Prove yourself with action."

Said Mans.

As soon as the voice fell, the four mans disappeared from the room soon appeared on the black-and-white screen, like an old-fashioned horror movie. They stood in the four corners of Hoffa's hiding room, talking and searching.

After a gripping confrontation, the young man on the screen breaks the fresh water barrel used by the soldiers to drink water through metamorphosis, and the water changes into crystal to control the four Mans.

Chloe was a little relieved to see this. But soon, the crowd in the room and a few less, they did not have any communication, so silent out of the room, down the stairs.

"Are you finished?"

Chloe's eyes were red and his hands were shaking. On the screen, she saw Hoffa come to a bathroom, fall on the ground, panting, which made her heart twitch, heartache.

"I won't stop until you answer my question. No matter how strong your bodyguard is, I will be trampled down one day."

At the same time, the mans army in the room began to keep walking down the stairs, each step was silent and firm.

"Death!"

Chloe raised her head abruptly, her eyes flushed. She growled like a lioness in anger.

All the mans stopped, turned their heads and stared at her without blinking.

Chloe stares at mans: "in the arrow of time, there is only one thing that is certain, and that is death. If death happens, you will never be able to get in touch with your future self, just as you will never be able to talk to the dead. "

When she finished, the crowded room fell into a dead silence.

"You mean, three hours later, I was dead, so I couldn't get in touch with myself?"

"There's only one possibility." Chloe grinned, coldly surprised herself.

"It's death that separates us from the future!"

Mans looked at each other in astonishment. Then they said with one voice, "no way, I can't die."

Because hundreds of people speak at the same time, their voice is uniform in the room, just like a person's voice has been expanded countless times at the same time.

At this time, in the mans group, the bruised and ragged mans stood up. He said hoarsely, "she's right. I do feel death. It's only one step away from me."

"Who moved the hand? Hoffa Bach Mans in the room turned his head and stared at the man who was talking.

"No, not him."

A man who was injured as badly as he was came out from behind the roared man and did magic. He shook his head. "I beat Hoffa Bach. I beat him completely."

"Who is that? The boy playing with snakes? " Mans, who is neither a man nor a woman, and other people of the same kind asked in unison.

"No, it's not him."

In the crowd, another mans shook his head. "The boy is dead. In an hour, he will be killed by hoffabach."

"Is it that waste female vampire, and that dragon set student?" A group of uncertain questions from the past.

Mans from the future shook his head: "no, the snake player died, and the girl ran away with the students. They went to places they couldn't find. They had nothing to worry about."

"Who on earth is that?"

All of manskiki's hands held on to the hair.

This strange dialogue is like a large schizophrenic scene. Chloe is disgusted and disgusted, but at the same time, he also feels a kind of deep madness. The man's desire to control his fate has reached the level of paranoia.

"Wait, black mistletoe."

In the crowd, a slightly injured mans stood up and said darkly, "hoffabach has black mistletoe on his body."Hearing this, mans' faces changed.

"No way."

A bloody mans stood up: "I broke the black mistletoe. He couldn't do anything about me."

"Oh."

All mans breathed a sigh of relief. The sound is like the sigh of the domestic audience when the opponent team didn't score a penalty in the world cup.

But then they frowned, "since the mistletoe is broken, who killed me?"

All mans looked at the end of the line, the most embarrassed of their own, asked in unison.

"I don't know. The crisis comes from behind me. I can't see who did it." At the end of the line, the embarrassed man replied.

"Who the hell is that?"

"Who killed me?"

All mans questioned together, and their heads turned to Chloe to get the answer from the nun.

"You ask me, but you don't know everything I know."

Chloe on the iron chair looked at him sympathetically: "but I can tell you that if God decides that something must happen, then no matter how hard human beings try, it is in vain."

"Shut up!"

Mans, next to the TV, sweeps his arm across the table. Those rice dumpling boxes connected with wires sweep the TV to one side. The convex glass screen is smashed with electric current.

"You're saying that I was destined to die today?" All the mans clenched their teeth together.

"It's not what I said, it's what you foresaw."

In the face of mans's fury, Chloe was not moved: "when I was in a French monastery, the priest told me, but all the future that can be seen is almost terrible, painful, uncontrollable and powerless. You are afraid of things, almost 100% will happen, so think, people still don't know anything, live happier

With that, Chloe looked at him sympathetically: "you took great pains to catch me and draw my blood. You think that knowing the future can change the future, devise strategies and obtain supreme benefits. In fact, it's just wishful thinking..."

the voice suddenly stopped.

A mans held her throat, with a strong disgust in her eyes: "I don't need a whiteboard that has never experienced anything to tell me how to behave! I am blessed by death, no one can kill me, no one, I will not die if I get any harm, this is his promise to me! Unless...

the crowded room suddenly quiets down.

Mans thought of something together. After a long silence, their faces changed again. It's just like the last ten seconds of a football match when one of our players scored an own goal.

"Unless....

" unless....

"unless....

" unless....

Mans, who had clenched Chloe's throat, suddenly released his hand and let go of the sister who had been coughing violently. He said with hatred in his eyes: "grindevo! It must be you, grindevo

Hundreds of mans suddenly raised their heads and cried out to the invisible air, "are you also coveting the immortal things I like?"

As a result, the vast majority of mans disappeared like a bubble, and the crowded room became empty. There's only one man and woman standing there.

That's the moment, Mans.

He broke his fingers and moved his neck.

"You can't control my life!"

Then, he strides down the stairs and disappears into Chloe's sight.