Chapter 262

After a long and painful day, Hoffa got up from the ground. He picked up the glass ball with the God of nightmare closed, and two black and green mistletoe. He pushed the door open and went up to the turret again.

When night came again, he was like a fish in water. The three ring scars on his chest were as bright as fire. Not only all the wounds healed in a flash, but also his spirit became extremely full. Only this time, he did not dare to have the slightest chance.

For some reason, when he was fighting with Tom, Mans didn't come to stop him. He didn't believe that his metamorphosis could trap him for half a day. For him, this brief calm was more like the calm before the storm, which was extremely disturbing.

There was no one in the dark turret and cabin. The only sound was the slight crackle of his feet on the ground. At other times, he would be happy to be in such an environment. After all, night and darkness are wonderful protection for him.

But after all, he saw the strange picture of four mans acting together a few hours ago. Now that there is no one here, he is more worried that he will meet a group of mans at the next corner, and then turn the time to the day.

It seemed to confirm his idea when he came to a cabin corridor on the third deck where soldiers used to rest. A little girl's head came out of the narrow room. With two braids, it looks very cute.

Hoffa stopped immediately, and his figure blurred. Even if he disappeared in the corridor, he would rather rush out of mans than encounter anything beyond his expectation.

After a while, in the other room. Another little boy's head came out, and they stared curiously at the place where Hoffa's phantom disappeared.

"I hear you, big brother?" Asked the little boy, his timid voice echoing in the open corridor.

After fully alert Hoffa saw clearly the two men's appearance, he showed his figure in astonishment.

"You are..." he squatted down to have a closer look. This is one of the children Chloe took away from France.

"Why are you here? It's dangerous here."

Hoffa quickly looked around and whispered, "don't you find a place to hide?"

The little boy shook his head and came out of the small room. Hoffa guessed that they had been hiding under the soldier's bed.

"The officer has gone," said the little boy. "He left an hour ago. We don't know where he went."

"Officer?" Hoffa's eyes widened and he was a little surprised. "You're talking about mans Muller?"

"Well, that's his name." The little girl bumped the boy on the shoulder unhappily: "why do you call him Mr. so respectful?"

"He's very nice. He gives me candy every day when he's with us." The little boy said honestly.

"Bah, it's good to give you sugar. He's a villain at first sight. If he sells you, you can count the money back to him!" The little girl gave the little boy a tap on the head.

The little boy covered his head.

There was no time to think why the little boy would call mans Mr. Hoffa immediately thought of Chloe. Is it in their own time to wait for dark, Mans with Chloe left it? Damn, why are you so slow!

"Hello, have you seen the nuns?" He squatted down, took the little boy by the shoulder and asked.

The little boy touched Hoffa's arm wisely and said, "don't worry, sister Chloe is OK. She's waiting for you, but she can't move. You have to help her."

Didn't you take the nuns? Hoffa was relieved. He quickly touched the boy's head.

"Then gather your people together. I'll take you out. Let's get out of here."

"No, sister sister can't see you."

The little girl said suddenly.

"Why?"

Hoffa was confused for a moment. The little boy just said Chloe was waiting for him, but why did the little girl say Chloe couldn't see him.

"Do you have anything for us?" The little girl held out her hand and looked at him without blinking.

"What do I have for you?" Hoffa looked at the little girl in wonder.

"I can't tell you." The little girl said, still holding out her hand, her expression was more cunning than the boy beside her.

"Let's be frank. What's the point." Hoffa frowned and pinched her face. Her hands are soft, and she pouts her mouth unhappily. She looks like an angry little puffer.

"Forget it." Hoffa picked up his arm and said, "I don't have any candy. Take me to Chloe."

The little girl drew back her hands and shrugged. "Forget it, you can give it to us at any time if you think about it, but you can't get out of this boat."

She is very hard to think clearly.

Looking at the mysterious appearance of the two children, Hoffa felt thoughtful. He narrowed his eyes and asked, "let's not talk about the mess. What about the others? Why are you two alone? I remember when I brought back from France, there were more than a dozen children"Oh, they are..." the little boy subconsciously answers his question, but the little girl suddenly covers her mouth.

The little girl put up a finger at the boy's mouth: "Shh! You can't say it. It doesn't work to say it. "

The little boy, who looked very honest, was a little afraid, so he had to nod his head and look serious. "OK, I won't say."

The little girl shook her hair and hooked Hoffa's white little finger. "Come on, I'll take you to see sister Chloe."

Then, hand in hand, they ran along the empty stairs. Hoffa ran behind the two children. His head turned quickly. He felt as if he knew something vaguely, but he couldn't confirm it.

The road he and the female vampire had taken before had been destroyed due to fierce fighting. The little girl and the little boy took Hoffa up another staircase to the turret. They should have stayed here for a long time and knew it very well.

Arriving at the top floor, Hoffa stood in front of Chloe's room where he had been drawn blood. He still remembered that he had seen the phantom of grindevo here.

The little girl said, "we'll send you here."

"Where are you going?" Hoffa asked.

"It's none of your business." Said the little girl.

Hoffa frowned and said, "Hey, children should listen to adults, don't run around!"

"You're not much older than us."

The little girl put out her tongue, and her expression became serious again: "please remember, big brother, all people's lives are in your silence."

With that, she pushed Hoffa, dragged the little boy down another dark staircase and disappeared into the dark and complicated depth of the warship.

"Hello

Hoffa was lying on the stairs. It was neither chasing nor not chasing.

He was wondering where the little boy and girl had gone when a cry for help came from the room at the top of the turret: "can anyone hear me? Can anyone hear me? "

It was Chloe's voice. Hoffa quickly put aside the little boy and little girl's business, and hurried into Chloe's room where he was drawn blood.

The room was as before, except that the strange and hazy smoke was gone, and everything was clear. There were countless ticking dials, strange blood drawing machines, cold and ferocious steel seats, and the pale nuns sitting on the chairs, but there was no mansdor.

The stone in his heart fell to the ground. He walked up quickly and pulled out all the tools that bound Chloe. She limped down, her arm limply around Hoffa's neck and her head on Hoffa's shoulder.

"Are you ok?" Her voice was almost inaudible, but the first thing she did was to care about others.

"I'm fine." Hoffa was very sad. He felt as if he had forgotten something he didn't want to forget. He patted Chloe on the back. "Hold on, I'll take you back."

"Mans is out. We're going to stop him." The nun's breath became a little disordered, "he... He took my blood, will... Completely disturb all the order of this time and space..."

"must it be now?" Hoffa pushed Chloe away from his shoulder and looked at her anxiously. There was no blood on her face, even her lips were white.

"Only now, we only have one chance, if we wait for the day..." she looked into Hoffa's eyes, her lips closed, and did not speak.

"Chloe?"

"Chloe..."

he called the nun twice, but the other side didn't answer. He just looked at himself with big eyes. There were too many meanings in his eyes, such as pleading, suggesting, and a strong fear.

Hoffa looked around. There was no one around. But there is still a piercing chill. This feeling he experienced once when he was surrounded by four mans at the same time. It was a sense of peeping, as if no matter what he did, he could not escape the fate of being examined, and there was no privacy to speak of.

At this moment, some kind of Ravenclaw's unique intuition rose from his mind, and he seemed to return to Hogwarts, in front of the common lounge door of Ravenclaw's dark tower.

There, every time before entering the common room, Eagle ring will give him a riddle. Only those who have guessed the riddle can enter Ravenclaw's public room. There is also a hidden puzzle here, but the person who created it is unknown.

All people's lives are in my silence...

thinking of those two strange little boys and girls, and looking at the strange appearance of the nuns in front of them, Hoffa closed his eyes and what they were talking about.

"And the children?" A few seconds later, he opened his eyes and asked, pretending to be relaxed.

"They are locked up. When I recover a little and can walk, I'll go and release them." Said the nun.

"So it is..." he nodded. "I see. In fact, I think so, just afraid that your body can't hold on. ""I'm healthy." Said the nun stubbornly.

"I know."

Hoffa tried to pull her up, only to find that her leg was hanging on her shoulder as soon as it was bent. He couldn't walk upright at all, but he had to hold her thigh and carry her up.

The nun was lying on his back. He went out with the nun on his back. Because of the blood drawing and the fact that she was very thin, her weight might be only about 80 Jin at the moment. For Hoffa at night, it's no different from a leaf.

However, he felt that there was a whole Mount Tai on his back. Every step was very difficult, as if he was walking on a steel wire instead of the ground. There is life on the steel wire, and there are cliffs on both sides. If you don't pay attention, you will be crushed to pieces and doomed.

Finally, when he came to the door, he was a little out of breath by the invisible pressure. He turned to look at the nun, and the nun also looked at him, lips tight and silent.

All people's lives are in my silence...

he thought of mans's silent departure, the little girl who was released, and her outstretched palm.

"Wait a minute."

Hoffa said slowly.

Chloe's voice trembled on his back and asked, "what's the matter?"

Hoffa didn't answer. He looked straight at the two down stairs in front of him. On the left, a little girl and a little boy took them up. The indicator light on the stairs was green and in good condition.

The other is the staircase where the little boy and girl leave. The lights on the stairs were broken, dark and gloomy.

"You want to go out that way." He asked the nun gently.

The nun pointed to the left without hesitation.

Hoffa sighed softly, gritted his teeth and said with a bitter smile, "it's really hard."

With that, he walked down the turret from the passage with the flashing green light. Before he left, he threw out the black mistletoe he had got from killing Tom Riedel, and left it like my shoes.