Chapter 264

"You lost!"

In the early hours of the night, at the entrance of the lane full of rain, Mans dusted his clothes with his white bone arm. "It's not my opponent."

He looked at the distance, the sky has risen a little bit of white, the day is coming. He picked up the raincoat and gun he had left on the ground, put the Mauser pistol in the mouth of the boy who fell to the ground, and decided to wait until the second of the day to blow his head.

With the passage of time, Mans kept pulling the trigger at any time. Before the end of the night, he could see that the teenager's almost immature face was slowly creeping back, the bent bridge of the nose was rising again, the bruised eyes were slowly opening, and the cracked rabbit lip was healing.

"No more resistance?" He moved the gun away a little and asked like a friend, "if you want me to tell you, you can still fight."

Pig head boy lying on the rain slowly nodded.

"You don't seem to care at all. Isn't death terrible to you?" In the last few minutes before dawn, Mans asked curiously.

The pig head boy shook his head slowly.

"Why don't you talk? The day is coming. If you don't talk, you will die." After thinking about it, man's face showed a rare trace of gentleness: "if you have any last wishes, you can tell me, I can help you complete them."

Pig head youth brewed for a while, lips wriggle, did not make any sound. Out of respect for his opponent, Mans leaned down and put his ear to his mouth.

"I'm sorry..." he said in a low voice.

Excuse me?

Why say I'm sorry? Mans straightened up and frowned, feeling that he was not speaking to himself.

At this time, the cumulonimbus clouds in the sky completely dissipated. Under the first glimmer of dawn, he saw another person's shadow in the water on the ground, who had stood behind him silently.

The shadow of death, which was suppressed in the battle, suddenly burst out at this moment and was expanded to the limit.

"Drink!"

He roared, trying to use this method to scare away the guy behind him, or to dispel his inner fear.

Time at this moment slowed to the extreme, almost to the degree of complete stillness, however, the figure in the water was not affected at all, it moved slightly.

Poof.

Mans saw a black spike coming through his body and then pulled it out. With the black thorn into the body, some severe pain into a death signal, straight into the sky.

...

thousands of miles away.

In a quiet room burning incense, a man sits on a futon with his knees crossed, meditating. His long white hair falls from his head to his waist.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, drew out his black wand and pointed to the void.

Six burning candles appeared in the room.

But there was a small black spot in the middle of the flame of one of the candles. The black spot expanded at the speed visible to the naked eye and swallowed up the flame in an instant.

At the same time, a strange kind of children's laughter rings faintly in the meditation room, just like the laughter of a naughty child after a successful prank.

The white haired man watched in amazement as the flame went out and the smoke came out. For a moment, he even forgot to breathe.

...

Bournemouth.

Less than 100 meters from the port, Mans covered his chest. A stream of black gas gushed out from the stabbed wound and spread rapidly, as if what he had in his body was not red blood, but black gas.

The first time he looked back, there was nothing behind him.

The man who killed himself either ran away or hid himself.

"It's impossible... It's impossible... I've broken it... It's impossible!"

He turned his head madly, trying to turn back the time, but with the passing of the smoke, he found that he could not even control his body. With his head on the wall, he kept twitching, twisting and struggling...

"Damn it!"

"Why

"I've done that?"

Unable to control himself, he roared wildly and was almost unable to extricate himself from confusion: "who is it, who is it?"

No one answered. The small black hole in his chest spread to his whole body. He could even hear something chewing, chewing his soul. Every bite takes away part of memory, and every bite takes away part of reason.

Under the pressure of death, he completely lost control: "what should I do? What should I do

At this time, he saw Hoffa fall on the ground, as if he saw the last straw. He fell on the ground with love, pressed Hoffa on his shoulder and said, "tell me who it is! Tell me who it is? "Hoffa fell to the ground, looking at the new sunlight and the fading moon in the distance, and turned a deaf ear to mans' plea. In fact, the moment he destroyed mistletoe, he knew everything.

After so many fights, he quite knew the Muggle in front of him. It was because of his understanding that he could not help but feel an unspeakable sympathy from the bottom of his heart. If you don't have the most tenacious desire to survive, how can you evolve that terrible desire to control. But all of this, in the time he played with, quickly disintegrated.

"I can give you whatever you want, whatever you want!" Mans pulled Hoffa from the ground and pressed him against the wall. He was not willing to let him speak fast: "tell me who killed me. I can help you kill grindevo, I can even help you rewrite history, I can help you do anything you want, as long as you tell me... "

silence.

The shaken boy didn't turn his head. His lips were closed and silent. There was only sadness and sympathy in his eyes.

"Tell me!"

"Tell me!"

"Tell me!"

He cried crazily, and his voice was shaking.

"You know that, don't you?"

"Please."

"Please...

....

the voice gets lower and lower until it disappears completely.

Hoffa didn't say a word.

At last, Mans lowered his head, released his hand, and everything went out of control at this moment. Confusion engulfed him, and he leaned back. Leaning against the corner full of water, staring at the sky: "my vision is still too narrow..."

He murmured.

The black smoke from his chest filled his head and floated across his cheek until it dissipated in the night sky. After the black gas dissipated, his body completely collapsed, became black and thin, skinny, hair dry, like a skeleton that had been dead for many years.

...

...

as the dawn sun gradually rose, some street sweepers in ponchos appeared on the streets of Bournemouth, and a melodious air defense alarm sounded in the distance. No one knows that the city's actual savior has been integrated with it.

He sat against the wall beside mans's dark little body, just like two migrant workers who were ready to smoke on the bricks after a day's hard work.

It's finally over.

No one could stop him from sending Chloe back to London.

No one can stop him from achieving his long cherished wish.

However, he could not help feeling confused. After all this, he was not sure what he wanted.

One hand was on his shoulder.

He looked back and saw that the nun who had been put on the distant roof came to him. She was wet and trembling all over.

"Chloe..."

Hoffa looked at her with mixed feelings.

There was a plop.

Chloe kneels down in the water and stares at mans's shrunken bones. After watching for a while, she stopped her head and asked Hoffa tremblingly, "will I go to hell?"

"No

Hoffa hugged her shoulder, put his head on her forehead, and said softly, "certainly not."

"What's it like to kill?" She asked Hoffa for the second time, but this time it was much heavier than when she was in Paris.

Hoffa thought for a moment and said seriously: "I feel that human beings are not so noble and sacred, just like other animals in nature, livestock. If you get used to it, you will become numb and indifferent to life and death. "

"Then why are there executioners? If it's not good. " Chloe pushes Hoffa away and looks straight at him.

The problem became more and more acute. Hoffa could hardly look her in the eye. He didn't look back: "some souls are destined to burn. Or warm others, or burn the same kind.

For the sake of more people's interests and survival, sometimes we have to sacrifice a few people. This is the meaning of prison, and this is the meaning of death penalty. "

"Yes, you have a point."

Chloe looked at him painfully: "but sometimes I also think, if those murderers, those crazy people, those thugs who torture the same kind. If they didn't have the experience, if they didn't have the painful experience, how could they become what they are now? If no one is willing to listen to their voice, and no one is willing to bring them salvation, then there are not more and more such people, and this life cycle will never have an end. "

Hoffa was dumb. He opened his mouth and didn't know what to say for a long time.

Chloe looked into his eyes and said in a trembling voice, "look at me, Hoffa."Huo Fayi Yan looked at the nun's eyes, but found that her eyes had a faint silver luster, which was the precursor of the magic.

"I think... I think maybe no one can answer your question, only God can answer it."

"I just want to listen to you now. Talk to me more." There was fear and loss in the nun's voice.

Hoffa was lost in thought, this moment. He thought of ADBE goshak, Albus Dumbledore, the dragon of nothingness, what he had learned in the school of witchcraft and Wizardry, what he had experienced, and suddenly he had the answer.

"When I was at Hogwarts, the founder of Ravenclaw, ronay Ravenclaw, once told me to look for light in the dark.

I think there is always darkness in the world, just like there is always night. But some people will succumb to the darkness and submit to it, while others see hope in the darkness and work hard.

If I say, it's not that their lives are bad, it's that they choose to give in. "

Then he raised his head and looked at Chloe's pure silver pupils with burning eyes: "if you think there is something positive in the dark, do it, if it will bring light."

In a corner as low as dust, some kind of invisible flame passes from one person to another. Chloe stares at Hoffa. This is the first time she peeps into the soul of the man who has been with her for many days.

"I see."

Finally, she nodded, untied her red hair, took off her nun hat and stood up.

Hoffa knew what she was going to do, but he still couldn't bear it. He hesitated for a moment and stood up, "I'll go with you, I can do it for you..."

he didn't dare to continue, because he knew that what was going to happen had happened, and he couldn't change it. She was destined to return to the past, save the children of the refugees, and remind herself to abandon the black mistletoe until the end of the enemy.

Chloe shook her head. She turned and went to Bournemouth. Alone to the distant darkness, to the cycle known to Hoffa.