Chapter 328

With Hoffa up.

Finally, the screen in the cinema stopped.

Then a dark figure stood up from the front seat of the cinema. When did a man sit there? Hoffa asked himself. He didn't know. The guy didn't make a sound.

However, when the man turned around, Hoffa was shocked to take a step back.

By the light of the cinema screen, he could see the man's appearance, his half bald head, wrinkled skin, and golden eyes. He was in his sixties. He was old Hoffa who had shot himself in the head before. Now he was standing in front of him quietly.

When Miller saw that guy, he was more surprised than seeing little Barty kill his father more than ten times. He moved his thigh and spilled coke all over the floor.

"It's you!" "You're not dead?" Hoffa said

The old man shook his head. "You've got the wrong person."

"But you..." Hoffa pointed at him and was stunned.

"Ah"

the old man smiles and shakes his head: "don't get me wrong, it's the game of death playing with life. I'm not the one you imagine. I'm just a replica of death. Like the two guys before me, I'm a fake. I'm nothing. You're the real Hoffa Bach. "

Miller, sitting next to Hoffa, looked relieved.

Hoffa didn't dare to relax. He tensed his nerves, looked at the old man in front of him and said warily, "you look much more sober than those two."

"Yes, sometimes gods can't control their creations, especially to my level."

The old man looked at his palm and said with appreciation, "he has given me too much power, which leads to a certain degree of freedom."

With that, the dark movie theater opened like a paper box. The bright sunlight fell from the dome, the street rose from the ground, the colorful umbrellas opened, and the beautiful beach appeared at Hoffa's feet. A breeze blew by, and he found himself and Miller standing on the beach full of coconut trees and bikini beauties in their summer Wye tropical shirts.

On the beach, the old man handed Hoffa and Barty two glasses of ice sand with lemon and umbrella.

Hoffa stupidly took the old man's gift, completely did not know what medicine he was selling in the gourd.

The old man, wearing sunglasses, sat lazily near the mobile ice cream stand, looking at the waves in the distance, and asked casually, "you've just seen such a long movie, so tell me, Hoffa, why little Patty must kill his father."

Hoffa didn't know why the old man asked him this question, but he thought about it for a long time and said:

"it's very complicated. Old buddy seems to be a workaholic, and he looks down on his son. And little Barty can't let his father face himself through proper means. That's why... Tragedies happen again and again. "

"Is it just that simple?"

"Is there any other reason?"

Hoffa was puzzled.

"Fate." Miller said.

Hoffa: "what?"

"Children will subconsciously imitate the character of their closest friends, whether they like it or not."

Miller took a bite of the sand ice. "They are so similar to each other. The only difference is that little Barty has bad luck and follows Voldemort. If Voldemort had not fallen, he would have become the same man as his father

"No way." Hoffa frowned: "I think little Barty's hobbies are almost the opposite of his father's

"I've heard that only doctors who know the best about men's bodies are qualified to have sex change surgery on men.

He must know his father and the extreme before he can make the opposite choice. However, the opposite of the extreme is still the extreme. The reason for their tragic fate may be precisely because of this extreme character. "

And Miller sighed, "poor thing."

"Is he right?" Hoffa asked the old man.

The old man just shook his head: "I don't know. I'm just curious. What you said is quite reasonable, but it's a pity that it's a little bit short. "

Hoffa: can I ask a question curiously

"Ask."

"What kind of game is this? Did you win, or did I win? "

Hoffa asked his most urgent question, this is his last opponent, holding on to Avada's statement, as long as you win, you can take aglia to leave herheim.

But the old man shook his head with a bitter smile: "if you think that death is playing games with you, you can't win, just like the gambler can never win the banker."

Hoffa shivered from head to foot.

The old man closed his eyes and took a mouthful of juice intoxicated. Then he said, "can you do me a favor? Hoffa Bach

"What... What?""Come here." The old man waved to him.

Hoffa turned his head.

The old man put his head to his ear and whispered,

"I can help you leave herheim, but under the power of death, I can only fight for three minutes for you. In these three minutes, all the unfavorable factors for you have been transformed into dreams by me, but within three minutes, you have to get to the exit of herheim's thorny way and leave here. ”

Hoffa wanted to move his head.

But the God of nightmare seized his arm and said in a tiny voice: "help, don't go the old way of that man."

With that, the gray haired and golden eyed old man in front of him suddenly collapsed and became pieces of broken glass, together with the surrounding tropical beach scene, all broken.

...

...

when he opened his eyes again, Hoffa returned to the secret place of death and stood in the crypt of agraia.

It doesn't seem to take long, maybe a few minutes, maybe just a few seconds.

Agraia was still picking in front of the expressionless stone cabinet.

Little Barty got up from Hoffa with a confused face, rubbed his eyes and looked at him with a sleepy look: "what happened, Bach? First, i... I seem to have fallen asleep."

Three minutes!

Hoffa thought of what the old man said to himself in his dream. His heart was pounding and his adrenaline was secreted. He immediately rushed to aglea and spoke very fast:

"is that flying big eared rabbit still there? Lend me a hand, I'll take you to the way of thorns."

When he said this, he trembled with excitement.

But agraia looked at him, and for the first time there was something else in his long, traceless blue eyes. It was to see the compassion and sadness of a wet cub.

"Go

Hoffa tried to grab her hand, but went through her body.

"Where do you want to take me?" She asked faintly, "resurrect me again? Don't think about it. I can't leave the underworld without the container to carry the soul. "

"Damn it! Don't you know how to refine your body? "

Hoffa pointed to the big cauldron. "How many people have you made bodies for? Why don't you make one for yourself?"

As time went by, three minutes quickly passed by more than ten seconds, but agraia said without delay:

"my refined body can only last for one day, and one day it will decay. When the time comes, I will come back here. It's meaningless, Hoffa. You can go wherever you want. Leave me alone. I'm already dead. "

"That's not your destiny!" Hoffa said excitedly: "that's grindevo's plot!"

"Colleagues, that's also your past. Accept it."

Hoffa: No

"No?"

Agraia's tone was rare, but also with a trace of excitement: "remember Sisyphus who pushed the stone, Prometheus who was pecked by vultures, peverier who kept jumping!"!?

These are all heroes in human beings. They want to fight against death just like you. Think about their fate. Don't you understand? "

Time flies by in the dialogue, Huo FA is very anxious. At this point, the girl is not willing to go at all. He stamped his foot in a hurry,

"sorry, I can give up everything else, but I can't.

They lost the game, I did not lose, three opponents did not destroy me, I will not be hanging on the thorny road

"Didn't you lose?"

She knelt down without warning and said in a desperate trill, "every time you think you haven't lost, but have you won again? Hoffa, don't you understand? You, like them, are repeating the infinite cycle of fate

"What?" Hoffa opened his mouth in amazement.

"Death deprives me of the ability to lose my memory and prevents me from passing through the underworld, herheim, and entering reincarnation. The purpose is to watch you die again and again.

It's a punishment for me to save you, and it's a punishment for you to save Hogwarts. We've all done something that shouldn't have happened. We've all done things we shouldn't have done.

If you think about it, don't you have the illusion that all this has happened? You don't have life, everything is staged according to the script? "

Hoffa's face grew paler.

Agraea closed his eyes in despair and held on to the wall: "your cycle is more terrible than Sisyphus, Prometheus and peverier.

In your eyes, everything is fresh, everything is the first time, but in my eyes, you have entered helheim more than 6000 times, told more than 5000 cold jokes in front of me, knelt down on one knee more than 500 times, participated in the game of death more than 6000 times, killed Davis more than 400 times, helped yourself more than 3000 times, and left here more than 6000 times. "Hoffa was standing in the same place as if struck by lightning. At this moment, the sense of vision that has continued to this day is strong to the extreme, as if countless pieces of aglea's image were combined in his mind to form an almost physical illusion. Some of them are laughing, some are crying, some are full of expectation, some are desperate, some are indifferent...

listening to agraia's words, Miller, who lives in Hoffa's right arm, opens his mouth and has a long tongue, just like a hanged ghost. "Six thousand times... Six thousand times what..."

aglia looked at Hoffa, trembling and crying: "do you know how happy I was when I saw you for the first time? For three hundred thousand years, I can't forget it. I am full of hope to see you, accompany you to defeat one enemy after another, full of expectation to send you out of the underworld. But I'm waiting for you one after another. "

"Time after time, time after time, time after time, there is no time in the underworld, so I use the human body to time. It takes a day for a body to be born and degenerate. Do you know how many bodies I have refined here? Do you know? "

Hoffa can't help but retreat continuously until he falls to the ground. Countless fragments of aglia's crying images are stacked together at this moment, tearing his heart.

"I'm tired, I'm tired, I'm fed up with it, but no matter what I say, good or bad, scold you or ignore you, quarrel or beg, you will definitely take part in the game of death and want to take me out of here! I appreciate your kindness, but you can't do it.

Do you think you can escape fate without herheim? You can't change anything and no one can be revived. What you see in the arena is you in the future. "

The more she said, the more excited she was. Finally, she pointed to the sky and sobbed in a low voice in despair: "death has put the future in front of you, but you can't change it anyway. This is the most terrible thing, Hoffa. There is an infinite cycle of destiny behind you. It's more terrible than death, it's a meaningless cycle, a cycle that nothing can change. "

The strong sense of immediate vision almost broke Hoffa's vision. The gloomy but nihilistic pain made him bend down. He grasped his palm and couldn't speak.

Six thousand times...

once for 50 years...

even if the time flow of the underworld is fast, it is... How many million years?

If no matter how hard he tries, his fate has been arranged, what is the significance of what he is doing now?

Agraia slowly floated to Hoffa, touched his face with his transparent hand, and pleaded in a low voice: "man can't win God. Give up, Hoffa, I beg you, don't go, stay here, I really can't see it, I can't stick to it, it's too hard, even for my sake, please, don't go out, just die Go ahead. "

As time went by, Hoffa's broken consciousness slowly came together. He asked hoarsely, "stay in the underworld, what can we do?"

"Stay in the underworld and do nothing. When I can make a perfect body, we will live in herheim just like in the real world, OK

Said agraia, despairing but tender.

Hoffa looked at her like this, suffering almost collapse, he tried his best to calm down a little, "before... Before 6000 times, you... How many times you told me."

Agraia covered his face in despair: "I have talked to you about this conversation more than 500 times, but not once, you are willing to listen to me, not once..."

little Patty on one side has been silly, just the girl's narration is shocking, Miller is no longer struggling, they stare at Hoffa foolishly, waiting for his decision.

"No, I'm not here..."

Hoffa grabs his chest: there's no breath, no sunshine, no hope, nothing, nothing. I'm going to get you out of here, I have to... "

" you've said it thousands of times, Hoffa! You can't remember, you don't know! You can't save me. You can't save anyone. You can't even save yourself! "

Agraia grabbed his hair and backed back in despair. "I can't watch you die, and I can't ignore you. It's no use saying it or not. Everything happens by chance, but the result is just like the inevitable fate. I'm too hard, I'm too hard, I'm too hard! "

"Calm down!" Hoffa quickly hugged her, but his arm passed through her again.

"Go, go, I know your character."

Agraia looked at his face and turned his head in despair. "I know you. You don't bow to anything."

She clapped her hands. The tall stone puppet pulled out a box, opened it in front of him, and threw a flying rabbit in front of him:

"let's go, ha ha, let's go, let's do it again, let's do it again..."With a weak and shaky smile, she walked around the crucible in the room and disappeared behind the dense cupboard: "let's go... Let's go... We've already said that..."

"agraia!"

Hoffa watched her figure disappear in the room and called out her name. He had ten thousand thoughts to catch up with her, but he stopped abruptly when he thought that he had only three minutes left.

A strong desire erupted from the bottom of Hoffa's heart. It was the desire to revive her. It was his commitment to fatil and the inertia of more than six thousand cycles.

He raised his head, took a deep breath, exhaled again, and stiffly suppressed the sense of desperation.

"Wait for me."

He no longer looked at the place where aglia had disappeared, but turned his head and walked to little Patty.

Little Barty couldn't stand up any more. He didn't know what happened. He just felt some pieces of information. He was overwhelmed by the despair. He pointed to himself incoherently, "I... i... you... She... What... What is 6000 times? Six thousand times... Me, too? "

"Shut up."

Hoffa's expression was as cold as a sculpture.

He could not help pulling up little Barty, riding on the rabbit, said to the rabbit: "the way to thorns."

The rabbit opened its ears and flew out of the gap torn by the son of the night God.

Outside, all the existence of death's secret place is temporarily controlled by the God of nightmares.

Hoffa, riding on a rabbit with long ears, flies past Avada, who is sitting on a balloon smiling and sleeping, over countless sleepwalking ghosts in the sky, over the road of thorns, over Sisyphus, who is pushing a stone, over Prometheus, who is being pecked at by the heart, over peverier, who is constantly jumping, and through the open border.

All the way, he didn't say a word.