Dense footsteps could be heard from outside the door. As the footsteps neared the house, they all disappeared.
After about three seconds, there was a polite knock on the wooden door. It seemed like a courteous gentleman had come to visit.
Hoffa looked through the peephole and saw a man dressed in Zizi standing outside. A few German military officers were standing in front of Hoffa's house for some reason.
Not only that, but there were also two tall figures wearing black hoods standing behind the military officer.
This scene made Hoffa secretly shocked. They were actually people from the Empire's Magus Association.
Since Germany's influence in Europe had gradually expanded, the number of German Magi had also increased. These subordinates of the Grindelwald had merged together and formed a specialized organization. Not only did they not have the slightest intention of hiding their identity as Magi, but they also worked together with the Muggles and wantonly hunted and killed outsiders in the Magus World.
Their status and the terror they created were not inferior to the Muggles' Gestapo officers.
However, these people had never checked the territory they lived in. Why did they come here to check today?
* Dong dong dong! *
The wooden door rang again.
It was like a horn that urged people to die.
Huo Fa bit his lower lip as he looked at the ugly nun dressed in a loose robe and said angrily in a low voice.
He said in a low voice, "Why are you so loud?"
She covered her mouth and said with an apologetic expression, "Aiya, aiya, I'm sorry."
What a disaster!
She complained in her heart, but her hands did not stop moving.
Without further ado, Huo Fa immediately covered the girl's mouth with one hand and dragged her by her clothes with the other, forcefully pulling her into the room. Then, without giving her any chance to resist, he pressed her under the bed.
"Don't make a sound, or you're dead."
He fiercely warned the frightened nun, then pulled up the sheets and took out a few clothes from the wardrobe. As he hurriedly changed his clothes, he went to the cupboard on the coffee table and put away the money and pistol on the table. He put them in a paper box and locked the box in the cupboard in the room.
He then took out a tube of gray sludge from the drawer and poured it down his throat.
Outside the door, the German officer who knocked on the door three times did not receive any response, so he took a step back and nodded at the two black-robed Magi standing beside him.
The black-robed wizard took a step forward and pulled out his wand.
Just as they were about to blast the door open.
The wooden door in front of him was suddenly pulled open.
A bearded, black-haired, middle-aged man in pajamas stood at the door and asked in fluent German, "What's wrong?"
The Gestapo immediately pushed the two black-robed wizards away with a very professional smile on his face. "Hello, is this the home of Mr. Herrera Rapar?"
It was a very tall man, so tall that he could almost look down on the 1.9 meter tall Hoffa. He was dressed in military black, without any military rank or medal.
His skin was brownish red, and it was obvious that he was very healthy. He was as lean as the handle of a whip, and his shoulders, hands, and neck revealed strips of muscle. The colonel's eyes were small and black, like the panoramic lens of some primitive camera. His face was angular, shadowed, flat, and convex. Along the line of his jawline, there was a thin circle of beard that highlighted his angular face. It was as if fresh blood had added luster to a blade.
"Yes, I am Herrera Rapar."
Hoffa nodded. The man's appearance reminded Hoffa of the poisonous leopard he met in the Forbidden Forest many years ago.
The Gestapo held out his hand in a familiar manner. "Hello, it's an honor to meet you. I am Colonel Muller Manse of the SS. "
(But when he spoke, there was a hint of gentleness in his voice.)
Hoffa quickly shook the man's rough and slender hand. "Is there anything I can do for you?"
"Ah, we were just doing a routine check in the nearby area and happened to find your house. Do you mind if we go in and talk?"
"This …"
Hoffa pretended to be troubled and looked at the sky.
The tall SS colonel in front of him immediately smiled and said, "We will leave in a moment, it won't take too much time."
Hoffa then showed a respectful smile. "Of course, please come in."
The SS colonel walked into Hoffa's house with a briefcase under his arm. The two figures in black hoods next to him stopped at the door, like the servants of the Grim Reaper.
The SS colonel sat down in the dining room with a smile. He took off his gloves and looked around Hoffa's house.
"Your apartment is very stylish, Monsieur Raphael. I like your taste very much."
"It's not very tidy, it's a little messy."
Hoffa scratched his head and laughed, a little embarrassed.
Although the guy in front of him looked very polite, he knew that anyone who could become a Colonel of the SS had hundreds of lives on their hands.
He stood quietly on the pile of broken porcelain, hoping to cover up the traces of his fight with the female burglar.
"Is there anything to drink?"
The SS colonel's eyes stopped on a decorative empty bottle on the antique shelf. "Can you give me some pine nut wine? God knows how many houses I visited today."
"I'm done."
Hoffa said apologetically, "There's only water in the house now."
(Those bottles were just for decoration. He didn't drink at all.)
"Ah, it's okay, it's okay. Drinking less is a good thing, it helps to clear your mind. "
Colonel Müller of the SS was as familiar as an old friend.
"Can I trouble you to give me a glass of water?"
Hoffa walked to the side and silently poured a glass of water for the uninvited guest. He could feel that the colonel's eyes were quickly looking around the room when he poured the water.
Then, he very politely put the water in front of the Gestapo and stood to the side.
The Gestapo colonel picked up the glass and gulped it down.
After drinking, he let out a carefree breath, like a traveler who walked in the desert for a hundred days.
After a comfortable burp, the colonel quickly straightened up.
"Mr. Rapar, sit. I have a few questions to ask. It won't be long. "
Hoffa sat down. The Muggle in front of him strongly controlled the situation and didn't give him the slightest chance to retaliate.
He took out a few documents from his briefcase, counted them row by row, and finally stopped on a piece of paper.
"Mr. Rapar, what kind of business do you do in Paris?"
"Leather, clothing."
Hoffa said, "I'm responsible for supplying several clothing stores."
"Oh, clothing. Haha, I like French clothing. It's very stylish. Where is your store located?"
"Seine Marne, but it's almost closed now."
"Seine Marne?" The Gestapo colonel nodded. "Can I see your identity information? You know, it's necessary for work. "
"It's fine."
Hoffa straightened up and took a metal box from the antique shelf. He took out a few pieces of paper from the metal box and handed them over.
The SS colonel politely took out a monocle from his chest pocket and carefully compared the identity information on the document.
"Herrera Rapar, Italian origin, temporarily living in Paris for 20 years. Proof of residence, proof of identity. Hmm, very correct, very correct. "
After reading it, the Gestapo colonel took off his monocle.
"There's no problem at all. Even the pickiest examiner won't be able to find any problems."
"Of course, I've always followed the rules."
Hoffa said.
"That's the best. It's like this, I have a small favor. If Mr. Rapar can help us, I'm sure I'll be very grateful."
"What favor?"
The strings in Hoffa's head gradually tightened. He knew that the other party had already revealed their intentions. He had to be 120% alert to deal with it.
"It's like this."
Colonel Muller of the Gestapo changed his posture and crossed his fingers. "We lost a very, very dangerous prisoner."
"Prisoner?"
Hoffa repeated.
"Ha, yes, prisoner."
The Gestapo colonel took out a photo and placed it in front of Hoffa. "Female prisoner."
Hoffa tilted his head and looked. In the black and white photo was a young girl with a rather strange appearance. She had black hair, and her skin was as pale as paper. She wore a white dress and sat against a black background. At first glance, there was nothing wrong with the photo. But upon closer inspection, he found that the girl's eyes were pure white, without any black. She seemed to be blind, but also not. Her eyes stared straight at him through the photo, as if she was a living thing.
"Have you seen this girl before?"
No, Hoffa answered honestly. It was true. He had never seen the girl in the photo in his life.
"You really haven't seen her before?"
"No."
"But according to the clues I obtained, the last place she disappeared should be where your apartment is."
Hoffa was shocked. He immediately thought of the female thief just now.
But she and the girl in the photo were two completely different people. The girl in the photo was much better looking than her.
"I don't know. I didn't go out since I got off work at eight o 'clock tonight. No one else came to the house."
He paused. "And this person's eyes are very special. If I had seen them, I definitely wouldn't have forgotten."
As he spoke, the Gestapo colonel stared at Hoffa's eyes without blinking. His gaze was sharp.
After a few seconds, he grinned and straightened up. "If Mr. Rapar says so, I'm relieved. After all, the prisoner is very dangerous. We were also worried that she would hurt the innocent. But since she's not here, then it's fine. "
The Gestapo colonel stood up and extended his hand.
Hoffa breathed a sigh of relief. At least he had avoided a fight. Although he was not afraid of the people in front of him, he could not compete with a huge Reich. Of course, it would be best if he could get away with it quietly.
He quickly took the colonel's hand. "Okay. If I see her, I'll inform you immediately."
"That's for the best."
After shaking hands, the Gestapo colonel said casually, "By the way, before I leave, can I have another glass of water? I may have to go to several houses tonight. God knows if those people will give me water."
"Okay."
Hoffa turned around and went to get water again.
In front of the sink, Hoffa held a glass and filled it with water.
The Gestapo colonel behind him asked casually like an old friend.
"Mr. Rapar, do you live alone?"
"Yes."
"Isn't that quite lonely?"
"I'm used to it."
Hoffa said. "It's been like this all these years."
"Have you never thought about finding a partner? Our unit has a lot of women of suitable age. They are very eager to deal with a successful businessman like you. "
"You must be joking. I had a wife before, but she passed away," Hoffa said calmly. "I don't plan to renew it for the time being."
"Ah, sorry. That's a sad story."
"It's okay. It's been a long time."
Hoffa stood calmly in front of the Gestapo colonel and handed him the glass of water in his hand.
His meaning was obvious. He hoped that he would finish the water quickly and be on his way. The effect of the compound decoction was about to expire.
The Gestapo colonel took the water with satisfaction, but he only held it and did not drink.
"I have the best question, Mr. Rapar."
"Please ask."
"Who's the woman's shoes in the entryway?"
Hoffa turned his head and looked. His heart stopped for a moment.
It was as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.
On the floor of the entryway was a pair of dirty black women's Martin boots. They were left behind by the scar-faced female thief when she stole something.
What the f * ck. Why did the female thief change her shoes to steal something? It was simply inexplicable.
The Gestapo colonel slowly raised his head. At this moment, the professional smile on his face had a certain sharpness and penetrating.
He slowly sipped his saliva.
"It seems that you have more than one person in your house."
"Ah."
Hoffa said dryly, "I have a lover who is sleeping in her room."
The Gestapo colonel looked at him and did not say anything.
Hoffa felt that he had been seen through by a Muggle.
He was going crazy. Sure enough, those who could make it to a certain level in this era were not easy to deal with.
Unfortunately, at this moment, he could feel the effect of the compound decoction on him gradually wearing off. Soon, he would be exposed in front of this pervert.
With his appearance, the two German wizards outside would be able to recognize him at a glance. A fight would be inevitable.
He did not expect to meet anyone from the Wizard's Association when he went to Durant's warehouse to get the goods. When he returned home, he actually fell into the hands of an inexplicable female thief.
"Could you please take us up to see her?"
The SS colonel was still smiling. His tone was asking, but he exuded a cold murderous aura. He looked particularly cruel and cold. Obviously, this request was not allowed to be refused.
Hoffa nodded and said softly, "Okay."
Along with his whisper, a huge spiritual force field flooded the room like an invisible tide.
In the shadow of the house, countless fine stone spikes slowly grew out. The whole house seemed to come alive. It opened its huge mouth and revealed countless sharp fangs.
The two adepts outside the door immediately sensed it. They pulled out their standard black rosewood wands and pushed the door open with large strides.
Just as the undercurrent between the four of them was about to erupt …
Ding Ling Ling!
A cheerful ringtone sounded in the room.
Hoffa was shocked. His spiritual force field retreated like the tide, and the countless spikes in the house disappeared instantly.
Turning his head, he saw that the old brass rotary phone in his house was vibrating with a ringing sound.
He had been here for more than half a year and had never received a call. Because he was afraid of being monitored, he and Norbert never talked on the phone. Usually, no one would call him. To him, the phone was not much different from a decoration.
But at this critical moment, the phone rang. What was going on? Who knew his number?
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