As soon as the thought crossed his mind, an invisible temptation seized his soul.
He looked back at Chloe, who was putting on makeup in front of the mirror, and felt a little conflicted. If he went out, what if she was kidnapped by the kidnappers again?
But seeing Chloe getting uglier and uglier, and almost unrecognizable, he felt that there shouldn't be a problem. Even her own mother wouldn't be able to recognize her.
No matter what, he wanted to give it a try.
He casually found himself a bartender's suit in the dressing room. This suit was not his size, so it was a little loose when he put it on.
"Chloe."
Huo Fa called out to her.
"What?"
"I'm going out for a while. I'll be back soon."
"What are you doing?"
"Going to the bathroom."
Hoffa said casually.
After putting on his clothes, he went straight to the second floor of the bar. He remembered that Durant had eaten in one of the rooms on the second floor.
But when he went up to the second floor, Hoffa found that there were so many rooms here that he couldn't tell which one was which.
He rushed up the stairs on the right. Under his feet was a mottled unpainted wooden floor. There were identical doors on both sides of the corridor, and behind them were cramped office cubicles. One of the doors was open. A European girl in a black sleeveless T-shirt was kissing a tattooed man in the corner. The man's hand was wandering around her chest.
Their lips parted when they heard the noise. The man looked at the untactful guy threateningly, as if telling him to get lost with his eyes.
"Don't stay up there for too long."
Hoffa reminded him the moment they brushed past each other.
Then he left their field of vision and ran to the end of the corridor. The last two doors were closed and should be locked. He suddenly turned around and kicked the blue metal door at the innermost part with the sole of his shoe.
The door burst open, and the door frame shattered. Cheap hardware fell to the ground. It was pitch black inside. The alley behind the bar was lit, and the light shone through the plastic window covered in soot. He saw antlers and glass mirrors sticking out of the walls of the room. Apart from a pile of discarded food boxes and a leafless electric fan, there was nothing else.
At that moment, he heard a noise coming from the next room. He immediately retreated and turned the corner of the corridor.
However, he saw a familiar figure looking around from room to room in the corridor.
It was Norbert. He was also looking for Durant.
Hoffa's heart skipped a beat. He realized that "he" was sitting downstairs. If he saw it, how would she explain herself?
Seeing Norbert turn his head to look at him, he grabbed the transparent plastic handle of the door on the right with both hands, pushed his shoulder inwards, and entered the room in a flash.
She slammed the door shut.
However, he was still one step too late. His signature hair and physique had been recognized by Norber, who had walked across the corridor.
"Hoffa?"
A probing voice came from outside the door. "Didn't I ask you to wait for me downstairs?"
The voice traveled through the door. Huo Fa leaned against the door, thinking that this old man had sharp eyes.
Norbert stood in place for a while. When he did not receive a reply, he asked, "Is that you? Why did you change your clothes?"
"It's me."
On the other side of the door, Huo Fa replied, his heart thumping.
"I wet my clothes downstairs, so I came up to change."
He did not care if he was seen through and lied.
"You … changed in there?"
Norbert was suspicious.
"Yes, weren't you looking for Durant? Did you find him!?"
"No … There are a lot of rooms in here. Do you want to come out and look with me? "
"No, that's your job!"
Hoffa gritted his teeth and said.
"Fine … Fine … Are you sure you don't want to come out?"
"Can you go over first? I'll find you later. "
The person outside was silent for a while. Hoffa could feel that he did not leave. This made him want to go crazy.
"What are you doing?" Hoffa asked through the wall.
"I … I'm thinking, thinking about something."
"What is it? Hurry up."
"Are you really alone in there?"
"Duh, if not alone, then who else?"
"Fine."
The person outside heaved a sigh of relief. "Then change. Remember to come out early after you're done."
With that, the footsteps faded away.
Norbert left.
Hoffa heaved a sigh of relief. At this time, he sensed that there were three people in the room he was in, and there was an unpleasant smell in the air.
Sniff, sniff …
His expression changed, and he turned around like lightning.
There were many small wooden cubicles in the room. The floor was wet, and there were many advertisements and recruitment flyers on the walls. The only problem was that something was missing.
"Creak!"
The wooden door of a small cubicle opened, and a dancer stuck her head out and explained the problem to him.
"Sir, this is the ladies' room."
On the sign on the door, there was a simple symbol of a woman wearing a skirt. Hoffa's eyes moved down from the symbol.
"Oh."
He nodded calmly, and pushed the door open like a gentleman. After turning the corner, he covered his face and sighed.
"God …"
Damn it, no wonder Norbert talked for so long outside the door. God knows what that guy was thinking.
The soreness in his arm intensified.
He rolled up his sleeves to take a look.
His entire forearm seemed to have evaporated, and had become transparent. If not for the fact that he could see the blood vessels and bones, he would have suspected that he had lost his hand.
He gradually understood that the more he did at this time, the faster he would disintegrate.
At this time, a roar came from afar.
It was Durant's wolf howl.
Norbert had found his room.
Hoffa stood up silently. He had wasted too much time, and there was no point in looking for Durant now. This attempt was a complete failure.
.....
.....
When he returned to the dressing room, Chloe had become the ugly girl they first met. But now, she was hiding under the dressing room table, trembling. Seeing her look up, the pair of light purple eyes under the smoky makeup made her look like a frightened mole.
Hoffa squatted down. "What's wrong?"
"What's going on outside? I heard gunshots, and saw werewolves. "
"It's okay."
Hoffa said softly. "It's just a little commotion, let's go."
"I also saw you."
"It was me two days ago, I was working."
"What kind of work do you do, so violent?"
"Those are all necessary means, I personally don't like it."
Hoffa said.
"Is that so?"
Chloe was suspicious. "Why do I feel like you're enjoying it?"
Hoffa shook his head and held out his hand. "Are you coming or not?"
Chloe crawled out from under the table, stared outside for a while, and suddenly asked, "Did you kill that werewolf?"
"Yes."
Hoffa did not comment and said casually, "Let's go."
"You shouldn't have killed him."
The nun sighed. "God said …"
"Did you notice the black glove on my hand?"
Hoffa did not want to dwell on the moral issues of a dead person, so he directly interrupted the nun.
Chloe said, "I saw it."
"That's what you want to steal. With it, I can restore your magic power and take me back to the future."
After leaving the bar, he took Chloe to his residence in the 7th arrondissement of Paris. Two days ago, he was receiving goods at the moment, and there were about two hours before he came back.
Sometimes, time passed very slowly.
When he longed for someone to appear, or when he longed for something to happen quickly, time always passed very slowly.
But time also passed very quickly, especially when he became a kind of consumable with an end in sight, such as the ten minutes after class.
Hoffa was in such a dilemma at the moment.
He longed for his past self to come back as soon as possible, like a long-distance couple waiting at the station.
At the same time, he was also afraid of the rushing time, like a child who was drinking yogurt, cherishing every mouthful.
During this period of time, he did not speak to Chloe again. Instead, he sat alone on a bench in the park, striking a match from time to time.
There were many charred matchsticks scattered on the ground, and Chloe anxiously swayed in front of him.
Finally, her irritation was transmitted to Hoffa, and he threw away the matchstick. "What are you swaying for?"
Chloe stopped and looked at his face. She hesitated and didn't say anything.
Hoffa said, "Just say what you want to say."
Chloe said, "Two days ago, you didn't even know me, will you …"
Thinking of Hoffa's crazy battle with the black wizard, Chloe made a throat-slitting gesture.
"No, I won't."
Hoffa said, "I will probably find you and dislike you, but I won't kill you."
"Then I have to say something, in case … in case you interrogate me." Chloe was still a little worried.
"You can say that I saved the person who was about to be eaten in the werewolf's room, and then I saved her. Maybe this way, I'll treat you better. "
Chloe fell silent after hearing this answer, but Hoffa felt that she wanted to say something, but was hesitating.
So he asked, "What are you thinking about?"
Chloe thought for a moment, then looked up at Hoffa, "What does it feel like to kill?"
Hoffa was stunned, he didn't expect Chloe to ask him this question, and he didn't know how to answer her.
When he left Hogwarts alone, he ran out of money, had nothing, and fell into a quagmire. In the end, he began to earn money in a way he never had before. In that month, he killed two men and a woman, and the amount he earned a year ago would have been laughable.
"What do you mean?"
"I'm a Jew, no matter how confused my religious beliefs are, I will never tolerate an organic killing machine," Chloe said.
"Is that the voice of God's loyalty? Hoffa pursed his lips, "The Crusaders also fought in the East, I don't think your way of thinking will affect me."
"Although many believers believe that violence is a means of punishment, I have to admit that this is heresy, there is no such record in the Bible or Christian literature."
Hoffa shrugged. "I'm an atheist," he said, "I've never had any dealings with the church."
"So you don't care about these things?" Chloe asked.
Hoffa wanted to snort, but the other person's light purple eyes were like transparent glass, he looked at his own reflection in the other person's pupils, and was momentarily speechless.
After being speechless, he felt an inexplicable sense of irritation.
He turned his head away, unwilling to continue the discussion with the other party on that issue.
Fortunately, a figure appeared on the side of the road, breaking the invisible conflict between them. A figure in a black leather coat staggered out from the side of the road.
Hoffa, who was sitting on the bench, hurriedly pushed Chloe.
"Let's start, I'm back."
Two days ago, Hoffa sensed something. He first walked to a shopping mall on the side of the road and pretended to look at the products in the glass cabinet. After confirming the location of the stalker through the glass, he immediately followed their line of sight, but saw nothing.
For safety reasons, two days ago, he circled around a tree and disappeared into the air.
Looking at the disappearing figure, Chloe said nervously to Hoffa, "Your sixth sense is even sharper than a woman's."
"It's okay, although he can sense it, he can't discover me." Hoffa comforted her, "Everything will be fine as long as we follow the plan."
"Is there anything we need to pay attention to?"
Chloe asked, "You've been through this before, so you should know what to do."
Hoffa immediately remembered that Chloe had to take off her shoes to enter the house, and was seen through by the Gestapo. He wanted to remind Chloe, but when the words reached his mouth, he forcefully swallowed them back.
At this point, he already felt like he was walking on thin ice. Every move he made would lead to different results. Perhaps if he made a single mistake, it would lead to unpredictable consequences. Rather than that, perhaps not saying anything was the best choice.
.....
.....
They came to the door of the house and leaned against it, pressing their ears against the wall. Time passed by in the oppressive atmosphere of a storm.
The sound of static from the TV came from inside the house, and the other Chloe was about to fall asleep.
Outside the door, the two who were about to steal the gloves looked at each other and nodded. Then, Hoffa pressed the door handle, and under the effect of the Transfiguration Spell, the lock quietly popped open with a click.
Chloe slipped in through the crack in the door, while he went around to the other side of the house to observe the situation.
Sure enough, about three minutes later, a banging sound came from inside the house. Chloe was discovered by the other Chloe from two days ago.
Without further ado, he immediately slipped to the window, wanting to steal his gloves while Chloe distracted his attention.
But just as he ran to the window, the sound of a car speeding by could be heard.
The headlights were glaring. He squinted his eyes and saw a row of brand new black Mercedes-Benz cars. The red swastika flag was fluttering from the car's ears.
And behind the row of black Mercedes-Benz cars, there were five or six heavy armored vehicles.
They were from Nazi Germany.
The Mercedes-Benz car went around the corner, and the headlights shone directly at Hoffa's house.
He knew that something was wrong, and immediately jumped out of the window and hid in the bushes.
All the cars stopped at a distance less than 50 meters away from the house.
The headlights were turned off, and a large number of black-robed wizards quietly got out of the cars. After getting out, they waved their magic wands and set up defensive spells in the surroundings. Soon, the wizards and the cars disappeared into the air. However, they didn't leave, but were scattered in an orderly manner behind the canopy, on the roof, and in the shadows.
Hoffa, who was hiding in the bushes, was shocked when he saw this scene. He originally thought that there were only three people looking for Chloe, one Muggle and two wizards. But now, it seemed that this wasn't the case.
From the looks of it, all the German wizards stationed in Paris had come out in full force.
Moreover, these guys were very sneaky, stopping outside his perception range. They were cautious and ruthless, and didn't seem to be ordinary people.
Three people walked out of the defensive barrier, and without any hesitation, they strode toward Hoffa's house. They were the ones who came to check on him that night.
There was a knock on the door.
Two days ago, Hoffa locked Chloe under the bed on the second floor, put away the magic gloves and money, and drank the compound soup. However, he didn't know that he was surrounded.
Looking at himself in the room, Hoffa bit his lower lip. Things had become more complicated. If this matter wasn't settled, he might not even be alive now.
He didn't dare to waste any time. He stepped on the wall and climbed up to the second floor, and pulled Chloe out from under the bed.
In the room, Chloe complained in a low voice, "You're too unreasonable."
"That wasn't me," Hoffa said hurriedly.
He leaned against the window and looked out. Then, he quickly walked to his cupboard and opened it.
He took out the box that hid the magic gloves, put them on, and stuffed all the money into his pocket without any hesitation.
"How is it?"
Chloe asked happily, "Can we go now?"
"You did a good job, but we can't go yet."
Hoffa said in a low voice.
"Why not? I don't think your body can hold on much longer."
Hoffa walked to the door and listened for a while. Two days ago, he was dealing with Colonel Muller Manse of the Gestapo downstairs.
Pursing his lips and thinking for a moment, he pulled Chloe and disappeared from the room with Ghost Walk.
On the street, Chloe kept asking Hoffa, "What are you doing? What are you doing? Why don't you go back?"
However, he didn't answer. He hurriedly found a phone booth on the side of the road, got in, looked at the house in the distance, and dialed his own number.
Soon, the call was connected.
Hoffa's voice from two days ago came from the other end of the phone. "Hello …"
"Put Muller on the phone."
Hoffa said bluntly in German from the phone booth.
When he said this, he could feel the time flare on his body more than double in size. The translucent light climbed up his neck, and his entire arm holding the phone was almost gone.
Chloe looked at Hoffa worriedly.
The SS Colonel picked up the phone. "Who are you?"
"Hoffa Bach, Colonel Manse. The person you're looking for is with me."
Hoffa said into the phone.
The person on the other end of the phone was silent. He was a little excited.
"Oh … That's strange. Why do you have this family's number?"
"This has nothing to do with you. If you want to find Chloe Lemaire, you have to do as I say."
On the other side of the phone, Chloe's expression changed. She immediately poked her head over and after clearly hearing the person's voice, she grabbed Huo Fa's clothes and glared at him with a doubtful and angry expression. "Are you an idiot?"
Her hot breath blew on Hoffa's face. Hoffa stepped aside and pressed her hard against the glass of the phone booth with one hand.
The Gestapo Colonel on the other end of the phone chuckled. "What are your conditions?"
Hoffa's heart skipped a beat. He only wanted to trick the Gestapo away from him two days ago. He didn't really want to hand Chloe over to them. What conditions could he offer?
"Ah, you're not sincere, are you?" the Gestapo Colonel on the phone said.
Hoffa clenched his fists. For some reason, the Gestapo Colonel named Muller could always see through his true thoughts. This made him very passive.
However, at this moment, the phone was snatched away.
Chloe grabbed the phone and shouted, "Let those Jews go!"
Hoffa was stunned.
"Easy. Where are you? I'll pick you up right away, "the Gestapo Colonel asked.
"I'm at phone booth 36 on University Avenue. If you want to find me, just come over!"
After that, she hung up the phone and looked at Hoffa with a sneer. "Are you satisfied now? That guy will definitely come over. "
Hoffa was stunned. "You revealed the real location to him just like that?"
"Then why did you call him?!"
Chloe roared. In the small phone booth, she pressed down on Hoffa. "Do you know what kind of demon he is? Lies have no effect on him!"
Before she finished speaking.
Space distorted violently. A dozen Black Warlocks appeared near the phone booth by Mirage. Countless car lights lit up in the distance. The ear-piercing sound of tires screeching indicated that danger was approaching rapidly.
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