The narrow corridor did not last long. A flight of stairs appeared in front of them, and at the top of the stairs was a metal cover that could be opened and closed. The three of them pushed open the metal cover and stood out from the tunnel. A flame flashed behind them. The metal cover closed with a bang.
The thick smoke choked the three of them, and the ground was scattered with cinders and ashes. They were squeezed in a fireplace. The three of them crawled out of the fireplace and fell on the smooth floor, coughing violently.
Without any time to rest, Hoffa returned to the fireplace and pulled the metal cover at the bottom of the fireplace. He was afraid that Nightmare Anker would come out. But after pulling, he realized that the metal cover was welded shut and could not be opened.
Nightmare Anker did not come after them. After the metal cover closed, his crazy voice disappeared. He breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed on the ground. He was so tired that he did not want to think about the reason anymore.
In the absurd Nightmare World, all the rules were twisted.
The silence lasted for less than a minute before a suppressed laughter came from beside him.
"Hahahaha …"
He turned around and saw Aldo lying on the ground, coughing so hard that tears were about to fall. But he looked at the top of his head and could not stop laughing.
Hoffa touched the top of his head and his face became extremely ugly. Nightmare Anker had actually burned half of his hair. Without even thinking, he knew that he must have looked extremely funny.
"Hahaha …"
He was still laughing.
Hoffa forced himself to get up and kicked Aldo in the chest, knocking him to the ground. "Are you laughing at your father!?"
Aldo stopped laughing. He lay on the ground like mud and began to sob again. "Without Anker, what's the point of going out …"
"You love him so much. Go down and be buried with him." Hoffa said in disgust. He was in a terrible mood.
"Love him? No one hates him more than I do. He's arrogant, arrogant, and cold. But he's the descendant of the Association's higher-ups. If anything happens to him, it will be my fault. "Aldo tore his hair and said painfully.
Looking at his mangy posture, Hoffa sighed and did not want to say anything more.
Survival during World War II was not easy.
Then he looked at Chloe. She was sitting on the ground. She was neither laughing nor crying. Instead, he stared blankly at the ceiling.
He followed Chloe's eyes and saw a colorful painting of the Virgin Mary on the ceiling, a cross of Jesus hanging on the wall, and an empty white bed and iron frame on the ground. It looked like a hospital's infusion hall.
His heart skipped a beat. 'Where the f * ck is this …?'
Footsteps sounded behind him.
Chloe lowered his head and looked behind Hoffa.
A strange man said in surprise, "Chloe, why are you so dirty? Did you fall into the fireplace?"
Hearing the voice, Hoffa turned his head and saw a middle-aged man wearing a priest's robe. He had a neat black beard and was of average height. His arms were hidden in his sleeves, making him look rather elegant.
Hoffa looked at Chloe. "This is your dream?"
Chloe bit his lower lip and clenched his fists without saying a word.
The old priest walked to the three of them. He looked at Hoffa's head, which had half of his hair burned off, and the corner of his mouth twitched.
Hoffa and Aldo did not have time to answer.
Footsteps sounded from the distance again. This time, the footsteps were fragmented and dense. It was clear that there was more than one person.
The door was pushed open and a group of nuns walked over. The nuns wore meticulous black and white robes and headscarves. They looked to be about the same age as Chloe, except for the leader.
It was a middle-aged nun with a neat bun. She was dressed plainly and was tall. She had a pair of green phoenix eyes and looked very charming. However, the anxiety and uneasiness on her face reminded Hoffa of the young widow Mary he had met before.
"What happened, Lemmy? Why are you like this? Who did you fight with?"
She looked unhappily at Hoffa and Aldo who were standing beside Lemmy and questioned them. "Hey, are you the ones who made her like this?"
Chloe shook his head.
The young nuns behind her also noticed Hoffa's half-bald head. They covered their mouths and snickered, which made him very unhappy. It was bad enough that he was mocked by Aldo, but now he was being mocked by Chloe's subconscious. He had become like this because of them.
"Are they your friends?" The middle-aged priest raised his hand to stop the nuns from snickering. He seemed to be easier to talk to than the middle-aged nun.
Chloe nodded.
The priest heaved a sigh of relief and said to the middle-aged nun, "Sanessa, don't be so agitated. They don't look like bad people."
"I don't see them as good people either." The middle-aged nun's attitude did not soften. She said sternly, "In any case, the monastery will be under curfew soon. If you have any questions or would like to pray for repentance, come back tomorrow."
She pulled Chloe up from the ground without any explanation. "You're the most troublesome one. Hurry up and wash off this layer of soot. You don't want to go pray in such a dirty state, do you?"
"No, I don't," she said hoarsely.
"Then hurry up." She pinched her scarf and pushed Chloe's back with a frown.
Chloe pointed at Hoffa. "Sister Sanessa, he's my friend. Can you let him stay here?"
"Oh, my dear, what are you talking about? This is a nunnery. How can you take in men at night? Besides, these two don't need treatment. There's no reason for them to stay here. "
Hoffa could not help but ask, "Where do you want us to go?"
"Go back to where you came from. Wait, what's wrong with your head?" The middle-aged nun frowned as if she had just seen the half-bald head.
"The hairdresser and I have a grudge," Hoffa said.
The middle-aged nun's mouth twitched. Her almond-shaped eyes narrowed into a sharp arc. She said in a tone that brooked no argument, "Don't talk nonsense. Go back. It's already so late. Don't let your family worry."
After saying that, she pulled Chloe deeper into the monastery.
"Wait …" Hoffa wanted Chloe to stay.
What he got in return was a dissatisfied look from the middle-aged nun.
"What else do you want?"
Hoffa slowly retracted his hand that was suspended in the air. "Can you give me a moment alone with Chloe?"
The middle-aged nun looked at him sternly and coughed. "You can say whatever you want. But under the light of God, everything is transparent."
She pressed Chloe's shoulder, not letting her move an inch. Everyone looked over. The middle-aged priest, Aldo, and the group of young choir nuns. They seemed to be curious about what he would say.
They did not even allow him to whisper. What a strict subconscious. Hoffa sighed. Looking at Chloe's pale face and helpless eyes, he knew that her spirit was exhausted under the torture of this nightmare.
"What should I do …" Her lips squirmed out a few words.
"If it's not necessary, don't use your physical body."
Under the gaze of the subconscious, he warned her with a secret code.
.....
.....
The night in Paris was as usual.
Pedestrians came and went on the streets. Those who saw his weird hairstyle mostly covered their mouths and chuckled as they hurried past.
Hoffa stood at the entrance of the Tarkal Monastery, looking at the Eiffel Tower in the distance. He thought to himself, 'What the f * ck, I can't get out of this place no matter how hard I try.' After Cloy was taken away by the people of the monastery, he and Aldo were also thrown outside by the people of the monastery.
Aldo suddenly coughed violently. He covered his mouth, and as he coughed, a transparent liquid flowed out from between his fingers.
After coughing, he said hoarsely, "Why did you promise that woman just now to leave Miss Lemour alone inside? What if she's in danger?"
Hoffa asked, "Are you worried about her?"
"After all, she saved me in my dream."
"I didn't think that a perverted wizard would have a conscience one day."
"Mr. Bach probably doesn't care about the honor of the Germans."
"I wish they all had the same sense of guilt as you. Dreams are related to emotions. I don't want to do anything to agitate Lemour. That nun didn't let me in, but it doesn't mean that I can't sneak in. "
"When do you plan to … cough cough …"
He coughed violently again, spitting out water as he coughed.
Hoffa pointed at his nose. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine." He wiped his wet nose. "Maybe I just caught a cold."
"Aldo, there's no future in following Grindelwald," Link suddenly said. He looked at the lights in the distance. "Trust me, he doesn't care about the bullsh * t Wizard's Association at all, let alone your lives. His purpose in life is to spread pain and nothingness in the world."
Aldo looked at him in shock. "Why are you saying that?"
"Compared to Anker, you still have some conscience. Come with me to England. If you stay in Germany, your conscience will be wiped out by the slaughter and war sooner or later. "
"You mean there's no slaughter in England? You make it sound like you're clean. When you killed Dominic, I didn't see you go easy at all. "
"You can't tell the difference between good and bad?"
"Sorry, I don't have a choice."
"You have a choice."
"A choice? Humph, we're trapped in a nightmare. Our lives are in danger. " He coughed again. After coughing, he said, "You can't even get out, yet you're trying to instigate me. Mr. Bach is indeed Lord Grindelwald's disciple. You really know how to plan ahead."
"What if I find a clue and bring you out of the dream?"
Aldo stared at him with wide eyes.
Hoffa pressed his shoulder. "Aldo, I need you to do me a favor."
Aldo shook off his hand. "Tell me what you're going to do first."
"I'm going to investigate something. I might be separated from you for a while. During my absence, I hope you can help me protect Chloe Lemour. This shouldn't be difficult for you."
"You trust me?"
"This is a matter of life and death." Hoffa said solemnly, "I have some guesses about this nightmare. If you can help me protect Lemour, I have a seventy percent chance of bringing you out of this strange place."
Aldo looked into Hoffa's eyes for a full ten seconds. Finally, he nodded.
"Only this time, and it's for Miss Lemour's sake."
Hoffa's expression was serious. "Although I don't know what will happen, this nightmare will do everything possible to provoke human emotions. This is her dream. Before I return, you have to make sure that her mind is stable. Can you do that, Aldo? "
"I'll try my best."
He said.
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