What did it feel like to lose too much blood? The heart would beat faster, the skin would turn pale and cold, and the eyes would turn black. The nerves would not feel gravity, and the soul would feel like it was walking on clouds. This was a near-death experience. At times like this, people would often think of many things. They would think of the past, the past, and some regrets that they had never fulfilled.
However, what Crowley thought about the most were some fragmented scenes and hazy emotions. She remembered that when she first stepped on English soil, she and Hoffa walked in the empty wilderness together. They rarely spoke to each other. At night, they would light a bonfire under the stars. Through the flames, she could see the boy's face flickering on the other side of the bonfire, silent and focused. The boy had promised her that if he returned to London, he would tell her the reason for escorting her. However, she felt that she probably would not know the answer. She only hoped that Hoffa could escape from this place and avoid being implicated by her terrifying power.
Some kind of warmth flowed into her body through her blood vessels, lifting her spirits. She vaguely felt that her life was coming to an end. The Manse drained her of blood, giving her the illusion that she was dying.
However, the warmth gradually became hot, and her heart rate gradually returned to normal. Her body also became warm. The darkness in front of her was no longer. She opened her eyes, and everything in front of her was as bright as day.
She was still firmly fixed to the chair, but there was an extra blood bag on her arm. A man knelt on one knee beside her, silently giving her a blood transfusion.
It was the Manse.
She felt that it was a little unbelievable, so she struggled a little.
"Fortunately, you're not dead yet …" The Manse who gave her the blood glanced at her and stood up with a grunt.
"You're awake!?" A similar voice asked beside her. "Can you hear me?"
The voice reached her ears. She turned her head and was stunned.
The room was full of people. There were piles on the left and right, and they had all kinds of strange faces.
Some were young and had an unruly appearance, some were middle-aged and mature, some had a banana peel on their head, some were tattered and bruised all over, and there were even some who were neither male nor female.
However, they were all Manse, just different versions of him in different timelines.
After being stunned for a long time, she finally understood what this guy had done. She could not help but blurt out, "Lunatic!"
"I have something to ask you."
An androgynous Manse walked out of the crowd.
Chloe looked at him with hatred. A strong instinct was flowing in her chest, and she was almost unable to suppress it.
The androgynous fellow said, "After gaining the power of time, I realized that I could communicate with my past and future selves. However, when I tried to communicate with the future, I realized that I could only communicate for three hours at most. Why is that? Why can't I talk to my past self in three days, three weeks, or even three years?"
"Is that why you gave me your blood?"
Chloe mocked sharply, "After taking my blood, I thought you would have a good understanding of time!"
"Answer my question. Why can't I contact my future self?" The androgynous Manse asked coldly. All the Manse in the room stared at Chloe.
"If you want to play with time, you have to be prepared to be played with by time." Chloe didn't answer the question. Instead, he said happily.
"Yes."
The androgynous Manse grunted and stood up.
Then, another strong man, Maans, stepped forward and raised his arm.
Pa!
A heavy slap landed on Chloe's face, causing her to tilt her head, leaving a bright red handprint on her face.
"I ask, you answer."
The androgynous Manse said.
Slowly turning her head, Chloe, with the red handprint on her face, laughed, "You're panicking. Is it because my blood isn't that easy to control? However, now that things have come to this, do you think I'm still afraid of death? You're wrong. The glory of the Kingdom of Heaven will never shine on an ambitious person. The only thing waiting for you is the torment of the flames of hell. "
The Manse laughed together. That kind of laughter was noisy and mocking, but at a certain point, it stopped abruptly.
"I admire the piety and ignorance of people like you."
The androgynous Manse said slowly. He waved his hand, and two of them carried a brand new brown wooden box from afar. On the wooden box, there was a half-convex grey screen.
One Manse plugged in the old television, and the other Manse turned on the screen. On the black and white noise screen, a young man was dragging a female vampire and running wildly in the turret. The young man's body was covered with bloody wounds.
"Hoffa …"
Seeing the person on the screen, Chloe struggled to sit up, but was heavily pressed down by the Manse beside her.
Then, several Manse pushed several brown wooden boxes over, plugged them in, and lit up the screen. Everything that happened in every corner of the warship was displayed in full detail in front of Chloe.
"You and I share the same vision, so you know what I know."
The androgynous Manse said: "You should know what happened to him. During the day, he was just a defeated dog, but this defeated dog is still on this ship, trying to get you out. I have to say, the bodyguard you hired is really conscientious. At least, he's more loyal than a fake believer of Satan like me. "
Chloe lowered her head, bit her lower lip, and tightened the iron chain. Her heart was filled with both joy and pain. She was so excited that she didn't even notice that her wrist was being rubbed by the iron chain.
"Shouldn't you be unmoved? Reverend Nun. "
The Manse's mouth curved into an evil smile, "You should know how terrifying your power is. In fact, if I wanted to kill him, I could have done it long ago, but I didn't want to completely fall out with you."
"I won't believe a single word you say." Chloe stared at the Manse, and found his every action and expression disgusting.
As soon as he finished speaking, several Manse in the room silently walked out. They didn't have any connection with each other, but their tacit understanding was as precise as a clock.
"What are you going to do?"
"Prove myself with my actions."
The Manse said.
As soon as he finished speaking, the four Manse who had disappeared from the room quickly appeared on the black and white screen. Like an old-fashioned horror movie, they stood in the four corners of the room where Hoffa was hiding, talking and searching.
After a heart-wrenching confrontation, the young man on the screen used a transformation spell to break the fresh water bucket used by the soldiers, and used the water to transform into a crystal to control the four Manse.
Seeing this, Chloe heaved a sigh of relief. But soon, the crowd in the room decreased. They didn't communicate at all, and just silently walked out of the room and down the stairs.
"Are you done yet?"
Chloe's eyes were red, and her fists were trembling. On the screen, she saw Hoffa come to a washroom and fall to the ground, panting. This made her heart twitch, and her heart ached.
"Before you answer my question, I won't stop. No matter how strong your bodyguard is, there will be a day when he will be trampled flat by countless of me."
At the same time, the army of Manse in the room began to walk down the stairs, each step silent and firm.
"Death!!"
Chloe suddenly raised her head, her eyes red. She roared angrily like a lioness.
All the Manse stopped, turned around, and stared at her without blinking.
Chloe stared at the Manse: "In the arrow of time, there is only one thing that is certain, and that is death. If death happens, you will never be able to contact your future self, just like how you will never be able to talk to the dead. "
After she finished speaking, the crowded room fell into a dead silence.
"You're saying that the me in three hours will already be dead, and that's why I can't contact my future self?"
"That's the only possibility." Chloe grinned, and the coldness of her smile surprised even herself.
"Death is the reason why we can't talk to our future!?"
Mance and the others looked at each other in dismay, their expressions extremely shocked. Then they said in unison: "Impossible, I can't be dead."
Because hundreds of people were speaking at the same time, their voices were synchronized in the room, as if a single person's voice had been amplified countless times.
At this time, among the Manse, a Manse covered in wounds and tattered clothes stood out. He said in a hoarse voice: "She's right, I can feel death, and I'm only one step away."
"Who did it? Hoffa Bach? "The Manse in the room turned their heads and roared at the Manse who spoke.
"No, it wasn't him."
A Manse who was as badly injured as him appeared from behind the Manse who was being roared at, as if by magic. He shook his head: "I defeated Hoffa Bach, completely defeated him."
"Then who was it? That boy who played with snakes? "The androgynous Manse and the others asked in unison.
"No, it wasn't him either."
In the crowd, another Manse shook his head: "That boy is already dead. He'll be dead in an hour, killed by Hoffa Bach."
"Could it be that useless female vampire, and that walk-on student?" A group of Manse from the past asked uncertainly.
The Manse from the future shook his head: "No, the one who played with snakes is dead, and the girl ran away with the student. They've gone to a place where they can't be found. It's not worth mentioning."
"Then who was it!?"
All the Manse Zizi grabbed their hair with their hands.
This strange conversation was like a large-scale schizophrenia scene. While Chloe was disgusted and disgusted, he also felt a deep sense of madness. This man's desire to control fate had reached a level that bordered on paranoia.
"Wait, the black mistletoe."
In the crowd, a slightly injured Manse stood out and said gloomily: "Hoffa Bach has the black mistletoe on him."
Hearing this, the Manse's faces all changed.
"No."
A Manse with blood at the corner of his mouth stood out: "I broke the black mistletoe. He couldn't do anything to me."
"Oh."
All the Manse let out a collective sigh of relief. Their voices were like Zizi's sigh in the World Cup when the opposing team didn't score a single penalty.
But then they frowned again. "If the mistletoe is broken, then who killed me?"
All the Manse looked at the end of the line, at the most battered and exhausted one of them, and asked in unison.
"I don't know. The danger came from behind me. I didn't see who did it." At the end of the line, the battered and exhausted Manse answered.
"Damn it, then who was it?"
"Who killed me?"
All the Manse asked in unison. They turned their heads to Chloe, hoping to get an answer from the nun.
"You ask me, but don't you already know everything I know?"
Chloe looked at him sympathetically from the iron chair: "But I can tell you that if God has decided that something is inevitable, then no matter how hard we try, it will all be in vain."
"Shut up!!"
The Manse next to the TV suddenly swept the table with his arm, and the TV box connected to the wires was swept to the side. The convex glass screen was smashed to pieces, and electricity sizzled on top of it.
"Are you saying that I'm fated to die today?" All the Mance clenched their teeth in unison, making their teeth chatter.
"I didn't say that. You saw it yourself."
Chloe was unmoved by the Manse's rage: "When I was in the convent in France, the priest told me that almost all foreseeable futures are terrifying, painful, uncontrollable, and powerless. Almost all the things that you are afraid of will happen. If you think about it this way, it is better to live a happy life without knowing anything. "
Chloe looked at him sympathetically: "You spent so much effort to catch me and extract my blood. You thought that you could change the future just because you know the future. You thought that you could devise strategies and reap great benefits. In fact, that's just a fool's dream …"
Her voice stopped abruptly.
A Manse grabbed her by the throat, and his eyes were filled with hatred: "I don't need an inexperienced person to tell me what to do and teach me how to be a person! I'm blessed by the God of Death. No one can kill me. No one. I won't die even if I'm hurt. That's his promise to me! Unless … "
The crowded room suddenly quieted down.
The Manse thought of something at the same time. After a long silence, their expressions changed again. It was as ugly as an own team's player making an own goal in the last ten seconds of a game.
"Unless …"
"Unless …"
"Unless …"
The Manse who was grabbing Chloe by the throat suddenly let go of the coughing nun. He said with hatred in his eyes: "Grindelwald! It must be you, Grindelwald! "
Hundreds of Manse suddenly raised their heads and shouted to the air: "Are you also coveting the Immortal Artifact that I've set my eyes on?"
Thus, most of the Manse disappeared like bubbles, and the crowded room became empty. Only an androgynous person was left standing in the same place.
That was the Manse at this moment in time.
He cracked his fingers and moved his neck.
"Don't you dare control my life!"
Then, he strode down the stairs and disappeared from Chloe's sight.
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