After enduring the long and painful day, Hoffa got up from the ground. He picked up the glass ball that imprisoned the God of Nightmares and the two black and green mistletoe stalks, pushed open the door, and walked up to the turret.
Night fell again, and he was like a fish in water. The three-ring scar on his chest was as bright as fire. Not only did all the wounds heal in an instant, even his spirit was abnormally strong. But this time, he didn't dare to take any chances.
For some reason, when he was fighting with Tom, the Manse didn't come to stop him. He didn't believe that his transformation could trap him for half a day, and this short period of peace was more like the calm before the storm to him. It made him extremely uneasy.
There was no one in the dark turret or the cabin. The only sound was the slight crackling of his feet on the ground. If it was any other time, he would be happy to be in such an environment. After all, night and darkness were excellent protection for him.
But after all, he had seen the strange scene of four Manse moving together a few hours ago. Now that there was no one here, he became more and more worried. He was worried that he would meet a group of Manse at the next corner and then turn the time back to the day.
As if to confirm his thoughts, just as he walked to a corridor on the third floor of the deck that the soldiers used for resting. A little girl's head poked out of the narrow room. She had two little braids and looked very cute.
Hoffa immediately stopped moving. His body blurred and disappeared in the corridor. He would rather it was the Manse that rushed out than meet anything unexpected.
Not long after, in another room. Another little boy's head poked out. They stared curiously at the place where Hoffa's illusion disappeared.
"I heard a voice. Is that you, big brother?" the little boy asked. His timid voice echoed in the empty corridor.
Hoffa, who was on full alert, saw the appearance of the two people clearly and revealed himself in shock.
"You are …" He squatted down and took a closer look. They were one of the children that Chloe had taken away from France.
"Why are you here? It's dangerous here."
Hoffa hurriedly looked around and whispered, "Hurry up and find a place to hide."
The boy shook his head and crawled out of the small room. Hoffa guessed that they had been hiding under the soldier's bed.
"The officer is gone," said the little boy. "He left an hour ago, and we don't know where he went."
"Mr. Officer?" Hoffa's eyes widened in surprise. "Are you talking about Manse Muller?"
"Well, that's his name." The little girl bumped the boy's shoulder unhappily. "Why are you calling him Mister? It's so respectful."
"He's very nice. When he was with us, he gave me candy every day," the little boy said honestly.
"Bah, is it good to give you candy? He looks like a bad guy. He sold you and you're counting the money for him!" The little girl knocked on the little boy's head.
The little boy covered his head with his hands, feeling wronged.
Hoffa didn't have time to think about why the little boy would call Manse 'Mister'. He immediately thought of Chloe. Did Manse take Chloe away while he was waiting for nightfall? Damn it, why am I so slow?!
"Hey, have you seen Sister Nun?" He squatted down and grabbed the little boy's shoulder.
The little boy stroked Hoffa's arm and comforted him, "Don't worry, Sister Chloe is fine. She's waiting for you, but she can't move. You have to help her."
He didn't take Sister Nun away? Hoffa breathed a sigh of relief and stroked the little boy's head.
"Then gather your people. I'll take you out. We have to leave this place as soon as possible."
"No, Sister Nun can't see you."
The little girl suddenly said.
"Why?"
Huo Fa was confused for a moment. The little boy just said that Chloe was waiting for him. Why did the little girl say that Chloe couldn't see him?
"Do you have anything to give us?" The little girl stretched out her hand and looked at him without blinking.
"What do I have to give you?" Hoffa looked at the little girl in confusion.
"I can't tell you." The little girl said. She still stretched out her hand. Compared to the little boy, her expression was more cunning.
"If you have something to say, just say it. Don't keep me in suspense." Hoffa frowned and pinched her round face. It was soft to the touch. She pouted unhappily, looking like an angry pufferfish.
"Forget it." Hoffa crossed his arms and said, "I don't have any candy. Take me to see Chloe."
The little girl withdrew her hand and shrugged. "Then forget it. Anyway, if you've thought it through, you can give it to us anytime. But, you can't leave this ship."
She purposely emphasized the words' think it through '.
Huo Fa fell into deep thought as he looked at the two children acting so mysteriously. He narrowed his eyes and asked, "Let's not talk about this mess first. Where are the others? Why is it only the two of you? I remember that there were more than ten children when we brought them back from France. "
"Oh, they're …" The little boy subconsciously answered his question, but the little girl suddenly covered his mouth.
The little girl put a finger on the little boy's mouth and said, "Shh! You can't say it. If you say it, it won't work. "
The little boy who looked honest was a little scared. He could only nod with a serious face and said, "Okay, I won't say it."
The little girl flipped her hair and hooked her white little finger at Hoffa, "Let's go, I'll take you to see Sister Chloe."
Then, hand in hand, they ran down the empty stairs. Huo Fa ran behind the two children, his mind spinning rapidly. He felt that he vaguely knew something, but he didn't dare to confirm it.
The path that he and the female vampire took earlier had been destroyed due to the intense battle. The little girl and the little boy led Hoffa up the turret from another staircase. They must have stayed here for a long time and were familiar with the place.
When they reached the top floor, Hoffa stood in front of the room where Chloe's blood was drawn. He still remembered that this was where he saw the illusion of Grindelwald.
The little girl said, "We'll send you here."
"Where are you going?" Hoffa asked.
"It's none of your business," the little girl said.
Hoffa frowned unhappily, "Hey, children should listen to adults. Don't run around!"
"You're not much older than us."
The little girl stuck out her tongue and her expression became serious again, "Please remember, big brother, everyone's life is in your hands."
After that, she pushed Hoffa and ran down another dark staircase with the little boy, disappearing into the dark depths of the battleship.
"Hey!"
Hoffa lay at the bottom of the stairs, not knowing whether to chase or not.
Just as he was wondering where the little boy and the little girl went, a cry for help came from the room at the top of the turret, "Can anyone hear me? Can anyone hear me? "
It was Chloe's voice. Hoffa quickly put the matter of the little boy and the little girl aside and hurried into the room where Chloe's blood was drawn.
The room was the same as before, but there was no strange hazy smoke. Everything could be seen clearly, including the countless ticking dials, the strange blood drawing machine, the cold and ferocious steel chair, and the pale nun sitting on the chair. Only the Manse was missing.
The stone in his heart fell to the ground. He quickly walked over and quickly broke all the tools that bound Crowley. She fell limp, her arms draped over Hoffa's neck and her head on Hoffa's shoulder.
"Are you okay?" Her voice was almost inaudible, but the first thing she did was to show concern for others.
"I'm fine." Hoffa was very sad, as if he had forgotten something that he did not want to forget. He patted Chloe's back, "Hang in there, I'll send you back."
"The Manse is out, we have to stop him." The nun's breath became a little chaotic, "He … he took my blood, will … will completely disrupt the order of this space-time …"
"Do we have to do it now?" Hoffa pushed Chloe away from his shoulder and looked at her worriedly. Her face was completely pale, and even her lips were white.
"Only now, we only have one chance, if we wait until daytime …" She looked into Hoffa's eyes, pursed her lips and did not speak.
"Chloe?"
"Chloe …"
He called out to the nun twice, but she did not answer. She only stared at him with her big eyes, and there were too many inexplicable emotions in her eyes. It seemed to be pleading, hinting, and also a strong sense of fear.
Hoffa looked around, and there was no one around. However, there was still a bone-piercing chill that could shake one's soul. He had experienced this feeling once when he was surrounded by the four Manse at the same time. It was the feeling of being watched, and no matter what he did, he could not escape the fate of being scrutinized, and there was no privacy to speak of.
At this moment, a certain intuition unique to Ravenclaw rose in his mind, and he seemed to have returned to the Hogwarts, in front of the common room in Ravenclaw's dark tower.
There, before entering the common room, Eagle Ring would give him a riddle, and only those who could solve Eagle Ring's riddle would be able to enter Ravenclaw's common room. There was also a hidden riddle here, but the person who gave it was unknown.
Everyone's lives are in my hands ….
Thinking of the two strange little boy and girl, and then looking at the nun's strange appearance, Hoffa closed his eyes, wondering what they were talking about.
"Where are the children?" After a few seconds, he opened his eyes and pretended to be relaxed.
"They are locked up, and when I recover a little and can walk, I will release them." The nun said.
"I see …" He nodded, "I understand. Actually, I was thinking the same thing, but I was afraid that your body would not be able to take it. "
"I am very healthy." The nun said stubbornly.
"I know."
Hoffa tried to pull her up, but found that her legs bent and hung on his shoulders, and she could not walk straight, so he had no choice but to carry her on his back.
The nun lay on his back, and he carried the nun out of the door. Because of her blood being drawn, and because she was very thin to begin with, she probably weighed only about eighty pounds. To Hoffa at night, this was no different from a leaf.
But, he felt as if there was a mountain on his back, and every step was extremely difficult, as if he was not walking on the ground, but on a steel wire. On the steel wire was life, and on both sides were cliffs, and if he was not careful, he would be smashed to pieces, beyond redemption.
Finally, when he reached the door, he was a little breathless from the invisible pressure. He turned to look at the nun, and the nun also looked at him, her lips were tightly pursed, and she did not say a word.
Everyone's lives are in my hands ….
He thought of the Manse's silent departure, the little girl who was released, and her outstretched hand.
"Wait."
Hoffa said slowly.
Chloe on his back asked with a trembling voice, "What's wrong?"
Hoffa did not answer, and he stared at the two stairs in front of him that led down. On the left, the little girl and boy brought him up, and the light on this staircase was green, and it was still intact.
The other staircase was the one the little boy and girl left. The light on this staircase was broken, and it was dark, and looked very eerie.
"Do you want to go that way?" He asked the nun gently.
The nun pointed to the left without hesitation.
Hoffa sighed softly, and gritted his teeth as he smiled bitterly, "This is really difficult."
After saying that, he walked down the turret from the flashing green light. Before he left, he threw away the black mistletoe that he got from killing Tom Riddle, as if it was a pair of worn-out shoes.
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