"How's his condition?"
(In a daze, Hoffa heard someone asking curiously. He tried to move, but he couldn't.)
"What does it have to do with you?" Someone said impatiently.
"That's strange." A woman said.
"What's strange?"
"When he was sent here in the morning, we diagnosed him with third-degree severe burns. Almost all the skin on his body was burned. He was just short of a breath. But at night … he seemed to …"
(Hoffa felt his skin itch, so he struggled.)
"Seemed to what?"
"Seems to only be first-degree mild burns …" The woman answered in confusion. "It's only been less than twelve hours. How could …?"
"Well, Metz, you're very observant. But it's all for naught."
The spell flashed and Hoffa opened his eyes. What he saw was a dark ceiling and a dripping IV dripping beside his hand. In the dark room under the moonlight, bottles and jars were scattered everywhere. It was very crowded. An old man was holding a magic wand and pointing it at a witch standing beside him. The witch had a dull expression on her face, as if she had just woken up from a nap.
He raised his arm, but felt that his whole body was tied up tightly. He looked carefully and found that he was tied up like a mummy, lying on a metal bed.
After thinking for a while, he understood what happened. A wizard set fire to his theater. Not only did he set fire to it, but he also blew up his theater. He wanted to put out the fire, but unfortunately, it was daytime. After falling into the sea of fire, he was sent to the hospital.
Thinking of the thousands of civilians who came to see his theater party, he didn't have the mood to continue lying down. He pulled the catheter on his arm without hesitation and tore off all the bloody bandages on his body.
The sound of the bandages tearing attracted the old man with the magic wand. He immediately put away his magic wand and walked to the bedside in two steps.
Hoffa saw the old man's face clearly and was even more disgusted. A wrinkled face with a few thin strands of hair and trembling fingers. It was Nicole Lemay.
"It's you again?" He asked impatiently.
"It's me."
"Where is this?"
"My basement."
"Go away!"
He pushed Nicole Lemay away and finished tearing off the bandages on his own. He casually picked up a set of clothes from the hanger and put it over his head before walking out.
"Stinking brat, where are you going?"
Nicole Lemay tried to stop him, but he ignored her. He didn't give up and chased after her with his walking stick. "You can't go back to that theater now. You can't go back."
"Why?" Hoffa looked at Nicole Lemay gloomily. "I should have warned you not to follow me, right?"
"If I didn't follow you, you would have been burned to ashes." He angrily slammed his walking stick on the ground. "Do you really think you're invincible? I've never seen a vampire that could survive being roasted on a fire during the day. You should thank me!"
Huo Fa stopped his footsteps, his expression softening a little.
Nicole Lemay sighed, turned around, and pushed the sluggish witch out of the door. Then, she slammed the door shut. She took out a radio from the corner and placed it in front of Hoffa. She turned the switch a few times, and a sizzling broadcast flowed out from the radio.
"BBC Evening News, it is reported that a fire broke out in a theater in London's Soho district at six o 'clock this morning, causing a lot of damage to the surrounding buildings. Fortunately, no one died, and only one man was injured. At present, the injured man has been sent to the hospital. The specific cause of the fire is still under investigation. The preliminary judgment is that the use of electricity was careless. I hope that everyone will be cautious when using electricity …"
The female presenter on the Muggle radio finished reading the script without much fluctuation in her voice. Then, she began to report some news about the weather and current affairs. However, Hoffa felt that something was wrong.
No one died?
One person was injured.
Last night, he clearly saw thousands of people turn into ashes in the sea of fire. How could no one die? This was a terrifying event that was similar to 9/11. After it happened, no one cared. Was the world crazy, or were they crazy?
At this time, Nicole Lemay turned the radio to the magic channel again. "… At six o 'clock this morning, a large number of Muggles disappeared in London's Soho district bar street. The preliminary judgment is that it was caused by teleportation magic. The culprit is unknown, and the number of missing people is unknown. Currently, members of the Disaster Reversal Department have been sent to repair the damage. If you see any missing Muggles or anyone with suspicious whereabouts, please contact the Department of Defense of Black Magic immediately. Thank you for your cooperation.
Nicole Lemay turned off the radio and whispered to Hoffa, "Don't cause trouble. Keep a low profile. We can't attract any attention from the Ministry of Magic this year, do you understand?"
"A lot of people died. Why did they say that no one died?" Hoffa asked his doubts.
"Corpse Decaying Potion."
Nicole Lemay sighed and took out a bottle from the bottles and jars beside her. The bottle was burned black and shattered, but Hoffa could still recognize that it was the 96 Poland distilled vodka that he had poured for the God of Nightmares.
Nicole Lemay said seriously, "After the fire was extinguished, I entered your theater immediately and found this before the Ministry of Magic. According to my tests, someone has put Corpse Magic Potion in the wine you provided. After drinking this magic potion, it will melt a person's body into the most basic elements within a few hours. It is one of the most terrifying magic potions in the world. "
"What? Why would they drug it? "Hoffa was confused." What's the purpose? Who would go against a group of homeless people? "
"I don't know, but I'm more inclined to believe that the person's target was you. He wanted to kill you, but you didn't fall for it."
Poisoned me?
Hoffa thought of the strange man who had looked at him coldly in the flames last night. His fingers clenched into fists, and his bones cracked. But after thinking about it carefully, he immediately rejected this theory.
"That's impossible. I've been holding a free party in Soho District every day for the past week. I've been providing drinks. These drinks are all directly transferred from the winery. There are tens of thousands of bottles. If they just want to kill me, why would they use such a large-scale move? Besides, it's been fifty years, and I haven't found any traces of me in this world. Who would be so free to kill me?"
"Then it's a cover-up."
Nicole Lemay put down the bottle. "The Corpse Decaying Potion is used to destroy corpses. A bottle of Corpse Decaying Potion and a fire is enough to make anyone disappear quietly."
Saying that, he frowned. "But it's really strange. Using Corpse Decaying Potion to kill Muggles and setting a fire to destroy the corpses. Don't tell me they don't want to attract attention?"
？？？？
Hoffa was confused. He believed that there was always a reason for killing people. Murder for love, murder for revenge, murder for profit … But none of them seemed to have anything to do with the fire in his theater. That man ran away immediately after setting the fire. He didn't even bother to explain himself. What was he trying to do?
He walked around Nicole Lemay's house.
Was he dreaming?
He thought of this possibility. Was the God of Nightmares angry that he didn't agree to his request and set him up?
So he activated his magic. It was working normally without any jerkiness. He looked around. The scenery was normal. It was night, and he was full of energy. There were no traces of a dream.
He wasn't dreaming. After dreaming so many times, he could clearly distinguish the difference between dreams and reality.
Could it be Tom and the others … Hoffa thought about it and still felt that something was wrong. Even Tom wouldn't attack a group of homeless people at a party for no reason. Besides, according to the time, that guy was at death's door. Why would he come to blow up his theater for no reason?
Things had become complicated and confusing. He was already prepared to muddle along and wait for death in this world, but this sudden change made his head hurt.
"Don't think about it," Nicole Lemay said helplessly. "You shouldn't be so high-profile. Although I don't know how many people from the British Ministry of Magic died, if I can detect poison, so can they. They might have already set up an inescapable trap in your theater. So, you can't go back now."
Nicole Lemay was rather calm. She put away the bottle.
"By the way, if you feel guilty about the deaths of those people, I can tell you that it doesn't matter. If you don't go back, this world line will collapse sooner or later. What's the big deal about a thousand people dying?"
"Don't put the blame on me. You're making it sound like I killed those people!" Hoffa rebuked angrily.
(Nicole Lemay shut her mouth and shrugged. She started fiddling with the bottles.)
Everything was not going well. Hoffa wanted to rub his hair hard, but he found that his hair had been burned by the fire. It hadn't grown back in time, and he was now bald.
"Damn it."
He kicked a bottle away, and his anger rose. If Silby had gray hair, he would have gray hair. If Silby was bald, he would have bald. Why was that guy still haunting him?
The more he thought about it, the more unhappy he was. He looked at Nicole Lemay and said, "I'll say it first. Although you saved me, I advise you to give up if you want me to go back!"
"I'm not here to ask you to go back." Nicole Lemay put down her work, sighed, and said, "If you really don't want to go back, who can force you?"
After a pause, she said, "Actually, I'm here to ask you for help."
"Again? Old man, do I know you that well? "
"It's not that kind of help. This kind of help is very easy for you," Nicole Lemay turned her head rather sincerely and said, "I want to ask you to help revive Chloe."
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