152 Chapter 17, Fusion

A minute later, a figure slowly emerged from the water of the ferry. He clung to the life buoy, climbed onto the bumpy ferry, combed his wet gray hair, and leaned back against the supply box.

After panting for a while, Hoffa looked sideways into the distance.

There was a faint gleam in his golden eyes, and the man named Norbert at the front of the boat was chatting with the thin man who drove the boat.

He hadn't expected at all that he had just stepped into the North Sea and hadn't had a day's rest before he met the Lord, the criminal wanted by the Wizengamot.

He thought he could just sneak in and ghost walk and steal things.

But now, the difficulty of the task seems to have increased a lot, and the other party noticed him. He is not only an adult wizard, but also an extremely vigilant adult wizard.

It took less than a second for him to escape from the ghost walk, and the other party noticed the clues. He should be more cautious. Otherwise, if the opponent uses Apparition to run away, he has nothing to do.

Not long after, a mist floated over the sea, and the ferry rested on an island.

Norbert jumped off the ship and strode towards the island. And Hoffa walked ghostly, slowly following behind him, not daring to draw his attention too much.

Walking past the reefs on the coastline, Hoffa saw a small smoky island with several rows of large or small buildings dotted on the island. They are indistinct in the pale moonlight, appearing mysterious and quiet.

Hoffa took out the wanted list Yago gave him from his chest, flipped through the list, and there was a simple map drawn on the back of the list. On the map, a blue spot of light flickered, pointing to a distant direction.

That should be the direction of the lost items in the hospital that Yago said.

He looked at the back of Noble who was about to disappear in the distance, and followed quietly.

Norbert put his hands in his pockets, holding the handle of the alchemy gun, and stared behind him from the corner of his eyes. There was a cold smile on the corner of his mouth, and his steps became bigger and faster.

It didn't take long before he disappeared from Hoffa's sight.

And Hoffa did not rush to catch up with Norber. He followed the blue dot on the map and came to a river bank near the island.

Here, there are several houses scattered here and there. These houses were all empty, and when the sea breeze blew, there was a humming sound inside, like a night owl's low horn. Here, Hoffa felt a weird spiritual force field, which was like flowing water, silently permeating every corner of this land.

Very weird.

He slowed down and walked between several houses.

At this time, there was an unusually rancid smell in the distance. He saw a figure lying on the road, and when he walked over, it turned out to be a corpse.

While the mosquitoes and flies were flying, Hoffa saw a big hole was blown out of the corpse's head, and a revolver was held in the corpse's hand. Obviously, this person died of suicide.

He pinched his nose, feeling even more ominous in his heart.

What happened on this small island?

Going forward, he saw several corpses, some with their heads against the wall, some with ropes hanging their heads, and some with their heads even soaked in the pool.

All died by suicide.

There was the sound of teeth grinding in the air, and a group of wild dogs noticed the footsteps of the approaching person. They stopped gnawing on the corpse, and stared at the direction of the sound with their green eyes.

When the thin figure appeared, the wild dogs immediately dispersed into the weeds.

Hoffa stepped cautiously over the bodies, not saying a word.

In the end, he followed the blue dot on the map to a single-family house surrounded by piles of garbage and overgrown weeds. There was a huge iron chimney at the top of the house.

It was pitch black inside, without any lights. It stood in the middle of the dead wood, and the surrounding trees seemed to have experienced fire, without a single leaf, and the trunk was scorched black.

Lifeless.

But this is where the stolen goods he wants to recover are stored.

He slowly opened the door, and the room was full of tattered furniture, two rows of raised sofas with springs exposed, an old armchair, a rickety table, and old parchment scattered everywhere. A few candles that were burning to their buttocks were stuck on the table.

The ground was dripping with rainwater from the roof, and there were several strange crow masks hanging on the wall.

Randomly picked up a piece of parchment and looked at it, it was full of incomprehensible text, it seemed to be in German.

After putting down the parchment and looking around for a while, Hoffa's gaze was attracted by a wooden box by the fireplace.

There is no other reason. In a shrine on the closet, there is an egg of an unknown creature. The egg is as big as an ostrich egg.

When Hoffa saw this thing, the first thing Hoffa thought of was the Thunderbird egg spit out by Thunderbird Taras two years ago, which was about the same size as it.

But it's not off-white like the eggs of thunderbirds or other creatures.

Its color is extremely weird, there is no fixed color at all, under the fluorescent light, it unexpectedly changes color slowly, as if a rainbow is flowing above it.

Hoffa's brain struggled to find out what the color represented, but found that it was beyond his previous cognitive level.

Not only that, standing next to it, Hoffa seems to be able to feel the emotion of this egg, which is an emotion that represents hunger.

What is this?

Is this the stolen goods Yago Bohan asked him to recover? He frowned, walked slowly to the gorgeous egg, bent down, and wanted to take a closer look.

As soon as he bent down, Hoffa felt something flow from his body to the egg, and then, the colorful colors on the egg quickly flowed and reorganized, and a pair of pale golden eyes appeared on the surface of the egg.

Hoffa looked at it.

It also looked at Hoffa.

It's like looking in a mirror.

In the silence, some things buried deep in his heart were revealed. At this moment, time seemed to stand still.

"Boring."

The egg cracked open and a hand protruded from within. That hand held Rihoffa's shoulder.

"boring."

That hand pulled a head, struggling out of the eggshell, his black hair was sticky, and his mouth opened and closed.

"die."

His upper body was pulled out by the hand, and he looked at Hoffa.

"New life, then live."

After finishing speaking, the hand holding the shoulder was hard.

Pushed heavily by the opponent, Hoffa suddenly felt his whole body swell up, his eyes covered his face, and his body exploded like fireworks, bursting out in white or red or yellow or blue colors.

In a trance.

His spirit traveled through space and came to the battlefield of the World War. Hoffa found himself transformed into an ordinary soldier, charging at the forefront.

He was wearing a blue and black military uniform, and the signal soldier beside him was carrying a huge pager, and there was a buzzing sound from the pager.

The messenger shouted in German loudly: "Quick Bach, hurry up, and kill those Frenchmen in Dunkirk!"

Hoffa was shocked, this target seemed to be like a sound of nature, he rushed out with a gun in his hand. Facing the endless opponents, he charged forward with all his strength.

But as he charged forward, he found that all the opponents charging towards him had the same face as himself.

Taking a closer look, what I shot out of the gun turned out to be one after another, miniature versions of myself.

Countless Hoffa Bach shot out of the gun barrel like Ba La La Xiao Moxian, flying around him.

Then a certain Hofbach shot himself in the head, and he fell dead.

He burst open again, turning into a mass of colorful mottled colors, the colors swim and recombine. Yellow, blue, red

Yellow becomes gravel, blue becomes sky, red becomes horses.

Then, he suddenly found that the scenery around him changed, and Hoffa found himself transformed into a sphinx.

That's right, he turned into a sphinx, sitting in the middle of the desert.

In the distance, another man was riding on a horse. He was short, holding a sword, looking at the Sphinx in the distance, and with a wave of his arm, the artillery fire devoured the Sphinx. Hoffa was killed Fried to pieces.

After the debris and smoke dispersed, he saw that he had become a stalk of wheat, yes, he had become a stalk of golden wheat. Standing in a wheat field.

The golden wheat waves are rolling, and each stalk of wheat has the same face as himself, and in front of him, another farmer version of Hoffa holding a sickle, smilingly cuts off the wheat.

The golden color and brilliant joy of the harvest, mixed with the tragic cry of the wheat's death, formed an almost poetic perfect movement.

Then, the wheat harvester himself turned into a god of death holding a sickle, and in the distorted time and space, another angel holding a triangle iron piece was watching him quietly.

The appearance of the angel is exactly the same as himself.

He tried to touch the angel, like a child trying to touch his mother, but the angel turned away with a cold face.

"You don't deserve to stay with me, filthy, vile, purposeless creature," said the angel.

The angel's words hurt Hoffa deeply. He was in great pain, as if his heart had been cut. In the face of this pain, all the suffering in the world became nothing worth mentioning.

He dug out his heart.

Begin to build a prison around a broken heart.

Trying to freeze my mind.

He repaired layer after layer.

It was repaired layer by layer.

In the end, the heart was carved by him.

It turned into a towering bald man.

The man's eyes are indifferent. Pointing to the sky with one hand and the ground with the other, there are chakra symbols of seven different colors on the chest.

At the moment of his birth, the surrounding scene changed again. This time, he was sitting in the endless temple. In the temple, there was nothing but layers upon layers of golden eyes.

The pupils of those golden eyes are not flesh, but clocks and clocks. The clock goes counterclockwise and time begins to flow backwards.

In the turbulent time, he seems to have experienced thousands of years, witnessing the vicissitudes of life, the growth and decay of all things, and the rise and fall of human civilization. In the end, he degenerated from a human to an ape.

A hunger instinct surged into his brain, and he jumped on the branch, ready to gather leaves to eat. While he was eating the leaves, a leopard jumped out of the jungle, and the leopard opened its mouth to bite him.

Unprepared, he was bitten through the throat by the leopard. The two creatures rolled into a ball and blended into one, inseparable from each other, biting each other, as if they were mating and fighting each other. Like a colorful Tai Chi diagram, swimming in the void.

In the end, he was bitten to death by a leopard, turned into feces and discharged out of the ground, decomposed into molecules, washed by water, flowed into the sea, evaporated to form clouds, and again and again, a nearly infinite cycle.

In the end, he returned to the origin of all things.

Here he saw himself standing on a pale ground. There is no one around, the sky is full of colorful colors, and he is the only one in the whole world. What boils in it is the supreme self, the supreme arrogance, as if fused with the world.

Hoffa murmured looking at the void: "Who am I?"

"Where am I?"

"Am I still alive?"

As if billions of years had passed, and as if only a moment had passed, Hoffa woke up from this strange dream.

He returned to the dilapidated house, and there was still a gray stone fireplace, a shrine, and an easter egg in front of him.

Nothing changes.

But at this moment, Hoffa felt something changed.

He felt that there was something about him that gradually surfaced, and he felt that he knew himself better, but he hadn't waited for him to think about what that quality was. In the darkness, a sharp knife silently wiped Hoffa's head.

The real shadow of death made Hoffa get goosebumps all over his body. He quickly got up and backed away, bumping into the cabinet.

Click! !

The mantelpiece in front of him was cut in half with a single knife.

Immediately, a heavy musket was pressed against Hoffa's head.

Norbert emerged from the darkness, holding a knife in one hand and pointing a huge pistol at Hoffa's head coldly with the other, asking, "Who sent you here?"