214 Chapter 14, Heavily Surrounded

Thoughts of life, some invisible temptation captivating.

He looked back at Chloe, who was putting on makeup by the mirror, and was a little confused. If she goes out, what if she is kidnapped again by a traitor.

But seeing Chloe's getting uglier and uglier, almost beyond recognition, he felt that there should be no problem, even his own mother would not be able to recognize her appearance.

Anyway, he wanted to try it too.

In the dressing room, he randomly found a suit worn by the bartender. This suit was not his size, so it was a bit baggy after he put it on.

"Chloe."

Hoffa called to her.

"what?"

"I'll go out for a while, and I'll be back in a while."

"Why are you going?"

"Go to the bathroom."

Hoffa said casually.

Putting on his clothes, he went straight to the second floor of the bar. He remembered that Durant ate in a certain room on the second floor.

But after he went up to the second floor, Hoffa found that there were so many rooms here that it was impossible to tell which one was which.

He rushed up the stairs to the right, with unpainted, chipped wood floors, identical doors on either side of the corridor, and cramped office cubicles inside the doors. One of the doors was open, and a European girl in a black sleeveless T-shirt was hugging a tattooed man and kissing in the corner, his palms wandering on her chest.

Sensing the noise, the two parted their lips. The man looked at the uninterested guy threateningly, as if telling him to roll away with his eyes.

"Don't stay up there for too long."

The moment they passed by, Hoffa reminded him.

Then he left the sight of the two and ran towards the end of the corridor. The last two doors were closed and supposed to be locked. He turned around abruptly and kicked towards the innermost metallic blue-painted door with the sole of his shoe.

The door slammed open, the door frame shattered, cheap hardware fell away, it was dark inside, the alley behind the bar was lit, and the light filtered in through the soot-stained plastic windows, and he saw snake-like antlers protruding from the room wall and glass mirror. There was nothing but a pile of discarded food boxes and a bladeless electric fan.

At this time, he heard noises from the next room, and he immediately retreated and turned around the corner of the corridor.

However, he saw a familiar figure looking around from room to room in the corridor.

It was Noble, who was also looking for Durant at this time.

Hoffa's heart pounded, and he realized that his "self" was sitting downstairs. If he saw it, how would he explain it?

Seeing that Noble turned his head to look at him, he held the transparent plastic handle of the door on the right with both hands, pushed his shoulders inward, and entered the room with the sound of breaking.

The door slammed shut.

However, he was still a step late, and his signature hair and body shape still made Norber, who was across the corridor, recognize him immediately.

"Hoffa?"

A tentative voice came from outside the door, "Didn't I tell you to wait for me below?"

The sound came through the door, and Hoffa leaned against the door, thinking to himself that the old guy had sharp eyes.

Noble stood there for a while, but he didn't see any answer from the other party, so he asked again, "Is that you? Why did you change your clothes?"

"it's me."

Through the door, Hoffa replied, heart pounding.

"I wet my clothes downstairs, come up and change."

He didn't care about being seen through, so he talked nonsense.

"You change in there?"

Norbert was suspicious.

"Yes, aren't you looking for Durant, have you found it yet!?"

"No. There are a lot of weird rooms here. Do you want to come out and look for them with me?"

"No, that's your job!"

Hoffa gritted his teeth and said.

"Okay. You really don't want to come out?"

"Can you go there first. I'll find you later."

The people outside were silent for a while, and Hoffa could feel that he hadn't left. This made him quite want to go crazy.

"What are you doing?" Hoffa asked through the wall.

"I'm thinking about something."

"What's the matter, tell me quickly."

"Are you really alone in there?"

"Nonsense, if it's not one person, there are other people."

"All right."

The people outside breathed a sigh of relief, "Then you change, remember to come out early after changing."

After speaking, the footsteps went away.

Norbert left.

Hoffa heaved a sigh of relief. At this moment, he sensed that there were three other people in the room he was in, and there was a bad smell in the air.

sniff

His face changed, and he turned around like lightning.

There are still many wooden cubicles in this room, the floor is damp, and there are many advertisements and recruitment lists on the walls like psoriasis. The only problem is that something is missing.

creak!

A wooden door of a cubicle opened, and a dancer poked her head out to explain the problem to him.

"Sir, this is the women's toilet."

On the sign on the wooden door, there was a simple symbol of wearing a skirt, and Hoffa turned his eyes from that symbol.

"oh."

He nodded calmly, pushed the door out, as if he was a gentleman. Turning the corner, he covered his face and let out a long sigh.

"sky"

Damn it, no wonder Norber talked for so long outside the door, God knows what that guy was thinking.

Arm soreness intensified.

He rolled up his sleeves and took a look.

Hey, the whole forearm almost seemed to have evaporated and became transparent. If blood vessels and bones could not be seen in it, he almost doubted that he had no hands.

He gradually understood that the more things he did at this time, the faster and faster Li would disintegrate.

At this time, a roar came from afar.

That's Durant's wolf howl.

Norbert found his room.

Hoffa stood up silently, wasting too much time, and now it is meaningless to go to Durant again. This attempt was a total failure.

Back in the dressing room again, Chloe has become the ugly girl when they first met. However, at the moment she was hiding under the table in the dressing room and shivering. I saw her looking up, a pair of lavender eyes under smoky makeup, like a frightened mole.

Hoffa squatted down: "What's wrong with you?"

"What's going on outside? I heard gunshots and saw a werewolf."

"It doesn't matter."

Hoffa said softly, "Just a little commotion, let's go."

"I still saw you."

"It was me two days ago, I was working."

"What kind of work do you do, so violent?"

"Those are necessary means, and I personally don't like them."

Hoffa said.

"Is it."

Chloe was suspicious: "Why do I think you're having fun with it?"

Hoffa shook his head and stretched out his hand: "Let's go?"

Chloe got out from under the table, stared outside for a while, and suddenly asked, "Did you kill that werewolf?"

"Um."

Hoffa was noncommittal, and casually agreed: "Let's go."

"You shouldn't have killed him."

The nun sighed, "God said"

"Did you notice that black glove on my hand?"

Hoffa didn't want to entangle too much moral issues with a dead person, so he interrupted the nun neatly.

Chloe: "I see."

"That's what you're going to steal. With it, I can restore your magic power and take me back to the future."

After leaving the bar, he took Chloe to his residence in the seventh arrondissement of Paris. The self I was two days ago is currently receiving the goods, and there are still about two hours before I return.

Sometimes, time passes extremely slowly.

When longing for someone to appear, or longing for something to happen quickly, time always passes extremely slowly.

But time will pass quickly, especially when he becomes some kind of consumable with an end in sight, such as ten minutes after class.

Hoffa is in such a contradiction at the moment.

He longed for the self two days ago to come back early, like a long-distance couple waiting at the station.

At the same time, he is afraid of the rushing time, just like a child when he is about to finish drinking yogurt, he cherishes every bite.

During this period of time, he didn't talk to Chloe anymore, but sat alone on the bench in the park, lighting matches one after another.

There were many matchsticks that had been burned to black charcoal scattered on the ground, and Chloe dangled in front of him anxiously.

Finally, her irritability spread to Hoffa, and he threw away the match, "What are you shaking?"

Chloe stopped in her tracks, looked at his face, and hesitated to speak.

Hoffa: "Say what you want."

Chloe: "The you from two days ago didn't even know me, would you?"

Thinking of Hoffa's madness when he fought the dark wizard before, Chloe made a gesture of wiping his neck.

"Won't."

Hoffa said, "I'll probably find you and resent you, but I'm unlikely to kill you."

"Then I have to say something, just in case you start questioning me." Chloe was still a little worried.

"You just say that the person I rescued will be eaten in the werewolf's room, and then I rescued you. Maybe in this way, I will treat you better."

Chloe fell silent after receiving this answer, but Hoffa always felt that she was hesitant to speak.

So he asked, "What are you thinking about?"

After thinking for a moment, Chloe looked up at Hoffa: "What does it feel like to kill?"

Hoffa was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect that Chloe would ask him this question, and he didn't know how to answer her for a while.

When he left Hogwarts alone, he ran out of money, had nothing, and fell into a quagmire. In the end he set out to cash in with a ruthlessness he had never seen before. He killed two men and a woman that month, and the amount he earned would only have made him laugh a year ago.

"What's the meaning?"

"I'm a Jew, and no matter how confused my religious beliefs become, I will never tolerate an organic killing machine," Chloe said. "

"The voice of God's loyalty?" Hoffa curled his lips, "The Crusades also went to the East. I don't think your thoughts will affect me. "

"Although many believers believe that violence is a means of punishment, I must admit that this is heresy. There is no such record in the Bible or related Christian literature."

Hoffa shrugged. "I'm an atheist," he said. "I've never dealt with the church."

"So you don't care about these things?" Chloe asked.

Hoffa wanted to snort, but the other party's lavender eyes were like transparent glass. He looked at the reflection of his face in the other party's pupils, and was momentarily at a loss for words.

Immediately after the speech blockage was an inexplicable boredom.

He turned his head, unwilling to continue discussing that issue with the other party.

Fortunately, the appearance of a figure on the side of the road broke the invisible contradiction between them. A figure in a black leather jacket staggered out from the side of the road.

Hoffa, who was sitting on the bench, quickly pushed Chloe.

"Let's go, I'm back."

Hoffa felt something two days ago. He first walked to a shopping mall on the side of the road, pretending to look at the products in the glass cabinet, and after confirming the position of the stalker through the glass, he immediately followed the line of sight of the two I looked over, but saw nothing.

For safety reasons, he skirted a tree two days ago and disappeared into thin air.

Seeing the disappearing figure, Chloe said nervously to Hoffa, "Your sixth sense is stronger than women."

"It doesn't matter. Although he can feel it, he can't find me." Hoffa reassured her: "Everything will go according to plan."

"Is there anything I need to pay attention to?"

Chloe asked: "You have experienced this, you should know what to do."

Hoffa immediately thought of the detail that Chloe had to take off his shoes when entering the door, and the Gestapo saw the flaw. He wanted to remind Chloe, but when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them abruptly.

The situation has progressed to this point, and he already has the feeling that he is walking on thin ice. Any one step I take will lead to different results. Perhaps as long as I make a mistake in one step, it will cause unpredictable consequences. Instead of doing this, maybe not saying anything is the best choice.

When they came to the door of the house, the two leaned against the door, their ears pressed against the wall. Time passed by every minute and every second in the oppressive wind and rain.

There was the whistling sound of TV programs in the room, and the other self was almost falling asleep.

Outside the door, the two who were about to steal the gloves looked at each other and nodded. Afterwards, Hoffa pressed the doorknob, and the lock cylinder quietly bounced open with a click under the effect of the transformation technique.

Chloe slipped in through the crack of the door, while he himself walked around to the other side of the room, watching what happened.

Sure enough, about three minutes later, there was a banging sound in the room, and Chloe was discovered by herself two days ago.

Without further ado, he immediately slipped to the window, trying to steal his gloves while Chloe was attracting his attention.

However, as soon as he ran to the window, there was the sound of a car speeding by in the distance.

The headlights were dazzling, and he squinted his eyes to see a row of brand new black Mercedes-Benz cars. The red swastika flag was fluttering on the car's ears.

And in that row of black Mercedes-Benz cars at the back door, there were five or six heavy armored vehicles following them.

He is from Germany.

The Mercedes rounded the corner, its headlights shooting straight at Hoffa's house.

He secretly exclaimed that something was wrong, and immediately jumped out of the window and hid in the grass.

The vehicles all stopped at a place less than fifty meters away from the house.

The lights of the car were turned off, and a large number of wizards in black robes came out of the car silently. After getting out of the car, they waved their wands and cast defensive spells around them. Soon, those wizards disappeared with both people and the car. in the air. But they didn't leave, but scattered and orderly behind the canopy, on the roof, and in the shadows.

Hoffa, who was hiding in the grass and saw this scene, was shocked. At first, I thought that there were only three people looking for Chloe, one Muggle and two wizards, but now it seems that this is not the case at all.

With this posture, I'm afraid that all the German wizards stationed in Paris came out in full force.

Moreover, these guys are such chicken thieves, and they stopped outside their own perception range. They are cautious and sophisticated, and they don't seem to be idle people at all.

Three people walked out of the defensive barrier, striding towards Hoffa's house without any hesitation. They were the guys who came to check on him that night.

There was a knock on the door.

Two days ago, Hoffa locked Chloe under the bed on the second floor, put away all the magic gloves and money, and drank the polyjuice potion at the same time, but he had no idea that he was surrounded by groups .

Looking at himself in the room, Hoffa bit his lower lip. Things have become more complicated. If this matter is not settled, I may not be able to live as I was two days ago.

He didn't dare to waste time, Ghost Walk stepped on the wall and climbed up to the second floor, pulling Chloe out from under the bed.

In the room, Chloe complained in a disgruntled low voice: "You are too unreasonable."

"That's not me," Hoffa said hastily.

He leaned against the window and glanced out, then quickly walked to his cabinet and opened it.

He took out the box where he hid the magic glove, put the glove on his hand, and then unceremoniously stuffed all the money into his pocket.

"How about it?"

Chloe asked happily: "Can we go?"

"You've done well, but we can't go yet."

Hoffa whispered.

"Why don't you go, your body probably won't last long."

Hoffa walked to the door, stuck to the door and listened for a while. Downstairs, the self he was two days ago was dealing with Gestapo Colonel Müller Mans.

After pursing his lips and thinking for a moment, he pulled Chloe up, and Ghost Walk disappeared into the room.

On the street, Chloe kept asking Hoffa: "What are you doing, what are you doing, why don't you go back?"

However, he didn't answer. He hurriedly found a phone booth on the side of the road, got in, looked at the house in the distance, and dialed his number.

Soon, the call was connected.

Hoffa's voice from two days ago sounded on the other end of the phone: "Hello"

"Put Mueller on the phone."

Hoffard in the phone booth spoke bluntly.

When he said this, he could feel the time flare on his body more than doubled in an instant, and the crystal transparency climbed up his neck, and his entire arm holding the phone was almost gone.

Chloe looked at Hoffa worriedly.

The SS colonel answered the phone: "Who are you?"

"Hoffa Bach, Colonel Mance, the person you are looking for is here."

Hoffa said into the phone.

The person on the other end of the phone was silent, and he breathed a little excitedly.

"Oh strange, how do you have this family's number?"

"This has nothing to do with you. If you want to find Chloe LeMay, you must do what I say."

Chloe's face on the side of the phone changed, and she immediately moved her head closer. After hearing the voice of the person inside, she grabbed Hoffa's clothes and asked "Are you an idiot?" Angry eyes stared at him.

Hot breath sprayed on Hoffa's face, Hoffa stepped aside from her, and pressed her heavily against the glass of the phone booth with one hand.

The Gestapo colonel on the other end of the phone chuckled, "Then what conditions do you have?"

Hoffa's heart skipped a beat. He just wanted to get the Gestapo away from himself two days ago. He didn't really want to hand Chloe over to him at all. What conditions could he ask for.

"Ah, not really, is it?" said the Gestapo on the phone.

Hoffa clenched his fists tightly. For some reason, the Gestapo colonel named Muller could always see through his true thoughts immediately, which made him extremely passive.

However, at this moment, the phone was snatched away.

Chloe grabbed the microphone and shouted, "Let those Jews go."

Hoffa was stunned for a moment.

"Well, where are you? I'll pick you up right away." Gestapo asked.

"I'm at the telephone booth at No. 36 University Road, if you want to find me, just come here!"

After finishing speaking, she hung up the phone with a snap, looked at Hoffa with a sneer and said, "Are you satisfied now? That guy will definitely come over."

Hoffa was stunned, "Did you reveal the real location to him?"

"Then why are you calling him!"

Chloe roared, and in the small phone booth, she held Hoffa firmly, "Do you know what kind of devil he is, lies have no effect on him!"

The voice did not fall.

The space was violently distorted, and more than a dozen dark wizards apparated near the telephone booth. Numerous car lights lit up in the distance, and the piercing tire friction sound indicated the danger of approaching rapidly.