Chapter 235:35

The narrow corridor didn't last long, and an upward staircase appeared in front of it, and the top of the staircase was an iron cover that could be opened and closed. The three of them pushed open the iron cover and stood out from the tunnel, with a flash of fire behind them. The iron cover slammed shut.

The three of them couldn't speak a word, choked by the billowing smoke, and cinders and ashes were scattered on the ground. They were huddled together in a fireplace. The three of them climbed out of the fireplace and threw themselves on the smooth floor, coughing violently.

Before he could rest for a while, Hoffa went back to the fireplace and pulled the iron cover on the bottom of the fireplace. He was afraid that Anker would come out of the nightmare. But after pulling it for a while, I found that the iron cover was actually welded shut and couldn't be opened at all.

Nightmare Anker didn't catch up, and after the iron cover was closed, his crazy voice disappeared. He heaved a sigh of relief, and collapsed limply on the ground, his head spinning with exhaustion, and he didn't want to think about the reason anymore.

Absurd nightmare world, any rules are distorted.

The silence lasted for less than a minute, and suppressed laughter came from around him.

"Ha ha ha ha."

Looking back, Aldo was lying on the ground, coughing and tears were about to flow down, but he looked at the top of his head and couldn't stop laughing.

When Hoffa touched the top of his head, his face became extremely ugly. In the nightmare, Anker actually burned half of his hair and protruded. Without thinking about it, he must look very funny.

"Hahaha"

He is still laughing.

Hoffa forced himself to get up, kicked Aldo in the chest, and knocked him to the ground, "Are you laughing at your father!?"

Aldo stopped laughing, lying on the ground like mud, and began to choke again: "Without Anker, what's the point of going out?"

"You love him so much, go down and bury him with him." Hoffa said disgustedly, he was in a terrible mood.

"Love him? No one hates him more than me. He is arrogant, arrogant, and cruel, but he is a descendant of the high-level association. If something happens, I must be blamed." Aldo said painfully, tearing his hair .

Seeing his mangy posture, Hoffa sighed and didn't want to say anything more.

Survival during World War II was not easy for anyone.

Look at Chloe again, she is sitting on the ground, she neither laughs nor cries. Instead, he stared blankly at the ceiling.

He followed Chloe's eyes and saw the colorful Virgin Mary painted on the ceiling, the Jesus cross hanging on the wall, and empty white beds and iron frames on the floor, like a hospital. Infusion Hall.

His heart skipped a beat, where the hell is this?

Footsteps came from behind.

Chloe lowered her head and looked behind Hoffa.

A strange man said in surprise, "Chloe, why did you make it so dirty that it fell into the fireplace?"

Hearing the sound, Hoffa turned his head and saw that the person who came was a middle-aged man wearing a priest's clothes. He had a neat black beard, was of medium height, and looked quite elegant with his arms wrapped in the sleeves.

Hoffa looked at Chloe: "Is this your dream?"

Chloe bit her lower lip tightly, clenched her fists and said nothing.

The old priest walked up to the three of them, "Who are you?" He looked at Hoffa's head whose hair had been burned by the flames, and the corners of his mouth twitched constantly.

Hoffa and Aldo have not yet had time to answer.

There was another sound of footsteps in the distance, this time the sound of footsteps was small and dense, obviously there was more than one person.

The door was pushed open, and a group of nuns came over. The group of nuns, dressed in scrupulous black and white and hooded, all looked about Chloe's age, except for the one in the lead.

It was a middle-aged nun with a neat bun. She was plainly dressed, tall, with a pair of green phoenix eyes, and she looked very attractive. However, the restlessness and uneasiness on her face made Hoffa think of the little widow Mary he had met.

"What happened, Flamel, how did you get into this state, who did you fight with?"

She looked at Hoffa and Aldo standing next to Flamel very unhappy, and asked the teacher, "Hey, did you make her like this?"

Chloe shook her head.

The young nuns behind her also noticed Hoffa's half-bald head, and they covered their mouths and sniggered, which made him very unhappy. It's fine to be ridiculed by Aldo, but now I have to be ridiculed by Chloe's subconscious mind, obviously I became what I am now for them.

"Is it your friend?" The middle-aged priest raised his hand to stop the snickering of the nuns. He seemed to be easier to talk to than the middle-aged nuns.

Chloe nodded.

The priest breathed a sigh of relief, and said to the leading middle-aged nun, "Sanissa, don't get excited, these two don't look like bad people."

"I don't think he is a good person." The middle-aged nun's attitude did not ease, she said righteously: "Anyway, the monastery is about to have a curfew, if you have anything to consult or want to pray and repent, come back tomorrow. "

She pulled Chloe up from the ground involuntarily, "You are the one who has the most work, so hurry up and wash off this layer of soot, you don't want to pray in such a dirty place."

"No, no," she said hoarsely.

"Then go quickly." She squeezed the silk scarf and frowned and pushed Chloe's back.

Chloe pointed at Hoffa: "Sanissa, he is my friend, can he stay here?"

"Oh, dear, what are you talking about. This is a nun's convent, how can you take in men at night. Besides, these two people don't need treatment. There is no reason to stay here."

Hoffa couldn't help asking, "Where do you want us to go?"

"Go back wherever you came from. Wait, what's the matter with your head?" The middle-aged nun frowned, as if she had just seen the half-bald head.

"The barber has a grudge against me," Hoffa said.

The corners of the middle-aged nun's mouth twitched, and her eyes narrowed into sharp arcs. She said in an indisputable tone, "Don't be silly, go back, don't worry your family members so late."

After speaking, she pulled Chloe into the depths of the monastery.

"Wait" Hoffa asked Chloe not to leave.

In return, the middle-aged woman looked back dissatisfied.

"What else do you want to do?"

Hoffa slowly retracted his hand hanging in the air, "Can you let me talk to her alone?"

The middle-aged nun gave him a stern look and coughed, "You can say whatever you want, why say it alone, under the light of the Lord, everything is transparent."

She held Chloe's shoulders and didn't let her move an inch.

Hoffa: "."

Everyone looked over, the middle-aged priest, Aldo, and the group of young choir nuns. They seemed curious about what he would say.

Not letting go of whispers is really strict subconsciousness. He sighed, looking at Chloe's pale face and helpless eyes, he understood that her spirit was exhausted from the torment of this nightmare.

"What to do." Her lips squirmed a few words.

"If it is not necessary, don't have an entity."

Under the subconscious gaze, he urged in coded words.

Night in Paris is as dark as ever.

Pedestrians on the road came and went, but most of those who saw his weird hair style hurried past with their mouths covered and grinning.

Hoffa stood at the gate of the Taikal Abbey, looking at the towering Eiffel Tower in the distance. I thought to myself that I was really a dog, and I couldn't get out of this place by myself. After Chloe was taken away by the monastery, he and Aldo were also thrown out by the monastery.

Aldo on the side suddenly coughed violently. He covered his mouth, and while coughing, traces of transparent liquid flowed out from between his fingers.

After coughing, he said hoarsely, "Why did you promise that woman just now to leave Miss Flamel inside alone? What if she encounters any danger?"

Hoffa asked in surprise, "Are you worried about her?"

"After all, she saved me, in my dream."

"Unexpectedly, the **** wizard will have a conscience to find out one day."

"Perhaps Mr. Bach does not bother to know the honor of the German nation."

"I hope they all feel as guilty as you. Dreams are related to emotions, and I don't want to do anything to provoke Flamel. That nun won't let me in, but it doesn't mean I can't go in secretly."

"When are you going to. cough cough"

He coughed violently again, spitting water while coughing.

Hoffa pointed to his nose: "Is everything all right?"

"It's okay." He wiped his wet nose: "Maybe it's just a cold."

"Aldo, there is no future for following Grindelwald." Hoffa said suddenly, he looked at the lights in the distance: "Believe me, he doesn't care about the shit wizard association at all, let alone your life and death , the purpose of his life is to spread nihility and pain in the world."

Aldo looked at him in astonishment, "Why are you talking about this?"

"Compared to Anker, you still have a bit of conscience. Go to England with me, and stay in Germany. Your conscience will probably be wiped out by massacres and wars sooner or later."

"Is there no massacre in Britain? It's like you are very clean. When you killed Dominic, I didn't see you being a little soft."

"You can't tell the good from the bad yourself?"

"Sorry, I don't have a choice."

"You have a choice."

"Is there a choice? Huh, we are trapped in a nightmare, life and death are at stake, cough cough cough" He coughed again, and after coughing, he said: "If you can't get out, you will come to instigate me, Mr. Bach is worthy of Grinder Lord Wo's master apprentice, he will really plan ahead."

"What if I find a clue and take you out of the dream?"

Aldo stared at him with wide eyes.

Hoffa pressed his shoulder: "Aldo, I need you to do me a favor?"

Aldo shook off his hand, "What are you going to do first?"

"I'm going to investigate some things, and I may have to be separated from you for a while. During my absence, I hope you can help me protect Chloe Flamel. This shouldn't be difficult for you."

"You believe me?"

"This matter is about our life and death." Hoffa said solemnly: "I have some guesses. Regarding this nightmare, if you can help me protect Lemay, I have a 70% chance of taking you out of this weird The place."

Aldo looked into Hoffa's eyes for ten seconds, and finally, he nodded.

"Only this time, it's for Miss Flamel's sake."

Hoffa looked serious: "Although I don't know what will happen, this nightmare will do everything possible to stir up human emotions. This is her dream. Before I come back, you must ensure her mental stability. Can you do it? Aldo?"

"I try my best."

he said.