264 Chapter 64, the Puzzle of Life and Death

After a long and painful day, Hoffa climbed up from the ground. He picked up the glass ball containing the God of Nightmares, and two black and green mistletoe. He pushed open the door and walked back to the height of the gun tower. go.

When night fell again, he felt like a fish in water, the three-ring scar on his chest was as bright as fire, not only all the wounds healed in an instant, but his spirit became extremely full. Only this time, he didn't dare to take any chances.

For some reason, when he was fighting Tom, Mance didn't come to stop him. He didn't believe that his Transfiguration could trap him for half a day, and this brief calm was more like the calm before the storm to him , making people extremely disturbed.

There was no one in the pitch-black gun tower and cabin. The only sound was the slight crackling of his feet on the ground. At any other time, he'd be glad he was in such an environment, after all night and darkness were wonderful protections for him.

But after all, he had seen the weird scene of four Mances acting together a few hours ago. Now that there is no one here, he is more and more worried, worried that a group of Mances will turn out at the next corner, and then turn the time to daytime.

As if to confirm his thoughts, when he walked to a cabin corridor on the third deck where soldiers used to rest. A little girl's head poked out from the small room. With two braids, it looks very cute.

Hoffa immediately stopped moving, and his figure blurred for a moment. Even if he disappeared in the corridor, he would rather it was Mance who rushed out than encounter anything beyond his expectations.

After a while, in another room. Another little boy's head poked out, and they stared curiously at the place where Hoffa's phantom disappeared.

"I heard a voice, is it you, big brother?" the little boy asked, his timid voice echoed in the empty corridor.

Hoffa, who was fully vigilant, saw the appearance of the two people clearly, and then appeared in shock.

"You are..." He squatted down and took a closer look. This was one of the children Chloe took away from France.

"Why are you here, it's dangerous here."

Hoffa quickly looked around and whispered: "Hurry up and find a place to hide."

The little boy shook his head and came out of the small room. Hoffa guessed that they had been hiding under the soldiers' beds.

"Mr. Officer has gone," said the little boy. "He left an hour ago, and we don't know where he went."

"Mr. Officer?" Hoffa's eyes widened, a little surprised: "You mean Mance Muller?"

"Well, that's his name." The little girl bumped the boy's shoulder unhappily: "Why do you call him Mr., so respectful."

"He is very nice. He gave me sweets every day when we were together." The little boy said honestly.

"Bah, it's good to give you candy. He looks like a bad guy. If you sell you, you'll pay him back!" The little girl tapped the little boy on the head.

The little boy covered his head aggrievedly.

Before he could think about why the little boy called Mance Mr. Hoffa immediately thought of Chloe. Did Mance take Chloe away while he was waiting for dark? Damn, why is my speed so slow!

"Hey, have you seen the nun?" He knelt down and asked the little boy by the shoulder.

The little boy touched Hoffa's arm very sensiblely, and comforted him: "Don't worry, Sister Chloe is fine, she is waiting for you, but she can't move, you need to help her."

Didn't you take the nun away? Hoffa breathed a sigh of relief, and he quickly touched the little boy's head.

"Then gather all of your people, and I'll take you out, and let's get out of here quickly."

"No, sister nun can't see you."

The little girl beside said suddenly.

"Why?"

Hoffa was a little 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 her.

"Do you have anything for us?" The little girl stretched out her hand and looked at him without blinking.

"Is there anything I can give you?" Hoffa looked at the little girl wonderingly.

"I can't tell you." The little girl said, she still stretched out her hand, her expression was a bit more sly than the boy next to her.

"If you have something to say, what's the point?" Hoffa frowned and pinched her cheeks. Her hands were soft, and she pursed her mouth unhappily, looking like an angry little pufferfish.

"Forget it." Hoffa folded his arms and said, "I don't have candy, take me to see Chloe."

The little girl withdrew her palm and shrugged. "Forget it, anyway, if you think it through, you can give it to us at any time, but it won't work if you get out of this ship."

She purposely insisted on thinking clearly.

Looking at the mysterious appearance of these two children, Hoffa was thoughtful. He narrowed his eyes and asked, "Let's not talk about these messes, what about the others, why are you two? I remember that there were more than a dozen children brought back from France."

"Oh, they are here" the little boy subconsciously answered his question, but the little girl suddenly covered his mouth.

I saw the little girl put a finger up next to the little boy's mouth: "Hush! You can't say it, it won't work if you say it."

The honest-looking little boy was a little scared, so he nodded vigorously, with a serious face, "Okay, I won't say anything."

The little girl flicked her hair, and hooked her white little finger to Hoffa, "Let's go, I'll take you to see Sister Chloe."

Then, hand in hand, they ran forward down the empty stairs. Hoffa ran behind the two children, his head turned quickly. He felt as if he knew something vaguely, but he didn't dare to confirm it.

The road he and the female vampire had taken before had been completely destroyed due to the fierce battle. The little girl and the little boy took Hoffa up the gun tower from another staircase. cooked.

Reaching the top floor, Hoffa stood in front of the room where Chloe's blood was drawn again. He still remembered that he had seen the phantom about Grindelwald here.

"We sent you here," said the little girl.

"Where are you going?" Hoffa asked.

"It has nothing to do with you," said the little girl.

Hoffa frowned displeased, "Hey, children should listen to adults and 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 silence."

After finishing speaking, she pushed Hoffa a little, and dragged the little boy down another dark staircase, disappearing into the depths of the dark and complicated battleship.

"Hello!"

Hoffa was lying on the stairs, chasing or not chasing.

Just as he was wondering where the little boy and girl went, a cry for help came from the room at the top of the tower: "Can anyone hear it? Can anyone hear it?"

It was Chloe's voice. Hoffa quickly put aside the matter of the little boy and the little girl, and hurried into the room where Chloe's blood was drawn.

The room is the same as before, except that there is no strange hazy circle of smoke before, everything can be seen clearly, countless ticking instrument dials, strange blood pumping machines, cold and hideous steel seats, and sitting on chairs The pale nun, except for Mance Dao.

The stone in his heart fell to the ground, and he walked up quickly, and pulled out all the tools that restrained Chloe. She collapsed limply, her arms resting weakly on Hoffa's neck, her head resting on Hoffa's shoulder.

"Are you okay?" Her voice was barely audible, but the first thing she cared about was other people.

"I'm fine." Hoffa was very sad. He felt as if he had forgotten something he didn't want to forget. He patted Chloe on the back, "Hold on, I'll take you back."

"Mance is out, we are going to stop him." The nun's breath became a little disordered, "He took my blood, and will completely disrupt all order in this time and space."

"Does it have to be now?" Hoffa pushed Chloe away from his shoulders, and looked at her worriedly. Her face was bloodless, and even her lips were white.

"Only now, we only have one chance, if we wait until daytime" She looked into Hoffa's eyes, her lips were tightly pressed, and she stopped talking.

"Chloe?"

"Chloe"

He called the nun twice, but the nun didn't answer, but just stared at him with big eyes. There was too much inexplicable meaning in those eyes, it seemed to be pleading, it seemed to be hinting, and there was also a deep fear.

Hoffa looked around, but there was no one around. But there is still a piercing chill. He experienced this feeling once when he was surrounded by four Mance at the same time. It was a feeling of being watched without hiding, as if no matter what he did, he could not escape the fate of being scrutinized, and there was no privacy at all.

At this moment, a certain intuition unique to Ravenclaw rose from his mind, as if he had returned to Hogwarts, in front of the common room door of Ravenclaw's dark and tall tower.

There, before entering the common room, the eagle ring will ask him a riddle, and only those who can solve the riddle of the eagle ring can finally enter the Ravenclaw public room. There is also a hidden puzzle here, but the author of the question is unknown.

All life is in my silence

Thinking of those two weird little boys and girls, and seeing the weird appearance of the nun in front of him, Hoffa closed his eyes, what on earth were they talking about.

"Where are the children?" After a few seconds, he opened his eyes and asked pretendingly relaxed.

"They are locked up. When I recover a little and can walk, I will release them," the nun said.

"So that's the case." He nodded, "I understand. In fact, I also thought so, but I was afraid that your body would not be able to hold on."

"I'm healthy." The nun said stubbornly.

"I know."

Hoffa tried to pull her up, but found that her legs hung on his shoulders as soon as they bent, and he couldn't walk upright at all. He had no choice but to support her thighs and carry her on his back.

The nun lay on his back, and he carried the nun out the door. Since the blood was drawn and she was already very thin, her current weight may only be about 80 catties. To Hoffa at night, this is no different from a leaf.

However, he felt that there was a whole Mount Tai on his back, and every step he took was extremely difficult, as if he was walking not on the ground, but on a steel wire. There is life on the steel wire, and there are cliffs on both sides. If you don't pay attention, you will be smashed to pieces, and you will never be restored.

Finally, when he reached the door, he was a little out of breath under the invisible pressure. He turned his head to look at the nun, and the nun also looked at him, with his lips tightly pressed together, without saying a word.

All life is in my silence

He thought of Mance leaving without a sound, the little girl who was let out, and her outstretched hand.

"Wait a minute."

Hoffa said slowly.

Chloe asked with a trembling voice on his back, "What's wrong?"

Hoffa didn't answer. He stared straight at the two downward stairs in front of him. On the left, there was a staircase that the little girl and boy brought him up. The indicator light on this staircase was green and it was still in good condition.

And the other is the stairs that the little boy and the little girl left. The indicator lights on this staircase are all broken, it's dark, and it looks very gloomy.

"Do you want to go out there?" He asked the nun gently.

The nun pointed to the left without hesitation.

Hoffa sighed softly, gritted his teeth and smiled wryly, "It's really difficult."

After speaking, he walked down the gun tower through the passageway with the green light flashing. Before leaving, he threw out the black mistletoe that he got from killing Tom Riddle, and discarded it like a worn-out shoe.