Chapter 352 6, Dying Entrustment

After leaving the hotel, the two got into a black taxi and drove all the way to the city center. After nightfall, the streets of London are wrapped in thick smog, which is full of water vapor. The passers-by around carried umbrellas, lowered their heads, and hurried, their black silhouettes were like ghosts.

Hoffa sat in the car and looked out the window. Due to the thick fog, he couldn't see the direction clearly, and he didn't know where the car was heading. He couldn't help asking the girl sitting next to him: "Where are we going?"

The girl didn't answer his question, she just sat on the chair, crossed her arms and crossed her legs, closed her eyes and meditated.

"Don't you go to the biggest hospital in London?"

The driver who was smoking a cigarette in front replied kindly, "It's almost here."

Hospital? Hearing this, Hoffa almost had PTSD, why is it a hospital again, he just escaped from the hospital. He sat up straight, and asked nervously, "What hospital, what kind of mental hospital, maybe a mental hospital."

"Puff."

The girl who folded her arms and closed her eyes to meditate sneered.

The driver said in surprise, "Hey, didn't you go to the wartime hospital? Why did it become a mental hospital again? Do you want to change the road?"

Hoffa breathed a sigh of relief, his tense body relaxed.

"No, no, just go to the wartime hospital." He said.

A few minutes later, the vehicle stopped in front of a large city park. Hoffa and the girl got out of the car, and the park in the mist was full of low, pointed phantoms, and outside these phantoms were pedestrians coming and going and soldiers in military uniforms.

Different from those soldiers who hunted Hoffa, these soldiers are all unlucky guys with missing arms and legs. The better ones have gauze wrapped around their foreheads and arms, and they use crutches, and the worse ones lie directly on stretchers, letting Others hurriedly carried them into the dense tent area.

In the foggy air, there is a strong smell of alcohol and drugs. Soldiers with canes can be seen everywhere drinking and chatting in front of the burning iron bucket. Their faces are tired and confused, as if only alcohol can make them forget the pain in the world and torture.

"It's a wartime hospital."

The girl put her hands in her pockets, looked at the sharp tent area in front of her, and said: "All soldiers in England will receive centralized treatment here. Many soldiers died here, and many soldiers received treatment here, in order to match blood types and organs, this is the most abundant offal concentration camp in London."

The girl spoke in a calm tone, as if discussing the vegetable market.

rich organs.

Hoffa thought deeply, this is really not a good way of saying it.

"What are we doing here?" he asked.

The girl thought for a while and said, "Heartstone. Look, although I don't know what it is, it sounds like a stone growing in the heart. I think there may be many hearts in this place, isn't it?"

"Hey, why do stones grow in the heart? It seems that stones only grow in the kidney." Hoffa said.

"You're right, I haven't heard of it either. But there are wonders in the world, but if you want to find magic, you should believe that there is a stone in your heart. I mean, if it's really common, it shouldn't have anything to do with magic , don’t you think kidney stones have something to do with magic?”

Hoffa was speechless, he always felt that this idea was not very reliable.

But the girl became a little excited, she looked at Hoffa and said.

"Let's go, let's go find the heart stone!"

After finishing speaking, she went straight through the dense camp and quickly disappeared in front of Hoffa.

"It's all here."

Hoffa muttered, and he followed the girl and walked towards the endless tent area.

Unlike the heavily guarded hospital that Hoffa stayed in before, the area used for treatment was very scattered. Perhaps there were too many wounded soldiers, and there were countless family members who came to visit. The whole area was extremely noisy. People come and go, just like the scene of a large gathering.

Hoffa walked sideways through the noisy crowd, carefully avoiding the irritable nurses wearing masks and the scattered wine bottles and medicine bottles on the ground.

The girl who brought him here had no intention of waiting for him at all, and had already run away without a trace. Hoffa chased for a long time but didn't see the girl's figure, so he couldn't help but muttered in his heart. Up to now, he didn't even know the girl's name, so he followed her around, and didn't know if she was really reliable.

As we went deeper, there were more and more medical staff, and Hoffa's out-of-the-ordinary clothes made him look out of place in the crowd. As they passed by, some medical staff stared at him inquiringly, as if wondering what he was doing here.

That look made Hoffa a little worried. He didn't want to experience another hospital escape. He instinctively wanted to stay by the side of someone he was familiar with, but that girl had long since disappeared.

Seeing a nurse stop in front of him, Hoffa quickly bent down and ducked into a tent beside him.

Inside the tent lay a wounded man wrapped in bandages. There were dense brown lines on the bandages, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood. Apparently this was a badly wounded soldier.

Seeing someone coming in, the wounded slowly turned his head to Hoffa, but he couldn't see Hoffa because his face was also covered with bandages, and the bandages covered his eyes, only his mouth and one ear were exposed.

The man's miserable appearance made Hoffa feel heavy, and he couldn't move his feet. Then, the tent curtain behind him was suddenly lifted. A nurse came in with a medical kit and asked, "Hey, what are you doing here?"

"I am here to visit."

Hoffa said bravely.

"Are you his family?" the nurse asked.

Hoffa looked at the man wrapped in gauze on the hospital bed, but said nothing.

But the nurse thought that he had acquiesced to this statement, and she said angrily: "Why did the family members come here now, didn't they receive our notice? If you come one day later, you probably won't be able to see him! It's all due to morphine! "

After finishing speaking, she couldn't help but push Hoffa in front of the man wrapped all over his body, and shouted at the soldier on the bed: "Robo, your relatives are here, can you hear me?"

The man on the hospital bed tilted his head, but his eyes were probably destroyed in the war, and his entire face was wrapped in gauze, only one ear and one mouth were exposed. Can't see people at all.

"What's your name?" the nurse asked.

"Hoffa."

The nurse took out a crumpled list and looked it over.

"You are not listed in the list of relatives!"

The nurse put away the list and pointed at Hoffa's chest vigilantly and said, "I warn you, don't impersonate, or I will send you to the guards!"

"His family asked me to come." Hoffa looked at the soldiers on the hospital bed and whispered nonsense.

"No, no! Only family members can visit!"

The nurse seemed very principled, and was about to push Hoffa out of the door: "Go, go, don't get in the way!"

But the soldier on the bed twitched violently, looking agitated, rattling the iron shelf and the medicine bottle beside the bed.

Seeing him like this, the nurse quickly let go of Hoffa, hurried to the soldier, and pressed him. Tried to calm him down, but the soldier's convulsions became more and more violent, until the wounds on his body burst and ooze blood, making the bandages red.

"Oops!"

The nurse stomped her feet, and while pressing the twitching soldier, she ordered loudly to Hoffa, "Don't be silly, go, help me get the medical kit."

Hoffa looked back, saw the silver suitcase, picked it up hastily, and opened it in front of the nurse.

The nurse took out an injection from it, and deftly pierced it into the soldier's wrist. With the advancement of the needle tube, the transparent liquid entered the soldier's body. His violent trembling gradually subsided,

Hoffa watched the nurse's movements with concern. Although he lost his memory, he could still feel the power of the demon in the injection. Such power is not something mortals can bear.

The soldier stopped trembling. He leaned on the back of the bed, sighed slowly, and said, "Let him stay, he is my younger brother."

"Ah?" The nurse was surprised: "There is no such person on the family list, are you sure he is your younger brother?"

"It's a distant cousin." The soldier said in a soft voice, "My parents are old, and my wife has to take care of my son. You can't let them come to see me, let alone the ghost I am now. .”

Hoffa opened his mouth slightly in surprise.

The nurse no longer made it difficult for Hoffa, she said in Hoffa's ear: "This time the dose is very large, you should be mentally prepared, this may be your brother's last time."

Hoffa nodded solemnly.

With the lowering of the tent curtain, Hoffa immediately felt that the tent became extremely quiet. Although the voices outside still existed, those voices became extremely distant, as if only he and the soldier in front of him were left in the whole world at this moment.

"Sorry, I lied to that nurse, I don't actually have a brother."

The soldier offered to apologize to Hoffa.

Huo Fa was ashamed, he said ashamedly: "It is I who should say sorry, I have not been entrusted by your family."

"That's not important. But, can you do me a favor?" the soldier on the hospital bed asked expectantly.

Hoffa scratched his head: "I will try my best, if your request is reasonable."

"Very good!"

The soldier cheered up, and a smile appeared on his bandage-covered face.

He sat up straight and said to Hoffa: "My hometown is in the small town of Moulton in Yorkshire. There is a small farm on the banks of the Dewater River. I have a wife and a ten-year-old family there. I still remember that when I left home, he was only three years old, but now, seven years have passed, and if he is still safe, he is now ten years old."

Hoffa sat on a chair and listened carefully to what the soldier said.

Soldier: "Excuse me, I can't hold my hand. Can you take out the pocket watch on my chest?"

Hoffa took two steps forward, and carefully lifted off the torn military uniform on the soldier's chest. Sure enough, there was an old but delicate gold pocket watch on his bandaged chest.

"Help me take it off, I don't need it anymore," said the soldier.

Hoffa took off the pocket watch according to his words.

"Open it," said the soldier excitedly.

Hoffa opened the pocket watch, and saw that besides the rotating dial inside, there was also a delicate photo on the cover. The photo is shiny and encased in cloisonné enamel, clearly well cared for.

"What did you see?" the soldier asked.

Hoffa was silent for a moment, and said with difficulty: "A blond woman holding a bucket, and... a little boy standing in front of the windmill."

"It's beautiful, isn't it!"

asked the soldier expectantly.

Hoffa looked at the photo with a tingle in his heart.

"Yes, very beautiful," he murmured.

The soldier said seriously: "This pocket watch was passed on to me by my father, and should also be passed on to my son. Can you send it to Moulton in Yorkshire? I think my wife should give you a fortune." Great reward."

Hoffa couldn't understand why the soldier, who couldn't even see, would trust a total stranger like him and entrust him with such an important task. But he still replied: "Okay! I will definitely send it back for you."

After receiving Hoffa's affirmative answer, the soldier's whole body relaxed, as if all his energy was taken away in an instant, he collapsed on the dilapidated camp bed, exhaled a breath of white air, and said in a gloomy tone: "Thank you, stranger, You are a good person."

"Why did you ask me to do this?"

Holding the pocket watch, Hoffa asked in puzzlement, "You haven't even seen me."

Soldier: "You have a smell like my son I can smell but it's very faint. Very faint. You have to take care of it."

His tone became more and more subtle, and Hoffa had to put his ear to his mouth to hear it clearly. Even so, the voice eventually died out like a candle in the wind, gradually extinguishing until it disappeared.