Chapter 365 19, Certainty and Uncertainty

As a funny statue was rotated open, Hoffa was dragged out of the secret passage by Miranda, and he staggered and fell to his knees. The ancient floor tiles were so familiar, so familiar that he dared not look directly at them.

He was pulled by his hair from behind, forced to raise his head, and what appeared in front of him was the empty castle hall. Countless stairs stopped quietly in mid-air, and countless oil paintings hanging on the walls stared at him motionlessly.

The moonlight casts down from the countless Gothic arched windows of the castle, and shines on the four huge banners hanging from the heights. On the banners, four different creatures are vividly drawn. On the noble and cold green flags, there is a hovering A giant snake, a strong and mighty lion on the bright red and ancient red banner, and a badger staring at him deeply on the steady earth-colored banner. And on the far right, the white eagle spread its wings high on the blue flag, defiant to no one.

All of these are so empty and quiet, as if they have always maintained this appearance from the eternal past to the unpredictable future. However, all this fell into Hoffa's eyes, but it triggered violent fluctuations in his spirit like a tsunami.

The excruciating pain that had been going on was at its peak.

Hoffa's brain buzzed loudly.

He immediately covered his head and screamed.

"ah!!"

"ah!!"

"ah!!"

The screams echoed in the deserted castle, making the oil painting look sideways.

Miranda let go of Hoffa's head, squatted down, and whispered in his ear, "Isn't this the place you've always wanted to come to?

I heard people in the hospital say that you have to go in if you hit your head at King's Cross Station with a bloody head. Now I brought you where you want to be, why are you like this? "

Hoffa looked at Miranda like a ghost, his face was pale, his legs kicked wildly, and he backed up again and again.

However, Miranda kept following him not too far away, asking him, "Tell me, Hofbach, what is this place?"

"ah!!"

"ah!!"

"ah!!"

Hoffa just screamed, generally insane.

Miranda approached step by step, and asked in the most stern tone: "Tell me, who am I? Who am I to you?"

This sentence directly made Hoffa's mouth and nose squirt blood, and he roared hoarsely: "Get out of here!!"

He pushed Miranda away, pointed at her and yelled, "I said I don't remember, I don't remember! Why do you keep asking!"

"You don't remember, or you don't want to remember." Miranda asked.

Hoffa's pupils shrank to the size of a pinprick, and he ran away in a panic in the empty castle, covering his head without looking back. There is no one in the castle, only marble statues and iron armor everywhere.

In a panic, he threw down a piece of steel armor, and the scattered iron limbs stimulated his spirit even more. He got up on hands and feet, and ran along the corridor in a panic, trying to avoid that terrible woman.

"Hoffa!"

Miranda shouted his name behind his back.

"Hoffa! You can choose to forget everything! But I can't!! That world is mine, no matter what! No matter! No matter what, you have to go back to me!!"

Hoffa didn't dare to answer at all, he just kept running wildly.

But even though he left Miranda, the familiar landscape around him stimulated him all the time.

Some messy fragments flashed through his mind, that was the teenager wandering around the castle with a knife on Christmas Eve, that was the ghost that was constantly flying in the air, that was the dangling non-stop stairs, that was holding books and The young man talking and laughing is the stern mentor under the black robe.

He rushed to the empty and desolate courtyard. The trees in the courtyard were dead, the fountain had already dried up, and even the huge willow tree in the distance remained motionless.

However, in Hoffa's mind, another picture overlapped with it. It was a snowy winter, and the snow in the courtyard condensed into a giant dragon. Below the dragon, a silver-haired girl with a magic wand avoided the snowball. Bouncing towards him.

Hoffa finally couldn't stand it anymore, he knelt down directly.

"What have I done.?"

He looked at his palm and murmured tremblingly, "What did I do?"

Miranda walked out from behind unhurriedly, came to the kneeling Hoffa, touched his shoulder, and asked gently: "Now, can you answer my question?"

Hoffa was stunned, and the only answer to Miranda was the sound of blood dripping from his chin onto the floor tiles.

Waited for a long time and did not get an answer.

A trace of despair appeared on Miranda's face. She pointed to the courtyard and murmured: "Look, Hoffa, how desolate this place has become. Maybe you have woken up from your dream, but to me, where is reality? What? If even I can’t make you recall, then let someone else come.”

After that, she held up Hoffa's bloody and dull face, and kissed him lightly on the forehead.

The scorching liquid dripped on Hoffa's face, and he stared blankly at the girl in front of him.

"This is for you."

"I'm sorry," she whispered.

Miranda let go of Hoffa's face and left alone down the corridor. Hoffa knelt on the ground, looking at her back, his mind went blank. But not long after, she reappeared. Unlike when she left, she was pushing a wheelchair in her hand.

Sitting in a wheelchair was a skinny woman with no hair. She was wrapped in a blanket and looked like someone who was about to die. The only difference is her eyes, those eyes are full of desire and ambition, the desire is so strong that anyone who looks at it will be burned, she is smiling, and smiling so proudly.

Seeing the person coming, Hoffa, whose mind was already blank, got up from the ground, staggered and leaned against a Roman column. He didn't want to be seen by this person in such a miserable state. This was a pure instinct.

The wheelchair stopped ten meters away from him. Miranda let go of the wheelchair and stood on the left side of the wheelchair, her face expressionless and her lips pale.

"Brother, new era, new look."

The woman in the wheelchair sighed, "Your hair is black, your eyes are dark, and your body is green."

Hoffa didn't speak, he didn't know the woman in front of him, at least at the moment, he only felt fear and fear.

The woman in the wheelchair smiled and said, "I'm not wrong, Goshak. He can wake up from the dream, which means that he has already cleared his memory, and you alone cannot restore him."

"I don't care what method you use, please let him recover his memory."

Miranda said blankly, "Let him go back."

"Of course, Miss Goshack, of course, your wish will certainly come true."

The woman in the wheelchair said, "No matter how you look at it, losing your memory is a very, very scary thing. What do you say, the God of Nightmare? Can you believe that he will use this method to escape from the bondage .”

The glass ball rolled down from her knees, and as it rolled, the crystal ball grew bigger and bigger, and it turned into a transparent embryo, which grew bigger and bigger as it rolled. In the end, it turned into a transparent giant with a height of nearly five meters, and the giant knelt down in front of Hoffa.

Then, it opened its mouth violently, and the eight spinning tongues squirmed together, turning into a human face, and that human face looked at Hoffa. And everything that happened at this moment was beyond Hoffa's comprehension, and he could only stare at it in a daze.

"It's unbelievable, Hoffa. I originally thought that being able to leave the kingdom of death would be enough to shock the world, but I didn't expect that even I couldn't lock you up." The face said softly.

"Who are you."

"Who am I? It's so sad. You can't remember it anymore? Fortunately, I still have a backup, so let me help you recall it. From the first day you met me. From, the time in ancient times The seal begins!"

Suddenly, the transparent giant reached out, grabbed Hoffa's body, and hugged him. He opened his mouth to Hoffa's face, and that face turned back into eight tentacles, and the tentacles completely wrapped Hoffa's head.

In an instant, the world spun, and Hoffa was suddenly dragged into an invisible world of illusion.

In the long river of ancient time, an unknown time node.

A group of indescribable monsters knelt in front of a dying old man lying on a stone and asked, "Why, my lord."

The old man lying on the stone said: "The arrow of time can only go forward according to the clock, otherwise everything will return to chaos."

The monster said: "But my lord, you know that where there is positive there is negative, where there is yin there is yang, even the dead can be resurrected, nothing is absolute, if it is absolute, then it is not the world."

The old man sighed: "The world is not the world, but the world. Of course I know, so... I have to wrong you."

Having said that, he threw a branch and it fell on the monster's head.

The scene changed, and Hoffa saw a ten-year-old boy walking into a store in high spirits.

"The wand chooses the master," said the shop owner.

"Do you know? Those who come to the store are either born evil, or born good, or proud, or conceited, or humble. They all look the same from the age of ten to their death. Therefore, they can only choose a certain A definite answer. However, I like the unpredictable soul, which has no fixed shape. It is the appearance of chaos, and it is also the appearance of dreams. You are very suitable for my taste, Hoffa." It said softly: "Natural A master of transformation, a man who constantly pursues change."

The screen turned again.

Some powerful hand withdrew the wand and stuffed it into the mouth.

"What about me?" Another person asked: "Exalted God, can you be used by me?"

"You are more certain than anyone I have ever met. I don't like such a certain soul. Sorry, I like uncertain things. That weapon of death is more suitable for you. It is more stable than anything."

"And what can you do? A second-rate wizard is chosen by the wand. But I am a first-rate wizard, and I choose the wand." He said, "You must help me."

"Well, then you can find a way to help me unlock the seal."

"Where will you go after breaking the seal?"

"Who knows, you know, I don't like definitive answers."

The screen turned again.

In the ocean of dreams, the boy put his palm on the head of the god, and that was the first time he touched the core of the wand.

"Sure enough, this soul is more attractive to me." It admired, "So uncertain, so dreamy."

So the screen turns again.

"He has been exiled by you, and no one can escape the cage of time. What are you going to do next?"

"Will you help him or me?"

"Who knows, you know, I don't like definitive answers."

"Huh, it's really annoying. The uncertainty of this world often bothers me, unlike you. I don't like so much uncertainty. Now that the biggest uncertainty factor has left, I must pursue a certain answer .”

"Answer?"

"That's right, it's either one or zero. That's a characteristic of vertices."

"Can't they exist at the same time?"

"Can't."

"You remind me of that old fellow, the one who put me in the branch."

"Don't you like it?"

"Who knows, I don't like definitive answers."

The screen flowed again.

This time, Hoffa saw himself, he saw the silver-haired girl, and he heard himself whispering in her ear. He was so focused at the time, but he ignored the dissatisfied eyes in the glass ball.

"I don't like certainty."

The God of Nightmare said softly: "You make me very uncomfortable. If you are sure, what fun are we having? Go, travel to my kingdom of God, let me see, you are so sure. There is no doubt that something can stand the test of the world."

So, on the train, exhausted, he fell into a deep sleep. In the dream, Hoffa once again saw the endless white light, which was Sylby, and he wanted to change the world into a place where everyone has magic. In the dream, he had already succeeded. However, this is not all of the dream.

He also saw himself soaking in the sea, with Miranda kissing him deeply. He saw himself holding Miranda's hand, walking into the marriage hall with a smile, he heard other people's words of blessing, he saw himself and Miranda married and gave birth to three children.

this moment

dream reality intertwined

Confused, unknown, uncertain.

Hoffa screamed and struggled frantically.

"Hahahahahaha~"

The Nightmare God laughed.

"marvelous."