Chapter 388 Chapter 42

An hour later, Hoffa drove a van sullenly and left the neon lights of Chinatown. Miller sat in his co-pilot, with his feet up on the center console, a toothpick in his mouth, and looked sullenly at the skyscrapers outside the car. Not saying a word.

Hoffa didn't know why Miller was so angry, and he was, too. If it is a few years back, I am afraid that he will fight Miller when he pours wine, but after experiencing Grindelwald and six thousand cycles, Hoffa no longer wants to have any more problems with his few partners Contradictory.

Looking at Miller's gloomy face that was about to drip through the rearview mirror, Hoffa's truck stopped on the side of the road. He got out of the car and bought a map from the newsstand beside him, and threw it to Miller after getting in the car. .

"Show me the map." He said, "Find the location of the Elder's Hospital."

Miller looked at the map on his lower abdomen, indifferent.

"You make it difficult for me." Hoffa said quietly, he drove aimlessly around New York City, "If you drag on, your sister will spend her whole life with the half-human king. "

Miller remained unmoved.

Hoffa smiled: "A lifetime seems to be quite long. How long can the task last? Sooner or later, I will find the Elder's Hospital. Can you never talk to me for the rest of your life?"

Miller spat out the toothpick in his mouth, and Hoffa turned his face slightly to hide.

"Where sister is is none of your business," he said.

Having said that, Miller picked up the map on his waist, opened it and looked around.

"left."

Hoffa to the left.

"No, it's to the right."

Hoffa sighed to the right.

"Sorry, I was dazzled just now, we'd better turn around and go back."

Miller said boldly.

Hoffa couldn't take it anymore, and went to get the map while holding the steering wheel with one hand.

Miller took the map away, even stuck it out the window, and threw it away.

"Aren't you going to find the Presbyterian Hospital sooner or later, you look for it."

Miller laughed.

"Enough is enough, Miller!" Hoffa slammed on the brakes and grabbed Miller's collar and said: "This is not the attitude of doing things!"

Miller stared at Hoffa for a while, then said slowly: "Turn left and then right at the ninth intersection three kilometers ahead of the Empire State Building, turn right at the ninth intersection and walk along the Hudson River and you will be there."

"You didn't look at the map."

Hoffa was surprised.

"Please, I've been to that kind of place a long time ago. After my father died, Adbe put me there for a month." Miller said blankly.

Hoffa slowly let go of his hand, "You said it earlier." He muttered.

Miller straightened his collar and said: "Think about who is the person who got the connector. So many organs of unknown origin should be sent to that kind of top-level hospital. If you don’t want to go in, you can’t come out.”

There was nothing wrong with Miller's guidance, and soon, Hoffa came to the entrance of a huge hospital standing on the coast. There were many security personnel at the entrance of the hospital. They stopped Hoffa's van and began to ask them for their documents. Hoffa had no documents at all, but that didn't bother Miller. He hooked his fingers, and a few concealed Imperius Curses hit the security guard's chest. Soon, they entered the hospital.

Not long after driving in the hospital, the vehicle was stopped again. This time, it was a bespectacled man in a black windbreaker who stopped Hoffa. He knocked on Miller's car window, and Miller rolled the window down.

"Saba? Why are you here in person? Where's your master?" The man asked dissatisfiedly outside the car: "I haven't come for so long, and I didn't answer the phone."

(Saba is the name of the woman possessed by Miller)

"My master is here."

It was probably the first time for Miller to come into contact with this kind of appellation, and he didn't know how to answer it.

Hoffa whispered something close to him.

Miller said casually, "Master is practicing in seclusion."

"What retreat?" The man was very angry: "Do you still want to do this job? If you don't do it, people will do it! I came an hour late today, and the higher-ups are already very unhappy. Get out of the car and move my things over here." .”

Hoffa opened the door and jumped out of the van to start unloading from the cold storage room behind the van. He took down the organs packed in the ice box one by one, and several nurses came over with a small trolley and put his boxes into the trolley.

On the other side, a man in a windbreaker handed a black suitcase to Miller and sternly said: "Don't be late next time, or I won't be so generous."

After the docking, he waved his hand to signal Miller to leave quickly.

Hoffa and Miller returned to the pickup truck, where Miller bit his finger and muttered. A streak of gray air drifted out of the truck without a sound, and climbed onto the backs of several nurses. The nurses trembled, and the whites of their eyes gradually turned gray. After a pause, they pushed the cart and continued to walk forward.

The vehicle drove to the shade of the trees outside the hospital and stopped slowly.

"Done?" he asked Miller.

I saw Miller leaning on the chair, his eyes completely turned gray. He nodded and said, "It's done, those nurses have been cast under the vision spell, and I can see everything they see."

Hoffa is very satisfied. Under completely unknown circumstances, it is naturally the best choice to spy on information silently.

"Where did they go?"

"The elevator. It should be the top floor, or it may be the floors below the top floor. They are still on the way." As he spoke, Miller sat up suddenly, and the gray fog in his eyes completely disappeared.

"Damn it!" he said.

Hoffa immediately tensed up and asked, "What happened?"

"Someone forcibly lifted my spell," Miller said.

"Forcibly lifted the spell?" Hoffa was taken aback, he had never heard of this statement.

"The mental force field is completely different from that of European wizards. It's like a boiling oil pan with extreme desire." Miller shook his head, as if savoring something.

"What does that mean, Miller?" Hoffa didn't know much about spells, and he didn't understand Miller's words very well.

"If a wizard's spiritual force field is extremely strong, other people's spells will be ineffective there, because that area is already his territory. This is an extreme situation in spells, and I have only seen it in books. I didn’t expect it to exist here.”

"That means there are very powerful wizards in this building?" Hoffa asked.

"There may be more than one, I don't know, the time is too short. After all, if it is a person, there is no existence in this world that can lift my spell in an instant."

Hoffa didn't say a word, it seems that this investigation task is more difficult than he imagined.

"Hoffa, do you still want to go? It may be dangerous." Miller said.

"Of course, this involves the source of the half-human king's funds, and I have to go." Hoffa said.

"Then my suggestion is not to go in the normal way. The moment just now may have aroused our vigilance. If we use a spell, I'm afraid we will be discovered soon."

As if to confirm what Miller said, just as they were talking, a group of men wearing black trench coats and black top hats suddenly came out of the hospital in front of them. Cars were searched one by one. The search process was unceremonious, and the person was almost dragged out by opening the door and pressed against the carriage.

Seeing this, Hoffa immediately picked up the suitcase and pulled Miller out of the pickup truck. Hold him in your arms.

Afterwards, he took Miller on a ghost walk and disappeared into the material world. In a world of gray and white, Hoffa spread his wings and stomped heavily on the ground. With tremendous power, he rose from the ground like lightning. , he took Miller to stand on the roof of the tallest building in the hospital and left the shadow world.

"How about it, there is no spell, and there should be no magic power fluctuations."

"Brave."

Miller lowered his head in Hoffa's arms and muttered, "It's a crude solution. It doesn't have the elegance of a wizard at all."

"As long as it works."

Hoffa shrugged and released Miller.

There is no one on the roof of the hospital, only one exhaust fan. Hoffa took Miller to search around the roof, and soon they found a construction secret door for repairing the exhaust fan.

Since the opening spell could not be used, Hoffa converted the magic power into life, and held the secret door with his hand and lifted it lightly. There was a pleasant jingle, and the door lock was snapped by Huofa. Then, he took the lead in jumping off the roof.

There was no light in the repair passage, but there were dim fire lights. He groped along the wall, and soon found a large wooden door that was locked. There were many chains wrapped around the wooden door.

Miller slowly climbed down from the top, walked to Hoffa, stared at the lock, and said in confusion, "It's really strange."

"How strange?"

"There is a very strong spiritual force field here, but there is no trace of protective spells." Miller touched his chin and said, "It shouldn't be."

Hoffa didn't talk nonsense, and started directly, only to hear another crisp sound, and the chain was broken by him. Miller shook his head aside, as if he didn't approve of Hoffa's violent way.

The moment he opened the door, Hoffa saw the extremely clean tiles under his feet. They were put together and meandered forward like a flat milk river. There were many partitions of glass curtain walls around the tiles. Behind the glass curtain wall, there are various flowers, plants, trees, even birds and butterflies. An artificial waterfall flows down from a high place, creating a small rainbow under the light. Birds singing in the hall, mixed with soft piano and water sounds, so pleasant.

Such a strange beauty made Hoffa slightly distracted. He had never seen such a decorated hospital, and it was nothing more than the top exhibition hall.

The scene didn't last for a few seconds. Suddenly, a completely different scene flashed in front of Hoffa's eyes. It was still this place and this floor.

The tidy tiles and bright flowers and birds are gone, replaced by dense brown stains, plastic films everywhere, winding blood-colored passages, rotten and smelly organs, constantly gushing out of the pipes, red substances flowing along The drain goes to nowhere. The imperceptible but wild laughter echoed in the corridor, one after another, confused and crazy.

The alternate appearance of the two pictures made Hoffa bend down and cover his head tightly. In a trance, he returned to those days when he lost his memory. Those flickering images alternated in his mind, just like nightmares and reality alternated constantly, which made him tremble.

“Scary place”

Miller murmured beside him.

"What did you see?" Hoffa asked tremblingly, bending over.

"The extremely strong mental force field has distorted reality." Miller said softly.

Hoffa closed his eyes and took a deep breath, the headache gradually stopped, the dark red and bloody picture gradually disappeared, and the white and flawless tiles reappeared, as if the glimpse was just an illusion. But like the flowers on the cemetery, when you see the flowers, you think of the bones under the cemetery.

"Let's go," Hoffa said, "see what's in this place."