395 Chapter 49, Devil Details and Powerful Guards

"Don't you like blowing up buildings? Let's blow up the building next to it." Hoffa said calmly.

Miller was taken aback by Hoffa's words.

"Huh?" He looked at Hoffa inexplicably.

"Boom," Hoffa said.

"Are you serious?"

Miller frowned at him.

"Yeah," Hoffa said.

"You have to give me a reason. You can't blow me up if you tell me to. I'm not a mad wizard." Miller said.

"Do you need a reason?"

Hoffa sighed as he looked out at the guitar-playing musician upstairs.

"Italy is a defeated country, do you know?"

"I know," Miller said.

"The lira is about to be abolished. If I remember correctly, the current lira is worthless. The Muggle sovereign government here is gone. Do you expect its money to still be worth something?"

Miller opened his mouth slightly.

Hoffa pointed to the rows of numbers on the newspaper, and said calmly: "A catty of apples is five hundred lire, a bag of flour is one thousand lire, and a piece of pizza is only one hundred lire. How can this store be doing charity? ? Selling cakes regardless of the cost. It’s fine to do charity, but the salary of a waiter is 800,000 lire, which is nearly 5,000 U.S. dollars. Not many waiters in New York can afford such a salary. How to say , Is Italy a victorious country, dare to send money like this.”

Miller opened his mouth wider and wider. He had never thought about these questions. He thought Hoffa was just asking casually. But after listening to his narration, Miller couldn't help shivering.

"Then why is that?"

Hoffa looked out the window and could see the Mediterranean Sea in the distance, which was the last stop he experienced in his nightmare. At this moment, it looked as beautiful and blue as in the dream. The same place made him fear at this moment.

"These numbers are all fake and random. Each of them remembers the best part of themselves, but if everyone's memory is good, how can the world work? Someone has to suffer."

Hoffa said softly: "Look how happy these people on the street are smiling, as if they are carefree and have no troubles. Where can such beauty be found besides the eternal dream?"

Miller froze.

"We've been in this place since we came here. It's an illusion much bigger than New York, an illusion of a whole city."

Miller didn't refuse anymore, he slowly raised his finger, the violent magic power in the sky began to fluctuate, the clouds were torn apart by the violent energy, and amidst the exclamation of the people on the street, burning meteorites appeared from the field of vision one after another, It roared and hit the ground.

The scorching high temperature burned the sky red, pedestrians ran in all directions, drivers honked their horns frantically, the artist lost his piano, and lovers hugged their heads and screamed. With a loud bang, the meteorite hit the buildings around Hoffa. He sat on the chair expressionlessly, motionless, letting the glass slag splash everywhere, and letting a sea of ​​fire engulf him.

The burning flames slowly disappeared.

Pedestrians walked happily on the old-fashioned streets, lovers embraced on the balcony, listened to the music, artists played the piano intoxicated, the glass was as clean as new, and Fiat cars beeped happily on the street.

Miller and he were still sitting on the chair, holding up their fingers, as if the terrible scene of the meteorite falling just now was just an illusion.

Except that there was suddenly one more person behind Miller.

Hoffa looked at the suddenly extra person. This was a man in a beach suit. He looked like he had just returned from a walk by the beach, wearing sunglasses and slippers. He held out a green-ringed palm on Miller's finger.

Miller turned his head slowly and saw the man's extremely handsome face. His hair was combed back, and there were many snake patterns on his colorful beach clothes.

The man slowly pressed Miller's fingers, and then he dragged a chair over and sat beside Hoffa and Miller.

"Who are you?"

Miller asked.

The handsome man didn't answer. He picked up Hoffa's newspaper, read it, and smiled wryly: "My fault, blame me, blame me. I haven't participated in social activities for many years, and I have forgotten these things. I thought, let them Just live happily ever after, but I never thought that I would not be able to stand up to scrutiny when I met a knowledgeable person. But don't worry, I will definitely change it!"

"Change what?" Hoffa asked, his nerves stretched to the extreme.

Compared with the hideous and terrifying monster he encountered in the illusion of New York, there is no doubt that the man in front of him gave him greater pressure, much greater.

"Change the details, what else can be changed."

The man said: "Make this place more reasonable and livable."

After speaking, he sighed again, "But this is also very contradictory. If it is really reasonable, if it is really the same as reality, who would come here?"

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At this time, Miller pointed at the man's face and said slowly: "You are Salazar Slytherin, I saw a picture album of your youth in a section of Hogwarts school history, it is exactly the same. "

Hoffa was taken aback. He looked at the handsome man in front of him in shock, and at the ring on his finger. Is it Salazar Slytherin? Impossible, isn't Slytherin already dead?

"I don't know any Slytherins, and I don't need a name."

The man said casually. He looked at Hoffa and asked, "My little brother should have lived in the dream for a long time, and his status should not be low, otherwise he wouldn't be able to see the flaw so quickly, would he?"

Hoffa slowly tightened his fingers on the table.

The man picked up the apple juice in front of Hoffa, took a sip, and said, "If you want to reconstruct these details, will you help me?"

"Why should I help you?"

Hoffa said, "I'm here to kill you."

"You can't kill me. You didn't realize my existence when you came in, and you couldn't see the reality under the dream. With all due respect, your mental power is not as high as mine. Ah, I don't mean to belittle you. After all, I Not alone."

Hoffa pursed his lips tightly and said nothing. Indeed, this is the most troublesome part for him. When he was in New York, he could still feel the reality under the distorted illusion. The mental power of those nightmare components was not strong. He just ran away with the monster that guarded the illusion. After three days, it couldn't hold on anymore. But if the monster had strong mental power at that time, the possible consequences would be different.

Hoffa: "It seems that the half-human king has great confidence in you. Even if such an accident happened, he didn't transfer you away, but put you in Genoa. Are you really afraid that all your gold will be in vain?"

"I don't know what the half-human thinks, and what he wants to do has nothing to do with me. I'm just an old man who lingers here, hoping to experience the beauty of youth and a peaceful daily life, and I hope you don't bother me." The man relied on Sitting on the chair, admiring the scenery outside the window, he said slightly sadly: "Look, this scenery is so artistic, do you have the heart to destroy it?"

"What if I don't say yes?" Hoffa said.

The man shook his head and smiled. He stood up, stretched his muscles and bones, patted Miller on the shoulder, and said, "It's up to you, you can't get out anymore. Just stay here, your companion seems to like it here Well. Tell me if you think about it, as long as I’m in this world, I can hear your voice.”

After finishing speaking, he walked out of the store in a leisurely manner, not paying attention to Hoffa and Miller at all.

When he walked to the door of the store, Hoffa suddenly asked: "Then do you use organs? So many fresh human organs are consumed on the black market every year, are you also using them here?"

The man was slightly taken aback, then turned his head and said, "Of course, everything has a price, what do you think?"

Hoffa knocked over the chair and disappeared into the seat. While the chair was still shaking, Hoffa had already appeared behind the man. At this moment, he swung the cross sword and fought towards the man's neck at a speed faster than lightning.

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The man's neck was cut off, but he didn't show any expression, he just raised his hand and touched Hoffa's chest.

boom! !

Accompanied by the sound of an air burst.

Hoffa flew backward like a cannonball, smashing the table next to Miller, smashing the wall of the restaurant, smashing the building outside the house, smashing through the towering spire, and smashing the Fiat on the street. , hit the granite floor tiles, shattered the floor tiles, bounced up again, and slammed into the wall of the church with a bang, smashing the wall into cobweb-like cracks, and countless sharp thorns pierced through his body. came out and stabbed him like a rag doll!

"Hoffa!!!"

Miller screamed, and he rushed towards Hoffa along the straight hole hundreds of meters long.

Hoffa leaned against the wall, unable to move, and blood flowed from his body as if he didn't want money. He felt that his whole body was rotten, and there was no place to move.

"Hoffa! Hoffa!!"

Miller rushed to him and yelled, "How are you, Hoffa!!"

Hoffa didn't answer Miller's question, and he was speechless.

Miller's eyes were wet, and he reached out tremblingly, wanting to touch Hoffa's body: "Don't die," he begged in a low voice.

"I can't die." Someone said.

Startled, Miller opened his arms and stopped in front of Hoffa. The man whose head was cut off by Hoffa said, he put his head under his armpit, opened and closed his mouth and said: "I think this little brother has realized that this is not the real world, I think he has already decided If he has determined that he will not die here, if he has determined that he will not die, then it is impossible for him to die here."

As he spoke, he put the severed head on his neck and shook it like he was wearing a hat.

"Unfortunately, many times, people kill themselves. There is no rule in the world that they must die, but most people are used to dying." said the man with the head on.

The spikes on Hoffa's body slowly disappeared, and Hoffa, a lump of rotten flesh, fell to the ground. He got up from the ground at an extremely slow speed. While wriggling, his bones rejoined and his flesh and blood healed again. He staggered up from the ground, shaking uncontrollably all over his body, it was a huge pain.

But before he could stand still, suddenly, twenty sharp spikes appeared from the ground out of thin air, ten vertical ones, ten horizontal ones, and the vertical ones penetrated into Hoffa's ten nails, while the horizontal ones penetrated into his nails. Hoffa's finger. Countless fluff-like spikes grew densely on the spikes.

stop! ! Miller screamed, and he charged at the man wielding a small dagger made of magic, only to pass through the man's body as if the man was just a ghost.

"However, the pain is real."

said the man, holding out a finger, and the spike in Hoffa's body even began to turn slowly.

Hoffa couldn't help snorting, even for him, this was a huge pain that was unbearable.

"Would you like to endure endless torture here, or stay here with your girlfriend and be a good citizen of the world?" The man asked, "It's all up to you to choose, isn't it?"

"Hoffa!!"

Miller screamed and rushed towards the man in the green suit again: "Stop it!!"

The man glanced at Hoffa, smiled, and pointed at Miller.

Hoffa's eyes were wide open, and only he alone could bear this kind of pain! It must not affect others.

With a rain of blood, Hoffa broke free from the spikes regardless of his flesh and blood. Then, he ghostly walked and disappeared into the air. Running wildly, he hugged Miller and dragged him away from the man's dangerous place. finger. But this time, he didn't do anything to the man again, but just fled with Miller in his arms.