Chapter 87 Chapter 20

Hoffa pointed to the newspaper: "Is it related to that key?"

Both of them were silent.

"Say it!" Hoffa asked angrily.

Osilvia said bluntly: "Don't worry about this matter."

Hoffa turned his head and looked at Sylby, but Sylby sat there expressionless, without saying a word.

Without any answer, Sylby, who has always been quite eloquent, seemed to suddenly become a dull gourd.

Hoffa gritted his teeth and threw the newspaper aside.

There must be something that they know, but he doesn't know. While he was curious, he also felt a little panic.

Wizards were shot to death one after another, what is the situation?

However, now is not the time to dwell on it.

After getting on the train, exhaustion began to pour into the brain continuously, both physically and mentally.

He begins to meditate.

Every time Chogall's conversion technique is used up, Hoffa must use meditation to recover his magic power, and the newly recovered magic power will be converted into life to maintain the balance of the body.

The train was rumbling forward, not fast. The three dangled in the carriage.

Osilvia has been studying the newspaper, while Hoffa meditates on the magic lost in the fight and flight.

Four hours later, the sky gradually turned to dusk.

The three of them took an old-fashioned train into the Spanish wilderness, here is the endless Valencia plain.

The Valencia plain is adjacent to the Mediterranean Sea, and there are a lot of orange trees planted in the field, which is green as far as the eye can see. Mixed with the setting sun, it is like a scene in an oil painting.

But no matter how beautiful the scenery was, Hoffa was exhausted physically and mentally at this time. After the meditation, he was still extremely tired.

The reason is that he has not slept well for almost three days. Driving crazily and fleeing after being chased by the police all the way, this kind of exhaustion cannot be eliminated by meditation.

Finally, in the dusk of the Valencia plain, Hoffa leaned back on the seat and fell into a deep sleep.

As if he had just fallen asleep, he was awakened by a sudden panting sound.

Opening his eyes, it was pitch black.

It was so late at night.

There was an extremely suppressed ho ho sound in my ears.

Hoffa turned around, but was taken aback by the scene in front of him.

Sylby's bloodshot eyes were fixed on her.

In the dark compartment, his face was as pale as paper. Nostrils opened and closed forcefully, lips clenched tightly, as if trying to suppress his breathing.

Hoffa thought at first that he was pretending to be sick again, but when he touched his forehead a little, the forehead was not warm at all, but looked like a piece of solid ice.

This symptom is very similar to a magical overdraft. If you touch the other person's heart, his heartbeat is very weak, as if flickering like a candle in the wind.

But the sound of breathing after that became more and more painful and difficult.

Hoffa turned over and sat up immediately, only to see that Sylby bit his lip and was bleeding.

"Hello"

"Hello"

"What’s wrong with you?"

Hoffa had no idea how to deal with the situation.

Sylby didn't speak, just stared at Hoffa with wide eyes.

Something went wrong, Hoffa secretly thought it was bad, and he immediately wanted to wake up Osivia who was sleeping in the single seat on the left.

But Silby looked at Hoffa pleadingly with bloodshot eyes.

"Don't"

"Don't be bored."

Silby squeezed out a few words from between his teeth.

stuffy?

Hoffa felt it a little bit.

really.

There are a lot of people in this carriage, and it is indeed filled with a strong smell of carbon dioxide.

Not daring to hesitate, Hoffa immediately carried the trembling Sylby into the wheelchair, and quickly pushed him out all the way.

Finally, when Hoffa led the other party outside the first-class carriage at the front of the train, Sylby breathed a little fresh air, which was the breeze from the exhaust fan above the first-class seat.

After coming here, Sylby was still breathing in pain, but it was slightly better than the previous tragic appearance.

Seeing that he was still panting, Hoffa simply kept on doing nothing.

He took out his wand directly and transformed it into a sharp knife.

He directly inserted the sharp knife into the slot on the glass window of the green leather train, and forcefully pried the glass open.

At this moment, the fresh air with the fragrance of oranges rushed in like a tide.

Sylby's pale hair was blown by the wind, and he relaxed like a salted fish in the water.

"call!"

"call!"

"call"

Sylby closed his eyes, took a few greedy breaths of fresh air, and recovered. He stopped moving, and Hoffa put his fingers on his chest, and his heart gradually returned to its normal beating.

After a long time, he opened his eyes and murmured weakly.

"Thank you, Hoffa."

"Hmm." Hoffa looked at his watch. It was five o'clock in the morning, and he had slept for a full 12 hours. God knows how long Sylby had been panting in his seat.

"Could you push me closer, I want a little more wind," said Sylby.

According to Hoffa, he moved his wheelchair closer to the window, and the night wind brought by the train brushed all of Sylby's hair, revealing his pale, sculpture-like profile. For some reason, Hoffa detected an inexplicable familiarity in his face.

Inside the car, the dim and ancient tungsten lamps crackled and flickered, and Sylby's wheelchair swayed slowly with the body.

At the moment, the train is passing through the Spanish coastal city of Valencia. Outside the window, you can see the night scene of the Spanish city in a flash.

Old-fashioned street lamps, decadent poets lying by the river, musicians sitting on flower beds and playing guitars. A couple snuggling up to keep warm by the river bank.

But soon, the train left the city and re-entered the deserted wilderness.

Sudden.

Sylby turned to Hoffa and said, "Can you feel it?"

"Feel what?" Hoffa asked.

"Decadence under the prosperity of this country."

"I can't feel it," Hoffa said dryly.

"It is said that Spain after midnight is the real Spain. I didn't believe it before, but now it seems to be true."

Sylby sighed.

Hoffa couldn't take over, he didn't know much about Europe.

After a while, Hoffa asked, "What happened to you just now, what kind of disease?"

"It's not a disease, but sometimes, I feel like a zombie, a piece of frozen meat."

The train passed by a stone bridge, and Sylby looked at the river under the bridge and said slowly:

"Sometimes I feel like I'm slowly rotting away in a wheelchair and growing slowly at the same time. This paradoxical delusion can cause tremendous pain.

Although I have no sense of touch, my brain still feels pain. This is an abnormal physiological mechanism. Psychologists call this phantom limb, and some people say that this pain is just phantom pain. But I know that's not the case, I'm damned. "

Hoffa didn't know how to respond, and instinctively pulled the blanket over Sylby tighter.

"You pity me?" asked Sylby suddenly.

Hoffa said softly, "No."

"The strong don't need sympathy, this is the motto of our family." Silby said.

"But you need help, that's a fact." Hoffa said lightly.

"If you want to help, there is smoke under the wheelchair, may I trouble you to take it out?"

Hoffa bent down, and sure enough there was a small hidden compartment under the wheelchair. There were magazines, candy, some medicine, and even a gun.

In the deepest part, Hoffa saw a silver cigarette case.

Open the cigarette box, inside is white paper and shredded tobacco.

He hesitated for a moment, then pulled out the white paper: "How?"

"Is there no cigarette class at Hogwarts?" Sylby laughed.

"Beauxbatons?" Hoffa retorted.

"No, roll it up for me."

said Sylby.

Hoffa rolled for a long time, and he couldn't roll well without being exposed to cigarettes.

"Come over to me."

said Sylby, sticking out his tongue.

Hoffa put the paper to his lips.

Sylby licked the paper and motioned for the Hoffa roll with his eyes.

Sure enough, he licked it as if it had been covered with a layer of glue, and the cigarette paper was quickly wrapped tightly.

Hoffa lit a match and lit it for Sylby.

In the dark night, a little red light lit up.

He took a deep breath intoxicated, and exhaled the white mist comfortably. When Hoffa put the cigarette in his mouth again, he shook his head, indicating that he didn't need it.

Hoffa stubbed out his cigarette, which he had only smoked.

Sylby: "I wasn't born that way, at least 11 years ago, I could still run and jump."

Looking at the river, Sylby said with some nostalgia.

"Then why are you...?"

"My fate has been sealed by a curse, and my family has also been cursed. This is a curse from the depths of history." Silby said.

"Is it related to the key Osilvia found?" Hoffa asked.

Sylby turned his head slowly, looking at Hoffa. It was a strange scrutiny look.

Suddenly, he asked back, "Would you like to be my secretary?"

"What?"

"When I was in Morocco, I offered you a permanent job. Would you like it?"

Hoffa shook his head when he thought of his proposal to drop out of school and go to work: "I won't give up going to school."

Sylby's dull eyes grew even duller.

"It's a pity, you are me."

He didn't finish his sentence.

Boom! !

The train shook heavily, as if it had encountered some obstacle, and slowly stopped.

Hoffa looked at the deserted wilderness outside. At this moment, a hint of pink had appeared under the dark blue night in the distance, and dawn was coming.

Change customers?

But there is no station here.

Hoffa was a little vigilant, and his mental force field quickly searched for the possibility of other wizards in the carriage.

However, within a radius of 50 meters, he did not find any other wizard's mental force field, except for the senior Osivia who was sleeping 50 meters away from him.

"What's wrong?" Hoffa opened his eyes, turned to Sylby and asked, "What's the matter?"

Silby shook his head and said softly: "I don't know, but I will pay you, if something happens, can you protect me?"

Hoffa didn't answer. Continue to open the mental force field to start vigilance.

At this time, the carriage shook, and started to rattle on the rails again.

Hoffa, who found nothing, opened his eyes and frowned.

Is it because I think too much?

At this time, the tungsten lights in the empty compartment flickered, and an old woman pushing a small trailer slowly jingled from the aisle, jingling and swaying over.

She is very old and walks very slowly. There is no magic power fluctuation on the body.

Not a wizard.

Just a muggle selling breakfast early in the morning.

But out of safety considerations, Hoffa slowly stood in front of Sylby.

The old woman creaked past pushing the cart.

As she passed the corridor, she saw Hoffa standing by the window. Showing a smile with only a few teeth remaining.

“Quieres un poco de comida?” (Want a snack?)

Hoffa couldn't understand what she was saying, so he waved his hand to signal her to leave quickly.

“Es muy barato.” (very cheap)

"Te va a gustar." (You sure like it)

The old woman said a few more words, and kept picking through the snacks with her hands, taking out bread or candies from time to time and dangling them in front of Hoffa's eyes.

Hoffa frowned and waved his hands.

Seeing that Hoffa always refused, she muttered a few words, took back her snacks, pushed her cart, opened the wooden door leading to the first-class compartment, and creaked towards the empty first-class compartment.

Seeing her leave, Hoffa's tense nerves eased.

Slightly relieved.

But at this moment, a breeze blew in through the open window of the first-class carriage. The moving train passed a sharp bend.

Hoffa staggered unexpectedly.

The old woman's body is also crooked.

Her robe was blown up by the wind, and at this moment, Hoffa keenly saw that the arm of the old woman in front of him was actually black and purple with metallic luster.

He suddenly felt that something was wrong.

The old woman who had already walked more than five meters away suddenly turned around, tilted her body, pulled out two huge black pistols from the cart full of snacks in lightning speed, and aimed at Silby.

The hairs on the back of Hoffa's forehead exploded.

He flicked his wand without thinking, and the wand turned into a huge silver shield. He knelt down on one knee and blocked the shield in front of him.

Boom!

boom!

boom!

boom!

boom!

Tongues of fire spit out.

At that moment, at least five or six bullets landed on the shield.

The sound of impact and impact was endless, and Hoffa hid behind the shield, his scalp tingling.

is a killer.

The gunfire subsided, and Hoffa turned to look at Sylby, who was sitting in a wheelchair at the moment, with a pale complexion and a dignified expression.

His thoughts turned, thinking of Raymond who was assassinated, and the Minister of Magic who was shot dead. And that so-called key.

The other party may have come for Sylby!

The shield gradually narrowed, but Hoffa didn't see any figure through the gap of the shield.

The old woman pushing the cart disappeared into the carriage.

There was only one cart left on the ground.

Hoffa stood up slowly, the shield turning back into a wand. He didn't dare to relax in the slightest, his nerves were tense to the extreme.

The strong wind outside the carriage blew the curtains, and Hoffa took two steps forward slightly, inspecting his surroundings.

There were two light snaps.

At this time, there was a sudden sound of soft footsteps from above the carriage.

Startled, Hoffa immediately raised his arm.

The exhaust fan slammed down first, followed by a gray figure.

The old woman in gray fell directly from the ventilation duct of the train and punched Hoffa heavily.

Her eyes glowed a blinding red.