What it's like to lose too much blood, the heart beats faster, the skin is pale, cold, and the eyes are pitch black. The nerves can't feel gravity, and the soul is like walking on clouds. It's a near-death experience, and at times like these, people tend to think a lot, think about the past, think about the past, think about some regrets that were never done.

But what Chloe thinks about most is some broken pictures and hazy emotions. She remembered that when she first set foot on English soil, she and Hoffa walked together in the open wilderness, rarely speaking to each other. At night, they lit a bonfire under the stars, and through the flames, she could see the boy's face flickering on the other half of the fire, silent and focused. The boy had promised her that if she returned to London, he would give her reason for escorting her, but she thought she probably wouldn't know the answer. She only hoped that Hoffa would escape from this place and avoid being implicated by her terrible powers.

Some kind of warmth gradually flowed into her body through the blood vessels, which lifted her spirits a little, and she felt that maybe the end had come. Mance drained her own blood, giving her the illusion of returning to the light.

But the warmth gradually became hot, her heart beat back to normal, her body became warmer, the darkness in front of her was gone, and she opened her eyes, everything in front of her was as bright as day.

She was still firmly anchored in her chair, but there was an extra blood transfusion bag on her arm, and a man knelt beside her on one knee and gave her another blood transfusion without saying a word.

None other than Mance.

She felt a little unbelievable, and struggled for a moment.

"I'm glad I'm not dead......" Mance, who gave her the blood transfusion, glanced at her and grunted to her feet.

"Are you awake!?" asked from a similar voice next to him, "Can you hear me?"

The voice reached her ears, and she turned her head to look, stunned.

The room was full of people, one on the left and one on the right, with all kinds of faces, strange.

There are young, unruly in appearance, middle-aged, mature and steady, some have a banana peel on their heads, some are in tatters all over their bodies, and there are even those who are neither male nor female.

But they're all Mance, just him from a different timeline.

After being stunned for a long time, she realized what this guy had done, and couldn't help blurting out: "Crazy!"

"I have something to ask you. ”

Mance, who was neither male nor female, walked out of the crowd.

Chloe looked at him hatefully, a strong instinct running through her chest, almost irrepressible.

The guy who is neither male nor female said: "After having the power of time, I found that I can communicate with my past and future self, but when I communicate with the future, I find that I can only communicate until three hours at most, why, why can't I talk to myself three days later, three weeks later, or even three years later?"

"That's why you gave me a blood transfusion?"

Chloe sneered sharply, "Take my blood, I thought you would know a lot about time!"

"Answer my question about why I can't get in touch with my future self. Mance asked indifferently and ruthlessly, and all the Mances in the room stared at Chloe.

"If you play with time, be prepared to be played with by time. Chloe didn't answer the question, but said happily.

"Hmm. ”

Mance, who was neither male nor female, stood up with a.

Then another muscular Mance stepped forward and raised his arms.

Syllable!

A heavy slap landed on Chloe's face, causing her to turn her head sideways, leaving a bright red slap mark on her face.

"I asked, you answered. ”

Mance, who is neither male nor female, said.

Slowly turning her head, Chloe, who had a red mark on her face, laughed, "You're panicking, isn't my blood not so easy to control." It's just that now do you think I will still be afraid of death, you are wrong, the glory of heaven will never shine on the careerist, and all that awaits you is the torment of hellfire. ”

The Mances laughed together, and the laughter was noisy and sarcastic, but at some point, it came to an abrupt end.

"I admire the piety and ignorance of people like you. ”

Mance said slowly, waving his hand, and two more of them he had brought from a distance a brand new brown wooden box with a half-convex gray screen on it.

One Mance plugged in the old TV, while the other turned on the screen, only to see a teenager running cross-legged in the turret with a female vampire across his knees, covered in bloody wounds, on the black-and-white noisy monitor.

"Hoffa ......"

Seeing the people on the screen, Chloe struggled to do it, but was pressed hard by Mance beside her.

Immediately, several more Mances came over with several brown wooden boxes, plugged them in, and lit up the screens. What happened in every corner of the battleship was presented to Chloe in 1510.

"You and I share vision, and you know what I know. ”

Mance said: "You should know what happened to him, he is nothing more than a defeated dog during the day, but this defeated dog is still in this ship at the moment, trying to get you out." I have to say that the bodyguard you hired is really conscientious. At least, much more loyal than me, a false believer. ”

Chloe lowered her head, biting her lower lip tightly and tightening her chains. There was joy and pain in her heart, so excited that her wrists were worn by the taut chains, and she didn't even realize it.

"Shouldn't you be unmoved? ”

A wicked smile tugged at the corner of Mance's mouth, "You should know how terrifying your power is, in fact, if I wanted to kill him, I could have done it a long time ago, but I don't want to completely tear my face with you yet." ”

"I won't believe anything you say. Chloe stared at Mance and noticed that the man's every movement and expression was so disgusting.

As soon as he finished speaking, a few Mances in the room walked out quietly. They don't have the slightest connection with each other, but they are as precise as clocks.

"What are you going to do?"

"Prove yourself with action. ”

Mance said.

As soon as he finished speaking, the four Mances who disappeared from the room quickly appeared on the black-and-white screen, like in an old-fashioned horror movie, standing in the four corners of Hoffa's hiding room, talking and searching.

After a heart-wrenching confrontation, the on-screen teenager uses Transfiguration to break the freshwater barrel that the Soldier uses to drink, and uses the water to rheology to form crystals and control the four mans.

Seeing this, Chloe breathed a sigh of relief. Soon, however, there were fewer people in the room, and they did not communicate with each other, so they walked out of the room in silence and walked down the stairs.

"Are you finished?"

Chloe's eyes were red, and her hands trembled. On the screen, she saw Hoffa come to a bathroom and fall to the ground panting, which made her heart twitch and her heart ache.

"I won't stop until you answer my question, no matter how strong your bodyguard is, there will always be countless days when I will be trampled on by me. ”

At the same time, the army of Mance in the room began to make their way down the stairs, each step silent and determined.

"Death!!"

Chloe looked up sharply, her eyes red. She roared with rage like a lioness.

All the mances stopped, turned their heads, and stared at her without blinking.

Chloe glared at Mance, "In the arrow of time, there is only one thing that is certain, and that is death. If death happens, you will never be able to get in touch with your future self, just as you can never talk to a dead person. ”

As she spoke, the crowded room fell silent.

"You're saying I'm dead three hours later, so I can't get in touch with me?"

"There's only one possibility. Chloe grinned, coldly surprised herself.

"Is it death that cuts off our dialogue with the future!?"

The Mances looked at each other in astonishment. Then they said in unison, "No way, I can't die." ”

Since hundreds of people were speaking at the same time, their voices were uniformly unified in the room, as if one person's voice had been amplified countless times at the same time.

At this moment, in the midst of the Mance group, the bruised and tattered Mance stood up and said hoarsely: "She is right, I do feel death, and I am only one step away. ”

"Who's hand?, Hoffa Bach?" said Manschi, who was in the room, turning his head and staring at the man who was talking.

"No, it's not him. ”

A man who was about as badly injured as him came out from behind the roaring mans, acting like magic. He shook his head: "I defeated Hoffa Bach and defeated him completely. ”

"Who is that? the boy who plays with snakes?" asked Mance, who was neither male nor female, and the others of his kind in unison.

"No, it's not him. ”

In the crowd, another Mance shook his head, "That kid is dead, and in an hour he will be dead and killed by Hofabach." ”

"Could it be that waste-female vampire, and that dragon schoolman?" asked a group of uncertain questions from Mance from the past.

Mance from the future shook his head: "No, the snake player died, and the woman ran away with the students, and they went to places that they couldn't find, and they didn't have anything to worry about." ”

"Who the hell is that!?"

All the mans grabbed their hair with their hands.

The eerie dialogue is like a large-scale schizophrenic scene, and Chloe feels a deep madness at the same time with disgust and disgust, and this man's desire to control his fate has reached the point of paranoia.

"Wait, black mistletoe. ”

In the crowd, a lightly injured Mance stood up and said gloomily: "Hofabach has black mistletoe on his body. ”

Hearing this, the faces of the Mances changed in unison.

"Not true. ”

A bloody Mance stood up: "The black mistletoe was broken by me, and he has nothing to do with me." ”

"Oh. ”

All the Mances breathed a sigh of relief in unison. The sound is like the sigh of the opponent team who did not score a penalty in the World Cup.

But then they frowned again, "Since the mistletoe is broken, who killed me?"

All Mance looked at the end of the line, the most embarrassed self, and asked in unison.

"I didn't know, the crisis was coming from behind me, I couldn't see who did it. At the end of the line, an embarrassed Mance replied.

"Damn, who the hell is that?"

"Who killed me?"

All the mances questioned in unison, and they turned their heads to Chloe to get an answer from the nun.

"You ask me, but you don't know everything I know. ”

Chloe in the iron chair looked at him sympathetically: "But I can tell you that if God decides to let something happen, then no matter how hard humans try, it will be in vain. ”

"Shut up!!"

Mance slammed his arm across the table next to the TV, and the TVs with wires were swept aside, and the convex glass screen was shattered, with electricity on it.

"You're saying that I'm destined to die today?" all the mances gritted their teeth in unison.

"I didn't say it, you foresaw it yourself. ”

In the face of Mance's rage, Chloe was unmoved: "When I was in a French convent, the priest told me that almost all the foreseeable future is terrible, painful, uncontrollable and powerless. Almost 100% of what you are afraid of will happen, and when you think about it, people still don't know anything and live a happier life. ”

As she spoke, Chloe looked at him sympathetically: "You took great pains to catch me, extract my blood, and think that you can change the future if you know the future, strategize and obtain supreme benefits, but in fact, it is just a fool's dream......

The words came to an abrupt end.

One Mance grabbed her throat with a deep look of disgust in his eyes: "I don't need a whiteboard that I haven't experienced anything to teach me how to be a man! I am blessed by death, no one can kill me, no one, I will not die if I am hurt in any way, this is his promise to me......!

The crowded room suddenly fell silent.

The Mances thought of something together, and after a long silence, their faces changed again. It's like the last ten seconds of the game, and your own player kicked an own goal.

"Unless ......"

"Unless ......"

"Unless ......"

Mance, who had choked Chloe's throat, suddenly let go of his hand and let go of the nun, who was coughing violently, and said with hatred in his eyes: "Grindelwald! It must be you, Grindelwald!"

Hundreds of Mances suddenly raised their heads and shouted into the invisible air, "Are you also coveting the immortal things I fancie?"

As a result, most of Mance disappeared like a bubble, and the crowded room became empty. Only a guy who didn't look like a man or a woman was left standing in place.

It was this point in time.

I saw him snap his fingers and move his neck.

"You don't want to control my life!"

Immediately, he strode down the stairs and disappeared from Chloe's sight.