"Don't you like to blow up buildings? Hoffa said calmly.

Miller was stunned by Hoffa's words.

"Huh?" he looked at Hoffa inexplicably.

"Fried. Hoffa said.

"Are you really?"

Miller looked at him with a frown.

"yes. Hoffa said.

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

"Do you need a reason?"

Hoffa sighed as he looked at the guitarist playing guitar in the building outside.

"Did you know that Italy was a defeated country?"

"I know. Miller said.

"The lira is about to be abolished, and if I'm not mistaken, the current lira is like waste paper. The Muggle sovereign government here is gone, and you expect it to be worth its money?"

Miller opened his mouth slightly.

Hoffa pointed to the rows of numbers in the newspaper and said lightly: "A pound of apples is 500 lira, a bag of flour is 1000 lira, and a piece of pizza is only 100 lira. Even if you do charity, a waiter's salary is 800,000 liren, which is converted into nearly 5,000 US dollars, and few waiters in New York can afford such a salary. ”

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

"Then why is that?"

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

"These numbers are all fake, they are all messed up. Each of them remembers their best part, but if everyone's memory is good, how can the world work, someone has to suffer. ”

Hoffa said softly: "You see how happy these people are smiling on the street, as if they are carefree and have no worries, where can such beauty be found except in eternal dreams?"

Miller froze.

"From the moment we came to this place, we were inside. It's a fantasy much bigger than New York, a whole city. ”

Miller didn't refuse again, he slowly raised his finger, in the sky, the violent magic began to fluctuate, the clouds were torn apart by the violent energy, and in the exclamation of the people in the street, one after another burning meteorites appeared from the field of vision, whistling and smashing towards the ground.

The scorching heat burned the sky red, pedestrians scattered in all directions, drivers honked their horns frantically, artists threw away their pianos, and couples hugged their heads and hugged and screamed. With a loud bang, the meteorite slammed into the buildings around Hoffa, and he sat expressionlessly in his chair, motionless, letting the glass shards fly everywhere and let a sea of fire swallow him up.

The burning sea of fire slowly faded away.

Pedestrians giggle down the old-fashioned streets, couples huddle on balconies and listen to music, artists play their pianos in their hearts, glass is as smooth as new, and Fiat cars drive happily down the streets.

Miller and he were still sitting in their chairs, fingers raised, as if the horrific scene of the meteorite had just fallen was just a hallucination.

Except for the sudden addition of one more person behind Miller.

Hoffa looked at the man who had suddenly come out, a man in a beach coat, who looked like he had just returned from a walk by the sea, wearing sunglasses and slippers. Hold out a palm with a green ring and hold it on Miller's finger.

Miller turned his head slowly, and saw the man's extremely handsome face, his hair combed back, and his colorful beachcoat had many snake lines on it.

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

"Who are you?"

Miller asked.

The handsome man didn't answer, he picked up Hoffa's newspaper, read it, and said with a wry smile: "My fault, blame me, blame me." I haven't participated in social activities for many years, and I forgot these things, thinking that it would be okay to let them live happily, but I didn't expect to meet someone who knows how to do it, and I can't stand scrutiny. But don't worry, I'll change it!"

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

Compared to the hideous and terrifying monster he encountered in the New York Fantasyland, there was no doubt that the man in front of him put much more pressure on him.

"Change the details, what else can you change. ”

"Make it more reasonable and livable," the man said. ”

As he spoke, he sighed again, "But this is also very contradictory, if it is really reasonable, it is really the same as reality, who will come here?"

"Snake"

At this time, Miller pointed to the man's face and said slowly, "You are Salazar Slytherin, I saw your young picture book in a school history at Hogwarts, and it is exactly the same." ”

Hofa was shocked, he looked at the handsome man in front of him in shock, and looked at the ring on his finger. Is it Salazar Slytherin? No way, isn't Slytherin dead a long time ago?

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

The man said casually, he looked at Hoffa and asked, "Little brother should have lived in his dream for a long time, and his status should not be low, otherwise he wouldn't have seen the flaws at a glance so quickly, right?"

Hoffa's fingers slowly tightened 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 come and help me?"

"Why should I help you. ”

Hoffa said, "I'm here to kill you." ”

"You can't kill me, you don't realize my existence when you come in, and you can't see the reality in your dreams. With all due respect, your mental power is not as high as mine. Ah, not to disparage you, after all, I'm not alone. ”

Hoffa pursed his lips and said nothing. Indeed, this is the most tricky part of him, when he was in New York, he could still feel the reality of the distorted illusion, and the mental power of those nightmare units was not strong, he just ran away with the monster that guarded the illusion for three days, and it couldn't hold on. But if that monster had strong mental power at that time, the consequences might have been another story.

Hofa: "It seems that the Centaur King has a lot of confidence in you, and even if something like that happened, he didn't transfer people away, and put you in Genoa." Aren't you really afraid that all the gold will be lost?"

"I don't know what the half-man thinks, and what he is going to do has nothing to do with me. I'm just an old man who wants to experience the beauty of youth and the peace of everyday life, and I hope you don't bother me. The man leaned back in his chair, admired the scenery outside the window, and said with a little sadness: "Look, such a scene, how artistic, can you bear to destroy it?"

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

The man shook his head and smiled, he stood up, moved his muscles, patted Miller on the shoulder, and said, "I can't help you, you can't get out." Just stay here, your companions seem to enjoy it. Just tell me if you think clearly, and I can hear you as long as I'm in this world. ”

With that, he walked leisurely out of the store, without paying any attention to Hoffa and Miller.

When he walked to the door of the store, Hoffa suddenly asked, "Do you use organs? Do you also use so many fresh human organs that are consumed on the black market every year?"

The man was slightly stunned, then turned his head and said, "Of course, everything has a price, what do you say?" ”

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

Card rub.

The man's neck was severed, but he didn't say anything, just raised his hand and touched Hoffa's chest.

Rumble!!

With the sound of air crackling.

Hoffa's whole body flew backwards like a cannonball, smashing the table next to Miller, smashing the wall of the dining room, smashing the building outside the house, crashing through the towering spire, smashing the fiat on the street, hitting the granite floor tiles, smashing the floor tiles and then bounced up, and smashed into the church wall with a bang, knocking the wall out of cobweb-like splinters, and countless sharp splinters came out of his body, stabbing him into rag dolls!

"Hofa !!"

Miller screamed, and he rolled down the straight hole, which was hundreds of meters long, toward Hoffa.

Hoffa leaned against the wall, unable to move, blood pouring down his body as if he didn't want money. He felt like his whole body was rotten, and there was nowhere to move.

"Hoffa!!Hoffa!!"

Miller rushed to him and shouted, "How are you, Hofa!!"

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

Miller's eyes were wet, and he reached out with a trembling hand, trying to touch Hoffa's body: "Don't die," he pleaded in a low voice.

"Can't die. Someone said.

Startled, Miller opened his arms and stopped in front of Hoffa. The man whose head had been cut off by Hoffa said, he put his head under his armpit, opened and closed his mouth, and said: "I think since this little brother realizes that this is not the real world, I think he has already decided that he will not die here, and if he has been sure that he will not die, then he will not die here." ”

As he spoke, he put the severed head around his neck and shook it like he was wearing some kind of hat.

"It's a pity that a lot of times, people kill themselves. The world doesn't have a rule that you have to die, but most people are used to it. The man with the head said.

The spikes on Hoffa's body slowly disappeared, and a piece of rotten flesh fell to the ground, and he got up from the ground at an extremely slow speed, his bones reassembled as he squirmed, and his flesh healed again. He staggered up from the ground, his whole body trembling uncontrollably, it was a huge pain.

But before he could stand still, suddenly, twenty sharp spikes appeared out of thin air from the ground, ten vertical, ten horizontal, vertical into Hofa's ten fingernails, and horizontal into Hofa's fingers. The spikes are densely packed with countless tiny hair-like spikes.

Stop!!!!

But the pain is real. ”

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

Hoffa couldn't help but snort, even for him, it was a huge pain that was unbearable.

"Would you rather endure endless torture here, or would you like to be a good citizen of the world with your female companion?" the man asked, "It's all up to you, isn't it?"

"Hoffa!!"

Miller screamed again and rushed at the man in green: "Stop me!!"

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

Hoffa's eyes widened, and this pain was enough for him alone!

With a rain of blood, Hoffa broke free from the spikes, ignoring the flesh, and then, his ghostly walk disappeared into thin air, and in his madness, he grabbed Miller and dragged him away from the man's dangerous fingers. But this time, he didn't do anything to the man again, just hugged Miller and fled all the way to his life.

(End of chapter)