I don't know how much time has passed in meditation, and I don't know how long it has passed. Hoffa felt Miller beside him gently shaking him, and he slowly woke up from his meditation.

It's night again.

But unlike yesterday's stormy night, this night was so calm, so calm that people couldn't believe it, even the sea under the wooden frame seemed to be asleep, without a trace of ups and downs.

"Look, Hoffa. ”

Miller pointed to the sky beside Hoffa and called softly.

Hoffa looked up and saw a sight that he would never forget for the rest of his life.

The sky was an extremely magnificent deep blue, and in the deep blue, a bright silver band of light passed through the middle, and in the band of light, countless stars sparkled large and small. They were so shiny, so clear, that even the blue-purple nebulae could be seen clearly.

Hoffa opened his mouth slightly, and fell into a stupor for a moment.

"Wow!!Hoff!!look!!And Shooting Stars!!"

Miller excitedly grabbed Hoffa's arm like a child and pointed to a brilliant meteor in the sky.

Naturally, Hoffa saw the silent passing meteor, and the corners of his eyes were a little moist.

The meteor disappeared into the sea for only a moment.

Below the surface of the sea, nocturnal jellyfish and fish swim silently under the wooden frames, emitting a faint phosphorescence characteristic of deep-sea creatures, which are dotted with stars and constantly shimmering, and the stars in the sky are beautiful.

Miller groaned as he looked at the stars in the sky and at the phosphorescent fish in the deep sea beneath his feet. He took off his shoes, put his feet in the cool water, leaned against Hoffa's back, and sighed softly.

At this moment, it seems that in the vast world, only the two of them are left, and all these starry skies and silent oceans are quietly blooming for them.

"Hoffa. ”

Miller leaned against Hoffa's back and softly called his name.

"Hmm. ”

Hoffa tilted his head in response to Miller's call.

"Say, do we have a chance to sit and look at the stars like this?"

Miller asked softly, his voice almost completely different from his usual state.

"There must be, when I defeat Sylbie, time will come. ”

Hoffa said softly, "We can watch it as many times as we want." ”

"If that's the case, where would you go?" Miller asked.

"Hmm. ”

Hoffa thought about it, and suddenly realized that these things were not so shameful, and that was the truest thought in his heart.

"I want to go fifty years from now. He said softly, "Come with Miller." ”

"Poof. ”

Miller leaned against Hoffa's back and chuckled: "I'm not so powerful, I'll be old in fifty years, and no one will be there." ”

"Who said that, here. ”

Hoffa said.

"It's like you've seen it. Miller muttered.

Hoffa didn't speak, and Miller turned his head and asked curiously, "Hey, Hoffa, have you really seen me?"

"Ah, yes.

Hoffa muttered to himself, "Who has ever seen you for what you really are." ”

Sensing something in Hoffa's words, Miller slowly lowered his head.

After a moment of silence, Miller said hesitantly, "Hoffa, have you ever thought about it?"

"What have you thought about?"

Miller's lips quirmed, and he stopped talking.

"Say yes. ”

Miller waved his hand irritably.

"Forget it, don't talk about it. ”

This made Hoffa even more curious, and he gently touched Miller with the back of his head: "If you have something to say, let's talk about it, we didn't know each other for the first day." ”

Miller: "It doesn't matter what Sylby is doing. ”

"Huh?"

Hoffa couldn't understand Miller for a moment: "Why?"

"Forget it, you just farted when I did. ”

Miller said at the speed of light.

Hofa came back to his senses, and he smiled and asked, "Do you also care about Miranda's prophecy?"

"I care about a fart, I don't care about anything, you don't pretend to be sentimental. Miller reverted to his usual casual but aggressive appearance.

"Yes. ”

Hoffa smiled.

Miller waved his hand irritably: "Can you? You've already lost once in your dreams, how do you know you'll win this time?"

Hoffa was in a trance for a while, as if he had stepped on the air. The memories were enveloped in white light again, and he gritted his teeth and shook the bad experiences out of his head.

"Why not, if it wasn't for Tom Riddle showing up last time, he would have died. And this time, with your help, even if Tom Riddle strikes again, he will die!" said Hoffa, reassuringly.

Miller sighed, "Forget it, you can say you can, but don't be mistaken, it doesn't matter to me, if I can see you die in reality, it's also a good experience." But don't let my sister see it, she's not as good as I am. ”

Hoffa took a deep breath and stood up. Although the beautiful scenery makes people reluctant to give up, it also makes him understand that he still has a lot of things to do.

"Now is not the time to see the scenery, let's go. He said.

Miller stood up with his shoes in hand, and Hoffa bent down. Miller pursed his lips and hooked Hoffa's shoulders to his back.

Then, the Thunderbird took off again. Hoffa carried Miller on his back, carried his own small raft, and under the guidance of the North Star, paddled through the tranquil waters and flew all the way to his destination.

Along the way, naturally not every moment is as peaceful as that night. Hoffa and Miller have experienced exposure to the sun that they can't hide, hunger that can't catch fish, and getting lost because they can't find their way, but they also experience the help of a kind fisherman, a rest on an island, and a dolphin-friendly guide.

Finally, on the sixth day, they arrived in Genoa, Italy, in the Mediterranean.

At this moment, Hoffa no longer has confidence in the secrecy of the news, if Sylby's news is normal, he must have learned the information of the destruction of the Elder Hospital, ask himself, Hoffa feels that he will not be stupid to continue to keep his assets in the same place, and will definitely transfer or disperse quickly.

But Hoffa decided to come to this place anyway, no matter what Sylby thought, only a move would definitely leave a clue, and he had to at least find a clue.

From the surface of the sea to the busy port of Genoa, there are far more people than Hoffa had imagined. Busy cruise ships by the sea, hot air balloons flying in the sky, flocks of Fiats on the road, and travelers in bright and bright clothes.

Hoffa stood on the harbor, his mental force field covering the area he could snare in, constantly scanning. He was looking for something like New York Harbor, but he was looking for it, but it was only the area he searched, and there was nothing like it.

Miller couldn't stand the hardships of the road, and as soon as he landed, he went straight to the ice cream shop on the side of the road and bought more than a dozen ice creams in a row. Then, he stood beside Hoffa, with an ice cream between his fingers, licking and feasting on it. While eating, he also persuaded Hoffa to enjoy it with him.

But Hoffa ignored the ice cream handed to him by Miller, and strode down the old streets of Genoa towards the city, searching for traces of anomalous presence along the way.

The streets of the city are full of quaint goose-yellow buildings, and the criss-crossing antennas run through the houses, not only without a trace of clutter, but also add a lot of life atmosphere to the city. From time to time, someone pushes open the window and hangs the clothes on the antenna.

On the elegant windowsill, some old artists with erlang's legs are elegantly plucking guitar strings. On the arm-floor floor, there are couples lying on the balcony, listening carefully to the music in the building.

Hoffa's mental force field swept through the building, even underground, but he didn't notice anything anomalous, and it was more like an ordinary tropical seaside resort than it was in New York.

After walking all the way to Miller and eating all the ice cream, Hoffa didn't notice any surprises. Miller went to the side of the street to buy a few meat sausages and chew them to see the scenery. Compared to the worried Hoffa, he is more like a tourist who comes for sightseeing.

Hoffa changed direction and continued to search, Miller chewed the sausage, looked around and said, "Don't say it, Hoffa, it's so beautiful here, the pace is slow, the scenery is good, if I make money in the future, I want to live in this kind of place." ”

Listening to what Miller said, Hoffa couldn't help but move slightly in his heart and stopped.

Miller crashed into Hoffa, "Huh, what's wrong?"

Hoffa looked at the bustling shops around him, his mouth opened slightly, and he was stunned for a while, and suddenly, he walked to a store that sold newspapers, reached out and took a newspaper and read it, most of the newspapers were some entertainment and lace news, nothing real.

He asked the boss for a pen, and while reading the newspaper, he walked to a chair near a coffee shop and sat down.

Miller hurriedly paid the bill for Hoffa, then came to Hoffa's side and asked, "Do you have any new discoveries?"

"How much does a newspaper cost?"

Hoffa asked.

"100 lira. Miller said, "But I paid in dollars, and the boss was pleased." Dollars are worth a fortune. ”

"It's cheap. Hoffa muttered.

He read the newspaper from cover to cover, then walked to the fruit stand on the side of the road, picked up an apple, and asked, "How much is an apple?"

"500 lira. The boss said in half-baked English while gesturing.

Hoffa didn't buy the apples, he went to a boutique that sold ham, took a pen, and wrote down the price of ham on the counter on a piece of paper. After recording the price of ham, he went to a flour shop and began to record the price of flour and corn flour.

Miller was so confused by Hoffa's actions that he had no idea what Hoffa was doing. I could only follow him in confusion, running around the streets. Hoffa recorded all the way to an Italian restaurant on the side of the road.

He looked at the brightly colored restaurant on the wall, recorded the price, and asked the owner to order the most classic Margaret's pizza.

Miller watched Hoffa's behavior from the sidelines and said, "You've finally enlightened, you just want to eat pizza without eating anything, right, it's not like New York is without pizza." ”

Hoffa ignored him.

After sitting at the dinner table, he still writes and draws in the newspaper.

Miller didn't know what medicine was sold in Hofa's gourd, so he could only sit beside him, eating sausages and watching Hofa make a series of strange movements.

Not long after, the owner placed a steaming classic Margaret's pizza on Hoffa's table, along with two cups of apple juice. Just after the waiter finished saying slow use, Hoffa stopped him and asked, "Excuse me, how much do you pay for a month working here?"

The rather beautiful waitress was slightly stunned by Hoffa's question, and then he said, "Eight hundred thousand lira, what's the matter?"

"Are you satisfied?" asked Hoffa.

"I'm very satisfied. The waiter nodded, curious, "Excuse me, who are you.?"

"We are the government's social investigators and are collecting data for a new round of welfare policies. Hoffa babbled, and Miller listened in a daze.

But the waitress was very happy, and she said, "Really, great, but I think the treatment is good now, and there is no need for special welfare policies, what do you think?"

"I think you have a point. ”

Hoffa said.

"Please take your time. ”

The waitress turned and left.

As soon as the beautiful waitress left, Hoffa threw the pen away, and his eyes were as gloomy as water.

Miller still couldn't figure out what Hoffa was doing, and he asked, "What are you doing, my Mr. Bach?"

Hoffa pointed to the old residential building outside the glass window and said lightly: "Don't you like to blow up buildings? ”

(End of chapter)