Hoffa rubbed his temples and stared at the ceiling of the coffee shop with a headache. Strings of silver stars hung from a scarlet suede with a transparent nylon fishing line, with a dragon pattern or yin-yang symbol printed in the center, and the light shone on it, refracting a distorted light.

He realized that he had once again found himself in some unknown situation. The crisis came so quickly and insidiously that he did not leave the slightest room for preparation.

Chloe still has a good conscience, and she comforts: "Don't be so pessimistic, if you can make my magic run wild again in two days, then things will be very simple." ”

"Mana runs wild. ”

"Aren't you also a wizard, it shouldn't be difficult for you. ”

Hoffa didn't speak, he touched his chin and thought. If he wants Chloe to regain his magic, he has a very simple way. He himself is a man who lacks mana, and he has a little mana recovery potion on hand.

But he had no experience in making magic run wild, and for the next three years at Hogwarts, he had been learning to control magic with precision all the time. Never tried to let the mana storm go. ”

"What, can't you do anything about it?"

"Don't talk!I'm thinking. ”

"Every minute you think about it, it's closer to death. Chloe reminded.

"Shut up!"

Hoffa said angrily, "I'm wondering, is the magic recovery potion okay?"

"Do you have it, that's going to be quite a lot. ”

Chloe said firmly.

"I have. ”

Hoffa didn't hesitate to stand up, "I'll go get it, you wait for me here." ”

Chloe also stood up, "I'll go with you." ”

"Can you go?"

Hofa asked suspiciously.

"If you can't go, you have to go," Chloe pointed out the window, "I'm like a lamb to the slaughter here." ”

Hoffa followed her fingers and saw the number of tanks rumbling through the streets.

Behind the tanks, dozens of soldiers escorted hundreds of unkempt Jews down the streets.

Seeing this scene, Hofa's eyes darkened.

"Okay, you follow me, don't get lost. ”

Probably after a meal, the relationship between the two was not as stiff as when they first met, and when they left the coffee shop, it was already close to night.

Through layers of checkpoints and outposts, they came to the outskirts of Paris.

Rugged serpents hovering over the ground and metal pipes and chimneys in mid-air, the enormous demands of the war have made these suburban factories like beasts at full power, devouring metal and coal.

By the time they arrived at the outskirts of the factory, the sky was already dark, and the hot and humid night sky was dripping with heavy rain, which was very uncomfortable.

Standing in a canopy downstairs in his factory, Hoffa said to Chloe, "You wait here for me, I'll go get the potion." ”

Chloe looked around and asked with some concern, "Is it safe here?" ”

Hoffa stared at the gray rain and fog outside the canopy, and thought: "It should be safe, I have never seen the Germans come to such a place where birds don't." After a pause: "I'll be back in ten minutes, it's okay." ”

"Okay, you go and get back quickly. ”

Chloe said, "But remember, it's best not to meet yourself, let alone anyone you know. ”

"What kind of rule is this?"

"Have you ever seen yourself?" Chloe asked rhetorically.

"Nope. ”

Hoffa shook his head.

"That's right, everything that has happened is irreversible, irreversible, a time and space is best to have only one you, this is the most reasonable, if your existence is seen by yourself, then the unreasonable consequences can not be predicted, the only thing that can be known, probably is that the disintegration speed of your body will be fast to the limit. ”

"Good. Hoffa agreed.

Then he vanished into thin air.

Chloe looked at Hoffa who had disappeared into the rain, sighed, and sat down on the canopy bench. It's probably a bus stop sign that hasn't been used for a long time, and it's sparsely populated.

After sitting for a while, bored, she swayed her legs and began to hum some unclear tunes.

At this moment, a black old Mercedes-Benz sedan silently slid out of the rain, its orange headlights on, like a ghost hovering the factory area.

The black car drove past the stop sign about 50 meters away, and then turned back and turned back to the canopy.

The windows rolled down to reveal a hooded figure behind it.

"Hello, Miss Lemay. ”

Chloe, who was humming, saw the hooded man who was close to him, and a cold sweat immediately came down, and she got up and ran away.

On the other side, on the walls of the factory, Hoffa climbed like a gecko, and his daily work was on the second floor of the factory, but after being reminded by Chloe, he did not dare to take the normal route, so he climbed directly through the sewage pipe outside the factory.

Coming to the window of his office, he looked cautiously inside.

Then, he saw a scene that he would never forget for the rest of his life.

I saw that in the old office, the guy who was exactly like himself was writing and drawing at the desk.

An old-fashioned radio on the table was playing an old-fashioned German song, Lily Marlene.

“Vor der Kaserne”

“Vor dem gro?en Tor”

“Stand eine Laterne”

“Und steht sie noch davor”

“So woll'n wir uns da wieder seh'n”

“Bei der Laterne wollen wir steh'n”

“Wie einst Lili Marleen”

"This song is really poisonous"

He muttered to himself, hiding out the window and looking at himself, the feeling was so weird and novel that Hoffa couldn't help but look at himself a few more times.

As he was looking, he seemed to notice something from three days ago, and he looked up suddenly.

Hoffa immediately retreated into the ghost walk, avoiding his gaze. But the other self didn't give up, he got up and went to the window, looking out in wonder.

Then, just through a wall, my head poked out from behind the window two days ago, and at this moment, there was a sharp pain in my arm, and the sharp pain was like a sharp knife cutting through flesh.

He rolled up his sleeves and looked.

The entire middle piece of the forearm turned into crystals.

Not only that, but there was a faint pain in his lower abdomen, thighs, and many places, even if he didn't look at it, Hoffa knew it. The time flare is expanding on himself, and he is becoming more and more illogical.

Although he didn't know what would happen if he jumped out now, he estimated that if he was seen by himself, the flare would swallow him in an instant.

It's too sinister.

Hoffa gritted his teeth and leaned against the wall, not daring to come out.

He thought to himself, it was also a time change, why the future Harry and Hermione did not have to bear any side effects, and he was like a beast that drank blood, suffering direct damage from the laws of the world.

Two days ago, Hoffa looked around for a moment, but saw nothing, so he returned to his place and wrote and painted. In the process, he did not dare to move.

About five minutes passed, until the drizzle soaked his body and there was a knock on the door of the room.

He looked sideways slightly, only to see his self two days ago stand up and open the door.

Covered in rain, Noble walked into the room: "It's damn weather, it's raining endlessly. ”

He complained loudly, he took off his rubber boots and poured rain out.

"Is anyone coming?"

Two days ago, Hoffa asked while locking the door while holding the woven bag.

"Nope. ”

Noble picked up a jug of water, poured it down, and then touched his mouth: "Don't lock the door, we'll go out later." ”

"What's the matter?"

"There's something to deal with. ”

"Merlin's beard, are you really determined to learn alchemy?"

"Where did you just go, and it took so long to buy supplies?"

"Eastside, I took a job. ”

"Or are I still us?"

"We, we. ”

The two were talking in the room, and Hoffa was scratching his heart and liver outside, he had never thought Noble was so verbose before. You know, every second that passes, your body is one step closer to disintegrating.

"Durant, the wolf of the East End?

"That's right, the idiot who stole our weapons. He knew I was looking for him all the time and wanted to strike first. ”

"He's pretty smart. ”

"It's clever, but it's too imprudent. You know, this time he was pulled by the tail by me, and in March of this year, he bought a bar in the East End for women who had escaped from the Jewish Quarter. ”

"So what are you waiting for, let's go. ”

Finally, Noble and Hoffa in the house finished talking, and the two packed up their equipment and led the door away.

As soon as they left, Hoffa outside breathed a sigh of relief, he opened the window, and jumped in from the outside without even shivering the rain.

Walk briskly to the desk, open the drawer and rummage through it. Soon, he found two spare tubes of mana recovery potions in his pocket, hurried through the window, and walked out.

Steal your own stuff yourself.

Hoffa thought to himself, how crazy it was.

When passing by the factory, several workers raised their heads in confusion and stared at Hoffa who was hurrying by. Sensing their gaze, Hoffa immediately flashed into the shadows, and he thought to himself that he was walking on his front foot, and an identical creature appeared on his back foot, and these workers must have survived.

Anyway, now that I've got the potion, I can return to my own time and space as long as I give Chloe the potion.

But when Hoffa hurried back to the canopy that separated him from Chloe, the nun was nowhere to be found.

This guy, where did he go?

He looked around on tiptoe in some confusion, but instead of seeing Chloe, he saw an extra colorful gasoline mark in the rain.

There are cars parked here.

This detail made him feel a little uncomfortable.

At the same time, he flashed back to the image he had seen two days earlier, when he saw a woman in the rain with her mouth covered and stuffed into a car.

The flashback was like a powerful signal light, igniting his adrenaline, and he secretly said that something was wrong.

Oops! It turned out to be her!

I didn't think much about it at the time, but now I know what happened.

He jumped on the street sign more than ten meters high and looked into the distance. Sure enough, he saw the tail lights of the car in the rain in the distance, and it was almost gone.

At the same time, he flashed back to the image he had seen two days earlier, when he saw a woman in the rain with her mouth covered and stuffed into a car.

The flashback was like a powerful signal light, igniting his adrenaline, and he secretly said that something was wrong.

Oops! It turned out to be her!

I didn't think much about it at the time, but now I know what happened.

He jumped on the street sign more than ten meters high and looked into the distance.

Sure enough, he saw the tail lights of the car in the rain in the distance, and it was almost gone.

plopped, and the heart stopped beating a beat.

Fear strikes, like a forgotten old friend. Simple, primal fear. He had lived in peace for so long that he had almost forgotten this real fear. If Chloe had been captured, she would never have been able to find her within forty-eight hours.

What awaits oneself is only annihilation.