After everything was gone, Hoffa realized that he was standing at the door of the fire escape, holding the wooden handle in his hand, and had not moved from beginning to end. And in front of him was the filthy and filthy place.

In the dark red, foul-smelling and filthy ward, the old men lay on the iron shelves, they were skinny, their bodies were full of catheters, and they were motionless.

Next to their bed, there were also several nurses, far from being as clean as they had come from the illusion, and in the real world, their white clothes had not been washed for an unknown amount of time, completely soaked in red. Their faces were dirty and emaciated, and they had no look to speak of.

Hoffa quietly floated behind the nurses, they were replacing the internal organs of an old man, saying that it was replacing the internal organs, in fact, there was no medical common sense and precision operation at all, the thin and shriveled old man was lying on the bed, his chest cavity had been opened, and most of the organs inside were abnormally black and red, and they slowly squirmed, like a thin horse struggling with death.

The old man had a dense conduit hanging from his body, and an instrument was connected to it, and the instrument was constantly making a ticking sound.

The nurse held the organs and blood bags in her hands, and her eyes were numb, and she changed them to the old man.

Seeing Hoffa and Miller appear, they neither ran nor made a sound, but simply repeated what they were doing quietly and mechanically.

While Hoffa was watching, an old man's heart was shriveled and failing at a rate visible to the naked eye. Blackened, and even carbonized. The nurse slowly lowered a freshly beating heart into his chest.

"Is it okay to put the organs in like this, don't you need to match?"

In the quiet space, Hoffa asked lightly.

"Drugs suppress rejection and force these hearts to work. ”

The nurse replied in a low voice, submissive.

"Look, it grabbed the heart. ”

Following the nurse's fingers, a black-purple gas gushed out of the old man's broken veins, grabbing the heart like a tentacle. The heart throbbed violently, like a horse being whipped out.

Hoffa noticed that although the world here was completely different from the world in the illusion, the hanging bottle used by the old man had a small crystal tube that was exactly the same as the one in the illusion, and the lilac liquid in the crystal tube was slowly swirling, exuding an unpredictable meaning.

"What is this potion?" asked Hoffa.

"The blood of the world, that's what they call it. The nurse said numbly and calmly.

"Do you know what it is?" asked Hoffa again.

The nurse shook her head, "We don't know anything. ”

Hoffa: "How long have you been doing this?"

The nurses seemed to have been pricked by needles, and they shrank their heads and replied, "Three or three years."

"Three years, how many organs have you changed in three years?"

"I don't know, everyone changes one a day, sometimes it's two"

They muttered, their eyes numb in their eyes other than despair, and a great fear that lingered.

Looking at their appearance, Hoffa suddenly thought of the animals waiting to be slaughtered in the slaughterhouse, covered in excrement, although alive, but lifeless, and their eyes had lost their aura, like walking corpses.

"Why don't you run away?" asked Hoffa softly.

"There's no escape, it's locked down, and nothing is allowed in except organs and food. ”

Hoffa understood that such a cruel and ruthless thing could happen in this gorgeous city, which was suffocating.

"If you're going to kill us, hurry up" The nurses burst into tears, and they begged, "Don't ask, we don't know anything, we don't want this"

Hoffa looked at them in surprise.

"We're going to hell. ”

The nurse said, "Every day watching these bloody organs disappear from our hands, we all know that one day we will definitely go to hell, this land is so disgusting.

Hoffa was stunned, the nurse's words, though soft, were unmatched resolute, with a certain irreversible will in them, which shocked him as a wizard.

Miller stood up and said loudly: "What are these words! Since you are forced, you will run for your life, the fire escape has been opened, if you want to go, hurry up!"

Unexpectedly, the three nurses remained motionless, and they had no intention of escaping.

But Hoffa stopped Miller, he shook his head, and said: "We won't do this kind of thing, if you want to break it, you can make it yourself, it has nothing to do with me, if you want to break it, please go out and break it, I still have something to ask these people." ”

Miller looked at Hoffa in amazement, as if he had never known him before.

Hofa's indifference was terrifying, and the nurses rose from the bedside and streamed out of Hoffa. I don't know if I'm going to run for my life or if I'm going to cut myself off, but all this and Hoffa don't care. Dreaming for decades, he had realized that there were things he couldn't change.

"You're cold, Hoffa. Miller whispered beside Hoffa.

Hoffa didn't say anything, his fingers ran over the iron frame bed, and came to the old man's chest cavity opened, purple and black gas flowed in the organs in his chest, and the old man lay on the bed with a satisfied and happy smile, not knowing that he had already disemboweled.

"Ho-ho, ho-ho."

A violent tremor made Hoffa look away.

The old man on the other iron bed suddenly twitched, his chest fell together, and his arms kept twisting. Hoffa came to the twitching old man.

His body began to dry at a speed visible to the naked eye under the purple-black gas, the moisture decreased little by little, the bones protruded little by little, and he rolled his eyes, still with a satisfied smile on his face.

Drip!

Drip!

Drip!

Drip!

The instrument on the side quickly sounded an alarm, and there was even an audible prompt.

"Please replace the organs, please replace the organs, please replace the organs"

Naturally, Hoffa would not change his organs for him, he just stood silently and watched, after the old man twitched violently for a while, his skin and blood vessels turned pale little by little, they faded all the blood, and completely stuck to the bones, he went from violent convulsions to slight twitching until he was completely still, and it took less than three minutes. Eventually, when the alarm on the machine died down, he was completely shrunk into a small ball of bones, all several sizes smaller than the others.

"What is this, Slytherin's curse?" Miller murmured as he beside Hoffa.

"No, the Slytherin curse is very painful, and I think they are happy until they die. ”

Miller looked around with palpitations, "Oh my God, what the hell is going on in this place, and what is the monster in the illusion?"

"They're dreaming, those monsters, they're just fantasizing about protecting themselves. Lo and behold, that's what brought them into the dream world. ”

Hoffa removed the crystal tube from the dead old man's side, and this time he didn't touch it with his hands, but tugged at the tube to lift it up.

At this moment, another bed creaked and rattled.

However, this time it was not the old man who was shriveling and dying, it was an old man who looked a little younger, and I saw that the old man touched his head, sat up from the bed with a painful face, shook his head vigorously, and muttered non-stop.

Hoffa stared at the old man carefully for a moment, and realized that the crystal tube on his hanging bottle was empty.

After muttering for a while, the old man saw Hoffa and Miller standing aside, and asked, "Who are you?"

"Who are you?" asked Hoffa.

I'm Locklock Martin," the old man muttered, "Seems to be called this."

"Who is Lockmartin?" asked Hoffa.

The old man looked sluggish, and didn't seem to know who Lockmartin was.

Miller touched his chin and said, "I've heard of this man, he is the most famous arms dealer in North America and one of the largest oil producers in the world, but according to legend, he died in 1943, how could he be here." ”

The old man sitting on the bed suddenly realized, "Yes, yes, you reminded me, I'm the one who sells oil and munitions, but this is a damn place, it's a stench, a stench."

He remembered something, his expression suddenly changed from dazed to stern, and he scolded: "Nurse, damn, damn, nurse, where is my medicine!

However, the nurse was gone, and he didn't call anyone for a long time, and his eyes couldn't help but turn to Hoffa.

There was a deep longing on his dry face, and that longing burned in his eyes, reminding him of what he looked like when he was younger. Hoffa looked into those eyes and thought of Sylby.

"Hey, boy, what's that in your hand!?"

The old man noticed the lilac crystal tube in Hoffa's hand and stretched out his hand: "That's not your thing, give it back to me." ”

Hoffa took a step back: "Give it back to you, can you still move?"

The old man pounced on Hoffa, but fell directly to the ground because of his aging body. He lay on the ground, pounded the dirty floor in pain, and scolded: "Bastard, can't you let me, an old man, relive my youth, why are you so cruel, why are you so cruel?"

Huo Fa glanced at the crystal tube in his hand and said lightly: "You can also give it to you, but I have one condition." ”

"You say. The old man blurted out,

"How did you know the Half-Human King, tell me and I'll give it to you. Hoffa asked.

"Ah, you said that guy, I already knew him. The old man slowly got up from the ground: "I have known him since the nineteenth century. At that time, he used very advanced technology to cure his father's illness, which extended his life span by at least fifteen years. Later, when I got old, I also got sick, but this time, instead of treating me with those cold metals, he saved me with a living organ transplant. It was also at that time that he recommended this to me. ”

He pointed to the crystal tube in Hoffa's hand, revealing a look of longing: "Now, can you give it to me?"

"Well, this one."

Hoffa withdrew his hand and continued to ask, "What is the blood of the world?"

The old man shook his head irritably: "I don't know." But just take it and you can enter a whole new world. In that world, I don't grow old, in that world, I never die, in that world, unlike in reality, there are those intrigues and deceits, in that world, I am the supreme king. ”

"Snort. ”

Miller laughed, "Aren't you supreme in reality, so much money, such a high status? ”

"What's the use, what's the use!" the old man roared, and he pointed around, "Look what they did to me, what kind of place do you see where I live!? What do you know!? As long as I'm alive for a day!!, I can't do whatever I want!!, those damn jobs, papers, business, presidential orders, congressional connections, and the endless bickering of those two damned parties. Only in that place can I find peace! only in that place."

The old man could no longer restrain himself, and he stretched out his hand to Hoffa and pleaded, "Give it to me." ”

Hoffa was indifferent and continued to ask: "How much does the Centim King charge for providing you with the blood of the world!"

"You're not done! There are so many questions!!"

The old man roared with a twisted face.

Hoffa didn't move, and didn't blink an eyelid.

After a few heavy breaths, the old man had to relent, and said, "100 million pounds a year." ”

Hoffa asked, "How many members are there in the Half-Man Church?"

"Probably no less than a hundred. ”

"Do you pay for everything?"

"Yes, pay for it. ”

Hoffa's heart stopped beating a beat.

Miller has a relative: "Hoffa."

Hoffa asked, "Do you think we can start a company with 10 billion pounds a year?"

"That's got to be the level of all the goblins in Gringotts combined. ”

Miller said.

"Ah, that makes sense. ”

Hoffa muttered in a low voice, "Sylby sells these dying tycoons the potions that plunge them into dreams, so that they can have transcendent experiences that are far beyond reality. But these transcendent experiences require the support of the physical body. These senile rich people could not withstand the potion provided by the half-human king, so they had to collect fresh organs everywhere to keep their dream life going.

And Sylby took the dues paid by these rich people and recruited troops everywhere, hmph, no wonder he always had endless resources. I don't know how many more places like this there are in the world. ”

"I've told you everything I know, hey, hurry up and give me the potion!

The old man kept urging impatiently.

"Are you going to use this, now that there are no nurses around you, who will replace your organs?" Hoffa said lightly.

"You take care of me! Look at me like this! What's the difference between dying and dying, anyway, the time in there is infinite, that's my real hometown, hurry up! Give it to me, give it to me quickly!"

Miller couldn't stand it anymore, he immediately walked up to Lockmartin, lifted him up, and then with a wave of his hand, the bursting fire erupted, burning a large hole in the wall of the hospital, and he carried the old man to the burning hole, stretched him out, facing the height of dozens of floors.

"You want to die so much, just jump down and reopen it!"

Miller scoffed, "What kind of medicine?"

"No!!let me go!!let me go!!"

The old man was frightened at this moment, and he screamed: "I can give you money, I can give you money, you see, I have 5,000 acres of land in North America, and I still have a billion investment in planting in South America, and I still have an arms business and oil fields!

"Wow~"

Miller tilted his head and asked Hoffa, "Brother-in-law, what do you think, should we do it?"

Hoffa looked at the tycoon's longing eyes, and said lightly: "When I was the Minister of Magic in a nightmare, I encountered such a thing, saying that there is a house in a place that is very expensive, and everyone scolds the house in that place, but everyone wants the house in that place, and they have to buy it by breaking their heads and borrowing money, so the house in that place is getting more and more expensive in a scolding, the more expensive it is, the more scolding it is, the more expensive it is." Miller, do you know what I mean?"

Miller was stunned, this was the first time that Hoffa had taken the initiative to have a nightmare with him in advance.

"Well, I see. ”

After that, he smiled evilly and was about to let go.

As soon as his hand loosened slightly, Lockmartin screamed, kicked his legs frantically, and said, "Hey!!I know what you're trying to do, aren't you trying to trouble the half-human king?

Hoffa hooked his fingers, Miller threw him back in disgust, and the lightweight old man fell in front of Hoffa like a broken sack, his bones probably broken, and he kept wailing at Hofa's feet.

Hoffa slowly bent down and shook the crystal tube in front of the old man.

"Say, I'll go to them, and you'll be free. ”

Lockmartin, who was in extreme pain, looked at the crystal tube, and a face was reflected in the crystal tube, which was what he used to be, that was his young face, and he stretched out his hand stupidly, and said: "The rest of them are in Genoa, guarded by the most elite troops of the Half-Human King, and he once sent me an invitation to seek treatment from him.

As he spoke, he reached out to the crystal tube hanging in mid-air. And this time, Hoffa didn't stop him. When he touched the crystal tube, a satisfied smile immediately appeared on his face, and he held it in his hand, and the back of his thin hand was covered with green tendons like iron hooks.

"But it's all right, I'm going to wake up again.On the other side of the world, there is no such stinking reality, there is only the best gift for me. Ah.

His obsessive demon whispered, and then he pulled the stopper and swallowed the tube of lilac liquid in one gulp.

The crystal tube fell to the ground, tinkling and spinning.

Suddenly, he stood up. As if he had regained the majesty of his youth, Hoffa could not understand where the wizened old man had the strength. He quickly pulled Miller behind him and raised his cross sword to prevent the movement from happening.

But there was no other movement, and Lockmartin, who had drunk the blood of the world, spread his arms, and his body curled and contracted rapidly in a matter of seconds, like a pile of foam being thrown into an invisible flame, burning wildly.

In just a few seconds, he was burned from a living person to bones, and finally even the bones were burned to ashes and disappeared without a trace.

(End of chapter)