The narrow corridor didn't last long, and an upward staircase appeared in front of it, and at the top of the staircase was an iron lid that could be opened and closed. The three of them pushed open the iron cover and stood out of the tunnel, and the fire flashed behind them. The lid slammed shut.

The three of them couldn't say a word in the billowing smoke, and the ground was littered with cinders and ashes. They were huddled in a fireplace. The three of them crawled out of the fireplace and threw themselves on the smooth floor, coughing violently.

Before he had time to rest, Hoffa returned to the fireplace and pulled the iron lid at the bottom of the fireplace, fearing that the nightmare Anker would come out of it. But after pulling it for a while, I found that the iron cover was actually welded and couldn't be opened at all.

Nightmare Anker didn't catch up, and after the iron lid was closed, his frantic voice disappeared. He breathed a sigh of relief, and collapsed limply, tired and spinning, not wanting to think about the cause anymore.

A world of absurd nightmares, where any rules are twisted.

The silence lasted less than a minute, and suppressed laughter could be heard around him.

"Hahahaha...."

Turning his head, Aldo was lying on the ground, coughing tears about to fall, but he looked at the top of his head and couldn't stop laughing.

As soon as Hoffa touched the top of his head, his face became extremely ugly. The nightmare Anker actually raised his fever in half, and he didn't have to think about it, he must have looked extremely funny.

"Hahaha....."

He's still laughing.

Hoffa forced himself to get up and kicked Aldo in the chest, knocking him to the ground, "Laugh at your father!?"

Aldo stopped laughing, he lay on the ground like mud, and began to choke again: "What's the point of going out without Ankel..."

"You love him so much, go down and bury him. Hoffa said in disgust, he was in a terrible mood.

"Love him, no one hates him more than me, arrogant, arrogant, cold, but he's a descendant of the upper echelons of the guild, and if something happens, it's definitely on my head. Aldo said bitterly, tearing at his hair.

Looking at his leper dog posture, Hoffa sighed and didn't want to say anything more.

Survival during World War II was not easy for anyone.

Look at Chloe again, she's sitting on the ground, she's not laughing, she's not crying. Instead, he stared at the ceiling with a blank expression.

He followed Chloe's eyes and saw the painted Virgin Mary on the ceiling, the cross of Jesus hanging on the wall, and the empty white beds and iron frames on the floor, like the infusion hall of a hospital.

He chuckled in his heart, where the is this ......?

There was footsteps behind him.

Chloe lowered her head and looked behind Hoffa.

A strange man said in surprise, "Chloe, why did you get so dirty and fall into the fireplace?"

Hearing the voice, Hoffa turned his head and saw that the person who came was a middle-aged man dressed in priest's clothes, he had a neat black beard, medium height, and his arms were caged in his sleeves, which looked quite elegant.

Hoffa looked at Chloe: "Is this your dream?"

Chloe bit her lower lip and clenched her fists into silence.

The old priest walked up to the three of them, "You... Who is it?" he looked at Hofa's head, half of his hair burned by the flames, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

Hoffa and Aldo didn't have time to answer.

Footsteps were heard again in the distance, this time thin and dense, apparently more than one person.

The door was pushed open and a group of nuns approached. The nuns, dressed in meticulous black and white and turbans, looked to be about the same age as Chloe, except for the one in the lead.

It was a middle-aged nun with neat hair in a neat bun, she was plainly dressed, tall, with a pair of green phoenix eyes, and she looked very charming. However, the restlessness and restlessness on her face reminded Hoffa of the little widow Mary he had once met.

"What's going on, Lemay, how did you get into this and who did you fight with?"

She looked at Hoffa and Aldo, who were standing beside Lemay, and asked, "Hey, did you make her like this?"

Chloe shook her head.

The young nuns behind her also noticed Hoffa's half-bald head and covered their mouths and snickered, much to his displeasure. It's okay to be ridiculed by Aldo, and now she has to be ridiculed by Chloe's subconscious, obviously because she became what she is now.

"Your friend?" the middle-aged priest raised his hand to stop the nuns from snickering, he seemed to be a little better talkative than the middle-aged nun.

Chloe nodded.

The priest breathed a sigh of relief and said to the middle-aged nun in the lead, "Sanisa, don't get excited, these two don't look like bad people. ”

"I don't see that he's a good person. The middle-aged nun's attitude did not soften, she said solemnly: "Anyway, the monastery is about to have a curfew, if you have something to consult or want to pray for repentance, come back tomorrow." ”

She couldn't help but pull Chloe up from the ground, "As far as you have the most to do, why don't you go and wash this layer of soot quickly, you won't want to pray so dirty." ”

"No, no. She said hoarsely.

"Then go quickly. She pinched the silk scarf and frowned and nudged Chloe's back.

Chloe pointed at Hoffa, "Sannessa, he's my friend, can you keep him here?"

"Oh dear, what are you talking about. This is a convent, how can you take in men at night. Besides, these two people don't need treatment. There's no reason to stay here. ”

Hoffa couldn't help but ask, "Where are you going for us?"

"Go back where you came from, wait, what's going on with your head?" the middle-aged nun frowned, as if she had just seen the half-bald head.

"The barber has a grudge against me. Hoffa said.

The corners of the middle-aged nun's mouth twitched, a pair of phoenix eyes narrowed into a sharp arc, and she said in an indisputable tone: "Don't be poor, go back, don't let your family worry about it so late." ”

With that, she pulled Chloe into the depths of the monastery.

"Wait......" Hoffa wanted Chloe not to go.

In exchange, the middle-aged woman looked back dissatisfied.

"What else do you want to do?"

Hoffa's hand dangling in the air slowly retracted, "Can you let me speak to Chloe alone?"

The middle-aged nun gave him a stern look and coughed, "You can say whatever you want, but under the light of the Lord, everything is transparent." ”

She pressed Chloe's shoulder, not letting her move. Everyone looked over, the middle-aged priest, Aldo, and the group of young choir nuns. They seemed curious what he would say.

Don't let whispers, it's really a strict subconscious. Hoffa sighed, looking at Chloe's pale face and helpless eyes, knowing that her spirit was exhausted from the nightmare.

"What to do—" her lips squirmed a few words.

"Don't be physical unless you have to. ”

Under the gaze of his subconscious, he admonished in code.

......

......

The night in Paris is as dark as ever.

Pedestrians on the road came and went, but most of those who saw his strange hairstyle covered their mouths and snickered and hurried by.

Hoffa stood at the gate of the Abbey of Tykar, looking at the towering Eiffel Tower in the distance. I thought that I was really a dog, and I couldn't run out of this place by myself. After Chloe was taken away by the Abbey, he and Aldo were also thrown out by the Abbey.

Aldo, who was on the side, suddenly coughed violently, covering his mouth, and a trace of clear liquid flowed from his fingers as he coughed.

After coughing, he said hoarsely: "Why did you just promise that woman to leave Miss Lemay alone inside, what if she encounters any danger?"

Hoffa: "You're worried about her?"

"After all, she saved me, in my dreams. ”

"I can't imagine that the ** wizard will have a conscience to discover one day. ”

"Probably, Mr. Bach did not bother to know about the honor of the German nation. ”

"I wish they all felt guilty like you. Dreams are about emotions, and I don't want to do anything that excites Lemay. Just because the nun won't let me in doesn't mean I can't sneak in. ”

"When are you going to... Ahem..."

He coughed violently again, spitting water as he coughed.

Hoffa pointed to his nose, "Is there anything wrong?"

"It's fine. He wiped his wet nose: "Maybe it's just a cold." ”

"Aldo, there is no future with Grindelwald. Hoffa said suddenly, looking at the lights in the distance: "Believe me, he doesn't care about the bullshit wizarding guild at all, let alone your life or death, the purpose of his life is to spread nothingness and pain in the world." ”

Aldo looked at him in amazement, "What are you talking about?"

"Compared to Anker, you have a bit of a conscience. Come with me to England, stay in Germany any longer, and sooner or later this little conscience of yours will be wiped out by the slaughter and the war. ”

"Didn't the British slaughter you? As if you were clean, when you killed Dominic, I didn't see you being a little soft. ”

"You can't tell the difference between good and bad?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't have a choice. ”

"You have a choice. ”

"Hmph, we're trapped in a nightmare, and it's hard to save our lives. He coughed again, and when he had finished coughing, he said, "If you can't get out, you're going to turn against me, and Mr. Bach is a master of Lord Grindelwald, and he really knows how to plan for a rainy day." ”

"What if I find a clue that will take you out of your dreams?"

Aldo stared at him with wide eyes.

Hoffa pressed his shoulder, "Aldo, do me need you to do me a favor?"

Aldo shook off his hand, "What are you going to do first?"

"I'm going to investigate something, maybe I'm going to be separated from you for a while, and while I'm away, I want you to help me protect Chloe Lemay, it shouldn't be difficult for you. ”

"You believe me?"

"It's a matter of life and death. Hoffa said solemnly: "I have some suspicions, about this nightmare, if you can help me protect Lemay, I have a seventy percent chance of taking you out of this strange place." ”

Aldo looked into Hoffa's eyes for a full ten seconds, and finally, he nodded.

Only this time, it was for Miss Lemay's sake. ”

Hoffa's expression was serious: "I don't know what will happen, but this nightmare will do everything possible to provoke human emotions, this is her dream, and before I come back, you must ensure that she is mentally stable." Can you do it, Aldo?"

"I try. ”

He said.