Chapter 87
Hoffa pointed to the newspaper: "Is it related to the key?"
Both of them were silent.
"Say it!" Hoffa asked angrily.
Osivia said unceremoniously: "Leave it alone."
Hoffa turned his head and looked towards Silby, but Silby was expressionless. Sit in place, without saying a word.
Without any answer, Silby, who has been quite eloquent, seemed to suddenly become a boring bottle gourd.
Hoffa gritted her teeth and threw the newspaper aside.
There must be something, they knew, but he didn't know, he was curious, but at the same time he felt a hint of panic.
Wizard one after another was shot, what is the situation?
However, now is not the time to dwell on this.
After getting on the train, exhaustion began to rush to the brain continuously, both physically and mentally.
He began to meditate.
Hoffa must use the Meditation Method to restore magic power every time after Cho'gall’s conversion technique is used up, and the newly restored magic power will be converted into life to maintain the balance of the body.
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The train rumbling forward, not fast. The three dangled in the carriage.
Osivia has been studying newspapers, while Hoffa is meditating on the magic power lost by fighting and fleeing.
Four hours later, the sky gradually turned to evening.
The three people took a vintage train into the wilderness of Spain, here is the endless plain of Valencia.
The Valencia Plain is adjacent to the Mediterranean Sea. There are a lot of orange trees planted in the wilderness. Looking all the way, you can see jade green. Mixed with the setting sun, it is like a scene in an oil painting.
But no matter how beautiful the scenery is at this time, Hoffa is exhausted physically and mentally. After the meditation, he is rarely tired.
The reason is that he has not slept well for almost three days. In addition to driving frantically and fleeing all the way after being chased by the **, this kind of fatigue cannot be eliminated by the Meditation Method.
Finally, in the evening of the Valencia Plain, Hoffa leaned on the seat and fell asleep deeply.
As if not long after he fell asleep, he was awakened by a rapid gasp.
I opened my eyes, and it was pitch black before my eyes.
It turned out to be late at night.
There is an extremely suppressed ho ho sound in my ears.
Hoffa turned around, but was taken aback by the scene in front of her.
Silby's bloodshot eyes were staring at him.
In the dark carriage, he looks pale as paper. The wings of the nose opened and closed vigorously, and his lips bite tightly, as if he was trying to suppress his breathing.
Hoffa initially thought that he was pretending to be sick again, but a touch of his forehead showed that there was no temperature at all, but rather like a piece of ice.
This symptom is like a magic power overdraft, and then touch the other's heart, his heartbeat is very weak, as if swaying like a candle in the wind.
But then the breathing sound became more and more painful and difficult.
Hoffa immediately turned over and sat up, only to see Silby biting his lips and bleeding.
"Hello..."
"Hello..."
"What's wrong with you?"
Hoffa has no idea how to deal with this situation.
Silby didn't speak, but looked at Hoffa with wide-eyed eyes.
Something happened, Hoffa's secret path was not good, he immediately wanted to wake up Osivia who was sleeping in the single seat on the left.
But Silby looked at Hoffa pleadingly with bloodshot eyes.
"Don't..."
"Don't...I...boring..."
Silby gently squeezed a few words from between his teeth.
Boggy?
Hoffa feel a little bit more.
Indeed.
The many people in this carriage are now indeed full of a strong breath of carbon dioxide.
Without hesitation, Hoffa immediately took the trembling Silby into the wheelchair and quickly pushed it out all the way.
Finally, when Hoffa took him to the front section of the first-class carriage outside of the train, Silby breathed a little fresh air, which came from the exhaust fan above the first-class seat The breeze.
After coming here, Silby was still breathing in pain, but it was a little better than the tragic appearance before.
Seeing that he was still panting, Hoffa didn't stop doing it.
Take out the wand directly and transform it into a sharp sharp knife.
He directly inserted the sharp knife into the card slot on the glass window of the green leather train, and forcibly pried the glass open.
At this moment, fresh air with the fragrance of oranges poured in like a tide.
Silby’s pale hair was blown up by the wind, and his whole person was like a salted fish in the water, suddenly relaxed.
"Huh!"
"Huh!"
"Huh..."
Silby closes his eyes , Took a few breaths of fresh air greedily, and slowed down. He stopped moving, Hoffa put his fingers on his chest, and his heart gradually returned to its normal beating.
After a long time, he opened his eyes and muttered weakly.
"Thank you, Hoffa."
"Hmm." Hoffa looked at his watch. It was five o'clock in the morning. He slept for 12 hours. Heaven knows Silby. How long did you breathe in your seat.
"Can you push me closer, I want to blow more wind." Silby said.
Hoffa Yiyan moved his wheelchair closer to the window, and the night wind from the train lifted Sylby's hair, revealing his pale, sculptural face. For some reason, Hoffa sensed an inexplicable familiarity on his face.
In the car, the dim and old tungsten filament lamp crackled and flickered, and Silby's wheelchair slowly swayed with the body.
At this moment, the train is passing through the Spanish coastal city of Valencia. Outside the window, you can see the night view of Spanish cities like Floating Light Sweeping Shadow.
Old-fashioned street lamp, decadent poet lying by the river, musician sitting on the flowerbed, playing guitar. Couple cuddling on the bank of the river for warmth.
But soon, the train drove out of the city and re-entered the deserted wilderness.
Suddenly.
Silby turned his head and said to Hoffa, "Can you feel it?"
"What do you feel?" Hoffa asked.
"The decadence of this country's prosperity."
"I can't feel it." Hoffa said dryly.
"It is said that Spain after midnight is the real Spain. I didn't believe it before, but now it seems to be true."
Silby said in general.
Hoffa can't pick it up, he doesn't know Europe.
After a while, Hoffa asked, "What happened to you just now, what disease?"
"It’s not a disease, but sometimes, I feel like I’m It’s a zombie, a piece of frozen meat."
The train passed on a stone bridge, Silby looked at the river under the bridge, slowly said:
"Sometimes I feel I’m slowly decomposing in a wheelchair, and at the same time slowly growing. This contradictory illusion will bring great pain.
Although I have no sense of touch, my brain still feels pain. This is an abnormal physiological mechanism. Psychologists call this a phantom limb. Some people say that this pain is just a phantom pain. But I know that it is not the case. I am cursed."
Hoffa Not knowing how to pick up this stubble, instinctively, he tightly covered Silby's blanket.
"Are you sympathizing with me?" Silby asked suddenly.
Hoffa said softly: "No."
"Powerhouse does not need sympathy, this is our family motto." Silby said.
"But you need help, this is a fact." Hoffa said indifferently.
"If you want to help, there is a cigarette under the wheelchair. May I trouble you to take it out?"
Hoffa bent down, and there was a small compartment under the wheelchair. There are magazines, candy, medicine, and even a gun.
In the deepest part, Hoffa saw a silver cigarette case.
Open the cigarette case, there is white paper and shredded tobacco inside.
He hesitated for a moment, and still took out the blank paper: "How to do it?"
"Is there no cigarette class in Hogwarts?" Silby said with a smile.
"Does Beauxbatons?" Hoffa retorted.
"No, you can help me roll it."
Silby said.
Hoffa rolled for a long time. He didn't do it well after he hadn't touched cigarettes.
"Bring me up."
Silby stuck out his tongue and said.
Hoffa put the cigarette paper on his lips.
Silby licked the cigarette paper and motioned for Hoffa roll with his eyes.
Sure enough, he licked it like a layer of glue, and the cigarette paper was quickly rolled up firmly.
Hoffa polished the match and helped Silby put it on.
In the dark night, light up a little red light.
He took a deep intoxication and exhaled the white mist comfortably, but when Hoffa put the cigarette to his mouth, he shook his head and signaled that he didn't need it anymore.
Hoffa squeezed out the cigarette that he had only smoked.
Silby: "I was not born like this. At least 11 years ago, I was still able to run and jump."
Looking at the river, Silby missed it a bit. To say.
"Then why are you...?"
"My destiny has been cursed and sealed, and my family has also been cursed. This is a curse from the depths of history." Silby said.
"Is it related to the key Osivia found?" Hoffa asked.
Silby turned his head slowly and looked at Hoffa. It was a strange look at the expression.
Suddenly, he asked, "Would you like to be my secretary?"
"What?"
"When I was in Morocco, he said he could give You offer a long-term job. Would you like it?"
Hoffa thought of his proposal to quit school and go to work, shook the head: "I won't give up school."
Silby's bleak eyes became more dull.
"It's a pity, you are me..."
He didn't finish his words.
dong!!
The train shook heavily. It seemed that it had encountered some obstacle, and stopped slowly.
Hoffa looked at the deserted wilderness outside. At this moment, a touch of pink had appeared under the deep blue night in the distance, and dawn was coming.
Swap passengers?
But there is no station here.
Hoffa is a little wary. His spirit strength field quickly searches for the probability of other wizards within the scope of the carriage.
However, within a radius of fifty meters, he did not find any other wizard's spirit strength fields, except for the Osivia Senior Sister who was sleeping fifty meters away from him.
"What's the matter?" Hoffa opened his eyes and turned to ask Silby: "What's the situation?"
Silby shook his head and whispered: "I don't I know, but I pay you. If something happens, can you protect me?"
Hoffa didn't answer. Continue to open the spirit strength field to start vigilance.
At this time, the carriage shook, and it slammed on the rails again.
Hoffa, who has found nothing, opens her eyes and browses frowned.
Is it because I think too much?
At this time, the tungsten filament light in the empty carriage flickered, and an old woman pushing a small trailer slowly dangled from the aisle ding ding dong dong, ding ding dong dong.
She is very old and she walks very slowly. There is not the slightest fluctuation of magic power on the body.
Not a wizard.
It's just a muggle that sells early in the morning.
But for safety reasons, Hoffa slowly stood in front of Silby.
The old woman pushed the trolley zhi zhi and passed by.
When she passed the corridor, she saw Hoffa standing by the window. A smile with only a few teeth left.
"¿Quieresunpocodecomida?" (Would you like snacks?)
Hoffa couldn't understand what she was talking about, so he waved her hand and motioned her to leave.
"Esmuybarato." (very cheap)
"Tevaagustar." (you definitely like it)
old woman said a few more words and got it He kept digging through the snacks, and from time to time he took out bread or candy and dangled in front of Hoffa's eyes.
Hoffa frowned and waved.
Seeing that Hoffa always refused, she murmured a few words, then took back her own snacks, pushed her cart, opened the wooden door leading to the first-class carriage, zhi zhi quacked towards nothingness First class carriage for one person.
Seeing her leave, Hoffa's tight nerves slowed down.
Slightly relaxed.
At this moment, however, a breeze blew in from the window opened by the first carriage. The moving train passed a sharp bend.
Hoffa was caught off guard and twisted.
The body of the old woman is also crooked.
Her robes were blown by the wind. At this moment, Hoffa keenly saw that the arm of the old woman in front of her was glowing with metallic black and purple.
He suddenly felt something was wrong.
The old woman who had walked more than five meters away suddenly turned around, tilted her body, and drew two huge black pistols from the cart full of snacks like lightning, and aimed at Silby.
Hoffa's hair exploded behind his forehead.
He didn't even think wand wand suddenly turned into a huge silver shield. He one-knee kneels and blocked the shield in front of him.
dong!
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Fire tongue spit out.
At that instant, at least five or six bullets fell on the shield.
The sound of crashing and impact was endless. Hoffa hid behind the shield, her scalp numb.
Is the killer.
The gunfire stopped, Hoffa turned his head and looked towards Silby. He was sitting in a wheelchair at the moment, complexion pale, with a solemn expression.
He thoughts are revolving, thinking of the assassinated Raymond and the Minister of Magic who was shot. And the so-called key.
The other party may be coming for Sylby!
The shield slowly narrowed, but Hoffa couldn't see any silhouette through the gap in the shield.
The old woman pushing the cart disappeared in the carriage.
Only a cart is left on the ground.
Hoffa stood up slowly, and the shield changed back to wand. He dared not relax at all, his nerves tense to the extreme.
The squally wind outside the carriage blew the curtains, and Hoffa took two steps forward, inspecting the surroundings.
Two light sounds.
At this moment, there was a slight sound of footsteps from above the carriage.
Hoffa was shocked, and immediately raised his arm.
The exhaust fan was the first to smash down, and the one that followed closely from behind was a gray silhouette.
The gray-clothed old woman fell directly from the train's ventilation duct and hit Hoffa with a hard punch.
Her eyes are bright with dazzling red light.