Chapter 209
He extended the hand and slowly tore off Chloe’s scar face.
Under the mask is a delicate and surprising face, about the same size as himself. Her pale skin was stretched on her cheekbones, her eyes were big, light purple, and she was buried deep in the empty eye sockets, her lips were bloodless, and the muscles around her were twitching constantly, so wilting.
In spite of this, Hoffa still found that behind her self-restrained painful appearance, the young girl’s body still had traces of her healthy life—she should have had an oval face before. She has fair skin, soft lips, and long soft burgundy hair.
"What did you do to her, did you poison her?"
Hoffa asked through the door.
"Poisoned? no no no. She forgot to take the medicine. We brought the medicine for her, nothing more."
Colon SS continued:
"I know you, Mr. Bach, and I also respect your teacher, the saint Grindelwald. So I will stop talking nonsense, and I advise you to leave her early. Otherwise, waiting for her magic power to run away, the consequence is not that you can I can bear it."
The name caused Hoffa, who was checking Chloe, to be unnamed. He took a few deep breaths before he barely suppressed his hatred.
He said with a sneer softly: "Can I bear the magic power runaway, do I need a muggle to remind me?"
There was silence for two seconds outside the door, and the colonel also said with a smile:
"I have seen many arrogant wizards, most of them died miserably."
Hoffa: "Then I must be the kind who can live well A few of them."
"Then let's wait and see, don't blame me for not reminding you."
After speaking calmly, the colonel of SS no longer talks to Hoffa.
But at the same time, a large number of soldiers surrounded the kitchen at the back of the hotel, and milk-white smoke penetrated from the corner of the door crack. The air smelled of bitter almonds.
poison qi .....
Hoffa's complexion changed, he slammed his nose, then rushed to Chloe in three steps, and he also covered it. Up her nose.
The situation took a turn for the worse. He didn't expect that these people would use poison qi. If he stayed in this empty room, he would have to be poisoned and unconscious.
"Do you have any idea?"
Hoffa asked tentatively.
Pattern!
Chloe grabbed Hoffa's wrist and lifted the head.
I saw her originally black eyes, which have now become pure white, just like cataracts. Those white eyes are dazed and helpless, but very weird. Hoffa's heart is inexplicably slight. After a pause, he seemed to have returned to the position where he was standing by the door and negotiating with Colonel SS.
But this illusion only lasted for less than 0.1 second, waiting for Hoffa to come back to his senses. He went back to Chloe again, pinching her nose.
"Go...keep away from me."
Chloe said: "Disapparation stay away from me."
Disapparation, Hoffa Gritting his teeth, he thought too, but he wouldn't.
"Stay away from me..."
Chloe repeated it, his voice getting lower and lower: "Don't get involved..."
"What did you say?"
Hoffa didn't hear clearly, he wanted to get closer to hear clearly.
However, Chloe didn't answer. She stared at her, her mouth opened wide, and an unknown liquid gleaming with fluorescence slowly rolled out of her pale eyes, as thick as blood.
With the silver liquid dripping to the ground. At this moment, the magic power in the room fluctuates to Peak.
Tick.
Fluttering smoke, fluttering hair, twisted muscles.
Everything stopped.
That is a weird feeling that Hoffa has never experienced before. The magic power of the other party contains the power of a certain law, which makes people unable to offer any room for resistance.
pa!
As if someone was pulling him vigorously behind his back, he fell back suddenly and flew backwards quickly. Vague colors and shapes flashed by, and his eardrums were swollen. He wanted to shout, but he couldn't hear his own voice.
He walks through a distorted light film, on both sides are shattered pictures that are constantly flashing. In those pictures there are castles, black lakes, Centaur leaping in the woods, and walking through the sky. Thunderbird, and later, Hoffa even saw a shiny silver hair. His heart is twisted like a knife, subconsciously extends the hand, wanting to touch the vague silhouette.
But the picture only lasted for less than one-tenth of a second, and then he felt his feet hit the solid ground, everything became clear again, he stopped spinning and shuttled, and fell heavily to the ground.
......
Boom! !
The sky is spinning.
......
The ground is cold, it's tiles with no temperature. Chloe was still panting and leaning against the corner, looking like nothing happened.
But the scent of onion in the air is extremely confusing.
The sound was introduced into his eardrums little by little, and his ears returned to work. It was the laughter of hehe haha. There is also the sound of a squeaky spatula and an iron pan colliding.
"Table three, bacon and cheese rolls."
"Table four, one potato salad."
"Hurry up and throw the trash at the door Click!"
Hoffa, a shivered, stood up suddenly and fumbled around on his body. After touching for a long time, there are no more parts or more organs.
In front of me is the back kitchen of the old-fashioned dinning hall, but now there are more than a dozen chefs and service sounds bustling in the back of this room, which is full of busy and crowded life.
At this moment, an apprentice carrying a black bag ready to take out the trash passed by Hoffa and saw him standing at the door of the kitchen, yelling: "Who are you, don't run into the kitchen!"
Speaking, he put his hand on the doorknob.
(The bullet hole in the door that was punched out by the ** officer is gone.)
Hoffa, a shivered, subconsciously blurted out: "Don't open the door!"
"Don't open the door?" The apprentice turned his nostrils.
"Don't open the door, eat the garbage! Go go go, don't hinder my work."
After that, he pushed Hoffa away impatiently, and opened the door decisively and casually , Went out to take out the trash.
Nothing happened.
Outside is the empty and dirty back alley of the dinning hall. There are only rows of green trash cans. There are no soldiers in groups, no colonel SS, and no dark witches, behind the hotel. The kitchen is just the back kitchen of the hotel.
"They're gone...?"
Hoffa turned around and said, wondering.
Chloe of look pale leaned in the corner, shivering, without a trace of blood on her face, when she heard Hoffa calling herself, she turned a deaf ear to it, and didn't mean anything happy, just slumped against the wall. Being silent is like a drug addict after withdrawal, and like a silly woman who is thrown away by a scumbag.
Hoffa tentatively walked up to her and looked at her carefully with the look of monsters. After making sure that there was no danger, he touched the other person's forehead.
It's cold and scary.
The surging and weird magic power fluctuation just now has disappeared, and now Chloe can't detect the slightest magic power fluctuation, like a muggle.
"How are you, can you still go?"
The other party is motionless.
Hoffa didn't know what happened, but looking at the young girl who looked like abandoned in front of him, he instinctively sympathized with each other.
In addition, he was afraid that those **wizards would go and return, he took Chloe’s arm, put her on his body, and limped away from the dinning hall. The chef came to the streets of Paris.
At this moment, the streets of Paris are still people coming, people going, and the traffic is endless. The Eiffel Tower in the distance stands tall in the sunset, and large leaves are lit by the afterglow of the setting sun. The flocks of birds hovering in the sky perches on the walkways, swinging vines, and suspension bridges like homecoming wanderers, chirp chirp twitter twitter everywhere, a peaceful atmosphere.
Standing on the street and watching the sunset, the faint sense of weirdness in Hoffa's heart became stronger. When they were locked in the room, it was almost noon, but now, it is close to evening. .
Is it because he was unconscious for more than three hours...
After thinking about it for a while, he didn't have any clues.
Only go on with Chloe.
While passing by a newsstand, he heard several muggles chatting worriedly on the side of the road.
"Three Jews in our community were arrested yesterday."
"Are you not a Jew, none of your business?"
"But they are all My neighbor, I can’t bear to..."
"Thinking too much, German soldiers all over the street, what else do you want to do?"
The Jews were arrested, Hoffa subconsciously turned to look at the newsstand.
Sure enough, there were several large texts in the newspapers---Jewish residents in Paris will be moved to a fixed gathering point before the 29th.
Hoffa stared at the typesetting for a few seconds, then picked up the newspaper and read it. This news roughly refers to some specific policies of France in persecuting Jews under German control.
He had heard this news on the radio a long time ago, but looking at it, Hoffa suddenly stood upside down and got goose bumps all over the floor.
After reading the newspaper, he began to check it quickly on the newsstand. After looking through it for a long time, he asked the boss of the newsstand.
"Excuse me, is this the latest newspaper today?"
"Which day's newspaper is not the latest newspaper?"
Baoting Boss smoking a cigarette , Said lazily with the legs resting on the table.
"What about the September 1st newspaper?"
Hoffa asked.
The newsstand boss poked his head out of an adult magazine in surprise: "What September 1st?"
"September 1st newspaper, today's newspaper."
Hoffa emphasized.
The newsstand boss spit out smoke rings: "Are you mental disorder, can you buy it?"
Hoffa put down the newspaper and shook his head.
"Then don’t interfere with my business here. Where can I get the September 1st newspaper on the 28th."
After that, he took out a feather duster, Annoyed with a few waves. "Go go go."
Avoiding the feather duster, Hoffa was not in the mood at the moment and the passersby were lower oneself to somebody's level. He dragged Chloe back a few steps in a trance, and leaned against the bench in the street. superior.
No.....No.....No, it’s already September 1st today. I was a little bit emotional because I didn’t go to school at this time. How could it be? August 28th.
He could no longer remain calm, and patted Chloe's face vigorously: "What's the situation?"
The patted Chloe shook his head and opened his eyes. He looked like a gossamer, weak.
But now Hoffa can't take much care of it, grabbing her shoulders and shaking her vigorously.
"Who the hell are you, where are we?"
"Don't shake...Don't shake..."
G Roy clutched his head and whispered in a low voice.
Hoffa released her hand. It took a while for Chloe to recover a little bit of energy. She glanced at her watch, sighed and said hoarsely: "Go back..."
"Go back? What are you talking about?"
"Go back in time, we are now two days ago."