Throughout my life, there is some invisible temptation that captivates my mind.

He looked back at Chloe, who was putting on makeup by the mirror, and was a little confused. If he went out, what if she was kidnapped by someone else?

But seeing Chloe getting uglier and uglier, almost beyond recognition, he felt that there should be nothing wrong with her. Even his own mother wouldn't be able to recognize her with this look.

Anyway, he wanted to try it.

He found a suit for himself in the dressing room that was worn by a bartender. The suit was not in his size, so it was a little baggy after putting it on.

"Chloe."

Hoffa called her.

"what?"

"I'm going out for a while and I'll be back in a while."

"Why are you going?"

"Go to the toilet."

Hoffa said casually.

After putting on his clothes, he went straight to the second floor of the bar. He remembered that Durant had eaten in a certain room on the second floor.

But when he got to the second floor, Hoffa found that the rooms here were so densely packed that it was impossible to tell which one was which.

He rushed up the stairs on the right. Under his feet was the unpainted mottled wooden floor. There were some identical doors on both sides of the corridor, and there were cramped office cubicles inside. One of the doors was open, and there was a European man wearing a black sleeveless T-shirt.

The girl was passionately hugging a tattooed man and kissing her in the corner, and the man's palms were roaming around her chest.

Sensing the noise, their lips parted. The man looked at the ignorant guy threateningly, as if telling him to get out of here with his eyes.

"Don't stay up there too long."

The moment they passed each other, Hoffa reminded him.

Then he left the sight of the two of them and ran towards the end of the corridor. The last two doors were closed tightly and should have been locked. He turned around suddenly and kicked the innermost metal blue painted door with the sole of his shoe.

The door opened with a bang, the door frame shattered, and cheap hardware fell. It was dark inside. There was a light on in the alley behind the bar. The light filtered in through the soot-stained plastic window. He saw snake-like antlers protruding from the wall of the room.

and a glass mirror. There was nothing but a pile of discarded food boxes and an electric fan with no blades.

At this time, he heard a noise coming from the next room, and he immediately retreated and turned the corner of the corridor.

However, he saw a familiar figure looking around from room to room in the corridor.

It was Noble, and he was also looking for Durant at this time.

Hoffa's heart skipped a beat, and he realized that "he" was sitting downstairs now. If he saw him, how would he explain himself?

Seeing Norbert turning to look at him, he grasped the transparent plastic handle of a door on the right with both hands, pushed his shoulders inward, and entered the room with a cracking sound.

The door slammed shut.

However, he was still a step too late. His iconic hair and body shape still made Noble recognize him at a glance from across the corridor.

"Hoffa?"

A probing voice came from outside the door, "Didn't I ask you to wait for me down below?"

The sound came through the door, and Hoffa leaned against the door, thinking to himself that this old guy has sharp eyes.

Norbert stood there for a while and saw no answer, so he asked again: "Is it you? Why did you change your clothes?"

"It's me."

Through the door, Hoffa answered, his heart pounding.

"I got my clothes wet downstairs, come up and change them."

He didn't care about being discovered, so he told nonsense.

"You...are you changing clothes in there?"

Norbert was suspicious.

"Yes, aren't you looking for Durant? Have you found him?"

"No... there are a lot of strange rooms in here. Do you want to come out and look for them with me?"

"No, that's your job!"

Hoffa gritted his teeth and said.

"Okay...okay...you really don't want to come out?"

"Can you go over first? I'll find you later."

The people outside were silent for a while, and Hoffa could feel that he had not left. This made him want to go crazy.

"What are you doing?" Hoffa asked through the wall.

"I...I was thinking about something."

"What's the matter? Tell me quickly."

"Are you really alone in there?"

"Nonsense, if it's not just one person, is there someone else?"

"All right."

The people outside breathed a sigh of relief, "Then you can change. Remember to come out early after changing."

After saying that, the footsteps faded away.

Norbert left.

Hoffa breathed a sigh of relief. At this time, he sensed that there were three people in the room he was in, and there was a bad smell in the air.

Sniff sniff.....

His expression changed and he turned around like lightning.

There are many wooden cubicles in this room, the floor is damp, and there are many advertisements and *** recruitment flyers on the walls like psoriasis. The only problem is that something is missing.

Squeak!

The wooden door of a small cubicle opened, and a dancer stuck her head out and explained the problem to him.

"Sir, this is the women's bathroom."

On the sign on the wooden door, there was a simple symbol of wearing a skirt. Hoffa's eyes turned away from the symbol.

"oh."

He nodded calmly, opened the door and came out, like a gentleman. When he rounded the corner, he covered his face and let out a long sigh.

"sky......"

Damn it, no wonder Norbert talked outside the door for so long. God knows what that guy was thinking.

Arm soreness worsens.

He rolled up his sleeves and took a look.

Huh, the entire forearm almost seemed to have evaporated and became transparent. If it weren't for the vague sight of blood vessels and bones inside, he almost suspected that he no longer had a hand.

He gradually understood that the more things he did at this time, the faster he would disintegrate.

At this time, a roar came from far away.

That's Durant's howl.

Norbert found his room.

Hoffa stood up silently, wasting too much time, and it was pointless to look for Durant now. This attempt was a complete failure.

...

...

Returning to the dressing room again, Chloe has become the ugly girl she was when they first met. However, at this moment, she was hiding under the dressing room table and shivering. She saw her looking up, wearing a pair of smoky makeup.

Lilac eyes, like a frightened mole.

Hoffa squatted down: "What's wrong with you?"

"What are you doing outside? I heard gunshots and saw a werewolf."

"It doesn't matter."

Hoffa said softly, "It's just a little commotion, let's go."

"I also saw you."

"It was me two days ago. I was working."

"What kind of job do you do that is so violent?"

"Those are necessary means, and I personally don't like them."

Hoffa said.
To be continued...