After a long and painful day, Hoffa got up from the ground. He picked up the glass ball containing the Nightmare God and two black and green mistletoes. He opened the door and walked back to the heights of the turret.

go.

Night fell again, and he felt like a fish in water. The three-ring scar on his chest was as bright as fire. Not only did all the wounds heal in an instant, but his energy became extremely full. But this time, he did not dare to take any chances.

For some reason, Mance didn't come to stop him when he was fighting Tom. He didn't believe that his transformation technique could trap him for half a day, and this short calm was more like the calm before the storm to him.

, extremely disturbing.

There was no one in the dark turrets and cabins. The only sound was the slight crackle of his feet on the ground. If it were any other time, he would be happy to be in such an environment. After all, it was night and

Darkness is an excellent protection for him.

But after all, he had seen a strange scene of four Mances acting together a few hours ago. Now that there was no one here, he became more and more worried. He was worried that he would meet a group of Mances at the next corner, and then turn the time to

daytime.

As if to confirm his thoughts, just when he walked to the cabin corridor on the third floor of the deck where soldiers used to rest, a little girl's head poked out of the small room. She had two small braids and looked like

Very cute.

Hoffa immediately stopped moving, and even though his figure blurred and disappeared into the corridor, he would rather it was Mance who rushed out, rather than encounter anything beyond his expectations.

After a while, another little boy's head popped out of another room, and they stared curiously at the place where Hoffa's phantom disappeared.

"I heard a voice, is it you, big brother?" the little boy asked, his timid voice echoing in the empty corridor.

Hoffa, who was fully vigilant, saw the appearance of the two men clearly and appeared in shock.

"You are..." He squatted down and took a closer look. This was one of the children that Chloe took away from France.

"Why are you here? It's very dangerous here."

Hoffa quickly looked around and whispered: "Hurry up and find a place to hide."

The little boy shook his head and got out of the small room. Hoffa guessed that they had been hiding under the soldier's bed.

"Mr. Officer has left," the little boy said. "He left an hour ago. We don't know where he went."

"Mr. Officer?" Hoffa's eyes widened and he was a little surprised: "Are you talking about Mance Muller?"

"Well, that's his name." The little girl bumped the boy's shoulder unhappily: "Why did you call him sir? You are so respectful."

"He is very nice. He gives me sweets every day when he is with us." The little boy said honestly.

"Bah, is it good to give you candy? He is a bad guy at first sight. You sold him and you still counted the money for him!" The little girl knocked the little boy on the head.

The little boy covered his head in frustration.

Before he had time to think about why the little boy called Mance sir, Hoffa immediately thought of Chloe. Could it be that while he was waiting for dark, Mance took Chloe away? Damn it, why was he so fast?

slow!

"Hey, have you seen the nun?" He squatted down and held the little boy's shoulders and asked.

The little boy touched Hoffa's arm sensibly and comforted: "Don't worry, sister Chloe is fine. She is waiting for you, but she can't move, so you have to help her."

Didn't the nun be taken away? Hoffa breathed a sigh of relief, and he quickly touched the little boy's head.

"Then gather all your people and I will take you out. Let's get out of here quickly."

"No, Sister Sister has no way of seeing you."

The little girl on the side suddenly said.

"Why?"

Hoffa was a little confused for a moment. The little boy just said that Chloe was waiting for him, but why did the little girl say that Chloe couldn't see him?

"Do you have anything to give us?" The little girl stretched out her hand and looked at him without blinking.

"What do I have for you?" Hoffa looked at the little girl in confusion.

"I can't tell you." the little girl said, still holding out her hands, her expression a little more cunning than the boy next to her.

"Say what you have to say, why bother?" Hoffa frowned and pinched her cheek. The hand was soft, and she pouted her mouth unhappily, looking like an angry little pufferfish.

"Forget it." Hoffa crossed his arms and said, "I don't have candy, take me to see Chloe."

The little girl retracted her palm and shrugged. "Then forget it. Anyway, if you think about it clearly, you can give it to us at any time, but you can't do it after getting out of this ship."

She emphasized the word "think clearly" very seriously.

Looking at the mysterious looks of these two children, Hoffa was thoughtful. He narrowed his eyes and asked, "Let's not talk about this mess. Where are the others? Why are you two alone? I remember when I brought them from France

There are more than a dozen children who came back."

"Oh, they are..." The little boy answered his question subconsciously, but the little girl suddenly covered his mouth.

I saw the little girl raising a finger to the little boy's mouth: "Shh! You can't say it, it won't work if you say it."

The little boy who looked quite honest was a little scared, so he nodded vigorously and said with a serious face, "Okay, I won't say anything."

The little girl flicked her hair and hooked her white little finger at Hoffa, "Let's go, I'll take you to see Sister Chloe."

Then, hand in hand, they ran forward along the empty stairs. Hoffa ran behind the two children, his head turning rapidly. He felt that he vaguely knew something, but he did not dare to confirm it.

The path he and the female vampire took before had been completely destroyed due to fierce fighting. The little girl and boy took Hoffa up another staircase to the turret. They must have stayed here for a long time and were very familiar with it.

Ripe.

Reaching the top floor, Hoffa stood in front of the room where Chloe's blood was drawn again. He still remembered that he had seen the vision of Grindelwald here.

The little girl said, "We sent you here."

"Where are you going?" Hoffa asked.

"It has nothing to do with you." the little girl said.

Hoffa frowned and said unhappy, "Hey, children should listen to adults and don't run around!"

"You're not much older than us."

The little girl stuck out her tongue and her expression became serious again: "Please remember, big brother, everyone's life depends on your speechlessness."

After saying that, she pushed Hoffa, and she pulled the little boy and ran down another dark staircase, disappearing into the depths of the dark and complex battleship.

"Hello!"

Hoffa was lying on the floor of the stairs, and it was neither a matter of pursuit nor a pursuit.

When he was wondering where the little boy and girl had gone, a cry for help came from the room at the top of the turret: "Can anyone hear it? Can anyone hear it?"

That was Chloe's voice. Hoffa quickly put aside the matter of the little boy and the little girl and hurried into the room where Chloe's blood was drawn.

The room is the same as before, except that the strange hazy circle of smoke is gone. Everything can be seen clearly, including countless ticking instrument dials, weird blood-drawing machines, cold and ferocious steel seats, and people sitting on the chairs.

The pale nun appeared, except for the figure of Mansido.

The stone in his heart fell to the ground. He walked up quickly and pulled out all the tools restraining Chloe. She collapsed softly, her arms were weakly placed on Hoffa's neck, and her head was close to hers.

on Hoffa's shoulders.

"Are you okay?" Her voice was almost inaudible, but her first thing was to care about others.

"I'm fine." Hoffa was sad. He felt as if he had forgotten something he didn't want to forget. He patted Chloe on the back and said, "Hold on, I'll take you back."

"Mance is out, we have to stop him." The nun's breath became a little disordered, "He... he took away my blood, which will... completely disrupt all the order of this time and space..."

"Does it have to be now?" Hoffa pushed Chloe away from his shoulders and looked at her worriedly. There was no blood on her face, and even her lips were white.

"Only now, we only have one chance. If we wait until daytime..." She looked into Hoffa's eyes, pursed her lips tightly, and stopped talking.

"Chloe?"

"Chloe..."

He called the nun twice, but she didn't answer. She just stared at him with big eyes. There were too many unexplainable meanings in her eyes, which seemed to be a plea, a hint, and a deep fear.

Hoffa looked around and saw that there was no one around him. But there was still a biting chill that was breathtaking. He had experienced this feeling once when he was surrounded by four Mans at the same time. It was a kind of inescapable blanket.

There is a sense of voyeurism, as if no matter what you do, you can't escape the fate of being scrutinized, and there is no privacy at all.

At this moment, some kind of Ravenclaw-specific intuition arose in his mind, and he seemed to be back in Hogwarts, in front of the common room in the tall dark tower of Ravenclaw.

There, every time before entering the common room, the eagle ring will ask him a riddle. Only those who can guess the eagle ring riddle can finally enter the Ravenclaw common room. There is also a hidden secret here.

It's a riddle, but the person who created it is unknown.

All lives are in my silence...

Thinking of the two weird little boys and girls, and looking at the weird appearance of the nun in front of him, Hoffa closed his eyes and wondered what they were talking about.

"Where are those kids?" After a few seconds, he opened his eyes and asked pretending to be relaxed.

"They are locked up. When I recover a little and can walk, I will release them," the nun said.

"So that's it..." He nodded, "I understand. In fact, I think so too. I'm just afraid that your body won't be able to hold on."

"I'm healthy," the nun said stubbornly.

"I know."

Hoffa tried to pull her up, but found that her legs were hanging on his shoulders as soon as she bent them, making it impossible for her to walk upright. He had no choice but to hold her thighs and carry her up.
To be continued...