The narrow corridor didn't last long. There was an upward ladder in front of it. The top of the ladder was an iron cover that could be opened and closed. The three pushed open the iron cover and stood out from the tunnel, with a flash of fire behind them. The iron lid slammed shut.

The three people choked by the thick smoke could not say a word, and the ground was covered with cinders and ashes. They were huddled in a fireplace. The three climbed out of the fireplace and fell on the smooth floor, coughing violently.

Before he had time to rest, Hoffa went back to the fireplace and pulled the iron cover under the fireplace. He was afraid that Michael would come out of it. But after pulling it for a while, I found that the iron cover was actually welded and could not be opened at all.

The nightmare ankel didn't catch up. After the iron lid was closed, his crazy voice disappeared. He was relieved and collapsed to the ground. He was so tired that he didn't want to think about the reason any more.

In the absurd nightmare world, any rule is distorted.

The silence lasted less than a minute, and suppressed laughter came from around.

"Ha ha ha..."

when he looked around, Aldo was lying on the ground, coughing tears were about to flow down, but he looked at his head and couldn't stop laughing.

Hoffa felt his head and his face became very ugly. Nightmares ankel actually burned his hair convex half, don't think about it, he must look very funny.

"Ha ha ha..."

he is still laughing.

Hoffa forced himself to get up, kicked Aldo in the chest, kicked him to the ground, "laugh at your father!"

Aldo stopped laughing. He lay on the ground like mud and began to sob again: "without ankel, what's the point of going out..."

"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 I do. He is arrogant, arrogant and cold-blooded, but he is a descendant of the high-level members of the association. If anything happens, it must be on me. " Aldo said bitterly, tearing his hair.

Looking at his dog's posture, Hoffa sighed and said nothing more.

No one is easy to survive in World War II.

Look at Chloe. She's sitting on the floor. She doesn't laugh or cry. But looking at the ceiling with a dull face.

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

He thought, where the hell is this?

Behind him came the sound of footsteps.

Chloe lowered his head and looked behind Hoffa.

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

Hearing the sound, Hoffa turned and saw that the man was a middle-aged man in priest's clothes. He had a neat black beard, medium height, arms caged in his sleeves, and looked quite elegant.

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

Chloe clenched his lower lip and clenched his fist.

The old priest came up to the three. "Who are you?" He looked at Hoffa's head, half burned by the fire, and the corners of his mouth kept twitching.

Hoffa and Aldo have yet to respond.

In the distance came the sound of footsteps. This time, the sound of footsteps was fine and dense, obviously more than one person.

The door was pushed open and a group of nuns came. The nuns, in their scrupulous black-and-white suits and headscarves, all looked about Chloe's age, except for the leader.

It was a middle-aged nun in a neat bun. She was dressed plainly, tall, with a pair of green phoenix eyes, and had a great charm. However, the anxiety and uneasiness on her face made Hoffa think of the little widow Mary she had met.

"What's going on, lemme? How did you get this look? Who did you fight with?"

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

Chloe shook his head.

The young nuns behind her also noticed Hoffa's half bald head and chuckled one by one, which made him very unhappy. Even if he is ridiculed by Aldo, now he has to be ridiculed by Chloe's subconscious. It's clear that he has become what he is for them.

"Your friend?" The middle-aged priest raised his hand to stop the nuns from snickering. He seemed to speak better than the middle-aged nuns.

Chloe nodded.

The priest breathed a sigh of relief and said to the leading middle-aged nun, "sanissa, don't get excited. These two don't look like bad guys."

"I don't see it as a good person." The middle-aged nun's attitude was not relaxed. She said solemnly: "anyway, the monastery is going to be curfew soon. If you have any consultation or want to pray and repent, come back tomorrow."

She couldn't help but pull Chloe up from the ground. "If you don't wash this layer of ash quickly, you don't want to pray so dirty.""No, it's not." She said hoarsely.

"Then go." She pushed Chloe's back with a frown in her scarf.

Chloe pointed to Hoffa. "Shanesha, he's my friend. Can you keep him here?"

"Oh, honey, what are you talking about. This is the nunnery. How can we take in men at night. Besides, these two don't need treatment. There is no reason to stay here

Hoffa couldn't help asking, "where do you want us to go?"

"Go back where you come from. Wait. What's the matter with your head?" The middle-aged nun frowned as if she had just seen the half bald head.

"The barber and I have a grudge." Said Hoffa.

Middle aged nun mouth twitch, a pair of Phoenix eyes narrowed into a sharp radian, she said with an indisputable tone: "don't talk, go back, so late don't let your family worry."

With that, she took Chloe to the depths of the monastery.

"Wait..." Hoffa wanted Chloe to stay.

In exchange for the dissatisfied look back of middle-aged women.

"What else do you want to do?"

Hoffa's hanging hand slowly drew back. "Can you let Chloe and I have a word alone?"

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

She held Chloe's shoulder and didn't let her move. Everyone looked at it, the middle-aged priest, Aldo, and the young choir nuns. They seemed curious about what he would say.

It's a strict subconscious to keep quiet. Hoffa sighed, looked at Chloe's pale face and helpless eyes, and realized that her spirit had been exhausted by this nightmare.

"What to do..." her lips wriggled out a few words.

"Don't try to be a real person if you don't have to."

Under the subconscious gaze, he said in a whisper.

...

...

the night in Paris is as it used to be.

The passers-by on the road came and went, and most of those who saw his strange hairstyle covered their mouths and chuckled.

Hoffa stood in front of the monastery of taikal, looking at the towering Eiffel Tower in the distance. I think I'm a dog. I can't run out of this place. After Chloe was taken away by the people of the monastery, he and Aldo were also left outside by the people of the monastery.

Aldo suddenly coughed violently. He covered his mouth and coughed while pouring out a little transparent liquid from his fingers.

After coughing, he said hoarsely, "why did you just promise that woman to leave Miss LeMay alone in it? What if she was in any danger?"

Hoffa: are you worried about her

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

"I didn't expect that the * * wizard would have a day of Conscience Discovery."

"Perhaps Mr. Bach did not disdain to know the honor of the German nation."

"I wish they all had your guilt. Dreams are about emotions. I don't want to do anything to stimulate lemme. Just because the nun won't let me in doesn't mean I can't sneak in. "

"When are you going to... Cough...

he coughed fiercely again, coughing and spitting water.

Hoffa pointed to his nose. "What's the matter?"

"Nothing." He wiped his wet nose: "maybe it's just a cold."

"Aldo, there's no future with grindevo." Hoffa said suddenly. He looked at the light in the distance: "believe me, he doesn't care about the Sorcerer's association or your life or death. The purpose of his life is to spread nothingness and pain in the world."

Aldo looked at him in amazement. "Why do you say this?"

"Compared to ankel, you have a little conscience. Come to England with me, and stay in Germany. Your conscience will be wiped away by the slaughter and war sooner or later. "

"Is there no slaughter in England? It's like you're clean. When you killed Dominic, I didn't see that you were a little soft handed. "

"You can't tell good from bad?"

"Sorry, I don't have a choice."

"You have a choice."

"What's your choice? Hum, we're trapped in a nightmare. It's hard to live or die. " He coughed again. After coughing, he said, "if you can't get out of here, you'll come and rebel against me. Mr. Bach is worthy of being a master of Lord greendevo. He's really prepared for a rainy day."

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

Aldo looked at him with wide eyes.

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

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

"I'm going to investigate some things. Maybe I'll be separated from you for a while. While I'm away, I hope you can help me protect Chloe lemme. It shouldn't be difficult for you.""Do you believe me?"

"It's a matter of life and death." Hoffa said solemnly: "I have some conjectures about this nightmare. If you can help me protect lemme, I have a 70% chance to take you out of this strange place."

Aldo looked into Hoffa's eyes for ten seconds. Finally, he nodded.

"Only this time, in the face of Miss lemme."

Hoffa looked serious: "although I don't know what will happen, this nightmare will try every means to stir up human emotions. This is her dream. Before I come back, you must ensure her mental stability. Can you do that, Aldo? "

"I'll try."

He said.