Chapter 350 4, Wanderer

Hoffa ran wildly with his hands and feet, rushing through countless barbed wire fences and iron gates used as a blockade, while the soldiers and guards of the hospital were chasing after him, some were riding motorcycles, some were chasing him in a jeep, Someone even shot him directly in the car, trying to kill him on the spot.

However, the night acted as his cover, and the lampposts and fires flashed continuously in the dark night, without touching his body.

For all of this, Hoffa couldn't feel it at all. His consciousness at the moment was completely occupied by the black hole, and the original endless white light was now only a sporadic remnant. Cross Station, returned to platform nine and three quarters, and rushed towards the platform without hesitation.

The memory disappeared for some reason, and he didn't know why the memory gave him a splitting headache, but he vaguely remembered that there was something to do in this place, but if he wanted to do that, he had to go through this stone wall, or , Other Stone Walls.

However, the stone wall in front of him did not break away because of his madness. The moment the impact happened, he backed up continuously with a nosebleed, and was hit again with a bruised nose and a swollen face.

The passengers waiting for the night train were frightened by this crazy guy, and they stepped forward one after another, trying to pull away the suicide guy in front of them. However, the ear-piercing whistle interrupted the thoughts of these people. It was military jeeps galloping from a distance, and the vehicles stopped at the edge of the platform in violation of regulations. The faces of the people in the vehicles were solemn, as if they were facing an enemy.

The dazzling headlights on the roof were turned on, and the lamp post that tore through the night shone on Hoffa whose face was covered in blood in front of the station. Although the collision did not hit the platform, the blood in his mouth stimulated Hoffa to tremble all over his body. He turned his head abruptly, staring at the dazzling light on the rows of jeeps like a beast.

"Hoffa Bach! You will cause countless damages if you leave the hospital now, don't you understand these things?" Someone said loudly on the roof of the jeep: "Your illness is not cured yet, hurry back with us, this is for you Well, it's also for the good of others!"

The glaring white light obscured the appearance of the caller, but the white light was so annoying that it reminded him of the endless white light in his dream, so he ran away without looking back.

As soon as he started running, the people behind him and the convoy immediately caught up, like hounds and rabbits.

Seeing that they couldn't get rid of them by walking on the main road, Hoffa chose alleys, or took those narrow and cramped trails, or jumped onto the roof, and ran all the way from the roofs of old London buildings.

The people who came to track him were not to be outdone, they sent out the guards in the city of London, they either searched the streets with oil and gas lamps, or patrolled the streets on tall horses, and took flashlights to shine around.

The alleys in the city were soon filled with eyes and ears, and Hoffa had no choice but to flee outside the city. At this moment, dark clouds covered the sky, and the night in England was drizzled as usual, and the drizzle fell on the body coldly. In his consciousness, the rotating black hole seemed to be tired, and it began to gradually disappear. When it dissipated, the sporadic white light also disappeared without a trace, leaving only a gray void.

Hoffa, who had already come outside the city, slowly stopped, his consciousness gradually returned, tiredness and fatigue flooded his body, he felt the pain in his body and the cold weather, which he seemed to have never experienced for many years , so familiar, so fresh.

Hoffa was puzzled by the beginning of his irritability just now. He didn't know why he was so irritable all of a sudden, and he didn't know that the doctor's words stimulated him, but he didn't want to go back to that damn place in the hospital at this moment.

At this moment, he came to the outskirts of London. There was the sound of rolling thunder in the clouds. It might be the dark clouds rolling in the sea in the distance. The chimneys of the factories in the suburbs were still emitting gray steam in the rainy night. Under the steam, a lot of urban waste is dumped here.

There are many homeless people like him around here. These people may be refugees who lost their homes in the war, drug addicts who are hopelessly addicted to drugs, or middle class bankrupt in the economic crisis. Their faces are numb. Looking around for life-continuing garbage.

Hoffa took off his clothes and blended in with the group of scavengers, merging with them.

The insensitive appearance of the homeless man gave him a good cover. Soldiers driving patrols and guards on horseback passed by the periphery several times, but they never found any trace of Hoffa. They didn't care about these dirty homeless people at all. Interested, it seemed that Hoffa would not hide among these people. After patrolling a few times, they went to other places.

Although the patrolling people left, Hoffa did not leave. On the contrary, he curled up into a ball dully, huddled his knees and hid behind the trash can without moving.

On the one hand, he didn't know whether those people's search for him was over, and he would rather stay in the garbage dump than return to the exquisite and clean ward. Secondly, he is very confused now, his only idea is to pass through the wall and go to a place that seems to have magic, but reality has denied his idea. So where else could he go now?

Hoffa didn't know.

Maybe he was really sick.

Maybe there is no magic in this world.

He didn't leave this filthy place. When he was thirsty, he drank a little rainwater. When he was hungry, he looked for something to eat in the garbage dump like other tramps. And at night, when other homeless men were whispering, he would find a corner and hide with his knees wrapped around him. He didn't know how long he hid, maybe one day, two days, or three days. From day to night, from night to day, from sunny to rainy, from rainy to sunny.

And this day, when he was holding his knees in a daze in the corner as usual, a pair of black Martin boots appeared in front of him.

The owner of the Martin boots wore skinny blue jeans that framed a slender figure so familiar that Hoffa shuddered at the sight of it.

He raised his head mechanically, and saw a girl with black glasses and chestnut hair, wearing a leather jacket, staring at him with puzzled eyes.

The moment they looked at each other, the chill from the depths of his soul almost made him scream, and some broken memory images rolled through his mind like sharp broken glass. He came down and looked at each other in horror.

He had seen this girl before, when he was in the hospital, when she was receiving treatment with other people. And now she took off her hospital gown and put on normal clothes. But the palpitations are still the same as the first meeting.

Hoffa didn't remember anything anymore, so he naturally couldn't understand where his fear and anxiety came from, but instinctively leaned on the trash can, looking at him vigilantly and terrified.

The girl didn't seem to have the panic and anxiety of Hoffa. She just tilted her head and stared at Hoffa for a while. After that, she took out a crumpled list from her pocket, opened it and looked at it for a while, holding the list Said to Hoffa:

"So you hid here, no wonder they couldn't find you."

Hoffa glanced at the list. It was the same list that the strong man who took him to the hospital showed him. There was a boy with gray hair and blond eyes with gloomy expression on the list. That boy was almost like him. , Hoffa is not sure that person is him, but it seems that everyone says that person is him, and he has no way to refute it.

Unable to retreat, he hugged his knees even tighter, and said vigilantly, "What are you looking for me for?"

"Why did you escape?"

The girl squatted in front of him and asked with great interest.

"Why did I escape?"

Hoffa repeated the girl's words.

Obviously, he didn't know why he escaped, and he didn't even know how he escaped. At that time, his consciousness was blank.

"That's right, there are a hundred ways to get out of that hospital, why did you choose the most thankless way." The girl spread her hands and said, "Look, they will ask a lot of questions, and I memorized them all, what to ask? I just answered, so I came out easily."

Hoffa stared blankly at the girl with a relaxed and natural expression, and the fear in his heart was still flowing. He replied, "I don't like them asking me questions."

"It turned out to be like this, I don't like it very much, no one likes it."

The girl muttered, she patted her knees and stood up, "But it doesn't matter. It's already out anyway."

She looked around and waved her hand in front of her nose; she frowned and said, "This place is really dirty, you really have it, do you like this kind of dirty place?"

Hoffa felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't say exactly what was wrong. So he shrank even tighter, looked at the other party vigilantly, and asked, "What did you come to see me for?"

The girl kicked away a broken soda can on the ground in disgust, crossed her arms, looked at Hoffa, and said, "You also believe in magic in this world, right?"

Hoffa cheered up and his eyes lit up. He was about to stand up, but the fear flowing in his heart had not subsided. He suppressed the impulse in his heart, sat on the ground, and waited for the other party's follow-up speech.

I just heard the girl say: "You know, the people around me are the same as me. They answer the questions honestly, endorse the books honestly, and then leave the hospital honestly. I don't know if they really believe in magic or fake hearts. Pretending to believe in magic. You're the only one who got out of that hospital that way, so I guess you're a real believer in magic, aren't you?"

Now Hoffa stood up quickly, he was about to say something. But I also thought of the crazy old man I met when I entered the hospital a few days ago, that crazy old man seemed to know him, didn't he want to escape from one of the hospitals?

The anxiety in his heart made him cautious, and he said: "Yes, I believe, have you seen it?"

"What's wrong?"

The girl asked, "Are you in a hurry?"

Hoffa didn't say a word, he took a step back subconsciously, keeping a little distance from the opponent, and concentrated his mind.

Seeing him like this, the girl smiled, somewhat mockingly. She tilted her head and hooked her fingers, and said, "Let's go, it's impossible for you to see magic while sitting here. If you want to see magic, I have some clues."