351 Chapter 5, New Shape

Although the girl in front of him always had an aura that made Hoffa feel inexplicable fear, he still had no choice but to follow behind the girl. Magic is the only thing he is sure about. If he can't find magic, maybe he will never find his memory, and he will even be tortured by this unknown pain forever.

He followed the girl step by step, thinking carefully about her identity. But as usual, just remembering will cause an inexplicable headache, and there is no way to avoid it.

"Do I know you?"

Hoffa asked.

"Do you want to ask others this kind of thing?" The girl was surprised.

"I don't remember anything," Hoffa said.

"Don't remember anything, but you still want to do something, don't you?"

The girl said ambiguously: "Things you don't remember must be unimportant, and unimportant things care about what it does."

Hoffa felt that what the girl said made sense, so he walked two steps away from the girl and asked, "When did you see magic?"

"I had a grandpa, and my grandpa saw magic."

The girl said frankly.

"Yes, where is your grandfather now?"

Hoffa asked immediately.

The girl turned her head with a blank expression: "You are late. Grandpa left me a long, long time ago. However, before he left, he told me that if I want to see him again or see the magic, I have to find him. a rock."

"a rock?"

Hoffa was puzzled.

"Yes, he called it the Heart Stone."

heart stone

Hoffa chewed the word in his mouth.

He realized he had never heard of it. He may have heard of it but he doesn't remember it anymore. After all, his mind is like a computer that has been formatted, except for some fragmented pictures, he doesn't remember anything.

"Heartstone, what is that?"

"Who knows."

The girl shrugged, "He often said some weird things."

"What does the heart stone look like? Has your grandfather seen it?"

Hoffa asked eagerly.

"How would I know." The girl frowned impatiently.

"Then where did your grandfather go?"

Hoffa was still asking.

The girl stopped suddenly, and Hoffa, who was caught off guard, almost bumped into her. The distance was so close that he could smell the fragrance of the girl, but the fragrance stung the fragile consciousness he had finally built up, and he stepped back a few steps in a row , pale, looking at each other with tightly pursed lips.

"Why do you ask so many questions!"

The girl stared at him dissatisfied, and said: "I just heard that if I know everything, what shape it is, where it is, should I ask you for help?"

Hoffa's beating heart gradually calmed down, and he said slowly: "You're right, I just don't ask."

"Really"

The girl said dissatisfied.

She turned and walked ahead without looking at Hoffa.

Hoffa followed the girl. Although he compromised with the girl, he still couldn't help slandering her. I don't know the shape or where it is, but only have a name. In this vast world, where should I find it?

"I actually asked Grandpa too."

The girl suddenly whispered, "What is a heart stone?"

Hoffa pricked up his ears immediately.

"He said that this stone is ever-changing and will always appear in different forms. No one knows what it looks like. He also said that as long as this stone can be found, magic and miracles will appear." The girl whispered: "I know That’s all, I don’t know about the rest.”

Hoffa's heart sank gradually. Saying this is the same as not saying it. It's better not to say it.

The girl took Hoffa away from the dirty suburbs of London, and came to Shoreditch, East London. There are all kinds of graffiti and murals everywhere. Some street artists painted their inner thoughts on the walls unscrupulously. face, whether it is anger or sadness.

Passing through several trails, the two came to a small hotel with a pink signboard. The neon tubes that survived the war flickered tenaciously in the dusk, and the surrounding walls were painted with naked women comparable to Picasso’s authentic works. .

Here, the girl turned around and looked at Hoffa with deep eyes.

Hoffa was flustered. He pointed to the neon sign in the dusk and asked uncertainly, "Is the heart stone in such a place?"

"Hmph. Are you joking about the Communist International? You would never be in such a place anywhere." The girl rolled her eyes, pointed at the dirty Hoffa and said angrily: "Go in and take a shower first, and change your clothes." clothing. Dirty and smelly disgusting, I don't want to act with you like this. "

"Is that so?" Hoffa glanced at himself. He was still wearing the clothes he brought back from who knows where. After fleeing the hospital, he could hardly see the original appearance of the clothes. It was indeed dirty and smelly. But he still asked suspiciously: "I'll go in to take a shower and change clothes, what about you?"

The girl stared, and stretched out her hand to hit Hoffa. Hoffa immediately took two steps back, distanced herself from her, and put on a defensive posture.

Seeing him like this, the girl pointed to a trendy-looking cloakroom shop across the street and said: "What are you thinking, suspicious, what are you wearing if I don't buy you a dress?"

Now Hoffa was a little relieved, put away his posture, and said, "That's it, thank you so much."

"Go in, don't dawdle." The girl said, "The key is at the front desk."

After finishing speaking, she walked across the street, muttering as she walked, "It's really annoying to have to pick people up from a pile of trash every time."

Hoffa stretched out his hand, and wanted to ask the girl if she wanted to measure his size, but it seemed that the other party didn't intend to take the size at all, so he slowly put down his hand, full of doubts in his heart.

every time?

Could it be that it failed last time?

For some reason, although this girl is frightening, she seems surprisingly familiar. If he has not lost his memory, he should know her. So what exactly happened in the lost memory?

He wanted to explore one or two, but was immediately stopped by the tearing pain.

The severe headache made him cover his head, gritted his teeth and walked into the small hotel under the neon lights.

The front desk of the hotel is a gloomy, hunchbacked old man, who uses a pair of sunken eyes on his hooked nose to examine the uninvited guests who broke into the hotel. He wiped the tabletop with a rag in his hand, over and over again.

Hoffa hesitated for a while, but finally stepped forward.

"I'll get the room key," he said.

At this moment, his heart was flustered, and he was afraid that the other party would ask him for his identity information. At this moment, he himself didn't know what his identity was and whether he was wanted.

But the old man didn't mean to ask, it's also possible that the girl had already said hello, the hunchbacked old man bent down, took out the key from under the counter, and handed it over slowly, with a strange smile on his face, Hoffa didn't want to talk to him They looked at each other, took the key and hurriedly left the front desk, quickly walked up the stairs covered with worn-out red carpet to the second floor.

There is a musty smell in the corridor on the second floor. There are several doors in the long corridor. The sound insulation of these doors is not good. Walking through the doors, Hoffa can hear miscellaneous sounds coming from the doors. , There were groans, sobs, angry insults, and heavy snoring. In front of some doors, he even saw a girl with heavy make-up and bare shoulders smoking a cigarette and staring at the passing guests, her eyes flickering in the smog.

He pursed his lips tightly, walked to his own room without looking sideways, took a deep breath, and turned the key to open the door. The old-fashioned wooden door was opened, but nothing unusual appeared as he had imagined. The room was very tidy, a simple standard room, two beds, a shower room and a sink, nothing else.

The scene in front of him made Hoffa feel a little familiar. Had he stayed in this hotel before? He has no idea.

But fortunately, I finally found a clue, which is better than staying in the suburbs like a headless chicken waiting to die. Ever since, Hoffa simply let go of all the doubts in his heart, took off his clothes in the shower room, and began to scrub his body seriously.

The hot water in the rain nozzle was rushing down, and Hoffa held a string of silver-purple necklaces on his chest with his hands. This was the only thing he kept around after he woke up. He didn't know what the silver-purple necklace was. What is it, and why is he wearing it, but holding the necklace in this place at this moment will give him a sense of security.

There is something to do, something important. he thought.

After taking a bath, Hoffa didn't wear old clothes, but wrapped himself in a bath towel, and was going to go out and drink some water to lie down for a while. However, as soon as he went out, he found a person sitting on the bed.

It nearly sent him into cardiopulmonary arrest.

The girl who went out to buy clothes sat cross-legged on a bed, with her back to him staring at the hazy night outside the curtains. On the other bed, there were several pieces of unopened clothes scattered about. It was unknown when she had returned, and she had returned so silently.

Hoffa didn't know why he was afraid and uneasy about this girl, but obviously, her silent appearance made Hoffa tremble, and he almost wanted to escape from this place. He stepped back and put his hand on the doorknob, ready to flee the place at any moment.

Perhaps hearing the sound of him opening the door, the girl said calmly: "The clothes are on the bed, you wear them yourself."

Hoffa swallowed his saliva and didn't move for a while, as if petrified.

"Don't be afraid, no one will peek at you."

The girl turned her back to him and said.

Hoffa gritted his teeth secretly. This guy said he didn't peek, but did she have eyes behind her? Even he knew it with fear. What's the point of turning your back on him like this.

"Put it on."

The girl really had eyes in the back of her head, and said calmly: "Even if you have to leave, you can't walk in a bathrobe, can you?"

hateful

Hoffa cursed secretly, he couldn't help but quickly picked up his clothes and got into the bathroom, and quickly put them on. After getting dressed, he looked at the mirror in front of him.

The teenager in the mirror looked pale and confused, his black hair was stained with water, and was messily coiled on his head. He was wearing a dark blue shirt with a bird's head printed on it, and his jeans had several holes, apparently on purpose. The old look, coupled with the pair of unusually fitting sneakers, made him look a bit sloppy. This is obviously not a kit he would actively choose.

He scratched his head in embarrassment, opened the door and left the bathroom.

The girl with her back to him had already turned around, sitting on the edge of the bed dangling her legs, looking up and down at Hoffa's new look.

"It's pretty, isn't it?"

she said with a smile.

"The jeans are full of holes," Hoffa said, frowning. "The shirt is several sizes too big."

"This is not very suitable for you. You used to be more fashionable than now."

The girl threw something over, and Hoffa subconsciously caught it. After a closer look, it turned out to be a round silver earring.

"Put it on and show me." She said with a smile while swinging her legs.

"don't want."

Hoffa said angrily, he didn't want to wear earrings, this suit was outrageous for him.

The girl was not angry either, her eyes stayed on Hoffa's neck for a moment, where there was a silver necklace.

That look made Hoffa's heart tremble. He shrank his neck and stuffed the necklace into his clothes.

The girl raised her eyebrows, and then she jumped out of bed and walked towards the door, Hoffa quickly made way for her. When she passed by, she said, "Let's go after tidying up, and go find Xinshi."