Chapter 353 7, Storage Room

The soldier in the bandage died, and Hoffa stood in front of him in silence for a long time. He looked at the pocket watch in his hand, feeling a little dazed for a moment. What is this guy talking about, is he trying to take advantage of him before he dies? He can't understand.

What to do?

He looked at the pocket watch in his hand and quickly made a decision. Anyway, he is now like a headless chicken, idle is also idle. Someone asked him for help, why not do it.

As soon as he made up his mind, there was a noisy commotion outside the tent, and someone shouted loudly: "Fire, fire! Get water quickly, get water quickly!"

The brief silence disappeared instantly, and the world was once again filled with noise and chaos. The sound surprised Hoffa. He hurriedly put away his pocket watch and left the tent in a hurry. There were people running around outside the tent, and many soldiers came out of the tent with crutches, stared at the thick smoke rising in the distance, and exclaimed, "Are the Germans calling again?"

The fire was very powerful, crackling and crackling in the night, and quickly rushed to a height of five or six meters. And because the tents and tents here are connected together, the fire soon showed signs of intensifying.

Because of the tumbling flames, nurses and doctors ran out of the tent one after another. They held various containers in their hands and distributed them to the able-bodied people present.

Hoffa is no exception.

Amidst the thick smoke, a passing female nurse stuffed a urinal-shaped object into Hoffa's hand.

"Why are you standing there, get me some water to put out the fire!"

She yelled anxiously into Hoffa's ear.

Hoffa shuddered, like a robot that had been pressed the start button, and rushed towards the place where the fire broke out without looking back. He didn't remember anything at the moment anyway, and he did what others asked him to do. The nurse wanted him to put out the fire. There was nothing wrong with this statement, so he took the task without hesitation.

The place where the fire started was at the edge of the city park, which is also the extreme edge of the tent area, which is adjacent to the road. The fire hydrant on the road had already been unscrewed, and it was spraying water out, but the fire hydrant was still a little far away from the scene of the incident, and there was no water pipe, so the water could only be transported by manpower.

Hoffa came to the place where the water was sprayed, picked up a pot with a urinal, and ran back and forth a few times. However, the urinal was too small and had no effect on the raging fire, so he simply threw away the urinal and ran to the tin trash can on the street. The trash can that was one person tall weighed more than 30 kilograms, and the garbage inside was more than 60 kilograms, but Hoffa was busy fighting the fire, so he didn't know how heavy it was, so he lifted the trash cans one by one , dumped out all the garbage inside, then held two trash cans to the fire hydrant and started to collect water.

Seeing how aggressive Hoffa was, the other Muggles who came to fight the fire gave way to him, and some even helped to fill his tin trash can with water.

Not long after, the two tin trash cans were filled with water, which looked incredibly heavy. But Hoffa held one in each hand, and ran towards the burning fire like a waiter. Passers-by along the way couldn't help being amazed when they saw him.

Two large buckets of water were poured down, immediately extinguishing two tents.

But the fire was still spreading, and he ran back with the bucket again, and in a short while the two big tin buckets were filled with water again. But when he wanted to repeat the old trick, he accidentally bumped into a hard object protruding from the side of the street.

Caught off guard, Hoffa fell to the ground.

Crash!

With the trash can full of water turned over and rolled on the ground several times, the water spilled all over the ground, and Hoffa's body was instantly wet.

Hoffa got up inexplicably, staring blankly at the place where he tripped. In the shadow of the corner of the street, the girl who lost with him was crossing her arms, standing on one foot against the wall, looking at him, teasing and snickering, "Why are you so active?"

It turned out that she was behind the scenes and tripped Hoffa.

"There's a fire, I want to put out the fire!"

Hoffa wiped the water from his face, "Why don't you go to fight the fire?"

"It's not your turn to put out the fire, warm-hearted fool!"

But the girl reprimanded viciously. She kicked the tin bucket away from Hoffa's hand, bent down and pointed at his face and said, "We still have important things to do!"

"What? What about the fire?" Hoffa asked.

"The fire has something to do with you! I set it off!"

The girl said frankly.

Hoffa pupil earthquake.

The girl stuck to Hoffa's head, pointed to the building across the street and said, "Look, that's where we should go."

Looking at the girl's finger, there is an ordinary square building just across the street from the tent area. With the light of the burning fire, Hoffa can see the red cross sign on the house. At this moment, the people in that house also rushed out carrying all kinds of fire extinguishing equipment, and rushed towards the endless tent area.

"While those gatekeepers are attracted by the flames, let's go to the storage room to find the heart stone." The girl said confidently.

"You set the fire?"

"Are you deaf?"

"How can you do this?"

"Why can't I do this? Don't be a mother-in-law!" The girl's almond eyes widened, "Do you think the storage room is so easy to enter?"

"What if you set fire to people and burn them to death!"

Hoffa asked anxiously.

"Oh, I picked an empty tent and burned it! Really, it's none of your business." The girl said indifferently.

"No, I have to put out the fire."

Hoffa stood still and said.

The smile on the girl's face gradually disappeared. She stood where she was, facing Hoffa, and said coldly, "Are you here just to put out the fire?"

Hoffa stared at the girl, the firelight reflected on her side face and pupils, but there was not much warmth.

"When I was in the hospital, I heard that someone can't even remember his name. Who is that? If saving a fire can restore that person to the original state, then I don't mind setting off a few more fires, but..."

The afterimage of the flame danced on the girl's face, she bent down and asked calmly: "Is it okay?"

Hoffa was struck by lightning, and the headache that was finally relieved surged up in an instant, as if forcibly blocking his connection with memory. For a while, he was short of breath and dripping with cold sweat.

"Whether you like to come or not."

The girl straightened up and said calmly, "If you don't come, I will find it myself."

After finishing speaking, she turned out of the alley and floated lightly towards the square building.

Hoffa turned his head to look at the fire scene, and subconsciously lifted the tin bucket on the ground. But something weird happened. The tin bucket that was as light as air just now weighs over a thousand jun, and it cannot be lifted at all. Tried several times without success.

At this time, several firefighters in orange clothes ran past him with thick water pipes, and began to set the water pipes against the fire hydrant.

Seeing this, Hoffa finally put out his thoughts on putting out the fire. He gritted his teeth, turned and followed the girl, and entered the building with the open door.

After entering the building, the sound disappeared, probably because the flames attracted most people in the house, and the boxy building seemed very quiet at the moment. And as the sound disappears, the temperature also drops. It is not an exaggeration to call this place a storage room. There are many iron doors on both sides of the corridor of this building, and fine frost condenses outside each iron door, showing the cold temperature behind.

The girl walking in front didn't have the slightest scruples, she opened one door after another to look. However, most of these doors are stored with blood bags, and there are no organs in the girl's mouth. It seems that this is just a blood collection center, not a concentration camp for organs, and everything seems normal.

Soon, they came to the end of the corridor, where a big iron gate blocked their way. However, the iron door was already locked, and the girl pushed it hard a few times, but it didn't budge.

"Let's go, I don't think there are organs in your mouth here."

Hoffa said that although there are no organs here, the cold and dark atmosphere in the whole building is enough to make people feel depressing, and he doesn't want to stay here for too long.

The young girl's complexion was not good-looking, and she felt a little bit uneasy as she had obviously not found her heart.

"Do you think I'm talking like farting? When I say there are organs here, there are organs here." She insisted.

This is not a vegetable market. Hoffa slandered in his heart, but he still comforted: "Maybe there are other places, we can go to other places to look for them, isn't it, we can find them at once."

Although the girl was not reconciled, she had no choice but to compromise in the face of this reality.

"Damn it, I was blinded for nothing." She said dejectedly, "Let's go, go to other places"

Before the words fell, Hoffa's face changed slightly, and he reached out and directly covered the girl's mouth. Before the girl could react, he dragged her and retreated into a nearby blood storage room.

The girl was caught off guard by him, and she didn't react for a while. When she did, she had a shameful expression on her face. She turned her head to look at Hoffa, and asked softly, "Hey, what are you doing?"

Hoffa touched her lips seriously, and whispered in her ear: "Someone has come out."

The girl pricked up her ears when she heard the words, and as expected, they heard footsteps in the corridor. Then there was the heavy push and pull of the big iron door. After the push and pull ended, someone walked through the corridor, talking while walking.

"What's going on outside?"

"Looks like it's on fire."

"Are there any casualties?"

"There is no temporary report."

"hateful."

"However, several soldiers died just now. Today's harvest should be good."

"Too small, Jesse, too small, be bold, maybe this fire is a good opportunity"

The two people outside the corridor exchanged unclear content, and the voice gradually became farther and farther away until it disappeared into the ears of Hoffa and the girl.

Hoffa quietly opened the door, and the two went out to look around. The big iron door that had just been locked had been opened at this moment, revealing the dark and deep space inside.

Hoffa and the girl who were hiding behind the door looked at each other, and the girl looked extremely excited: "Why are you standing there, go in quickly," she said.

"Why did you let me in." Hoffa said cautiously: "If you want to go in, you go in first."

He was afraid that the girl had bad intentions, but he didn't expect the girl to just roll her eyes.

"Coward, frustrating to death."

After finishing speaking in a low voice, she slipped into the dark door in a flash, and couldn't hold her back.

"You are really not afraid of accidents."

Hoffa muttered something in a low voice, and then followed quietly into the dark room.

The room was so dark that nothing could be seen. Hoffa groped along the wall for a long time, and finally came across a pile of cold bottles and jars. Now he dared not move, in case the bottles and jars were broken and made a sound It would be a big trouble if someone was attracted, and he was sure that sneaking into such a place was against the rules and unreasonable.

Puff.

With a soft sound, a ray of fire ignited in the darkness. The fire illuminated the dark space. It turned out that the girl had lit a kerosene lighter. With the help of the fire, Hoffa saw the bottles and cans in his hand, which made him gasp.

He was lying on a towering shelf, and the shelf was neatly stacked with hundreds of bottles and jars from top to bottom, and these glass bottles and jars were all organs of different parts without exception. There is the stomach, the lungs, the kidneys, the liver, and naturally, the heart. Each of them occupies one row, for a total of five rows.

"Look, I'm right, Heart."

The girl lay in front of the rows of glass bottles, and said with longing. It was as if she had seen a doll in a shop window.

With the help of the lighter's flame, Hoffa watched the girl's curious pupils reflected on the transparent formalin liquid, couldn't help swallowing, and said, "I don't think the thing your grandpa said should be placed here. Plant a place"

"how do you know?"

The girl turned her head slightly and said, "Why don't we take one and cut it open to see if there are any stones in it."

After speaking, she actually wanted to reach for the glass bottle on the cabinet. Hoffa couldn't bear it anymore, he rushed forward in three steps and two steps, pressed the girl's palm, and pressed her hand on the glass vessel.

"What are you doing?" The girl looked at him in surprise.

"It's crazy, you want to cut this thing?" Hoffa said in disbelief.

"Why not, you see, that brain has been cut open."

The girl pouted behind Hoffa. Hoffa turned around and saw several bottles of brains in glass containers on another shelf. Each of those brains was broken into four parts, and the fractures had sharp and smooth lines. The four-petal brain is slowly floating up and down in the bottle, like some living thing.

Hoffa gritted his teeth, he didn't flinch, and said, "Let's just take a look. If there is nothing in it, are you going to cut all the hearts?"

"if not."

The girl mischievously turned her palm, twisting and twisting under Hoffa's palm like an octopus: "Hey, aren't you looking for magic, maybe magic is under your hands."

Hoffa said seriously, "First of all, I'm not sure if what your grandpa said is true. Secondly, I don't know if what you said is true. Finally, if the magic has to cut open my heart to see it, I'd rather Believe it is evil."