Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

What is the feeling of excessive blood loss? The heart beats faster, the skin is pale and cold, and the eyes are dark. The nerves cannot feel gravity, and the soul is like walking on the clouds. This is a near-death experience. At this time, people tend to think about many things, think about the past, think about the past, and think about some regrets that have never been completed.

But what Chloe thinks most is some broken pictures and hazy emotions. She remembered that when she first set foot on English soil, she and Hoffa were walking in the open wilderness together, and they rarely spoke to each other. At night, they lit a bonfire under the starry sky. Across the flames, she could see the boy's face flashing on the other half of the fire, silent and focused. The teenager had promised her that if she returned to London, she would tell her the reason for escorting her, but she thought she probably wouldn't know the answer. She only hopes that Hoffa can escape from here and avoid being implicated by her terrible power.

A certain kind of warmth gradually flowed into the body through the blood vessels, which refreshed her a little, and she felt in a daze that it might be the end. Mans emptied her own blood, giving her the illusion of returning to light.

However, the warmth gradually became hot, allowing her heart rate to gradually return to normal, and her body became warm, the darkness in front of her was no longer, she opened her eyes, and everything in front of her was as bright as day.

She was still firmly fixed on the chair, but there was a blood transfusion bag on her arm. A man knelt beside her on one knee and gave her a blood transfusion without saying a word.

It is Mans.

She felt a little weird, so she struggled a bit.

"Fortunately not dead yet..." Mans, who gave her the blood transfusion, glanced at her and stood up with a grunt.

"Are you awake!?" A similar voice asked, "Can you hear me?"

The sound reached her ears, and she turned her head to look, stunned.

The room was full of people, one on the left and one on the right, with all kinds of faces, weird.

Some were young, unruly in appearance, middle-aged, mature, some had a banana peel on their heads, some were ragged and bruised all over, and some were not male or female.

But they are all Mans, just him in a different timeline.

After a long period of stunned, she understood what this guy had done, and couldn't help blurting out: "Madman!"

"I have something to ask you."

Mans, who is neither male nor female, walked out of the crowd.

Chloe looked at him hatefully, a certain strong instinct flowing in her chest, almost uncontrollable.

The man and woman said: "After having the power of time, I found that I can communicate with myself in the past and the future, but when I communicate with the future, I find that I can only communicate up to three hours later. This is Why, why can't I talk to myself after three days, three weeks, or even three years?"

"Is that why you gave me a blood transfusion?"

Chloe sneered sharply: "Taking my blood away, I thought you would have a good understanding of time!"

"Answer my question, why can't I get in touch with my future self?" Mans, who is not male and female, asked indifferently. All Mans in the room stared directly at Chloe.

"If you play with time, you have to be prepared to be played with time." Chloe said rather happily without answering the question.

"Ok."

Mans, who is neither male nor female, stood up with a hum.

Then another strong Mans stepped forward and raised his arm.

Snapped!

A heavy slap fell on Chloe's face and asked her to turn her head, leaving a bright red slap print on her face.

"I ask, you answer."

Mans, who is neither male nor female, said.

Turning his head slowly, Chloe with a red mark on his face laughed, "You panic, is it because my blood is not so easy to control. But now, you think I will still be afraid of death. Well, you are wrong, the glory of heaven will never shine on the careerists, and only the torment of **** fire is waiting for you."

The Mance laughed together, and the laughter was noisy and sarcasm, but at a certain point in time, it stopped abruptly.

"I also admire the piety and ignorance of people like you."

Mans, who is neither male nor female, said slowly, he waved his hand, and two more. He brought up a brand new brown wooden box from a distance, with a semi-convex gray screen on the wooden box.

One Mans plugged in the old-fashioned TV, another Mans turned on the screen, and saw a black-and-white noisy monitor. A young man dragged a female vampire across his knees and ran across the tower. The young man was covered with **** wounds .

"Hoffa..."

Seeing the people on the screen, Chloe struggled to do it, but was pressed heavily by Mans beside her.

Immediately, several more Manss pushed several brown wooden boxes over, plugged them in, and lighted up the screen. What happened in every corner of the battleship was presented in front of Chloe.

"You and I share vision, and you know what I know."

Mans, who is neither male nor female, said: "You should know what happened to him. In the daytime, he was just a failed dog, but this failed dog is still in this ship at the moment, trying to get you out. No way. Not to mention, the bodyguard you hired is really dedicated. At least, it is much more loyal than me, a false believer."

Chloe lowered his head, bit his lower lip tightly, and tightened the chain tightly. Her heart was both happy and painful. Under such excitement, her wrists were worn by the tight chain, and she didn't even notice it.

"Aren't you supposed to be unmoved? Your Sister."

Mans smiled evilly at the corner of his mouth, "You should know how terrible your power is. Actually, if I wanted to kill him, I could have done it long ago, but I don't want to completely tear my face with you."

"I won't believe anything you say." Chloe stared at Mans and found that every movement and expression of this man was so disgusting.

As soon as the voice fell, a few Mans walked out quietly in the room. They have no contact with each other, but they are as accurate as a clock tacitly.

"What are you going to do?"

"Use action to prove yourself."

Mans said.

As soon as the voice fell, the four Mans disappeared from the room quickly appeared on the black and white screen, just like an old-fashioned horror movie. They stood in the four corners of Hoffa's hiding room, talking and searching.

After an incomparable confrontation, the teenager on the screen used a transformation technique to smash the freshwater wooden barrel used by the soldiers for drinking, and the water flowed into crystals to control the four mans.

Seeing this scene, Chloe breathed a sigh of relief. But soon, there were fewer people in the room. They didn't have any communication, so they walked out of the room silently and down the stairs.

"Are you endless?"

Chloe's eyes were red, and his fists trembled. On the screen, she saw Hoffa come to a bathroom and fell on the floor panting, which made her feel convulsed and distressed.

"Before you answer my question, I won't stop. No matter how strong your bodyguard is, there will always be a day when I will be crushed by countless times."

At the same time, the Mance army in the room began to walk down the stairs continuously, and each step was silent and firm.

"death!!"

Chloe raised his head abruptly, his eyes flushed. She roared in anger like a lioness.

All Mans stopped, turned his head, and stared at her without blinking.

Chloe glared at Mans: "In the arrow of time, there is only one thing that is certain and that is death. If death happens, you will never be able to get in touch with your future self, just like You can never talk to the dead."

After she finished speaking, the crowded room fell into dead silence.

"You mean, I am dead three hours later, so I can't get in touch with myself?"

"There is only one possibility." Chloe grinned, coldly surprised herself.

"It is death that cuts off our dialogue with the future!?"

Mans looked at each other, their expressions in consternation. Then they said in unison: "Impossible, I can't die."

Since hundreds of people are talking at the same time, their voices are uniform in the room, just like a person's voice has been amplified countless times at the same time.

At this time, among the Mans group, the man with bruises and torn clothes stood up and said hoarsely: "She was right. I did feel the death, only one step away from me."

"Who moved the hand? Hoffa Bach?" Mansiqi in the room turned his head swiftly, and stared at the talking Mans snarlingly.

"No, it's not him."

A mans who was injured almost as badly as him came out from behind the yelled Mans, doing magic. He shook his head: "I defeated Hoffa Bach and completely defeated him."

"Who is that? The boy who plays with the snake?" Mans, who is neither male nor female, asked the others in unison.

"No, it's not him either."

In the crowd, another Mans shook his head, "That kid is dead, he will die in an hour and be killed by Hoffabach."

"Could it be that trash female vampire, and that schoolboy?" A group of people from the past asked uncertainly.

Mans from the future shook his head: "No, the snake player died, and the woman ran away with the student. They went where they couldn't find it, and they had nothing to hang on."

"Who is it!?"

All Mansziqi grabbed the hair with his hands.

This weird conversation at the scene is like a scene of large-scale schizophrenia. While disgusting and disgusting, Chloe also feels a deep madness. This man's desire to control his destiny has reached a level of paranoia.

"Wait, black mistletoe."

Among the crowd, a lightly injured Mans stood up and said gloomily: "Hofbach carries black mistletoe on his body."

Hearing this, the expressions of Mans's faces changed.

"wrong."

A Mans with blood on the corner of his mouth stood up: "I broke the black mistletoe, and he has nothing to do with me."

"Oh."

All Mans sighed in relief again. The sound was like a World Cup where the opponent team failed to score a penalty, and the local audience sighed in unison.

But then they frowned again, "Since the mistletoe is broken, who killed me?"

All Mans looked at the end of the team, the most embarrassed himself, and asked in unison.

"I don't know, the crisis comes from behind me, and I can't see who did it." At the end of the team, Mans replied in a panic.

"Damn it, who the **** is it?"

"Who killed me?"

All Mans questioned at once, and their heads turned to Chloe, wanting to get the answer from the nun.

"You ask me, but you don't know everything I know."

Chloe on the iron chair looked at him sympathetically: "But I can tell you that if God decides that something must happen, then no matter how hard humans try, it will be in vain."

"To shut up!!"

Mans, who was next to the TV, swept his arm across the table, and the TVs that were connected to the wire dumpling boxes were swept aside, and the convex glass screen was shattered, and the electric current was carried on it.

"Are you saying that I am destined to die today?" All Mans gritted their teeth together.

"I didn't say it, you foresaw it yourself."

Facing Mans’ anger, Chloe remained unmoved: “When I was in a French monastery, the priest told me that almost all visible futures are terrible, painful, uncontrollable and powerless. Yes. Almost 100% of the things you are afraid of will happen. If you think about it this way, people still live happier without knowing anything.

As he said, Chloe looked at him sympathetically: "You took pains to catch me, draw my blood, and think that knowing the future can change the future, plan tactics, and obtain supreme benefits. In fact, that is just a dream... .."

The voice stopped abruptly.

A Mans held her throat with deep disgust in his eyes: "I don't need a whiteboard that I have never experienced before to point me at me and teach me to be a man! I am blessed by death, no one can. Kill me, no one, I will never die if I get hurt, this is his promise to me! Unless..."

The crowded room suddenly became quiet.

Mans thought of something together. After a long silence, their expressions changed again. It's just like the last ten seconds of the game, when his own player kicked an own goal.

"unless......"

"unless......"

"unless......"

The man who was holding Chloe's throat suddenly let go of his hand and let go of the nun who was coughing violently. He said with hatred, "Grindelwald! It must be you, Grindelwald!"

Hundreds of Mans suddenly raised their heads and shouted into the invisible air: "Aren't you also coveting the immortal thing I fancy?"

As a result, most of Mans disappeared cleanly, and the crowded room became empty. There was only one man and woman standing in place.

That was Mans at this point in time.

He broke his fingers and moved his neck.

"You never want to control my life!"

Immediately, he strode down the stairs and disappeared into Chloe's line of sight.