Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

The door opened.

Da Da Da... Accompanied by the crisp and steady sound of high heels stomping on the ground, a blonde woman slowly walked out of the darkness.

When she came out from behind the little maid, the people in the dressing room were quiet, and the men and women turned their heads away, but their eyes were firmly attracted to the woman, like a paperclip meeting a magnet.

Among them, the bunny girl who was in charge of serving Coke suddenly softened her legs without warning and collapsed on the sofa. The glassware containing Coke was rolled on the side of Hoffa's legs, and ice cubes were spilled on the ground. Fortunately, there was not much inside. Coke.

If it happened on weekdays, the bunny girl would have to jump up and apologize quickly. But this time, she collapsed softly on the sofa, her eyes half closed and half open, as if she was about to fall asleep.

Hoffa didn't care about the gaffe of his men. After seeing the person who came in, he was taken aback for a while, pulled down his red glasses and took a closer look, feeling a peculiar sense of familiarity, which had nothing to do with appearance.

But he was very sure that he had never seen the strange woman in front of him before. If he had seen her, with her looks and figure, then he would have left an impression.

"Who are you?"

He frowned and asked, his body tensed. Put away the silly posture.

After experiencing the Silby incident, he had great hostility towards the kind of women who took the initiative to come to him.

The blonde woman didn't answer. She walked into the room with her bag and looked around. Several men had to hold on to the furniture beside them to make themselves firm.

"Can you buy me a drink?"

The woman smiled at Hoffa familiarly and said: "I have been looking for you for a long time, and I am a little thirsty to walk.

Hoffa's gaze swept across the room, and a casual smile appeared on his face: "Then you are really looking for the right person."

As he said, he shook the exaggerated black feathers on his shoulders, stood up, came to the wine cabinet in the dressing room, and drew a few crystal clear wine glasses from it: "I just turned this theater into a ballroom these days. , The drinks are all free, since you are the first visitor today..."

As he said, he laughed and opened the vodka labeled 96% Polish distilled vodka, poured it into the cup, and then handed the cup to the blonde woman.

"Drink whatever you want."

"Thank you."

The woman took the glass, did not drink, just held it.

Hoffa stood in front of the blonde woman and looked at her pale green eyes. Although the muscles on her face kept a smile, the eyes were hollow and indifferent, without any emotion.

A sense of familiarity came to my heart again.

"Can we speak alone?" the woman asked with her wine glass.

"Huh!?" Hoffa pointed to his ear, pretending not to hear.

"I said, can you have a drink with me alone?"

"Hmph..." Hoffa turned around, leaned back on the sofa, and put his legs on the coffee table again: "Isn't there a lot of people? It's a lot of fun together, why do you have to speak alone." "

Seeing that the blonde woman persuaded Hoffa to stay still, she asked the others in the house kindly: "Excuse me, can I say a few words with your boss?"

The men and women whom her eyes saw were like puppets, staggering towards the door.

"stop."

Hoffa said slowly.

His mental force field covered the entire dressing room like thunder, and the maids and secretaries who were swaying about to leave were agitated and woke up.

Including the bunny girl who fell on the sofa, she found out that the glass container she was holding rolled down on the leg of the young man.

"Yes... I'm sorry..."

She hurriedly got up to pack the container, but unexpectedly Hoffa couldn't help but press the two maids who served her tea and water on the sofa, holding one in each hand, and forcing them to stay by her side and not move.

I saw him unscrupulously tilted his head and looked at the woman who came in: "Where did you come out? Are these people you invited? You just let it go?"

"No." The woman shook her head calmly.

"Then report your name, and if you have something to say, just say it here." He sat on the sofa with his legs upright, and embraced the two blushing maids: "I'll give you three minutes. It's up to you. For the sake of being so serious."

"No need, you will come to me one day."

The woman said with a smile, and walked out without reluctance.

Hoffa was taken aback and guessed something: "Wait a minute."

The blonde woman stood still after hearing the words.

"Did I allow you to go?" He squinted and asked with a smile: "Do you think this is a public toilet?"

The blonde woman looked back at him with a helpless expression, but the expression in her eyes remained unchanged. In fact, since she entered the door, there has never been a ripple in her eyes.

"No." She shook her head.

"Drink the wine," Hoffa said in a commanding tone that could not be denied.

The blonde woman nodded, and under the gaze of more than a dozen people, she raised her head and drank the 96-degree ultra-high-concentration alcohol without blinking her brows, as if she were a robot with no emotions.

"Good... good."

Seeing her finish drinking, Hoffa immediately pushed away the two maids, clapped their hands, stood up, stretched, swaying with his hands in his pockets, swaying to the blonde woman, and flowing around her. After a while, teased: "What kind of talent do you have?"

"I know everything." The blonde woman stood still and said calmly: "You can do whatever you want with me."

"Really?" The black flamingo squinted, and the golden eyes behind the red sunglasses flashed with unpredictable light.

The blonde woman nodded seriously.

"Do you know how to play bass?" Hoffa asked.

"I will."

The blonde woman said.

"Oh, it's kind of interesting." He looked at his expensive watch: "It's almost time for performances, you accompany me out to perform, and then... we will consider being alone again, laughing and joking..."

When he asked questions, the male secretary in the dressing room was lowered and the corners of his mouth twitched. It was time for the boss to get nervous every night. The maids who served him also turned their heads in embarrassment, covering their faces with their hands. The tone and actions of the young upstart boss really made them a little unbearable to look directly at them.

However, unexpectedly, the strange blonde woman looked at him with a smile and nodded, showing no signs of anger.

"Great, great."

The black flamingo clapped his hands: "I hope you don't let me down."

As soon as the voice fell, the theater gate downstairs opened. The doorman unlocked the door.

Countless men and women poured into the theater from the street. They cheered and rushed like a group of zombies smelling blood. The curtains around the dressing room were suddenly pulled apart.

The concrete steps descend layer by layer, forming a stage in the center of the theater, and a dense circle of projection equipment is above the stage. Countless spotlights shine and change on the ceiling, and colorful spotlights shine in from the high ceiling. The smoke of roller skating rises from the upper layers of the steps and floats in the air, enveloping the faces of those frantic people, like a dream.

Hoffa strode out of the dressing room and came to the balcony of the third-floor box, with his arms outstretched and the black feathers on his shoulders fluttering.

He laughed, a microphone flew into his hand from nowhere, and he held the microphone: "Today, all food and drinks are free. Let’s have fun!!!"

Accompanied by his voice, countless metal trumpets protruded from all sides of the theater, and banknotes with the Queen's head were sprayed out of the trumpets. They were pound sterlings.

Money rained from the sky.

"what!!"

"Father!"

"Good guy!"

"God!"

"Jesus is born again!"

"Praise the queen!"

"Praise the gods!!"

......

Countless homeless people and men and women cheered wildly, and their voices went hoarse with excitement. They raised their hands high and jumped and stretched out the money floating in the sky.

The frenetic scene made Hoffa laugh, and he jumped directly from the third floor onto the newly erected stage. Under the dance floor, there are countless men and women leaping and holding their hands. They are holding coins and looking eagerly at the grandiose black flamingo in the center of the stage.

"Come out, darlings!!"

The flamingo held the microphone and laughed.

Five or six rock musicians in exaggerated costumes came out from all directions on the stage. They had mohican hairstyles, their upper bodies, and various tattoos. Some are carrying drums, some are carrying guitars, and some are carrying electronic organs.

Hoffa’s six friends walked up to the bald bassist without acknowledgment, and whispered in his ear: "I don't like your bald head, you have been fired."

Then he took his bass and threw it to the third floor.

Beth whirled and flew over, in a posture of smashing people's heads.

However, the blonde woman on the third floor still maintained a smile that remained unchanged for thousands of years. She took the high-speed flying bass with one hand, and then slowly walked down the stairs, passing through the flow of people gracefully. In the process, unexpectedly No one can touch her. Wherever she walked, the enthusiastic crowd detoured.

The bassist who had worked together a few times was stunned, and the others in the band were also stunned. But when the blonde woman walked onto the stage, they looked like they had taken psychedelic drugs, and their eyes turned into a trance.

"Prove yourself." Hoffa said with the microphone.

"Okay." The blonde woman nodded.

On the stage, I saw the blonde woman who was dressed completely inconsistent with the atmosphere, holding down the strings quite calmly, and shook her head a little.

Next second.

With a slight movement of her fingers, she unexpectedly popped out a smooth solo.

In the beginning, the people who snatched money off the stage didn't care about **** music, they just snatched money frantically. But as the solo gradually deepened, they were attracted by the bass solo music, looked up at the woman, and suddenly forgot to grab the money.

Hoffa's eyes widened. He just wanted to vent. He didn't expect this guy to have the level of a world-class bass player.

I saw the slender fingers flew up and down, and the beating notes flowed out like water. Like a breeze, like a drizzle, it brought everyone to the psychedelic world of rock and roll.

The crowd's eyes could no longer be moved, they raised their arms and began to sway along with the music.

One minute solo ended, and the band singers behind her moved like puppets. The drummer beats, the electronic piano flows, and there is a soft but powerful ensemble.

With the music in his ears, Hoffa covered his head, his spirit was as if being hit by a sledgehammer, the crowd waving his arms in front of him became blurred, and the pound sterling floating in the air turned into **** red spots.

The atmosphere was extremely psychedelic for a while, he turned his head abruptly and looked at the blond woman, who was looking at him with a smile, his eyes were as deep and ruthless as a whirlpool.

Under the gaze of those eyes, Hoffa’s mental shell was peeled off layer by layer, shattered, and reached the bottom of consciousness. He instinctively held the microphone to his mouth and hummed in a low voice:

"We are separated, we are back together."

"We reached the top, we fell into the abyss."

"We are so young, we are so old."

"You know my burning heart is so cold!"

"We don't need to persuade, we don't need to help."

"We don't need money, nor alcohol."

"We don't need a doctor or a woman. We just need a bottle of nitroglycerin. Use gunpowder to ignite and ignite the body."

He shook his head and sang in a low voice.

"ignite....."

"ignite....."

"ignite....."

As soon as the blonde woman stopped her fingers, the rhythm stopped.

After one second, the rhythm speeded up.

Hoffa squeezed the microphone, bent down, and sang with exhaustion.

"The Burning Heart, so cold!"

"kill me!"

"Drink my blood!!"

"Eat my heart!!"

"Taking everything from me!!"

"Burn my body to ashes!!"

He straightened up, pinched the microphone, and looked at the sky. The singing from the soul caused young people from all the streets of Soho in London to gather here one after another. The people who had gathered in the theater raised their arms in shock, and the sudden burst of emotion made them shudder, wave their arms, and screamed wildly. , It was music they had never heard before.

.......

"The Burning Heart, so cold!"

"kill me!!"

"Drink my blood!!"

"Eat my heart!!"

"Taking everything from me!!"

"Burn my body to ashes!!!"

......

The spotlight hit the black flamingo, and his expression became more and more ferocious, like the cry of an ancient wizard after a hunt. The blond woman in the distance was expressionless, but her fingers almost broke the strings quickly, as if she was not playing the strings, but the steel bars. Music poured out like a torrent of storms, and the irritable almost tore the space apart.

Countless people gathered together and shook their heads, squeezing the theater of thousands of square meters, like a large-scale cult site.

......

"Kill me!"

"Drink my blood!!"

"Eat my heart!!"

"Taking everything from me!!"

"Burn my body to ashes!!"

"Kill me!"

"Drink my blood!!"

"Eat my heart!!"

"Taking everything from me!!"

"Burn my body to ashes!!"

"Kill me!"

"Drink my blood!!"

"Eat my heart!!"

"Taking everything from me!!"

"Burn my body to ashes!!"

"what!!!!!!"

With a long roar, Hoffa threw the microphone away, walked straight to the drummer, and threw him out while holding his back collar. Then, he sat in front of the drum set and beat it recklessly.

Amidst the screams of the mountain whistling and tsunami, his arms are as fast as phantoms, and his feet are stepping on the beat. Those rough and simple techniques seem to be mastered without a teacher. With the help of bassist violent playing, he shook his head. Like a madman.

I don't know how long it lasted, until the tiger's mouth was bleeding, until the scene was silent, until the whole body was sweating profusely, the gray hair on the back was wet and messy with sweat, the red sunglasses shattered on the drum surface, Patek Philippe shattered into pieces, and black feathers fell all over the ground.

......

......

The one-hour performance ends.

Everyone on the scene was drunk and dazed. They rolled their eyelids, grew their mouths, and lost their souls. After the music stopped, they still shook their arms in the air, like seaweed dancing in the sea.

Except for him and the blonde woman, all the other musicians in the makeshift band fell to the ground, foaming at their mouths.

Hoffa lowered his head, his arms drooping, like a depilated rooster sitting in front of a nearly smashed drum, dripping sweat from his chin and nose to the ground, and the sound was audible.

The restless soul gradually cooled down.

The quiet stage made him unbearable. It was the loneliness among thousands of people, the loneliness of knowing what to do, as if he could see the empty room, the man who fell behind the dining table, and the blood splattered as long as he closed his eyes. —He is so awake at night.

"What do you...want to do?" He lowered his head, his husky voice unchecked.

"Know why you need to ask more." The blonde woman holding the bass said with a smile.

"You don't have to say anything that made me go back." Hoffa muttered, lowering his head, "I am very happy now, and I will not go back fifty years ago."

"You have not slept for a month, and you have never even left the crowd. If you are enjoying your life now, what are you afraid of?"

Hoffa lowered his head and said nothing.

The blonde woman put the bass on the ground, picked up her bag, took out a box of barbiturates from the bag, smashed the white solid in the box into her hand, and then handed her palm to Hoffa: "If it is realistic It is a nightmare for you, so you should take a good rest."

"Is it a nightmare reality...?"

Hoffa slowly raised his head, looked at the glamorous woman's face in front of him, looked at the unconscious revellers around him, and completely understood its true identity.

He took the pill and swallowed it with his head up.

Soon, with the effect of the medicine, his eyes became dizzy.

"Go to sleep, go to sleep."

The woman stood behind him, pressing his temples, rubbing calmly and coldly: "Go to sleep, go to sleep."