The door opened.
Tap, tap, tap … Along with the crisp and steady sound of high heels, a blonde woman slowly walked out of the darkness.
When she walked out from behind the little maid, the people in the dressing room quieted down. Men and women turned their heads away, but their eyes were firmly attracted to the woman, like a paperclip that met a magnet.
The bunny girl who was in charge of serving coke suddenly felt her legs go soft and collapsed on the sofa without warning. The glassware that contained coke rolled beside Hoffa's legs, and ice cubes spilled all over the floor. Fortunately, it didn't contain much coke.
If this happened on any other day, the bunny girl would have jumped up in shock and hurriedly apologized. But this time, she collapsed on the sofa softly, her eyes half-closed, and looked like she was about to fall asleep.
Hoffa didn't care about his men's loss of composure. After seeing the person who came in, he was slightly stunned. He pulled down his red glasses and looked carefully. He felt a strange sense of familiarity, but this sense of familiarity had nothing to do with appearance.
But he was very sure that he had never seen this strange woman before. If he had seen her before, with her looks and figure, she would have left an impression on him.
"Who are you?"
He frowned and asked, his body tense. He put away his sloppy attitude.
After the incident with Silby, he had a great hostility toward 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. The men had to hold on to the furniture around them to barely stand.
"Can you buy me a drink?"
The woman smiled at Hoffa and said, "I've been looking for you for a long time, and I'm a little thirsty from walking."
Hoffa's gaze swept across the room, and a casual smile appeared on his face. "Then you've found the right person."
As he said that, he shook the exaggerated black feathers on his shoulder, stood up, and went to the wine cabinet in the dressing room. He took out a few crystal clear wine glasses. "I've been renovating this theater into a ballroom, and all the drinks are free. Since you're the first customer today …"
As he said that, he opened the lid of 96% Polish distilled vodka and poured it into the glass. Then, he handed the glass to the blonde woman.
"Drink as much as you like."
"Thank you."
The woman took the glass, but didn't drink it. She just held it.
Hoffa stood in front of the blonde woman and looked at her light green eyes. Although the muscles on her face maintained a smile, her eyes were empty and indifferent, without any emotions.
The sense of familiarity surged in his heart again.
"Can we talk alone?" The woman held the glass and asked.
"Huh?!" Huo Fa pointed at his ears and pretended 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 it good to have more people? The more people there are, the merrier. Why do we have to talk alone?"
The blonde woman saw that she couldn't persuade Hoffa, so she began to ask the others in the room. "Excuse me, can I have a few words with your boss alone?"
The men and women who were targeted by her eyes were like puppets, and they staggered towards the door.
"Stop."
Hoffa said slowly.
His Spirit Field covered the entire dressing room like thunder, and the maids and secretaries who were about to leave woke up one by one.
Including the bunny girl who fell on the sofa. She just realized that the glass container she was responsible for had rolled to the side of the young man's leg.
"I'm … I'm sorry …"
She hurriedly started to clean up the containers, but unexpectedly, Huo Fa pressed the two maids who were pouring tea for him onto the sofa without any explanation. He held one in each arm and forced them to stay by his side and not move.
He looked at the woman who came in with his head tilted unscrupulously. "Where did you come from? Did you hire these people? Do you think they can leave just because you asked them to?"
"No." The woman shook her head calmly.
"Then tell me your name. If you have something to say, say it here." He sat on the sofa casually, crossed his legs, and hugged the two maids who were blushing. "I'll give you three minutes, seeing that you're so serious about dressing up."
"That's not necessary. You'll come to me one day."
The woman said with a smile, and walked out without any reluctance.
Hoffa was stunned. He guessed something. "Wait a minute."
The blonde woman stood still.
"Did I allow you to leave?" He squinted his eyes and asked with a smile. "Do you think this is a public toilet?"
The blonde woman looked back at him. Her expression was a little helpless, but her eyes did not change. In fact, from the moment she entered the door until now, there was no trace of fluctuation in her eyes.
"No." She shook her head.
"Drink the wine." Hoffa said in a commanding tone that could not be refused.
The blonde woman nodded. Under the gaze of more than a dozen people, she raised her head and drank the 96-degree wine in one gulp. Her eyebrows did not even blink, as if she was an emotionless robot.
"Good … Good."
Seeing that she finished drinking, Hoffa immediately pushed the two maids away, clapped his hands, stood up, stretched, and swaggered to the blonde woman with his hands in his pockets. He circled around her and teased, "Do you have any talent?"
"I can do anything." The blonde woman stood in the same place and said calmly, "I can do anything you want me to do."
"Really?" Black Flamingo narrowed his eyes. The golden eyes behind the red sunglasses flashed with an unpredictable light.
The blonde woman nodded seriously.
"Do you know how to play the bass?" Hoffa asked.
"I do."
The blonde woman said.
"Oh, that's interesting." He looked at his expensive watch. "It's almost time for the performance. You accompany me to perform, and then … we'll consider being alone. Hehe …"
When he asked, the male secretary in the dressing room lowered his head. The corners of his mouth twitched. It was time for the boss to go crazy every night. The maids who served him also turned their heads awkwardly and covered their faces with their hands. The tone and actions of the young upstart boss really made them unable to look straight at him.
However, unexpectedly, the blonde woman smiled at him and nodded. She did not seem angry at all.
"That's great, that's great."
Black Flamingo clapped his hands. "I hope you don't let me down."
As soon as he finished, the theater door opened. The doorman unlocked the door.
Countless men and women poured into the theater from the streets. They cheered and ran wildly, like a group of zombies that smelled blood. The curtains around the dressing room were suddenly pulled open.
Concrete steps went down, forming a stage in the middle of the theater. Above the stage, there was a dense circle of projection equipment. Countless spotlights flashed on the ceiling. The colorful spotlights shone in from the high ceiling. Smoke rose from the steps and floated in the air. The faces of the fanatical and crazy people were enshrouded. It was like a dream.
Hoffa strode out of the dressing room and came to the balcony of the box on the third floor. He opened his arms and the black feathers on his shoulders fluttered.
He laughed and a microphone flew into his hand. He raised the microphone. "Today, all the food and drinks are free. Let's party!!!"
Accompanied by his voice, countless small metal loudspeakers stretched out from all directions of the theater. Banknotes with the Queen's face printed on them were shot out from the loudspeakers. They were pounds.
It rained money from the sky.
"Ah!!"
"Father!"
"Good man!"
"God!" “
"Jesus reincarnated!"
"Praise the Queen!" “
"Praise God!!"
.....
Countless homeless people and men and women cheered wildly. They were so excited that their throats were hoarse. They raised their hands high and danced toward the floating money in the sky.
The fanatical scene made Huo Fa laugh out loud. He directly jumped from the third floor onto the stage that had just been built. Under the dance floor, there were countless men and women dancing with their hands raised. They held the money and looked anxiously at the exaggerated black flamingo in the middle of the stage.
"Come out, my babies!!"
Fiery Bird raised his microphone and laughed.
Five or six rockers in exaggerated costumes came out from all directions of the stage. They had Mohican hairstyles, naked upper bodies, and all kinds of tattoos. Some were carrying drums, some were carrying guitars, and some were carrying electronic organs.
Hoffa walked to the bald bass player and whispered in his ear, "I don't like your bald head. You're fired."
Then he took his bass and threw it to the third floor.
The bass spun and flew over. It looked like it was going to smash people's heads.
However, the blonde woman on the third floor still maintained her eternal smile. She caught the bass that was flying at high speed with one hand and then slowly walked down the stairs. She gracefully passed through the crowd, and in the process, no one could touch her. Wherever she went, the fanatical crowd would make a detour.
The bass player, who had worked with her a few times, was stunned. The rest of the band was also stunned. But when the blonde woman walked on the stage, it was like they had taken a hallucinogen. Their eyes became dazed.
"Prove yourself," Hoffa said with the microphone.
"Okay." The blonde woman nodded.
On the stage, the blonde woman, who was dressed completely out of place with the atmosphere, calmly pressed the strings and shook her head slightly.
The next second.
Her fingers moved slightly and she played a smooth solo.
At the beginning, the robbers under the stage didn't care about the bullshit music. They just wanted to grab the money. But as the solo gradually went deeper, they were attracted by the music of the bass solo. They looked up at the woman and forgot to grab the money for a while.
Hoffa's eyes widened. He just wanted to vent. He didn't expect this guy to be a world-class bass player.
The slender fingers flew up and down, and the jumping notes flowed out like water. Like a breeze, like a drizzle, it brought everyone to the psychedelic world of rock.
The eyes of the crowd couldn't move away anymore. They raised their arms and began to sway with the music.
After the one-minute solo ended, the band singers behind her moved like puppets. The drummer beat, the electronic organ flowed, and a soft but powerful ensemble sounded.
When the music entered his ears, Hoffa covered his head. His spirit seemed to be hit by a giant hammer. The crowd waving their arms in front of him became blurred, and the pounds floating in the air became bloody red dots.
The atmosphere was extremely psychedelic. He turned his head and looked at the blonde woman. The guy was smiling at him. Her eyes were deep and ruthless like a whirlpool.
Under the gaze of those eyes, Hoffa's spiritual shell was peeled off layer by layer, shattered, and reached to the bottom of his consciousness. He instinctively took the microphone to his mouth and hummed in a low voice.
"Our bodies separate, we return to one."
"We climb to the top, we fall into the abyss."
"We are so young, we are so old."
"Do you know my burning heart, so cold!"
"We don't need persuasion, we don't need help."
"We don't need money, we don't need alcohol."
"We don't need a doctor, we don't need a woman, we just need a bottle of nitroglycerin. Ignite with gunpowder, ignite the body. "
He shook his head and hummed in a low voice.
"Ignite …"
"Ignite …"
"Ignite …"
The fingers of the blonde woman on the bass stopped. The rhythm and beat suddenly stopped.
A second later, the rhythm accelerated.
Huo Fa gripped the microphone tightly, bent down, and began singing at the top of his lungs.
"Burning heart, so cold!"
"Kill me!"
"Drink my blood!!"
"Eat my heart!!"
"Take everything away from me!!"
"Burn my body to ashes!!"
He straightened up, held the microphone, and looked at the sky. The singing from the soul attracted all the young people on the streets of London's Soho district to gather here. The people who had already gathered in the theater raised their arms in shock. The sudden burst of emotions made them tremble all over. They waved their arms and shouted wildly. It was a music they had never heard before.
.....
"Burning heart, so cold!"
"Kill me!!"
"Drink my blood!!"
"Eat my heart!!"
"Take everything away from me!!"
"Burn my body to ashes!!!!"
.....
The spotlight shone on the black flamingo. His expression became more and more ferocious, like the cry of an ancient wizard after a hunt. The blonde woman in the distance was expressionless, but her fingers were so fast that the strings were almost broken. It was as if she was not playing the strings, but steel. The storm-like music poured out like a torrent. It was so violent that it almost tore the space apart.
Countless people gathered together and shook their heads. The theater, which was thousands of square meters, was packed. It was like the scene of a large cult.
.....
"Kill me!"
"Drink my blood!!"
"Eat my heart!!"
"Take everything away from me!!"
"Burn my body to ashes!!"
"Kill me!"
"Drink my blood!!"
"Eat my heart!!"
"Take everything away from me!!"
"Burn my body to ashes!!"
"Kill me!"
"Drink my blood!!"
"Eat my heart!!"
"Take everything away from me!!"
"Burn my body to ashes!!"
"Ah!!!!"
With a long roar, Huo Fa threw away the microphone and walked straight to the drummer. He grabbed him by the back of his collar and threw him out. Then, he sat in front of the drum set and started beating without a care in the world.
In the tsunami-like roar, his arms were as fast as a Mirage. His feet stepped on the beat. Those rough and simple skills seemed to be self-taught. With the help of the bass player's violent playing, he shook his head like a madman.
He did not know how long he played until his hands were bleeding. Until the scene was silent. Until his whole body was sweating, his gray hair was wet and messy, his red sunglasses shattered on the drum, his Patek Philippe shattered into pieces, and his black feathers fell to the ground.
.....
.....
The hour-long performance came to an end.
Everyone at the scene was in a trance. They rolled their eyes, opened their mouths, and seemed to have lost their souls. After the music stopped, they still shook their arms in the air, like seaweed floating in the sea.
Except for him and the blonde woman, the other musicians in the temporary band fell to the ground. They were so tired that they were foaming at the mouth and unconscious.
Hoffa lowered his head, his arms drooped, like a rooster without feathers, sitting in front of the almost smashed drum set. Sweat dripped from his chin and the tip of his nose to the ground, and the sound could be heard.
His restless soul gradually cooled down.
The quiet stage was unbearable for him. It was the loneliness among thousands of people, the loneliness of being at a loss. It was as if he could see the empty room, the man who fell behind the table, and the splashing blood as soon as he closed his eyes. He was so awake at night.
"What … do you want to do?" He lowered his head, and his hoarse voice was so low that it could not be heard.
"Why ask if you know." The blonde woman holding the bass said with a smile.
"You don't have to say anything about asking me to go back," Hoffa murmured with his head down, "I'm living a happy life now, and I won't go back to 50 years ago."
"You haven't slept for a month, and you haven't even left the crowd. If you're living a happy life now, then what are you afraid of?"
Hoffa lowered his head and kept silent.
The blonde woman put the bass on the ground, picked up her bag, and took out a box of barbiturates from the bag. She poured the white solid in the box into her hand, and then handed her palm to Hoffa, "If reality is a nightmare for you, then you should have a good rest."
"A nightmarish reality …?"
Hoffa slowly raised his head, looking at the beautiful face of the woman in front of him, and looking at the unconscious revelers around, he completely understood its true identity.
He took the pill and swallowed it.
Soon, with the effect of the pill, his vision became drowsy.
"Sleep, sleep."
The woman stood behind him and rubbed his temples calmly and coldly. "Go to sleep. Go to sleep."
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