The door opened.

Da Da Da ..... With 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 silent, and the men and women turned their heads away, but their eyes were firmly sucked into the woman, like a paper clip to a magnet.

One of them, the bunny girl who was in charge of serving Coke, suddenly collapsed on the couch with her legs limp, and the glassware containing Coke rolled on Hoffa's legs, and ice spilled on the floor, but fortunately there was not much Coke in it.

If it was a weekday, when such a thing happened, the bunny girl had to jump up in fright and hurriedly apologize. But this time, she collapsed on the sofa softly, her eyes half-closed and half-open, looking like she was about to fall asleep.

Hoffa didn't care about the gaffes of his men, and when he saw the people who came in, he was slightly stunned, pulled down his red glasses and took a closer look, feeling a strange sense of familiarity, which had nothing to do with appearance.

But he was sure that he had never seen this strange woman in front of him before, and if he had seen it, with her appearance and figure, how could he leave an impression.

"Who are you?"

He asked, frowning, his body tense. put away the posture of hanging a child.

After the events of Sylby, he has a great deal of hostility towards the woman who comes to the door on his own initiative.

The blonde woman didn't answer, she walked into the room with her bag in her hand, and looked around, where several men had to hold on to the furniture around them to keep themselves on their feet.

"Can you please have a drink?"

The woman's self-cooked Chong Hofa smiled and said, "I've been looking for you for a long time, and I'm a little thirsty." ”

Hoffa's gaze swept around the room, and a nonchalant smile appeared on his face: "Then you've really found the right person." ”

As he spoke, he shook the exaggerated black feathers on his shoulders, stood up, came to the wine cabinet in the dressing room, and pulled out a few crystal clear wine glasses from it: "I just converted this theater into a dance hall these days, and the drinks are all free, since you are the first customer to visit today......

As he spoke, he smiled and opened the 96 percent Polish distilled vodka, poured it into the cup with a clatter, and then handed the cup to the blonde woman.

"Drink as much as you want. ”

"Thank you. ”

The woman took the glass, didn't drink it, just held it.

Hoffa stood in front of the blonde woman, looking at her pale green eyes, the muscles on her face kept smiling, but the eyes were empty and indifferent, without any emotion.

Familiarity came back to me.

"Can we say a word alone?" asked the woman, holding her glass.

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

"I say, 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 a lot of people, it's so lively when there are many people, why do you have to talk alone." ”

Seeing that she persuaded Hoffa not to move, the blonde woman began to ask the others in the room kindly: "Lao Jia, can you let me talk to your boss alone?"

The men and women who were favored by her eyes staggered towards the door like puppets.

"Stop. ”

Hoffa said slowly.

His mental force field covered the entire dressing room like thunder, and the maids and secretaries who were staggering and about to leave woke up one after another.

Including the bunny girl who collapsed on the couch, she realized that the glass container she was carrying had rolled down the boy's lap.

"Right..... Sorry ....."

She hurriedly got up to clean up the container, but unexpectedly, Hoffa pressed the two maids who brought tea and water to her on the sofa, held one in one hand, and forced them to stay by her side and not move.

I saw him tilt his head unscrupulously and look at the woman who came in: "Where did you come out, did you invite these people, you just let them go?"

"It's not. The woman shook her head calmly.

"Then put your name on it, and say it here. He sat on the sofa with Erlang's legs crossed, holding the two red-faced maids: "I'll give you three minutes, for the sake of how seriously you dress up." ”

"That's not necessary, you'll come to me one day. ”

The woman said with a smile and walked out without any nostalgia.

Hoffa was stunned for a moment and guessed something: "Wait a minute." ”

The blonde woman stood still.

"Shall I allow you to go?" he asked, squinting and smiling, "Do you think this is a public toilet?"

The blonde woman looked back at him, her expression was a little helpless, but her eyes were unchanged, in fact, her eyes had never had a trace of waves since she entered the door.

"Nope. She shook her head.

"I drank the wine. Hoffa said in a commanding tone that could not be refused.

The blonde woman nodded, and under the gaze of more than a dozen people, she raised her head and drank the glass of ultra-high concentration wine of ninety-six degrees, without blinking her brows, as if she was an emotionless robot.

"Good....... Good. ”

Seeing that she had finished drinking, Hoffa immediately pushed away the two maids, clapped his hands, stood up, stretched his waist, swaggered to the blonde woman with his hands in his pockets, and circled around her angrily, teasing: "Do you have any talent?"

"I can do anything. The blonde woman stood there and said calmly, "You can do whatever you want me to do." ”

"Really, fake?" the black flamingo narrowed, his golden eyes flashing with an unpredictable light behind his red sunglasses.

The blonde woman nodded earnestly.

"Will you play bass?" asked Hoffa.

"I will. ”

The blonde woman said.

"Yo, that's kind of interesting. He looked at his expensive watch: "It's about to be the time for the show, you accompany me out to perform, and then ..... Let's think about being alone again, hee-hee-ha-ha....."

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

However, unexpectedly, the strange blonde woman looked at him with a smile and nodded, without the slightest hint of anger.

"Great, great. ”

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

As soon as the words fell, the door of the theater downstairs opened. The doorman unlocked the curfew.

Countless men and women poured into the theater from the streets, cheering and running like zombies smelling blood, and the curtains around the dressing room were violently opened.

Concrete steps descend to form a stage in the center of the theater, and above the stage is a dense circle of projection equipment. Countless spotlights shine on the ceiling, and a variety of spotlights shine through the high ceiling. Roller skate smoke rose from the top of the stairs and floated in the air, filling the faces of those fanatical and crazy people like a dream.

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

He laughed, a microphone flew into his hand out of nowhere, he held the microphone: "All food and drinks are free today, let's party!!"

As he spoke, countless small metal trumpets stretched out from all sides of the theater, and banknotes with the Queen's face spewed out of the speakers, which were pounds.

It rained money.

"Ahh

"Father!"

"What a man!"

"O man of God!"

"Jesus is reborn!"

"Praise the Queen!"

"Praise the gods!!"

......

Countless homeless people and men and women cheered wildly, and their voices were hoarse with excitement. They raised their hands high and jumped at the sky with money falling in the sky.

The frenzied scene made Hoffa laugh, and he jumped directly from the third floor onto the newly built stage. On the dance floor, there were countless dancing men and women with hands raised, clutching coins and looking longingly at the pompous black flamingo in the center of the stage.

"Come out, babes!!"

The flamingo held up the microphone and laughed.

Five or six rockers in exaggerated costumes came out of the stage from all directions, with mohican haircuts, upper bodies, and all sorts of tattoos. Some carry drum kits, some carry guitars, and some carry electronic keyboards.

Hofa walked up 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, in a posture that was about to smash people's heads.

But the blonde woman on the third floor still maintained a smile that had not changed for thousands of years, she took the high-speed flying bass with one hand, and then slowly walked down the stairs, gracefully passing through the flow of people, in the process, no one could touch her. But everywhere she went, the fanatical crowds took a detour.

The bass players, who had already worked together a few times, were stunned, as were the rest of the band. But when the blonde woman walked on the stage, they were like taking psychedelic drugs, and their eyes became trance-like.

"Prove yourself. Hoffa said with the microphone in his hand.

"Good. The blonde woman nodded.

On the stage, I saw that the blonde woman who was dressed completely incompatible with the atmosphere pressed the strings quite calmly and shook her head slightly.

The next second.

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

In the beginning, those who grabbed money under the stage didn't care about bullshit music at all, they just went crazy to grab money. But as the solo gradually deepened, they were attracted by the music of the bass solo, 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 have the level of a world-class bass player.

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

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

When the solo was over in one minute, the band singers behind her were moving like puppeteers. The drummers beat, the electronic organ flows, and the ensemble is soft but powerful.

The music was in his ears, Hoffa covered his head, his spirit was like being hit by a giant hammer, the crowd waving his arms in front of him became blurred, and the pounds fluttering in the air turned into blood-colored red dots.

The atmosphere was very psychedelic for a moment, and he turned his head sharply to look at the blonde woman, who was smiling at him, those eyes as deep and unforgiving as a whirlpool.

Under the gaze of those eyes, Hoffa's spiritual shell was peeled off layer by layer, shattered, and reached the bottom of consciousness, he instinctively took the microphone to his mouth and hummed in a low voice:

"We're separated, we're back together. ”

"We go to the top, we fall into the abyss. ”

"We're so young, we're so old. ”

"Do you know that my burning heart is 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 doctors, we don't need women, just a bottle of nitroglycerin. Ignited with gunpowder, igniting the body. ”

He shook his head and sang in a low voice.

"Igniting ....."

"Igniting ....."

"Igniting ....."

The blonde woman in the bass pauses her fingers, and the rhythm stops.

After a second, the tempo picks up.

Hoffa tightened his grip on the microphone, bent down, and began to sing with all his might.

"Burning Heart, so cold!"

"Kill me!"

"Drink my blood!!"

"Eat my heart!!"

"Take everything from me!!"

"Burn my body to ashes!!"

He straightened up, pinched the microphone, and looked at the sky. The soul-singing brought young people from all the streets of Soho in London to this place, and those who had gathered in the theater raised their arms in shock, and the sudden burst of emotion made them tremble, waving their arms and shouting wildly, music they had never heard before.

.......

"Burning Heart, so cold!"

"Kill me!!"

"Drink my blood!!"

"Eat my heart!!"

"Take everything from me!!"

"Burn my corpse to ashes!!!"

......

The spotlight shone on the black flamingo, and his expression became more and more hideous, 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 they almost snapped the strings, as if she were playing not the strings, but the steel bars. A torrent of music poured out like a torrent of music, and the rage almost tore the space apart.

Countless people gathered together to shake their heads, squeezing the thousands of square meters of theater into full drainage, like a large-scale cult scene.

......

"Kill me!"

"Drink my blood!!"

"Eat my heart!!"

"Take everything from me!!"

"Burn my corpse to ashes!!"

"Kill me!"

"Drink my blood!!"

"Eat my heart!!"

"Take everything from me!!"

"Burn my corpse to ashes!!"

"Kill me!"

"Drink my blood!!"

"Eat my heart!!"

"Take everything from me!!"

"Burn my corpse to ashes!!"

"Ah!!!!!h

With a long roar, Hoffa threw away the microphone, walked straight up to the drummer, grabbed him by the collar and threw him out, and then he sat down in front of the drum kit and beat it heedlessly.

In the midst of the tsunami-like roar of the mountains, his arms were as fast as phantoms, his feet were on the beat, and those rough, simple tricks seemed to be self-taught, and with the help of the violent playing of the bass, he shook his head like a madman.

I don't know how long I fought, until the tiger's mouth was bleeding, until the scene was silent, until the whole body was sweating, the gray hair combed on the back was wet and messy with sweat, the red sunglasses were shattered on the drum, Patek Philippe was shattered into pieces, and a black feather fell to the ground.

......

......

The hour-long performance ends.

Everyone at the scene was in a trance, they rolled their eyelids, their mouths were long, they lost their souls, and after the music stopped, they still shook their arms in the air, like seaweed dancing in the sea.

With the exception of him and the blonde woman, the rest of the makeshift band fell to the ground, foaming at the mouth from exhaustion.

Hoffa's head was down, his arms drooping, like a hairless rooster sitting in front of a nearly smashed drum kit, sweat dripping from his chin and the tip of his nose to the ground.

The restless soul gradually cooled down.

The quiet stage was unbearable for him, it was the loneliness among the ten thousands, the loneliness of being at a loss, as if he could see the empty room as soon as he closed his eyes, the man who fell behind the dining table, the blood that spurted - he was so awake at night.

"You..... What do you want to do?" he bowed his head, his hoarse voice undetectable.

"I know why bother. The blonde woman holding the bass said with a smile.

"You don't have to say any to get me back. Hoffa lowered his head and muttered, "I'm having a good time now, and I'm not going back to fifty years ago." ”

"You haven't slept in a month, you've never even left the crowd, and if you're enjoying your life now, what are you afraid of?"

Hoffa lowered his head and remained silent.

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

"Nightmarish reality......

Hoffa slowly raised his head, looked at the bewitching woman's face in front of him, looked at the unconscious revelers 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 vision became dizzy.

"Sleep, sleep. ”

The woman stood behind him, pressed his temples, and rubbed calmly and coldly: "Sleep, sleep." ”