Chapter 285

The door opened.

Dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada.

When she came out from behind the maid, the people in the dressing room were quiet. Men and women did not turn their heads, but their eyes were firmly attracted to the woman, like a magnetic paper clip.

Among them, the bunny who was in charge of carrying coke suddenly collapsed on the sofa with her legs softened without warning. The glass container containing coke rolled beside Hoffa's legs, and ice spilled all over the floor. Fortunately, there was not much Coke in it.

If this happens on weekdays, the bunny would have to jump up and apologize. But this time, she collapsed on the sofa, her eyes half closed and half open, and she was about to fall asleep.

Hoffa didn't care about the gaffe of his men. After seeing the people coming in, he was slightly stunned. He pulled down his red glasses and looked at them carefully. He felt a strange sense of familiarity, which had nothing to do with his appearance.

But he was sure that he had never seen this strange woman before. If he had, how could he have left an impression with her face and figure.

"Who are you?"

He asked, frowning, taut. Put away the rambling posture.

After the sylby incident, he had a great hostility to the women who came to him.

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

"Can you buy me a drink?"

The woman said with a smile, "I've been looking for you for a long time. I'm thirsty."

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

With that, he shakes the pompous black feathers on his shoulders, stands up, goes to the wine cabinet in the dressing room, and pulls out some crystal clear wine glasses from it: "I just turned this theater into a dance hall these days, and all the drinks are free, since you are the first customer to visit today..."

with that, he laughs and opens it with the mark of 96% Distill vodka, bang into the cup, and then pass the cup to the blonde.

"Help yourself."

"Thank you."

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

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

A sense of familiarity came back to me.

"Can we have a word alone?" Asked the woman, holding the glass.

"Ah Hoffa pointed to his ear and pretended not to hear.

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

"Hum..." Hoffa turned around, leaned back on the sofa and put his legs on the coffee table again: "it's not good to have more people. It's so busy together. Why do you have to talk alone?"

Seeing how to persuade Hoffa not to move, the blonde began to ask other people in the room kindly, "excuse me, can I have a few words with your boss alone?"

The men and women in her eyes are like puppets, staggering towards the door.

"Stop."

Hoffa said slowly.

His mental field covers the whole dressing room like thunder, and the maids and secretaries who are about to leave wake up one after another.

Including the bunny who fell on the sofa, she found that the glass container she was responsible for carrying rolled down on the boy's leg.

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

she quickly started to clean up the container, but Hoffa could not help but press the two maids on the sofa, holding one in one hand, forcing them to stay by their side.

He looked at the woman who came in and said, "where did you come from? Are these people invited by you? Just let them go?"

"No The woman shakes her head calmly.

"Then put your name in the paper and say something here." He was sitting on the sofa with his legs cocked, holding two hot faced maids: "I'll give you three minutes, for the sake of your dressing so seriously."

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

The woman said with a smile and walked out with no nostalgia.

Huo FA a Leng, guess what: "wait a minute."

The blonde stands still.

"Do I allow you to go?" He narrowed his eyes and asked with a smile, "do you think this is a public toilet?"

The blonde looked back at him with helpless expression, but her eyes remained the same. In fact, her eyes had never had a ripple since she entered the door.

"No She shook her head."Drink the wine." Hoffa said in a tone of command that could not be refused.

The blonde nodded. Under the gaze of more than a dozen people, she looked up and drank the 96 degree super high concentration wine in one gulp, without blinking her eyebrows, as if she were a robot without emotion.

"Good... Good."

When he saw that she had finished drinking, Hoffa immediately pushed the two maids away, clapped their hands, stood up and stretched. He swaggered to the blonde woman with his hand in his pocket. He walked around her and said, "what talent do you know?"

"I can do anything." The blonde stood still and said calmly, "whatever you want me to do."

"True or false?" The black Flamingo narrowed its eyes, and the golden eyes behind the Red Sunglasses flashed with unpredictable light.

The blonde nodded seriously.

"Can you play bass?" Hoffa asked.

"I will."

Said the blonde.

"Oh, that's interesting." He looked at his expensive watch: "it's almost time for the show. You can go out with me to perform, and then... We'll think about getting along with each other alone and having a good time..."

when he asked questions, the male secretaries in the dressing room lowered their heads and twitched. It's time for the boss to get nervous every night. And the maids who served him awkwardly turned their heads and covered their faces with their hands. This young upstart boss's tone and action really make them some can't bear to look directly at.

However, unexpectedly, the strange blonde looked at him with a smile and nodded, not angry at all.

"Great, great."

The black Flamingo clapped: "I hope you don't let me down."

The door of the theater downstairs opened just after the words. The doorman untied the entrance guard.

Countless men and women poured into the theater from the streets, cheering and running like zombies smelling blood. The curtain around the dressing room was suddenly pulled open.

The concrete steps go down layer by layer to form a stage in the center of the theater, with a dense circle of projection equipment above the stage. Countless spotlights are shining and changing on the ceiling, and colorful spotlights are shining in from the high ceiling. The smoke of roller skating rises from the upper layer of the steps and floats in the air. It is like a dream with those crazy faces.

Hoffa stepped 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 were dancing.

He laughed, a microphone did not know where to fly to his hand, he held up the microphone: "today, all food and drink are free, Carnival!"

With his voice, countless metal trumpets came out from all sides of the theater, and notes printed with the Queen's head came out of the trumpet, which were pound sterling.

It rained money.

"Ah!"

"Father

"Good man!"

"God man! "

" Jesus is reborn! "

"Praise the queen! "

" praise the gods! "

...

countless tramps and men and women cheered wildly, and their voices were hoarse with excitement. They hold their hands high and jump to the sky with money.

The frenzied scene made Hoffa laugh. He jumped directly from the third floor on the stage which had just been built. Under the dance floor, there are countless men and women holding up their hands and looking at the Flamingo in the middle of the stage.

"Come on out, babies!"

Flamingo held up the microphone and laughed.

Five or six rock musicians in exaggerated costumes came out from all over the stage. They had Mohican hair, upper body and all kinds of tattoos. Some carry drums, some carry guitars, some carry electronic organ.

Hoffa walked up to the bald bassist 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.

Beth whirled past, with a posture of smashing people's heads.

But the blonde woman on the third floor still keeps a constant smile for thousands of years. She takes over the high-speed flying bass with one hand, and then slowly goes down the stairs, passing through the crowd gracefully. In the process, no one can touch her. Wherever she went, fanatical crowds took a detour.

The bassist, who has worked together several times, is stunned, as are the rest of the band. But when the blonde stepped onto the stage, their eyes became dazed as if they had taken psychedelic drugs.

"Prove yourself." Hoffa said with the microphone.

"Good." The blonde nodded.

On the stage, I saw the blonde woman, who was completely different in dress and atmosphere, holding down the string calmly and shaking her head a little.

Next second.

With her fingers moving, she pops up a smooth solo.At the beginning, the money grabbing people on the stage didn't care about the bullshit music at all, they just robbed money crazily. But with the soloist gradually deepening, they are attracted by the music of bessolo. They look up at the woman and forget to rob money for a moment.

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 came out like flowing water. Like the breeze, like the drizzle, bring everyone to the psychedelic rock world.

The eyes of the crowd couldn't move any more. They raised their arms and began to sway with the music.

At the end of a minute solo, the band singers behind her all moved like puppets. Drummer beat, electronic organ flow, the scene sounded soft but no lack of strength ensemble.

Music in the ear, Hoffa covered his head, spirit as if by a giant hammer, waving arms in front of the crowd become blurred, the sky flying pounds into a red dot.

He turned his head suddenly and looked at the blonde. The guy was looking at him with a smile. His eyes were as deep and pitiless as a whirlpool.

Under the gaze of those eyes, Hoffa's mental shell was peeled off layer by layer and smashed to the bottom of consciousness. Instinctively, he took the microphone to his mouth and hummed out in a low voice:

"we are separated from each other, we are one again."

"We reach the summit, we fall into the abyss."

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

"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 doctors, we don't need women, just a bottle of nitroglycerin. Ignite the body with gunpowder. "

He shook his head and sang in a low voice.

"Light up"

"light up"

"light up"

the golden haired woman of Beth stops her fingers and the rhythm stops.

After a second, the rhythm speeds up.

Hoffa clenched the receiver, bent down and began to sing at the top of his voice.

"Burning heart, so cold!"

"Kill me!"

"Drink my blood!"

"Eat my heart!"

"Take everything from me!"

"Burn my body to ashes!"

He straightened up, held the receiver and looked at the sky. The singing from the soul made the young people from all the streets of SOHO gather here. The people who had gathered in the theatre raised their arms in shock. The sudden burst of emotion made them shudder all over, waving their arms and shouting, which was music they had never heard before.

...

"burning heart, so cold!"

"Kill me!"

"Drink my blood!"

"Eat my heart!"

"Take everything from me!"

"Burn my body to ashes!!"

...

when the spotlight hit the black flamingo, his expression became more and more ferocious, like the cry of ancient wizard after hunting. The blonde in the distance has no expression on her face, but her fingers are so fast that she almost breaks the string, as if what she plays is not the string, but the steel bar. Torrential rain like music torrent like pouring out, irritable almost tear the space.

Countless people gathered to shake their heads and cram thousands of square meters of theater, just like the scene of a large cult.

...

"kill me!"

"Drink my blood!"

"Eat my heart!"

"Take everything from me!"

"Burn my body to ashes!"

"Kill me!"

"Drink my blood!"

"Eat my heart!"

"Take everything from me!"

"Burn my body to ashes!"

"Kill me!"

"Drink my blood!"

"Eat my heart!"

"Take everything from me!"

"Burn my body to ashes!"

"Ah

With a long roar, Hoffa threw away the microphone, went straight to the drummer, took his back collar and threw him out. Then, he sat in front of the drum and began to knock.

In the roar like a tsunami, his arms are as fast as phantoms, his feet are stepping on the beat, and his rough and simple skills seem to be self-taught. With the help of the bass player's violent playing, he shakes his head and looks like a madman.

I don't know how long it took until the tiger's mouth was bleeding, until the scene was silent, until my whole body was sweating, my gray hair was wet and messy, my red sunglasses were broken on the drum, Patek Philippe was broken into pieces, and my black feathers fell all over the ground....

...

the end of an hour long performance.

All the people at the scene were in a trance. They rolled their eyelids, grew up and lost their soul. After the music stopped, they still shook their arms in the air, like seaweed dancing in the sea.

Except for him and the blonde, all the other musicians in the band fell to the ground, foaming with fatigue.

Hoffa's head was down, his arms drooping, like a bald cock sitting in front of the nearly smashed drum, sweat dripping 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 at a loss. It was as if he could see the empty room, the man falling behind the dining table, the splashing blood as soon as he closed his eyes. He was so sober at night.

"What do you... Want?" He bowed his head and his hoarse voice was low.

"I don't know why to ask." She said with a smile.

"You don't have to say anything to get me back." Hoffa lowered his head and murmured, "I'm happy now. I won't go back 50 years."

"You haven't slept for a month, or even left the crowd. If you enjoy your life, what are you afraid of?"

Hoffa bowed his head and was silent.

The blonde woman put Bess on the ground, picked up her bag, took out a box of barbital from the bag, 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."

"Nightmarish reality

Hoffa slowly raised his head, looked at the gorgeous woman's face in front of him, looked at the unconscious revelers around him, and thoroughly understood his true identity.

He took the pill and swallowed it.

Soon, with the help of the medicine, his vision became dim.

"Sleep, sleep."

The woman stood behind him, pressing his temple, quietly and coldly rubbing: "go to sleep, go to sleep."