Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

In the dark tunnel, Anker held the torch all the way down. He leaned on the wall and walked very cautiously, for fear that he would fall into the bottomless abyss when he stepped on the air.

At the beginning, he still wanted to write down the stairs he walked, but soon he gave up this idea. No matter how he walks, the end of this step will never be seen, as if the end is connected to the other end of the earth.

I don't know how long I left, the torch in my hand began to sway, and the fuel was almost exhausted. The boundless darkness came from all directions, it was the most primitive unknown, the most primitive fear.

Anker stood still, this feeling reminded him of when he was climbing a mountain when he was a child, when he stood at a high place and looked up, his feet were soft.

He glanced back.

The entrance of the cave is no longer visible.

He gritted his teeth and leaned back on the wall step by step.

But just backed up two steps, but didn't move anymore.

The corners of his mouth twitched twice, and a trace of unwillingness and shame rushed out of his heart, and in an instant occupied his brain.

Back?

Back to that cave?

"Do you think you can scare me like this?"

Thinking of the gray-haired young man's mocking eyes and his voice resounding in the tunnel like a viper neighing, arousing echoes, he sneered and repeated: "Do you think this can scare me?"

He suddenly raised his head and roared: "Do you think this can scare me? Do you think I am a mudblood like Aldo? My father is the greatest capitalist in Germany, and my grandfather is the most famous slave owner in Europe. I, Ann Kerr von Kleist! There have been countless murders in the past thirty years. The dead body of my enemy is enough to build a high dam on the Rhine. Darkness can scare me? Don’t think, I am the darkness!"

call! !

After finishing speaking, he actually blew out the torch and smashed the wooden stick on the stairs, completely plunged into endless darkness around him.

He didn't care, and strode down.

At first he fell a few times because he couldn't see, but soon he got up and walked down angrily.

As he walked, he sneered and said to himself: "Let me see your abilities, come on, let me see your abilities."

He maintained a high morale and walked in the darkness.

ten minutes.

twenty minutes.

thirty minutes.

One hour.

Two hours.

three hours.

Ten hours...

fifteen......

Maybe longer.

The darkness gave him no response.

The fighting spirit gradually dissipated.

His steps seemed firm, but his back was soaked in cold sweat.

I don't know how long it has been. It may have reached the Moho or Gutenberg surface. It may even have crossed the mantle and entered the earth's core directly.

Finally, Anker was exhausted, and he angrily said: "If you beat me once, we will come again after I have a rest, and see if you are deep or I can go!"

After all, he was lying on the steps in the dark. Close your eyes. The ground was uneven, cold and hard, but it didn't take long. Anker actually fell asleep.

In other words, he wakes up from another layer of darkness, and there is still a layer of unchanging tunnels in front of him. The so-called rest and sleep are nothing but hallucinations.

He finally panicked completely.

Temporary compromise and retreat resulted in a rapid decline in momentum. One day after the high morale, he recognized the fact that this might be a bottomless pit, and instead crawled to the ground.

The scary thing is that he can no longer feel the existence of gravity, and the feeling of climbing up is no different from climbing down. In addition to the darkness all around, there is no reference at all, and he does not know whether he is walking up or down.

Darkness is pressing on his nerves all the time, and countless emotions take turns playing in his mind.

He regretted going into the ground himself, and began to hate Bach, who was trading with him, Aldo, who was afraid of bugs, and Le May, the damned mission target.

Everything in this cave, everything in this dream, there is nothing that prevents him from disgusting, being played in the palm of his hand in this way makes him extremely humiliating. If he can get out of this dream and find the source of the dream, he must break it into pieces, no matter what it is. Based on this humiliating hatred, he prayed to the gods, even if he paid the price of his soul, he would get rid of this darkness.

A ray of light appeared before his eyes.

Incredible!

Anker rushed past like a traveler who had walked in the desert for more than a month when he saw spring water.

The light is getting bigger and bigger.

His heart beats harder and harder.

What will it be?

Will return to the real world, or see the source of the dream, no matter what, it is not bad to go back to the previous cave.

The place where he came to the light suddenly opened up in front of his eyes.

It turned out to be a hemispherical room...

The furnishings in the room are very strange, full of bones.

There is a Whist card table in the center of the skeleton. The table is full of colorful chips. There are four animals playing cards around the table.

They are a fox, a bear, an eagle, and a milky white dove.

"Oh, hi, how are you."

The fox was facing him and greeted him first. He seemed very polite.

The other three animals also turned their heads and looked over at the same time.

Faced with the heads of the three beasts, Anker's heart was pounding, and everything was taken over by chaos and inconceivability.

Aware of his fear, he clenched his fist secretly, he was a wizard, and only others could fear him, he should not be afraid of any weirdness.

"You are here just right," said the fox. "I'm about to lose, can you help me win the cards?"

Anker looked at the fox's squinted face, swallowed, suffocating 10,000 questions in his heart, and didn't ask any of them.

Under the gaze of the fox with a smile, he walked to the poker table with his legs uncontrollable and picked up the deck of cards dropped by the fox.

"This card is too bad." Anker said, "I can't win."

"I believe you."

The fox put his furry paws on his shoulders.

"When you see the cards, you have to play." said the eagle.

The bear and rabbit stared at him.

Anker shuddered secretly, picked up the bad deck, and started playing.

In the first game, he was in a panic, racking his brains, taking care of every step, but in the end, he still lost.

The bear laughed, and the eagle made a neigh, protruding sharp claws from under the card table, grabbing the chips in front of the fox, and dragging a handful of them in front of him.

Anker looked at the fox with a gray face.

The fox stretched out his hand and smiled helplessly: "There are still some chips left. It's up to you to make a comeback."

After speaking, the four animals continued to shuffle the cards, making a pattering sound, and playing cards were thrown in front of Anker. He didn't know what it was doing.

After the cards were dealt, the fox pushed the cards in front of him with his furry claws. "This time the cards are good."

"What are you?" His teeth trembled.

"We are card gamblers." said the fox. "Come on, help me win this bet. You should play cards often. Just be entertaining."

entertainment? Anker thought that when he was young, he did often play cards, but that was in the highest club, smoking cigars with the best people, and relaxing entertainment.

In such a place, how can he relax, and how can he find happiness.

"I turn the cube, it's up to you," said the bear.

......

Second round.

The card luck was good. Under his concentrated operation, he managed to win a round for the fox, but the chips in front of the fox did not increase.

"Three wins in five rounds," said the fox.

"Still coming?" Anker asked: "Where is this and how do I leave?"

"I'll talk after this round. Look, so many good babies, don't you want to win." It pointed to the chips on the table, "With them, you can do whatever you want."

"Can you leave here?"

"As long as you want." The fox's voice with a smile was drowned out by the sound of the cards being shuffled, and the three animals shuffled the cards again and placed the card numbers in front of him.

Can I leave as long as I win the game?

In another game, he strained his nerves and concentrated all his attention.

This time the cards were better than the last time, and he won again.

The bear patted the table annoyedly, the eagle threw the card on the table unhappy, and the pigeon kept groaning.

Two consecutive victories brought Anker a peculiar sense of coolness. Victory under high pressure was different from triumphant victories in weekdays. He found a kind of happiness similar to walking a tightrope.

This happiness is like the first kiss at the age of thirteen, making him tremble, a feeling he has never experienced before.

The fox was right. Not only did he find happiness, he even wanted to do it again.

In the third game, he was in better condition and won again.

The fox clapped his hands happily, "Look, I said you can win, don't you?" As he said, it began to take a few chips from the other animal tables and put them on its own table.

"What are these chips?"

Anker asked the fox curiously, he was in a good mood.

"These are time. The winning player can get the time of the loser. Look." The fox put the chips in front of him with his furry paws. Anker took a closer look. The chips are yellow and gold, not only that, each There are all kinds of beauties in the middle of the chips, they scratch their heads and pose, just like living people.

"Is it great?" The fox asked, "With time, you can do whatever you want."

"It's pretty good." Anker muttered sincerely. He touched the bargaining chip in the fox's hand. When she touched the picture of the woman in the middle, she chuckled with her chest, shy. Extremely.

"It's pretty good." He repeated with a smile, "By the way, what would happen if there were no chips?"

"You can eat the losing players who have no chips."

The fox retracted his paw and pointed at the circle of bones in the room with a smile: "Look, there were a lot of people playing here, but now only a few of us are left. If you eat enough players, you can get infinity. Endless time."

"Endless time?"

"Yes, unique immortality." said the fox.

"Awesome." Anker looked at the chips in front of the other animals and licked his lips: "I will definitely win."

He completely forgot what he was here for, and threw himself on the cards, one round, two rounds, and three rounds. Since then, the game is no longer the same as the first two games, easy to win, it becomes normal. There are winners and losers.

But it is this kind of reincarnation between winning and losing that makes him feel more exciting. He keeps repeating the game, and his card skills are rapidly improving as he continues to hone. As time passed by, the chips in front of him became more and more.

After a protracted game of cards, the bear first lost all his chips, he let out a wailing, threw away the cards and ran away.

Its howling aroused some primitive impulse in Anker's body. He stepped on the card table and jumped over. The beast pressed the bear under his body heavily and bit his neck with one bite.

The bear's skin was thick and thick, and he used all the strength of his whole body to tear its throat open. The rushing blood has no peculiar smell, as clear as amber, and as mellow as red wine.

Under the baptism of blood, Anker has been able to calm down his restless mood, and he confirmed his position in the food chain. Close your eyes and sit on the ground, slowly eating like a big meal, leaving nothing but bones.

When he was eating, the other three animals remained absolutely silent, like a waiter in a top restaurant, without making a sound.

After eating the bear, he sat down slowly and looked at the three animals one by one.

"Aren't you afraid?" he asked.

The answer to him was the sound of shuffling.

"well."

Anker smiled satisfied and began to draw cards.

He became more and more familiar with the rules.

In less than twenty minutes, the chips in front of the pigeon were emptied by him. Before the pigeon could escape, he chopped his hand and held the white bird in his hand, opened the blood basin, and bit off its head in one bite. He was so hard that the pigeon was directly crushed into meat sauce by him.

After eating the pigeon, he indifferently vomited the feathers from his mouth.

"Come again."

The eagle faced him face to face, and suddenly, the eagle threw the card.

"You win, I surrender."

"why?"

Anker was surprised.

"You are integrated with the rules, no one can beat you."

"That's it."

Anker shrugged indifferently, "It's up to you, the ending will not change anyway."

He grabbed the eagle's wings and tore him in half directly.

Blood was dripping on him, but this time, he was a little dull, and neither the eagle nor the pigeon resisted much.

"It's boring, it's not exciting at all."

He frowned and looked around, saw the smiling fox, and had an idea.

"You come, you come to play with me."

The fox's smile solidified on his face.

"I?"