[Zhongyingmei] Vampires also want to fall in love

Bruce's eyes sank slightly. This was the first time someone said "this place has been bought by me" in front of him. Generally speaking, he did this kind of thing.

Of course, he was not dignified because Warlock Dowling bought a theater, but because of the hidden past behind this theater.

On that rainy night, the Wayne couple collapsed in an alley not far outside the theater.

He wanted to buy it more than once, but was rejected by the owner of the theater. The stubborn old man would rather sell the property and guard the theater.Bruce had to settle for the next best thing, secretly subsidizing the theater manager to barely keep the theater running.

He knew something was out of his control when he knew the theater was going to hold a classical-rock concert.

Overnight, the theater changed owners, and the old man who was obsessed with musicals was sent on a plane to Washington. The theater manager accepted the new owner without any objection and began to renovate the theater.

Investigating the new owner of the theater was not going well, so he came to listen to this kind of classical rock that he was not interested in at all, hoping to take this opportunity to find out about the new owner of the theater.

Warlock hit Bruce with a straight ball and told him directly that he was the new owner of the theater, and all Bruce's plans lost their meaning.

"The efficiency of this theater has not been very good, but introducing new things is a good idea to revitalize it." Bruce shook the program list in his hand, "The combination of classical and rock sounds very challenging."

"The teacher likes it. As a student, I will definitely support it. It's not a big deal." Warlock shook his head with a smile, and he didn't point to this old theater to make money.

In fact, he did not invest in this theater, but Crowley suddenly appeared at his apartment one night and asked him to sign the transfer of property rights.After he signed, the theater would belong to him, and Warlock was not interested in how the theater came about.

"My old butler is very interested in dialogue dramas. If there are drama programs in the theater, please send a program list to Wayne Manor." Bruce put his arms on the door frame, the light came from behind him, and the shadow covered his expression. There was a slight smile in his voice.

"No problem, if Mr. Steward has a favorite show, you can tell the theater manager to arrange a few shows for him alone." Bruce handed over the ladder, and Warlock followed suit.

After today, those who are well-informed will know that this theater is the property of the current mayor. Smart people may use this theater as a shortcut to please the mayor. The theater will definitely not be half dead as before, and Wayne's endorsement How much can play the role of icing on the cake.

Although Warlock didn't care much about running the theater, profits were better than losses.

While the two were exchanging pleasantries, Mr. Nelson had already returned to his box tactfully. Angelina noticed that the concert was about to start, so she stepped forward to interrupt the chat between Warlock and Bruce.

Crowley's singing voice is not very good, and his vocal technique is extremely jerky. His singing voice is completely free-wheeling roar and whine.It was hard for Warlock to believe that he had learned to compose with musicians in hell, learned to sing with sirens in the deep sea, and eavesdropped on holy voices in heaven.

Crowley's stage is full of unbridled madness and supreme bliss, and behind that bliss lies an irreversible despair.Crowley brings sweet allure and danger to vocals and guitars, and notes roam the theater, bringing mad love and hate to all in the audience.

The audience on the first floor had already stood up and swayed with Crowley, crying and laughing, releasing the deepest negative emotions in their hearts.The windows of many boxes on the second floor were lowered silently, and the well-dressed gentlemen and ladies held the railings and waved towards the stage, completely forgetting their manners.

Warlock erected a transparent barrier between his box and the stage, filtering out most of the negative effects when the music was introduced, ensuring that the music would not affect the Dowlings.

Mr. Dowling is a politician. He knows and experiences darkness like no one else. It is a disaster for such a person to be infected by darkness.Warlock didn't want his adoptive parents to be infected by dark forces and go another way.

Mrs. Dowling frowned slightly. Having received an elite education since she was a child, she has a very high appreciation of art, and Crowley's music has many flaws in her ears.

"Mr. Crowley's music is astonishing." Mrs. Dowling sighed, holding up her teacup.This is in front of her own family, otherwise she would never judge Mr. Crowley's music at will.

Warlock smiled, and peeled an apple for Mrs. Dowling with a knife: "It is enough that Mr. Crowley likes it. It is better to pursue it than nothing. The enthusiasm and enthusiasm in the teacher's singing are enough to make up for his loss of skills. "

Crowley's concert is to satisfy his love for music, and develop some believers along the way. He doesn't care about fame and money at all, and he doesn't care about what the world pays attention to.

"The easter egg of today's concert is Teacher Aziraphale's harp performance, that is the real sound of nature."

Mr. Dowling and Mrs. Dowling exchanged glances, and tacitly decided that no matter how good Aziraphale's performance was, they should be praised. Otherwise, it would be too pitiful for Warlock's two teachers to fail to make Warlock look good.

Aziraphale's harp solo cut into Crowley's classical rock so abruptly that the stage lighting and backdrop changed as he took the stage.

The curtain turned into a hazy white, with milky white light emitting faintly, and Aziraphale walked onto the stage in a simple white robe with a harp in his arms.The carpet scratched by his robe turned white inch by inch, and the soft fur covered his bare feet. When he sat on the milky white stool, the whole stage was only white.

Warlock sat up straight and removed the protective cover of the box. Today's highlight is coming.

It was a tune that Warlock had never heard before, and there was no fault in the beginning and end of the transition. There was no more force with the fingertips, and only perfection could describe the music played by Aziraphale.

Aziraphale closed his eyes slightly, his face was pure piety, his body seemed to be glowing, he was synonymous with holiness and mercy.

The power of light circled around Aziraphale, covering the entire theater, dispelling the darkness and bewilderment that Crowley brought to the audience.The light power was enough to burn the excess darkness, and many spectators who had fallen into madness regained some clarity and sat back in their seats.

If the power of light distributed to ordinary audiences is a glass of water, then what flows to Warlock is a stream.Warlock was bathed in the power of light, slowly closed his eyes, and listened to the beautiful sound of the harp with his heart.

Warlock felt his pupils hurt badly. When the power of light infiltrated his body, it inevitably clashed with the power of darkness. He seemed to be able to hear the sound of power melting on his skin.

The power of light repaired the badly damaged left wing, gray and white feathers fell from the bone wing, and fluffy new feathers gradually grew out.The right wing pitifully wanted to avoid the power of light, and if he accidentally touched it, a piece would be burnt off.

Warlock can imagine how pitiful his own pair of wings are now. The feathers on the left wing are as immature and weak as if they had just broken their shells, while the feathers on the right wing are plump but have a few patches of baldness. Will one's own wings have a healthy and mature day?

The harp solo time is not long, only about 10 minutes, and just these 10 minutes are of great benefit to ordinary people.Warlock was distressed by his wings while trying to absorb the power of light.

What he can absorb is not much, only one-tenth of the power of light rushing towards him can be retained, and the remaining nine-tenths will penetrate his body and dissipate in the air. Thinking of how much he has lost, he feels very distressed up.

The Dowlings had already fallen asleep under the warmth of power, and the power of light quickly repaired the deficiencies in their bodies. Harriet had just recovered from pneumonia, and her blue face was healthy and rosy. Dade's old injury had relapsed. The leg pain has also eased a lot, and I will be able to stand up in about two or three days.

Warlock patted Dud and Harriet lightly on the shoulders, and the two of them were in a trance for a while before they woke up.

"Are we asleep?" Harriet sipped her saliva. "I haven't been resting very well recently. It would be rude to let your two teachers know that we fell asleep at their concert."

Warlock patted Harriet's hand reassuringly: "The two teachers know what you and your father have gone through, and they can understand. They have listened to the performances of the two teachers. If we are tired, we can go to the bridge first." Walk."

Harriet was obviously moved: "But Mr. Crowley still has several songs on the program list."

"I'll explain it to the teacher. Your body is more important." Warlock was still persuading Harriet, and Dade patted Harriet's other hand and nodded slightly.

"Then the next time Mr. Crowley goes to New York for a concert, we will go to support him." All Harriet's worries were thrown away when she saw Dud's sleepy eyes, and the doctor said that Dud needed to rest , letting him continue to endure Crowley's explosive music is not conducive to self-cultivation.

Angelina was already waiting outside when Warlock pushed Dudd's wheelchair out.He casually took a look at Bruce Wayne's box, and the box had already posted an unoccupied sign.

"Mr. Wayne left with his female companion after Mr. Crawley played the first piece. The lady left with a bad expression on her face."

Warlock doesn't care how Wayne and his girlfriend are feeling; he has a bigger problem to deal with.

Sending his adoptive parents back to the nursing home, Warlock continues his work of being a hero on Gotham night, and Batman, with whom he already has a tacit understanding, is extra violent tonight.

When Warlock passed by the scene where Batman solved a gangster, he saw Batman hanging upside down on the roof of the building with the gangster's legs, threatening him to tell who was behind the scenes, and almost threw him off the roof.

The second time Batman stepped on the lower leg of a gang member who was smuggling a wooden warehouse branch, and broke the bridge of the handover man's nose.

Warlock was frightened by Batman's rage, so he hid his figure and followed Batman, worried that he would kill someone by mistake.

Batman, who had no one to compete with him for a job, solved the crimes in the dark night of Gotham by himself.

"Come out, the night watch is over, how long are you going to follow?"

The author says:

感谢在2020-05-2623:31:16~2020-05-2723:48:05期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw mines: Slygry1;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!