Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

1940

Tynemouth Harbour, United Kingdom

It rained for more than three hours, and it still didn't stop.

The soldiers also stood by the sea for more than three hours.

It was July, and the warm Atlantic current swept the rain and fell to the ground. The night that should have been cool and warm, but inexplicably added a touch of air-conditioning. As if winter is approaching.

The only light here is the lighthouse on the raging sea in the distance.

A huge beam of light swept around, and in the blink of an eye, it turned to other directions, passing several rugged and broken monasteries around, as well as the dense needle-like rain in the air.

The air was full of inexplicable fishy smell. The smell came from the fishing boats parked by the harbor. The ground was black and wet masonry with some inexplicable seaside molluscs creeping on it.

The soldier Kos Diman stroked the cold raindrops on his face, moved his feet slightly, and kicked a small fish that had not been transported away but was still beating.

This is the first time he has performed this kind of task. Diman swallowed nervously and looked to his side. His companions were just like him, wearing a helmet, holding a gun, and wearing a black poncho, in the dark. In the rainy night, staring at the sea like a rock, seems to be waiting for something.

At this time, the lighthouse’s whale oil lamp swept across the empty sea, and the black shadow of a freighter was cut out. It appeared silently, indistinct from the rain curtain, and could not see its shape, as if it had traveled through layers of space. Was placed in that position by the gods.

"Team three, vigilance."

"Second team, pick up the goods."

He called out an unusually tall man among the soldiers.

The man looked like a bamboo pole, thin and tall, wearing a crow-mouth mask similar to that of a Victorian plague doctor, his round glasses were covered with rainwater, and his whole body was wrapped in a dark black robe. Black rubber boots stepped on her feet.

Diman looked back, did not move, he was the third team.

Behind him, the soldiers of the second team turned on the flashlight, and the flashlight was shining, and a huge iron train was still lying quietly in the dark rain.

Boom!

The soldiers filed into the train, and then one by one carried the large wooden boxes and got off the train. Heavy yards are placed on the dark and damp floor tiles of the port.

At the same time, the ghostly ship on the sea also slowly stopped and dropped anchor. The sailors lowered the lifeboat, started the lifeboat in poncho, and approached the pier.

There are two lifeboats, one carrying people and the other carrying a large black iron box.

The weird man wearing a crow mask in the lead waved his hand, and all the soldiers immediately became alert. They hugged the Li Enfield rifle in their hands and spread them slightly.

Diman did the same, but with sharp eyes he saw that the "leader" pulled a black wooden stick from his arms and stuffed it into his cuff.

The lifeboat docked.

The leading sailor jumped onto the pier and secured the ship with ropes to prevent it from being pushed away by the tide.

After that, they all worked together to tow another lifeboat with an iron box to the shore. The four tall sailors' arms hooked up the ring at the bottom of the iron box, and the muscles exerted force. They actually forced the crane to be used. The hoisted box was held up.

The four quickly stepped forward and placed a four-meter-long and three-meter-high iron box in front of the group of soldiers.

Only then did Diman clearly see the dressing of several people. They all had light scalps and brown skin, like monks. But it also has a head like a monk.

All of them are unusually tall and sturdy. They are wearing straight patched sweatshirts and trousers. On their skins, some strange patterns are tattooed, some seem to be square characters, and some are some inexplicable red patterns. See It looks a little hideous.

After the box was put down, the four of them placed their hands on their hips in silence and said nothing.

"Where is Fatir?"

A woman with a flame tattoo on her face walked out from behind the group of men with her hands on her back, looking like their leader.

She has a beautiful face, waist-length braids, a wide Tang skirt, and barefoot walking on clogs, but she speaks very fluent English.

"it's here."

The man wearing the crow mask stood up. He was nearly two meters tall, and the woman with the eastern face was only as tall as his chest.

The man stretched out his hand: "See you if you reconcile, Miss Xi."

"Speaking English is fine, Mike."

The woman approached and pushed away the opponent's hand, Diman could see a mole under the corner of her eye.

"OK, I waited a long time this time..."

"Where is the medicine?"

The woman interrupted him directly.

"Here."

The crow-faced man waved his hand, and several soldiers lifted the wooden box up: "Aspirin, antibiotics, sulfa, quinine, morphine, um, there are also special drugs."

The woman squatted down and began to check the wooden box.

When the team leader is in charge of the transaction. Diman's gaze couldn't help but swept towards the woman who squatted down and the snow-white thighs under the cheongsam. After a trembling of his Adam's apple, he retracted his gaze, but saw a pair of gloomy eyes in front of the big iron box.

The tall foreign man looked at him, his face was broad and square, his neck muscles bulged, and his eyes were dull.

Diman could feel a tangy smell of sea and blood. He swallowed, and his rifle was tightly trembling with his fingers.

This action aroused the vigilance of the yellow-skinned man wearing black cloth shoes opposite, and he narrowed his eyes slightly. Make a fist and step forward. The rain quickly evaporated from his bare head.

He is clearly unarmed, but his aura is very oppressive.

Diman took a step back with his rifle.

The movement caused the woman with the flame tattoo on her face to instantly turn her head: "Quanzi, don't be like a ghost."

The man immediately stood back and lowered his head, looking very respectful.

Diman didn't understand what they were talking about, so he turned his head slightly and asked an old soldier beside him: "Who are these people?"

The veteran's lips squirmed: "People over there, don't talk nonsense."

After checking the rows of wooden boxes on the ground, the cheongsam woman nodded in satisfaction.

"The medicine is there, do you want to check it?"

She pointed to the big box brought down from the ship.

The man in the crow mask glanced at the box. A cold white mist sprayed from the mask's bird nostrils. He shook his head and stretched out his hand:

"He Zuo Yu loves it very much."

"Yeah." The woman shook the palm of the man with the crow mask, turned her head and waved her arm: "Sanshui."

The group of Oriental men wearing linen shirts immediately retreated to the wooden box, picked up the wooden box, and mounted the wooden box on two lifeboats, and disappeared into the dark rain curtain of the harbor without looking back.

The freighter from the Far East flickered in the dark tide, and disappeared as if it had come.

Only an inexplicable large iron box was left in the port.

The rain in the sky crackled on the box, hissing hookah came out, as if water droplets were dripping on a burning coal stove.

The thin and tall man wearing a crow mask walked slowly to the big iron box. With his back to Diman, he tapped the iron box with his slender fingers, and then put his ears on it and listened for a while.

Then he straightened up: "Take it away and go to Wales."

A dozen soldiers stepped forward in accordance with Yan, but the box that was picked up by the four strong eastern men, a dozen soldiers could not help it.

Until the man wearing the crow mask knocked the iron box with a thin wooden stick without leaving a trace. The soldiers then lifted the box and put it into the train.

Ten minutes later, the front of the car parked in Tynemouth gushed out thick hot steam, and three thick lights shot through the rain and shone into an unknown distance.

The foreign cargo was tightly placed in the middle carriage of the train, with heavily armed soldiers at the front and back.

Kos Diman stood guard in the corridor of the carriage closest to the cargo and looked back.

Across the glass, under the shining of a row of incandescent lamps on the roof, he saw that the iron box sent from abroad was covered by a thick layer of dark gray tarp, and it was firmly fixed to the train by steel cables and iron nails. Iron plate.

For some reason, he felt an emotion called "irritability" from the box.

The tarpaulin on the outer layer trembled slightly, and it was obvious that the train had not started yet.

"What are you looking at?"

The soldier standing guard next door tapped his shoulder with the **** of his rifle.

Diman returned to his senses and found that the other party was holding a cigarette in his mouth and a cigarette still being pinched in his fingers.

"Well, thank you."

He took the cigarette and struck a match to light it.

"Don't look around." The veteran reminded him.

"Hey!"

Diman couldn't help it, he spit out a mouthful of white mist: "Aren't you curious, the box is rumbling, but you pretend that you haven't heard anything."

"curious?"

The veteran glanced at him indifferently: "I tell you, young man, there are too many things in this world that you don't understand. Don't look at them, touch them, think about it... the danger has nothing to do with you."

Diman shut up and smoked silently.

But in his heart he couldn't help but think about what was in the box, as if someone told him not to think about the elephant, the shadow of the elephant immediately appeared in his mind.

......

Time is fleeting.

The train was still rowing through the dark rain without slowing down.

Inside the carriage, Kos Diman's eyelids gradually heavier.

It seemed that three hours had passed, and it seemed that only one second had passed.

Suddenly, something swept across his cheeks, and he suddenly woke up from a doze.

But at this moment, the veteran standing guard next to him has disappeared, and the other soldiers around him are also gone.

The wind blew from behind, he was shocked and looked back.

I saw the chandeliers crackling in the carriage, and it turned bright and dark, and the foreign iron box had been opened for some time. The steel cables buckled on the iron plate were all broken, and there was nothing inside as the canvas was flying.

"Chris...?"

Diman swallowed and called out the name of the missing veteran, no one answered. It seemed that all of a sudden, he was the only one left on the moving train.

The car in front of him was bright and dark, and he couldn't see things clearly. He didn't know what was going on, so he was frightened and backed slowly holding the gun.

He retreated to the corner of the other carriage and leaned on a hard object, he was a little relieved. The body begins to warm up gradually, the temperature rises, getting hotter and hotter.

He let go of his gun and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

and many more.......

heat?

The body's heat continued to rise, as if two hot air blowers were blowing on his back.

He turned his head.

in the dark.

The iris opens sideways.

A pair of huge flaming orange pupils burned quietly.