man, he looks ugly

When I woke up, I looked at the gold-plated decoration on the wall of the lounge and couldn’t get back to my senses. The whole world seemed to be desperately retreating from the side, as if the curled up soul had just awakened in a glass bottle, and the numb nerves made it impossible to blink. Unable to control.It felt like falling asleep endlessly, only to wake up from a big dream.

I leaned on my forehead and sat up from the bench,

The floating letter paper, the white dove on the windowsill, the mysterious red thread, the man wearing a mask... I couldn't help laughing, what a weird dream I had.

The door of the lounge was pushed open, and several noble ladies entered one after another, holding folding fans and discussing something softly.

I walked out of the lounge with my heavy head supported.

The lights outside the door were still brightly lit, the candles had burned out, the grease was dripping all over the gold table, and the servants began to put on new candles.

Ladies with sore feet from dancing sat on chairs, looking up at their male companions with affectionate gazes disguised as reverence.

I was wondering if I should go to Christine and ask Mrs. Olan for instructions to leave the banquet.

There was a sudden exclamation in the room, and Earl Perry, who was talking loudly in the center of the crowd, suddenly twitched, foamed at the mouth, and fell to the ground. The girls were frightened by this horrible scene, and they all held their chests Falling down, the shouts startled Mrs. Perry in another room. She broke through the crowd and rushed in. When she saw her husband lying on the ground, she immediately screamed sharply.

Earl Shani was almost the calmest man in the room. He comforted everyone with a loud voice. When he stepped forward to help Earl Perry up, he didn't want Earl Perry, who fell into the vomit, to suddenly choke his throat and jumped. He got up, roared silently, rolled his eyes, and ran towards the door as if possessed by a ghost.

Soon, there was a loud sound of falling water outside the door.

When the brave people rushed to the door, they saw Earl Perry's body floating on the water in the fountain that could only accommodate an adult, motionless like a dead body.

Two servants ran to the fountain to fish out Earl Perry, only to see that this gentleman, who had been talking loudly just now, had a livid face, pale lips, and his hands were still folded on his neck.

Given the horrific sight just now, few dared to get close to check to see if Perry was still alive.

Earl Shani and another young Viscount named Andre stepped forward, tried Earl Perry's neck, and then lay on his chest to listen to the sound of his heartbeat.

"He's alive." Andre announced loudly.

Then two people turned Perry over, one pressed his body, and the other opened his throat and pressed hard on his chest and abdomen.

After a few minutes, Perry coughed and spat out some yellow water, and gradually woke up.

The frightened Mrs. Perry finally couldn't stand the huge stimulation, and passed out in the arms of the maid.

A pair of hosts were carried upstairs, leaving the room full of terrified guests looking at each other.

Xia Ni took off the wet dress coat, threw it to the servant, and ran to the lounge to sort out the clothes.

Andre ran out and told the servant to call for a doctor.

The whole house is in disarray.

Only I stared blankly at the chaotic ball in front of me as if in a dream, like the most indifferent bystander, unable to make any reaction.Until Christine found me, I was still standing alone at the door, looking at the fountain with black shimmering lights, as if it was filled with the water of the River Styx.

The man who invited me to dance by the fountain, the white mask...

Wait, mask.

In my not-so-short memory, the clearest memory of masks is that adventure and adventure when I was a child.

In the underground of the theater, a tall man propped a small boat and took me through the darkness to visit the splendid and luxurious underground kingdom, where he played the piano, confided his life experience, and proclaimed himself the uncrowned king of darkness.We even gave him a name of Old Norse origin: Eric, which fits his personality and intelligence quite well.

When the dispute happened, he acted so irritable again, attacking me with the most vicious language, and satirizing me, but I knew very well that this was not his original intention.

But... when I returned to the surface world, I could no longer find his trace.

He buried his own underground world, as if dying in the darkness, and never appeared in front of me again, and even set foot in the light realm on the ground.

As time went by, I almost thought I was just experiencing a strange dream, just like Alice in Wonderland, a short intersection from reality to illusion, so that only...

I pressed my heart and silently said: Embalm.

The charming male voice, the dark world, the Styx-like lake, the brilliant world, the clear water on the stone wall...

"Eric, you're back."

I couldn't help chuckling out loud.

"Meg, Meg?" Christine came cautiously and put her hand on my shoulder.

I, who was immersed in Embalm, hurriedly turned around to avoid her hand.

After staring blankly at her for a second, he came up with a prevarication, "Where's Mrs. Olan?"

"She has told the coachman to wait at the door. Meg, what's the matter with you? You look very pale." She touched my face tentatively.

"Just, just a little scared, how is the count?" I held her hand and sighed softly.

"Mrs. Perry has come downstairs. She thinks the Earl is having trouble socializing. She is very sorry."

"He almost died. Naturally, we can't socialize. We should go, Christine."

"I'm going to say goodbye to the Viscount." Christine flew away like a butterfly.

As I was walking towards the door, Count Shani happened to open the door of the lounge and walked out. I don't know whether it was intentional or not, he was blocking my way.

I go right, he goes right, I go left, he goes left.

"Count." I could only step back and salute him.

"Miss Giri." Shani returned the salute as if something mattered, but the collar and cuffs were still dripping with water. When he passed by, the man said with a frivolous breath, "I hope to see you soon , little Meg."

"You should see a doctor, sir." I lowered my eyes, lifted the hem of my skirt, and walked out of the room quickly.

When Christine and I got into the carriage exhausted and prepared to go back to the theater.

Christine cried out suddenly.

"It's beautiful, Meg. Did it come from Mrs. Perry's garden?"

"what?"

"The white rose in your hair, believe me, there is only one in ten thousand flowers that is so delicate and beautiful, it suits you very well."

I reached out and groped through my hair, and picked off a bright white rose. Even though its luster faded a little after a night, I could still see the beauty of the rose when it was picked.

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