man, he looks ugly

Mrs. Olan praised our first communication and exaggeratedly described that at least ten earls and viscounts fell in love with Christine and me.Mrs. Geary is optimistic that if our names can be known by those nobles, whether it is dancing or marriage, it will be much smoother.

And I fell into the interest of finding Eric and couldn't extricate myself. Many secret doors and organs in the Garnier Theater became my exploration site. In fact, I was trying my best to find a secret passage leading to the underground world, just like Alice in Wonderland. The magical rabbit hole in the book leads to the legendary illusion.

For this reason, I spent a whole week in the company of cobwebs, dust and insects that breed in the dark, and even picked up many small things from some crevices, including small decorative pearls, a small piece of silver chain or It is a hair band that has been deposited for a long time.Only I didn't find any clues about Eric. The mechanism he set up was so ingenious that I couldn't find any clues at all.

It's so ridiculous to say, I couldn't find it ten years ago, how much progress can I make ten years later?

Lying in the bathtub, I almost buried my whole body in the water.

If all these years, the most reckless and expensive request I have made to Mrs. Geary is to install a rust-proof bathtub in the room, which allows me to clean my body in time when I am sweaty or dusty.Also, I can stay in the tub when I'm tired.

Eric shut me down.

And invited me to dance in the garden of Perry's house.

Besides Eric, is there another man in Paris who is as elusive as he is?

When the water spread over my chin, I suddenly remembered something and sat up quickly.

Reminiscent of the abnormalities in the theater, those expensive furniture and weird appliances, maybe Lute knows something?

After all, it's unheard of for anyone famous to move to the theater these days, and the expensive furniture disappears.

"Meg? Where are you?" Christine called softly from outside the door.

"Wait a minute, Christine."

When I came out of the bathroom brushing my hair, I was so nervous that Christine immediately handed me the tabloid in my hand.

"It's unbelievable! Earl Perry has been poisoned! The headline in the newspaper is 'Poisoned Ball'!"

Most of the tabloids in this era are shoddy, with various "shocking" gossips printed with ink on inferior paper. What happened at Earl Perry's banquet was named: "Poisoning at the Prom".

The count struggled helplessly as if possessed by a devil, his face was blue and his lips were pale. He was in a state of suffocation, and he could only raise his hands to pray to God, but the vicious devil's venom did not let him go; the count twitched crazily , fell to the ground...'

"I was not far from him, but I didn't hear his prayer." I couldn't help whispering.

"Newspapers always exaggerate, Meg. It said that the earl was poisoned, is it true?" Christine's face was ugly. terrified.

'After a doctor's examination, he was convinced that the earl was poisoned by some unknown poison from the east, because the earl was young and strong, and he did not have any diseases that could cause paralysis, except stroke, meningitis, intracranial hemorrhage, etc. disease……"

A subtle emotion lingered in my mind, like the paradox when the old doors and windows were blown open by the draft in the middle of the night, and it seemed to see through the mystery of the unknown dark world.The death of Al Bing back then made Earl Perry think that one day he himself would fall on poison...

"Christine, if someone asks you about Earl Perry, you just say that you fainted from shock and didn't know anything." I patted her cheek lightly, folded the tabloids and put them away in the drawer.

"Do you think the poisoner was at the ball?" Christine still couldn't get out of her fear, she pressed her trembling fingers to her lips, afraid of asking.

"The tabloids always like to use weird tricks to whet people's appetites. There are dozens of people at the ball, trying to poison someone to death silently. Christine, this is not Hamlet."

"Meg, the thought of Reaper at the ball, and even dancing with us, gives me the creeps."

I have to say that Christine's analogy made me shudder. If someone really danced with death at the ball, that person must be me.

"Don't talk nonsense, Christine, we can ask Mrs. Olan, maybe she knows something."

When Christine and I went outside Mrs. Olan's room, I was told that Mrs. Olan had a bad cold and couldn't see the guests, and even the performance of the night would be canceled and had to be replaced by another young actress, Solly. .

Mrs. Olan sent a message to Christine and me through a servant, asking us to keep silent and innocent in the face of any questioning at the ball, and to be a qualified lady who is frightened.

Although the god of death passed by me and Christine, the poisoning case did not happen in the theater, and the staff of the theater mostly regarded it as a strange murder case in Paris.In the huge city of Paris with a large population and a jumble of fish and dragons, there are many anecdotes, and it won't take long for this incident to be forgotten by people.

For the ballet troupe that is about to usher in new repertoire performances, stepping up rehearsals is an urgent task.

The dormitory is located on the attic at the top of the theater. The uninterrupted sunlight shines through the roof for several consecutive days, scorching the room like a steamer. In addition, the ventilation is not smooth, and the sweltering temperature makes me, who has always been a light sleeper, sleepless for several consecutive days. Coupled with heavy ballet training, it was difficult for me to cheer up for several days, and poor sleep indirectly affected my appetite.

When I woke up one morning, I felt dizzy and blackness appeared in front of my eyes, and I almost plunged into the ground, only to realize that the hypoglycemia in my body was so serious.

Hypoglycemia caused by malnutrition is the second most common occupational disease among ballerinas besides bone deformation. In order to maintain a beautiful figure, the actors eat only what is necessary to maintain their bodies, day after day, year after year. Hunger and girdle had this undesirable effect.

When I lay down on the floor and looked through the drawers, I found that the candies stored in the iron box were almost exhausted. I hadn’t gone out for more than ten days to rehearse a new show, and I had already forgotten to replenish the candy box. Take out the candy, peel off the candy wrapper and stuff it into your mouth.

Rumored to be self-inflicted, I crawled back into bed to recover my strength with rest.

This sleep until the night came in the afternoon, the dim light was divided into irregular light blocks by the window lattice, the body was immersed in the soft bed and could not extricate itself.On the table opposite the bed were milk, buns and muffins sprinkled with grated cheese and herb leaves, with a thin slice of better-than-nothing ham sandwiched between them.

Christine, I love you so much.

Rather than lying in bed with a hungry stomach, I decisively chose to run out of bed to fill my stomach.

When I ran to the table, the candy boxes on the table were filled with open lids, chocolate candies wrapped in tin foil, toffee wrapped in transparent cellophane, and of course there is no shortage of nougat, which is common in France. Sugar, a box so full that it can hardly hold it.

Just as I was staring at such a box of candy in a daze, Christine opened the door and walked in.

"Meg, you finally woke up." She rushed to hug me in surprise.

"Christine, did you buy these candies?" I grabbed a handful of candies and let them fall from the palm of my hand.

"Oh, so much candy, no, it's not me, I haven't had time to go out yet." Christine looked at the box full of candies in confusion.Since this box existed, it has never been filled. After all, candy was still used as a relatively high-end daily necessities at this time. The most common use is to give gifts to please lovers or children. If it is not for the trouble of hypoglycemia, Who would a normal adult eat candy that is ten times more expensive than white sugar?

"Could it be mom." I murmured to myself.

"Eat something first. You're going to scare me after sleeping all day. I'll heat the milk for you." Christine picked up the milk cup and walked out the door.

After all, candy can't satisfy my hunger, so I cover the candy box and put it back in the drawer.

That night, after sleeping the whole day, I was so sad that I found myself insomnia. Christine and I no longer slept in the same bed as when I was a child, but in order not to disturb her sleep, I still had to lie down on the bed. On the bed, my mind was thinking about the murder at the ball for a while, the cobweb-strewn secret passage in the theater for a while, and the origin of the magical tin box full of candy for a while... The sleepiness was fragmented by various thoughts.

Just when I was habitually playing with my fingers, there were faint footsteps outside the door. The wooden structure on the attic of the theater made the footsteps invisible but impossible to hide.

It's nearly midnight, who's loitering outside the door?

The sound of footsteps was accompanied by strange metal friction sounds, approaching from far away, and finally stopped outside the door.

I quietly got up from the bed and sat facing the door, waiting for the visitor from the dark night to show up.

The door was pushed open, and the dim moonlight in the room could not dispel the darkness in the corridor, too thick ink swallowed them.

The half-open door is like a huge square mouth of a strange creature, as if at any moment, unknown and terrifying creatures will emerge from behind and start killing.

An indistinguishable dark green light and shadow floated in mid-air, but the shadow of this light and shadow could not be seen on the floor, only the dark water ripples trembled with the flame.

Such as the friction sound of poisonous snakes spitting out snake letters and the air lingering outside the door, such as the leaking gasps in the throat when suffocating, and the explosion when the inorganic matter bursts when the combustion is insufficient, and the knife cuts the paper fibers when cutting paper. The sound of tearing... the mixture of several strange and ghostly sounds made me unable to breathe independently.

Who is there? !Who exactly? !Who is playing tricks? !

But I can't say a word.

He could only watch helplessly as the dark green light and shadow burned out and disappeared into the darkness.

The author has something to say: I was reminded, only to realize that this article has not had a cover... _(:3J∠)_

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