man, he looks ugly

I was indeed taken aback, as Philip said, when I saw a girl who looked like a doll and was no more than ten years old.She inherited her father's brown hair, sword-shaped eyebrows, and slightly raised upper lip. With the help of this miraculous blood face, which is eighty-tenths like Earl Perry, she clearly showed her identity. The investigator was not Mrs. Perry but Mrs. Perry. It was his ex-wife's daughter, Sally Perry, a complete child.

Facing me, a stranger who mixed in halfway, she was quite alert, and I didn't know what excuse to make up. Philip explained to me casually, "She also received the letter."

Sally stared at me for a long time, with a seriousness on her delicate face that didn't fit her age. At her age, I was still playing hide-and-seek with Christine in the theater, "You must guarantee that whatever I confide at this time You won't even talk about it with the second person."

"I promise."

Next, I learned about the family love history from Sally Perry. Earl Perry has been famous since he was young, but at least he obeyed his father's order and married a rich girl so that he had enough money. squander money.After the birth of Sally Perry, Earl Perry's long-term derailment and flirting made Mrs. Perry unbearable. In the end, the couple, like other seemingly incompatible aristocratic couples in the corrupt upper class, had their own love for each other. lover.

Despite this, the couple with a large personality gap still often quarrels.

In this strange environment, at the age of eight, Sally could tell whether the male and female guests at home were the lovers of her parents, and she learned the name or social status of each lover from the personal maid. She felt sensitively that she A good family is like a cypress branch in the wind and rain, swaying, and disaster will happen sooner or later.

After Earl Perry was found to have been poisoned and died, the countess was not too sad.

"You suspect mother's lover did it?"

"His name is Victor Mutis, and he was also present at the ball that day." Sally said firmly.

"Any other clues?"

"When the police came to question my mother, she concealed one thing. My father likes to eat sweets, and basically eats a chocolate cake every night, and...Mr. Earl, Miss Meg, try the cake in front of you." Sitting in a tall Sally in the footchair said privilegedly.

Covered with white and exquisite tablecloths, there are beautiful flowers and refreshments. Compared with British afternoon tea, French afternoon tea is like the comparison between fashionable and classic ones. Most of the people who drink afternoon tea in France are ladies or young ladies who pursue fashion. Children, the table is full of delicate snacks, the accumulation of cream and fruit is pleasing to the eye, and the fusion of chocolate and jam is also mouth-watering.

At Sally's suggestion, we sampled the chocolate cake served in a china saucer.

Well, it's delicious, except for the slightly bitter taste of pure dark chocolate, the overall taste is a bit greasy.

For my seldom sweet tooth, this cake was a bonus for the sensitive palate.However, if you put poison in this kind of rich chocolate cake, unless the eater is very careful, I am afraid that you will really not be able to eat it.

"The taste has changed?"

"You can taste it. In the past, Anna always added enough milk and sugar when making cakes. Since my father passed away, all the cakes I have eaten have been like this." Sally pouted and tapped the plate with a silver spoon , finally looks like a child under ten years old.

"You have said enough information, I will investigate."

When he walked out of Perry's house, he already had dark guesses in his heart. The chaotic family environment and the fact that the cause of the poisoning was deliberately concealed, the suspects were nothing more than Perry's family.But... Poison from the East, how did Mrs. Perry get such a poison?

Sitting in the carriage, Mr. Earl straightened his sleeves and picked up the whip.

"Where are you going now?"

"Back to the theater."

"Not to continue the investigation?" I was a little surprised.

"Mrs. Perry's lover has been disappointed in the casino recently and fell into a debt crisis. Earl Perry has no son for eight years, only a 12-year-old illegitimate child. Not only Mrs. Perry's lover but also Perry appeared at the ball. The old lover of the earl, the second daughter of a viscount, the family conflicts have intensified to such an extent, coupled with the disappearance of the cook, there are only a few suspects, and the cause of the poisoning has been deliberately concealed... If I did not take the poisonous poison away at the ball The cake, and the evidence will also disappear.” Philip Xuxu told all the clues about the poisoning case without expression, he was simply more efficient than the Paris police, and he had mastered so much in just one week.

"You mean that it might have been Mrs. Perry or her lover who did the poisoning?"

"Oh, I don't dare to make a statement without investigating more evidence. However, I am more interested in this kind of poison from the East. A French aristocratic lady basically never goes out of the French city except for parties and vacations. Where did you get this mysterious poison? Has anyone in Paris come from the East lately?"

"The person who just came back from the East..." I shivered unconsciously, my fingers trembling slightly.

When I was about seven years old, Eric left the opera house and Paris, and the violins that are mailed every year have an exotic atmosphere, from Italy to Romania, from Eastern Europe to Central Asia, West Asia, and even further afield place.I'm not sure whether he has been to the East. After all, the "East" in the eyes of Parisians or Europeans as a whole is only Asia Minor, collectively known as Persia.

When I think of this, my mind becomes a mess, and I am about to be driven crazy by myself.

The carriage stepped on the stone slabs of the embankment on the north bank of the Marne, the Seine River ran through the center of Paris, the sky had turned lavender, and the buildings on both sides were reflected in the lake water, twisting into phantoms of fish-scale ripples, and the bright yellow lights followed With the ups and downs of the lake, boats carrying flowers floated from the east one after another... A group of people gathered on the other side of the river, and even the passing boats stopped to watch.

"Looks like something went wrong?"

"Little Meg, I don't recommend you to watch it. It is almost a daily routine for Parisians to pick up a few floating corpses from the Seine every day." Philip steered the carriage intently.

"I thought you couldn't resist stepping forward to take a closer look, Mr. Detective." Maybe it was the half-day getting along and the secrets we shared that made me lose enough vigilance and defense against him, so I couldn't help joking.

"My dear, those who are willing to find out the answer don't necessarily want to solve it. Even if I find out the final murderer, I won't run to the lobby of the police station and wave the pleadings. Parisian high society has its own rules, and no one will." Welcome an informer." Philip had the usual frivolous smile on his face, but his eyes occupied the deepest and unfathomable dangerous sea area, and even the God of Storms flinched.

There is only a wry smile in my heart.

Paris, I was born and raised here, and I have already seen the so-called warmth and coldness of human relationships. The death of Albing when I was young deeply imprinted on the soul, and all the hidden clues, the theater manager kept silent and calmed things down to maintain the theater. reputation.

Perhaps, this is where the man next to him is both seductive and frightening. He is cruel and debauched in nature, but unlike other Parisian nobles, who are pretentious and cover up in every possible way.

Along the way, I never wanted to talk to him again.

Arriving at the back door of the theatre, the manipulator nodded to me and left.Staring at his sea-like deep and mysterious eyes, one can only feel like a ghost under the sun, with nowhere to hide.

When I turned around to go into the theater, I saw Lute at the door. His eyes wandered slowly between Philip and me, and then he lowered his head and said hello softly.

When I passed by him, I finally couldn't help asking.

"Eric sent you here."

"Eric? Sorry, miss, I don't know who you're talking about." Lute had a blank smile on his face.

"Okay, Lute, please tell your master, I'm very sad, very very sad, so sad that I can't bear to live." I gritted my teeth to convey to him, and limped towards the stairs, ignoring Lute's strange Who knows what he's going to say to Eric, whatever.

I moved all the cabinets, and I was exhausted from climbing the stairs, so I moved eight suitcases of different sizes to the top floor one by one.

The last time I woke up on the roof was too impressive, and Lute ran to the roof at every turn, I am almost sure that the phantom has already divided the deserted roof into its own territory.

The Garnier Theater is brightly lit, and the marriage of sorrow and joy is being performed in full view. The roof is quiet and empty, except for the sound of the night wind swirling in my ears. I sit under the marble sculptures of angels and open the smallest leather Take out the 280mm violin suitable for eight-year-old children, adjust the strings, and put it on your shoulder.

what should i play

When I received Eric's violin for the first time on my eighth birthday, my mind was full of thoughts of playing a piece for him, even if the fingering was wrong, even if the class was messed up, but the time stretched infinitely, diluting the enthusiasm I once had. So much so that I sealed it up again and again, waiting for some wonderful notes to bloom again when the future opens again.

But after waiting for so long, the wheel of time crushed hope repeatedly, and his soul was already exhausted.

When the bow meets the strings, my palms are already cold with sweat.

Bach's mass played.

Unlike the first time I played next to Christine when I was young, this time, I, who memorized the entire repertoire silently, never even missed a single mistake.

In the middle of the night, the focus of memorizing the repertoire silently with the head covered by a sheet, and the immersion of hanging fingers in the air to imitate percussion when no one is around, all seem to explode into vigorous timbres.

God, Bach's heroic soul, please forgive me, I played a soul-soothing Mass as a serenade.

I closed my eyes in shame, but still didn't dare to play distractedly.

When the lingering sound dissipated in the night sky, I opened my slightly dizzy eyes due to long-closed eyes, and stared blankly at the man in black in front of me.

The strings of the violin broke with a bang, leaving a bloodstain on the finger of the plucker, and also shattered the loneliness that had been carried for nine years.

The old strings will break, the ignorant children will grow up, and the wandering wanderers will return home.

Eric, my Eric.

You finally showed up.

The author has something to say: The cute thing has come out... _(:3J∠)_, the author is exhausted, please comfort me.

Serenade: Serenade was originally a love song sung by European troubadours in front of their lover's window in the Middle Ages. It is popular in Spain, Italy and other countries.Guitar, mandolin and other plucked string instruments are often used to accompany the singing, and the singing is lingering and melodious.Later, the serenade for instrumental solo was as popular as the vocal serenade.Usually a song sung at dusk or night, but also love songs sung at a lover's window in the morning.