man, he looks ugly

Fog spreads across the streets,

where the beast hides,

Red eyes stare intently.

Only blood and flesh,

Only the blood and flesh,

to satisfy their desires,

How on earth can I escape this predicament?

please give me strength

Fill the cup with holy wine.

Get rid of all ghosts... (Freya)

Albing is the pillar of the opera house. As the darling of the upper class in Paris, she can sing many Italian operas proficiently, with gorgeous ending and high-pitched voice. At the same time, she also has a beautiful face and figure that belong to a heroine , a head of brown-red hair swaying like fire, plus white round shoulders, whenever she stands on the stage, her tall figure becomes more eye-catching. The successful performances of the first two seasons make her a pillar status without any threat.

Why would a woman as dazzling as a pearl suddenly target Mrs. Giri, who is an ordinary ballet trainer?

Emily took my hand and came to the front of the stage. Al Bing was singing loudly, soloing Freya's solo section "Mist" in the second act. Two strange tall men in three-piece suits stood on the stage. On the edge, listening to Al Bing's solo under the leadership of Mr. Baldini, they must be the new managers.

The ballet performers huddled in corners at the edge of the stage, staring at each other anxiously.

Just like the tranquil lake water under the glacier, there lurks the bewildering whirlpool of death.

Emily hurried to the corner where the ballerinas crowded together.

Mrs. Geary stood on the other edge of the stage, her face was dulled by the pain, expressionless, but her trembling fingers revealed her sadness.

I walked softly up to her, hoping to find out exactly what had happened.

But Mrs. Geary just strokes my hair gently, tying it with ribbons and tying it into a bunch from the mess of running.

Al Bing finally finished her solo, which drew applause from everyone.

Mr Baldini left the stage after saluting his two new managers farewell.

After a short conversation between the two new managers, one of the managers with a ridiculous mustache came to Mrs. Geary, looked at me curiously, and said with the elegant and exaggerated tone unique to the upper class, "How Lovely blond angel, our ballet troupe still has such a small member."

"She is my daughter, Mr. De Buena, who is learning ballet with me." Mrs. Geary subconsciously put her arms in her arms, and looked at Mr. De Buena uneasily.

"The future is bright, Mrs. Geary. We don't want to decide the future of a ballet troupe at the beginning of taking over the manager. I hope that Mr. Pollini and I can see the wonderful performance of the ballet troupe when we perform the day after tomorrow."

The rehearsal was over, and the crowd gradually dispersed. Al Bing left the stage with her chin up, surrounded by compliments from everyone, as beautiful as she was, and she glanced at the place where Mrs. Geary and I were, with a smug sneer on the corner of her lips.

Mrs. Geary will not tell her seven-year-old daughter why this sudden disaster has happened, although after losing her husband and her family is poor, she may lose her job to support her.

But what can I do?

Rebelling against a prima donna who holds the future of the theater in her hands and pays compliments even to managers?

The alternation of day and night caused the fog to descend on the city of Paris again. Christine was dreaming soundly in bed, while I tried my best to restrain my drowsiness, pinching my thigh from time to time to let my tears flow, Waiting for midnight to fall.

Nocturnal birds chirped hoarsely outside the window, and the whole theater fell into silence.I just climbed out of bed, opened the door lightly, and stepped into the dark world.

The Opéra Garnier without the blaze of light is like the labyrinth of the Minotaur on Crete.In the dark and cold corridor, only the light from a small candlestick in his hand guides him, neither the way forward nor the way back.

After walking for a long time, I finally came to the door of Al Bing's room. Different from the simple and crowded dormitories of other people in the theater, Al Bing has a luxurious suite with three entrances and exits. The outermost room of the house is the bedroom of her personal servant.

I blocked the light of the candle with my hand and walked into Al Bing's room.

The room was quiet, except for the sound of the breathing of two people sleeping soundly, but the outer room was littered with flowers, props, decorations, and even a few shawls and gloves that were obviously thrown away casually.In the area where the light reaches, there are chaotic color blocks, just like the world piled up by children when they play pranks.

I had to bypass these 'obstacles' and 'traps' with great care to prevent falling and making a noise that would frighten Al Bing and her servants. If so, my planned plan would not be achieved.

Following Al Bing's breathing, I easily found her bedroom, blew out the candlesticks, and pushed the door open.

Looking at the woman on the bed who is still beautiful despite being asleep, I can hardly bear to use 'Embalm', but the moment she declared war on Mrs. Geary, we have become opposites.

Embalm.

There is a huge glass full-length mirror in the room, flowers of various colors fill the entire empty space, and golden candlesticks are dotted among them.

Al Bing was sitting in front of the dressing table, indulging in the glorious glory just now. She admired the appearance in the mirror fascinatedly, showing a sweet smile.

At this moment, the door was knocked.

A handsome brown-haired young man walked in.

"Viscount Perry." Al Bing saluted formally.

"Al Bing." But the young Viscount stepped forward unabashedly, hugged Al Bing in his arms, and kissed her.

Uh... this kind of intimate scene is not what I want to see.

Fortunately, when Viscount Perry made a more excessive move, and I was ready to cover my eyes, Al Bing stopped the other party's actions. Seeing the displeasure on Viscount Perry's face, Al Bing became nervous Xi's explanation.

"Perry, I think, I..."

"What's the matter?" Asking an anxious man to end his desire, it is naturally difficult to conceal the perfunctory words.

"I'm thinking, maybe we will have a little angel." Al Bing, who was indulging in false happiness, didn't notice it at all. There was a smile on her lips, and her palms gently covered her lower abdomen.

But she never thought that her actions made Viscount Perry's expression change immediately, this playboy who played with women would never bear the so-called responsibility.

It didn't take long for the two of them to argue loudly. Albing, who was out of control, covered his face and cried, while Viscount Perry, who had exhausted his patience, rushed out of the door. At this moment, I finally saw a familiar figure.

I don't know if it's a coincidence or what, when Viscount Perry opened the door and Al Bing chased after him with his skirt, he saw Mrs. Geary. Mrs. Geary gave Al Bing a cold look...

After learning the final reason, I hastily exited Albing's memory, or rather, the dream.

In this dream full of uneasiness and threats, Albing was quite restless in her sleep, her brows were huddled together, as if trying to break free from the shackles of the succubus.

I turned to leave her bedroom, but when I turned around, I tripped over the hair tie thrown in the carpet and almost fell out. Fortunately, my usual dance training gave me a very strong balance, and I almost fell In an instant, he stood up relying on the strength of his waist.

The small body can actually make such difficult movements. Maybe, if you can't make a living with ballet, you can also try to learn circus...

I walked out of Al Bing's room dumbfounded.

The next day, after finally waking up, I rubbed my eyes and got up from the bed.

After returning from Albing's room yesterday, I was so tired that I fell asleep without taking off my skirt.Fortunately, even if Christine saw it, she would not report it to Mrs. Geary. We are already very good friends.

Christine was no longer with her, perhaps on her way to breakfast.

I hope I can have breakfast in time, I'm so hungry.

But when I came to the cafeteria, I found that the situation was a bit weird. The ballet performers were whispering in fear, and there were freshly baked bread on the dining table, but no one touched them.

Christine also sat on the stool in a daze, looking left and right to see the expressions of the people next to her. After seeing me, she stood up from the stool, ran to my side, and hugged me nervously.

"Meg, I'm so scared." She was crying, her arms were straining.

"What happened?" I patted her on the back, trying to reassure her.

"Albing died last night, in his sleep, and the maid found out this morning. They're all talking about it, and it's terrible! How terrible, Meg!"

There was a jolt of electricity running down my back, and luckily Christine thought I was being frightened too.

Al Bing actually died...

An inexplicable fear hit me and I froze in place.

The news about the death of the chief soprano, Albing, spread throughout the theater that day, and Camille, who was Albing's personal maid, became the busiest person for a while. She had to repeat Albing's death to others over and over again. information.

According to word of mouth, Al Bing's abnormal death was believed to be the work of ghosts or ghosts, and a letter left at the scene seems to confirm this.

The letter was stamped with wax with skulls on it, but no one knew the contents of the letter. It is said that the new manager Pollini took the letter away immediately.

But that weird skull paint was enough to spread rumors all over the theater.

I hurriedly touched my skirt, damn it! The 'Death Letter' was exactly the letter I hadn't had time to read!

Maybe it was left at the scene when I tripped yesterday...

God!

The cruel situation almost froze the blood flowing in my veins. When Christine had to cheer up to take care of me, I still couldn't smile at her.

She swore over and over again that she would never tell me those horrible things again!

Have you ever imagined the coming of darkness,

It is called by those who yearn for it.

There are laws in everything,

please close your eyes

feel the boundless darkness,

Feel the unfathomable heart,

I'm ready for you

Prepare your sword and shield,

Don't try to defeat those demons,

Just drive them to hell.

There are laws to everything. (Lu Xi'an)

The author has something to say: In the next chapter, ╮(╯▽╰)╭ the cute and ugly hero Eric (also known as Phantom) is about to appear~