man, he looks ugly

Because of the medical certificate issued by the doctor, I was allowed to stay in bed, and I had a lot of rest time. Instead, I didn't want to go to Eric, who was busy teaching Christine's "Faust" .

The new manager is about to take over the theater. If Christine wants to become famous, it depends on her performance at the farewell party. At that time, the whole Parisian aristocrats and artistic celebrities will gather together, and the actors of the theater will have the opportunity to sing.

There are new theater managers, one named Richard and one named Monsalman.

I missed my first encounter with them when I was struggling with bacon, a theater cook whose craft is limited to feeding people but not making it tasty, it was dry and hard and was about to kill people His teeth fell out, let alone ground it up and swallowed it.

The cook babbled and brought me broth and muffins sprinkled with sugar.

"Everyone in the theater is frightened by the ghost. The two managers are busy retiring, Mrs. Carlotta is lying listless on the bed, and even a little girl is scared."

"Haven't Carlotta lost her temper yet?" The cook whispered in my ear for a long time, and in order to distract my mind from eating the bacon, I had to brace myself to deal with her.

"I don't think it's a temper tantrum. Her maid said that Carlotta was so weak that it was difficult to even get up. My dear, eat the bread and dip it in the broth. Your mother specifically ordered it."

"Is she really sick?" The broth tastes better, but unfortunately, there is a layer of shiny oil on it, which makes me feel a little nauseous. The cook's suggestion is good.

"Yes, the doctor can't find out the reason, but anyone with a discerning eye can see that her face is so ugly, pale and purple, it looks like she has tuberculosis, it's terrible, don't be like that!" The cook hurriedly made a cross on her chest, "According to me, you delicate and frail ladies and ladies should go out to breathe some fresh air. The air after the rain is a rare benefit for the poor. Stay indoors every day. Here, no matter how much perfume you put on, what's the use?"

The spoon came out of my hand and hit the plate.

"I'm going to visit her." The ominous guess made me fidget, so I simply dropped the spoon and ran out the door.

Carlotta's temper has always been moody. As an actor, she is too emotional, and the trivial things in life always make her irritable. In some unimportant moments, she will use stop acting as a way to vent, but this strike Usually it doesn't last long and then it ends.

This time, Carlotta did not appear in front of people for ten days in a row, which was unreasonable to her who was so stubborn, unless she was really suffering from some kind of disease.

Carlotta was placed in the room that used to be Albing. The superstitious Solli and other actors in the theater thought that room was very ominous, so it was empty for many years, until Carlota moved in. She did not believe this.

The door was quiet. When I opened the door, there was no one in the room. Flowers filled every corner of the room. Too many varieties of bouquets were mixed together, with messy colors and strange smells, and they withered quietly as time went by. Withered, withered, judging from the blackened and curled parts around the rose petals, the flowers here have not been cleaned for at least three days.

In addition to the strong smell of flowers, there are two other weird smells in the room. They are too pungent, and even the pollen that fills the room can't hide it.

A foul smell came from the room inside, accompanied by a dry cough overflowing from the lungs.

It's Carlotta's room.

It is said that people are prone to curiosity and fear of the unknown. The moment I opened the door of Carlotta's room, I was ready to be frightened.

There was an unpleasant stench in the room. In order to cover up this smell, another strong perfume was used to cover it up. It felt like hundreds of old nobles crowded into a room and danced together. square dance.

Carlota was lying on the bed, covered with a thick quilt and blanket, her face was blue and purple, but there was a large purple spot on the arm exposed from under the corner of the quilt, which was the result of repeated bloodletting.

Although science has advanced a lot and the medical system has become more sound, doctors still choose to use bloodletting to treat certain unknown diseases, but they don’t know that this kind of bloodletting often hurts the vitality of patients. Before death, the blood in the whole body was almost drained alive.

Although there is no such thing as draining people's blood alive now, it is not uncommon to draw blood indiscriminately before the disease is diagnosed.

It seemed that Carlotta was really sick.

I tiptoed to Carlotta's dressing cabinet and found the crystal bottle full of perfume with almost no effort. The color of the liquid in the bottle almost made me fall down.

It's the exact same color as the bottle of Perry's perfume!

They are all light pink, the color that women like the most.

I don't even remember how I turned the bottle over to look at the bottom, or what was going through my head when I stole the bottle, or when I ran out of Carlotta's room and knocked over the bouquet of flowers Reaction.

This dull state lasted until I walked through the corridors of the theater and ran all the way to the back door of the theater. Excessive physical exertion made my body already suffering from anemia obviously overwhelmed, and I collapsed on the ground like a collapse. When he reached the stairs, his head hit the wooden floor with a 'buzz' sound.

Looking at the continuous rainwater outside the house with wide eyes, dizziness and nausea came together.

How did Eric become like this?

In order to gain the power of the theater, in order to promote Christine, he even poisoned Carlotta.

I was immersed in the fragrance of roses, and I didn't know that there were thorns all over me.

Charlie, the coachman, had just unsaddled his horse and came in through the back door, but saw me lying motionless on the ground. He was frightened to death, and ran over at a loss, not daring to help me.

"Miss Geary, my God, what's the matter with you?"

"To the Rue de Rivoli."

"Miss, let me tell you that you should go to have a good rest, your face is paler than seeing a ghost." Charlie rubbed his hands to advise.

"Charlie, I'm fine, go to Rivoli Street, I have something urgent."

"Then...then I'll go harness the horse, you stay here, take a rest, don't faint." The sound of pattering footsteps went away.

I rubbed my shoulders against the wall and stood up from the ground, tried to catch a few breaths, the feeling of blood rushing out of control in my body subsided slightly, and the feeling of nausea and dizziness no longer kept repeating in my body, and then I walked out the door.

Pedestrians hurried past on the street, most of them wore thick dark cloaks to prevent the rain from getting wet on their clothes.Drops of water dripped down from the edge of the hood, drenching the skirt at my feet, and the socks stuck to my legs, feeling like they were tightly wrapped by the skin of a poisonous snake. The bottle between the two palms gradually became as cold as fingers .

I felt like I was about to cry, but every time I was about to cry, I swallowed that feeling.Just like when I was a child, Mrs. Geary fed me the unpalatable potion prescribed by the doctor and asked me to swallow it with hot water, that kind of repeated torture that lasted for a long time.

Finally, the carriage came to Rivoli Street, and Charlie parked the carriage across the street.

The door of Daloga’s house was still messy. When the black servant opened the door, I, who had already done a lot of mental construction, was still tempted to escape by the ghostly and eerie atmosphere emanating from the house.

"Is Daloga there?"

"Master is at home, please come in."

Walking into Daloga's room again was still pretty uncomfortable.

This time, his room was not as dirty and messy as it used to be. On the contrary, it seemed that he had really settled down. He had added quite a lot of gorgeous and full of French-style furniture. It can be imagined that these furniture were probably used by Daloga in my hands. In exchange for this kind of poisonous perfume, there is a disgusting feeling of being added to the body by spider webs.

The black servant did not lead me to the living room again, but took me outside the cellar, and he went in to report.

There was the sound of glass and metal colliding in the room, and the black servant was explaining my visit to Daloka.

About 2 minutes later, Daloga came out while taking off the thick leather gloves on his hands, rolled his small eyes at me, and greeted me politely.

"Miss Geary." There was a full foreign accent in his voice, but it was understandable anyway.

"Hello, Daloga."

"Why are you running here again? I thought the experience last time would make you afraid of this place." Daloga walked to a cushion printed with Persian patterns and sat down cross-legged.

"I want to advise you, or warn you about one thing." I took the perfume bottle out of the cloak and put it on the low table next to it, "Please stop making this poisonous perfume."

"It's a little strange for you to say that. How could I prepare this perfume?" Daloga glanced at the perfume bottle in my hand and let out a burst of uncomfortable laughter.

"Eric has already told me everything, why do you use such a harmful means to make a living?" What happened this day made me feel uncomfortable and painful, so when I faced Daloga's perfunctory, I didn't have much to say. He wanted to express the thoughts in his heart directly, without any scruples about the dangerous look in his eyes.

"Hahahaha, murder by means of murder! Hahahaha!" Daloga burst into a terrible laugh.

The shuddering emotion in this laughter made me as dull as I feel that danger is coming, I couldn't help but retreat again and again, my whole body's muscles stiffened into a ball like petrification, only the remaining rationality screamed wildly, let me stay away from him, and finally It's a long way to escape back to the theater, to wherever people are looking.

For the next half minute, Daloga was still laughing wantonly, almost out of breath, but still laughing, just like the performance of hysterical patients when they are ill.

He stared at me fiercely, and uttered words more vicious than a snake letter from his thick lips, "How kind do you think your lover is, Eric was more terrible than a king when he was in Persia and Sudan, and worse than a hangman To attract resentment, he designed palaces full of institutions one after another, and made cruel secret rooms one after another. Countless people died in those institutions! His wealth was accumulated with the bones of criminals made!"

Daloga continued to shout and laugh wantonly, using those knife-like words to scrape me bloody.

Like a sharp watermelon knife, it easily chopped all the illusions in my life to pieces, and then dug out the rotten flesh and abscesses that were concealed behind those illusions, and dug out my gold and silver textiles. Put the eyes covered by the curtain of filth in front of those filth, so close at hand, there is no escape!

"Look, good and pure lady! He is still doing that threatening thing! Didn't you take this bottle of perfume out of the theater? I remember every bottle of perfume clearly, Eli I'm going to take it, is it for your good lover?" Daloga continued to stare at me.

The feeling of nausea and dizziness came back again, everything in the room was confused and blurred, hot water marks were scattered on my face, dripping and dripping on the long-haired carpet.

"It's impossible, it's impossible..." I muttered to myself, trying to convince myself.

"He's a born devil! He's an infidel expelled by Allah! A criminal with more blood on his hands than me, an inspector!"

"Shut up! I'll judge for myself!" I covered my ears and screamed.

Daloja seemed startled by my shout, he sneered silently.

Under the stimulation of Daloga again and again, I gave myself the final order to kill.

Embalm!

In an instant, those bloody memories drilled from the corner of hell flooded into my brain crazily.

They didn't seem to think that they would see the light of day again, they screamed and struggled to escape from the small brain, and those terrible scenes replayed wildly, just like the demons in "Faust" who hold the hope of human beings in their palms , easily crushing the minds of all spying guys...

At some point, the terrifying Embalm stopped.

In front of my eyes, it seemed that the colors and lines of the whole world were distorted and melted, turning into a messy and dark mess like a pot of porridge. They fled from my eyes without mercy, leaving me alone in a daze, looking around like falling into an abyss.

As for Daloja's reaction, I have no time to think about it.

I stumbled out of the house and the moment I opened the door, all kinds of sounds from the street swarmed into my eardrums: the sound of rainwater falling from the tiles and splashing on the masonry, the sound of men's leather shoes hitting the street The sound, the sound of children screaming and fighting, the sound of women whispering and discussing how they feel in the rain, the sound of wheels rolling by, and the sound of horses snorting...

I stumbled away, telling myself desperately, I must stay awake, I must stay awake, otherwise everything just now will be regarded as the most terrifying nightmare in my heart!

Maybe people's emotional intensity reaches a certain level, and it will really explode with terrifying potential.

I went to the carriage, climbed in, and, with my eyes open, let Charlie drive back to the theater.

Charlie seemed to be concerned about me a few words, he was frightened by my state.

Needless to say, I am very aware of how scary my state is. My whole body trembles, and when my fingers hang in the air, I don't even have a moment of silence.

What am I betting on?

Am I redeemed by going back to the theater, finding Eric, and berating him?

Are those sins really nothing to do with me?

When the flowers of sin grew around me, I mistakenly regarded them as gifts for my lover, and I fell into them and couldn't extricate myself.

Mrs. Geary's advice fell on my ears.

I'm happy to see Christine's downfall.

If the guillotine is covered with blood, how much of it is my own hand?

Distraught, I made my way back to the theater, wandering the corridors, looking for Eric.

I passed by a group of new little girls who looked like they were just eight years old and older in their early teens, already wearing low-cut jackets, airy dance skirts, white leggings and pink dance shoes .

They will spend the best time of their youth in this theater, studying ballet with all their might, survival of the fittest, and those without talent or body shape will leave the theater.

During the most painful basic exercises, the skin on the feet will be worn out, and the bones of the feet that are not yet strong will be deformed. Then we must continue, continue to practice, and get used to this pain. The wide and delicate stage is reflected in the eyes, and I hope to become a theater star. A fourth-level actor, a third-level actor, a main supporting role, and the first leading actress.

When they saw my posture when I walked, they showed admiration.

So many years of ballet practice have made me used to walk with this light and graceful footsteps all the time. Even though I have been burdened with terrible sins and put on heavy shackles, I still walk with this graceful swan walk.

These little girls, they can't see the sins under this flashy temple, and they shouldn't see these sins.

I walked across the training room to the dressing room.

The girls who were about to perform at night laughed and played with makeup, smeared gold powder on their faces and bodies, and complimented each other on their skirts. In fact, they were all wearing the same dance skirts.

They have survived the most difficult time and have their own place in the theater. They use their youth, sweat and even their bodies to move closer to the center of the stage and strive to be in the eyes of the audience and managers.

Seeing me walking by, they showed various expressions, either timid, proud, or jealous...

How could I forget that when I couldn't get on stage, I would take the place of the most dazzling ballerina and give others a chance to show off their moves.

These girls, their eyes dazzled by luxury and gold, pursue every opportunity to develop.

I went to Kristin's dressing room.

With the help of Anais, Christine, who was wearing a gorgeous dance dress, tightened her waist, showing a graceful figure.

"Meg, here you come."

Christine had a charming peach pink on her face, and her eyes shone like stars.

"It's unbelievable that Carlotta can't attend the farewell party today. In addition to "Romeo and Juliet", I will also sing the role of Marguerite in "Faust" for her."

I looked at her as if I were looking at a stranger.

That's weird, where's the freaking ceramic doll sitting on the chair?What about the little girl who strokes the violin and misses her father?What about the sad angel who came to the prayer room in the middle of the night and lit a candle and sobbed and prayed?

Why can't I find her all of a sudden?

"It's time for you to play, dear." Anais pushed Christine out of the dressing room.

Christine subconsciously gave me a hand. She is used to being alone with me before going on stage.

But I just followed her to the corridor, and I didn't want to go any further.

A tall, buxom woman shrieked as she hurriedly pushed open the door of the dancer's dressing room next door.

"Unfortunate! Unfortunate!"

"What's going on? What's going on?"

"Joseph Buguet..."

"What's up with him?"

"he died!"

"Alas! He was found hanged on the third floor of the basement just now!" (1)

I listened blankly, my head in a state of dullness.

How strange, how could Boogai die?Didn't he just scare the new ballerina the other day?

He took the fact that he had seen a 'ghost' as a talking point.

That's strange, who is the ghost?

The ghost is Eric.

Thinking of this, my damn soul finally returned to my body.

Then calm down...

The author has something to say: Hmm~ The dialogue announcing the cause of Bougay's death is quoted from the original text.