man, he looks ugly

The devil waits for the compromise of the world,

Holding thousands of beings in his hands,

I wish so much for you,

Would you like to look at me,

As if I still have your heart,

I'm so afraid of you,

Your sight turns cold,

As if I had committed an irreparable sin.

Freya, Freya,

Please tell me and you will forgive me. (Lu Xi'an)

The whole of Paris was shaken by the death at the Garnier Theatre. If it was a cleaner or a stage setter who died, it would not have caused such a sensation, but the death was Alpin, the chief soprano who was popular in the entire upper class.

The lady's salon has a shocking new topic of conversation, no matter the gentleman or the lady, they are all sighing.

Al Bing died on his own bed, the maid didn't know it in the outermost room, and a ghostly letter was left on the scene...

But the new managers of the theater, Pollini and Mr. De Buena, insisted that the letter was just an ordinary letter, which had been misrepresented because it appeared on an inappropriate occasion.

Police have entered the theater to investigate, but have made no real progress.

Mrs. Geary was once listed as a suspect, but she claimed to stay in the house that night, and as a ballet trainer, she was petite and absolutely unable to kill Al Bing, who was taller than her, without alarming anyone.

The most important reason is that there are at least two locked doors from the dormitory of the ballet troupe to Albing's room, including the key on the door of Albing's room.

The police investigated for a long time, and reluctantly declared that Al Bing's death was not caused by human power at all. It seemed that Al Bing died silently in his sleep!

I was caught in fear and confusion, living restlessly.

This is the first time I used 'Embalm' after rebirth, Al Bing, as the first experimenter, died after the second day, which made me fall into great fear.

Could it be that Embalm also brings death?

Could it be that these immature hands have already been stained with a person's dead soul?

The girl who cried in the middle of the night was no longer Christine but me. Pain and regret made me wake up from nightmares day after day. It seemed that Al Bing's soul was staring viciously at the bedside.

The huge mental torture finally broke out into a high fever.I was in the flames of hell, my throat seemed to swallow magma, ghosts and ghosts circled in the dream, and guilt more ruthless than steel needles tortured my soul, making it impossible for me to have a moment of peace...

In front of the hospital bed, Mrs. Geary recited the "Rosary" and prayed for her daughter. The kind and simple Christine also knelt in front of the bed, praying sincerely every day.

On the afternoon when the police evacuated the theater, Mrs. Geary was so thin that she could be blown away by a gust of wind, and I lost my voice.

People in the theater said that it was Al Bing's restless soul who was torturing his former opponent, but it was too cruel to spare even a little girl.

The weather over the city of Paris is very uniform. Rain and sunlight fall alternately in the Ninth District. Light and darkness enter the room through the narrow glass window on the other side, tearing the girl sitting on the bed with her legs crossed in half. Covered by light, the other half is plunged into darkness without temperature.

As punishment for causing death, I lost my voice.

It's not how pleasant it was originally, the immature voice that originally belonged to a child turned into a rough buzzing sound, it sounded like a piece of sandpaper was hidden in my throat, they ruthlessly polished every word and lost its luster, compared to Lu The dead rats next to it are even more uncomfortable.

Christine was more sad than me, so that she often shed tears, and she, who loves singing, could not imagine the torture of losing her voice.The more realistic situation is that, as a member of the preparatory theater, if you lose your voice, you will lose the ladder to climb up, and maybe you can only be a silent ballet member for life...

Christine tried her best to find all the ways to make me happy, picking up the little silk flowers and sequins discarded by the actors, or begging the theater artist to use leftovers to carve small plaster figures of small animals, which she placed beside my bed , trying to please me.

When she begged a bouquet of decaying roses from a second-level actor and presented it to me carefully, I could no longer allow myself to be immersed in sadness and ignore the warmth of the surrounding light.

"Christine, I'm fine." If it hadn't happened to me, I would hardly have imagined that the voice uttered from a child's mouth was even worse than that of an old woman about to be put on a tombstone.

"Meg, let's go play hide and seek, shall we?" Christine begged me softly, trying to get me out of the room.

Looking at those eyes that seem to be able to see through the soul of a person, like a clear spring, I can no longer cruelly refuse.

I lost to Christine again in boxing guessing, and I blindfolded myself with Mrs. Geary's silk scarf.

Christine hugged me, and the small leather shoes made a crisp and even click on the wooden floor, which echoed in the wide background and gradually faded away.

After counting, I stretched out my arms towards the direction where Christine ran away, and groped cautiously.There is no one in the backstage, only the faint chorus from the front desk in the air, which makes it very convenient for me to recognize the footsteps.

Finally, I sensitively heard the deliberately light footsteps on the left side. If I hadn't focused on hide-and-seek, the footsteps could almost be ignored.

When the footsteps gradually approached, I rushed forward decisively and hugged her.

Waiting for Christine's cheerful laughter to ring in his ears.

Before I realized that something was wrong with my embrace, the other party fled away in shock.

When I was brought down by that force, I finally realized what happened. Christine's body was soft and small, but the person in my arms felt so hard and tall, how could it be possible for her to be the same size as me? Christine?

But if it was someone from the theater, even if I caught them, most of them would just laugh and joke, and the most mischievous ones would stay where they were and wait for me to notice something was wrong.

But at this time, he who was in his arms ran away in such a panic.

The fabric I'm holding between my fingers is so smooth and soft, it flows through my fingers almost instantly.

Is it silk?

Who would wear silk in the theater?

Even the prima donna only makes her most beautiful costumes out of silk during the hot season.

The moment he fell, his mind was full of curious thoughts.

But when I, recovering from a serious illness, fell hard on the floor, this weak body issued a warning due to the stress response of the impact, tears overflowed wildly from my eye sockets, and a hoarse crying tone came out of my throat.

However, just before I uttered the first crying sound, a big hand firmly suppressed the crying sound.

The other party covered my mouth and hugged me with great force.

The silk scarf that had mostly fallen off during the struggle finally let me see the limited situation.

The person who held him hostage was a young man.

Only the chin and neck can be seen, so I can't tell whether he is from the theater or not, and the color of his coat is the richest black color.

It hardly takes a lot of strength to hold a little girl hostage. He covered my mouth, and the escape route became more and more remote, and even reached the area that Mrs. Geary had solemnly warned before, not allowed to come.

That hand was so hard, so hard that it felt like it was full of bones, it almost pulled five deep grooves out of my skin.

I don't know which mechanism he pressed, and I was taken hostage to a secret passage.

There are cobwebs all over it, and there is stagnant water that hasn't flowed for an unknown period of time. I even heard the roar of rodents.

He will regret it, I am not the daughter of a noble family, but the orphan of a ballet trainer, and I cannot pay any ransom.

Finally, he stopped, but his hands were still tightly covering my mouth, and I was dizzy and almost fainted due to lack of oxygen.

"Don't shout."

What is strange is that his voice is so pleasant, with a smooth ending and a pleasant foreign accent. As someone who has been immersed in operas all year round and has been exposed to many male voices, he can definitely become the leading actor in the whole play.As if confused by this magnetic voice, I obediently stood where I was, not crying or making noise, waiting for him to let go.

After hesitating for a moment, he let go of his hand, but decisively straightened the silk scarf on my face and tied it tightly.

Falling into the darkness again, I felt a little panicked, but I also felt relieved.If you can't see the kidnapper's face, at least you still have hope of being alive. If you can see his face clearly, you will be worried that you will be wiped out.If I die, Mrs. Geary will cry her eyes out.

"My mother is just a ballet trainer, and you won't get any money if you kidnap me." I pressed against the cold and damp wall, scratched nervously with my fingers, and said cautiously with my courage.

The other party was silent for a long time, as if he hadn't thought that there was a demon lurking in my child's body, which made such an ugly sound.

"You think I'm kidnapping you?"

"..."

What's the meaning?Are you covering my mouth and holding me to such a dark place where mice are running all over the ground, just ready to cheer me up, talk about life, and say that little girls must not give up a good life, there are countless possibilities waiting in the future What about you?

"I don't have any malice, please follow me." He took my hand and continued to go deep into those tunnels.

The light passing through the silk scarf is getting rarer and rarer. It is almost certain that even if I take off the blindfolded silk scarf, my eyes will not be able to distinguish anything from the darkness that is thicker than the dark night. The skin was worn so painfully, water droplets condensed on the wall, and the faint sound of water droplets lingered in the ears.

Under the guidance of this strange man, we walked for a long time, almost thinking that we had crossed the entire theater, but the direction should generally be towards the deeper underground of the theater.

Unexpectedly, there is such a vast space directly under the labyrinth-like exquisite and gorgeous building on the upper floor of the theater, as if crossing time and coming to another inaccessible space.

When passing a long section of downward spiral stone stairs, this strange man hugged me in his arms. Amid the even bumps, I actually fell asleep in this too hard and uncomfortable embrace...

When I stand on the cliff where the wind howls,

When faced with the call of the dead,

I'm waiting for your presence,

waiting for you to save me,

ordained man,

ordained man,

Only you can come and save me,

Those cold-blooded people play tricks,

Treat human life like grass and trees,

Only your blood still surges in your chest,

ordained man,

ordained man,

Please make sure you will show up... (Freya)

The author has something to say: (⊙v⊙), I must be a snake spirit, and I disabled the heroine so quickly, oh yeah~