As if the river of the underworld knocked on the eardrums, the water surface was shattered and splashed with transparent water. The groundwater, which has not been disturbed by human activities, flows slowly along the ripples of the pool water with a cool temperature.

When I opened my eyes, there was an arc-shaped grotto above my head, and the cramped space was full of limestone rock formations. The waves and shadows of the lake were projected on it like invisible ghosts, and the torches soaring to the sky were inserted on the rock walls. The burning shadow was distorted into indistinct shapes by the irregular stone walls.

The brain nerves that have not yet recovered are dull for a moment. Could it be that it is leading to the other side of the Styx at this moment, because there is even a thin mist on the lake, which makes me more confused.

I'm in a small boat, it's really a small boat, just enough for a child to lie upright in it, if an adult comes in, he has to bend his knees to lie down.A thick black cloak was covering me, preventing the low temperatures from taking in what little residual heat I had.

Standing at the stern was a black figure, his whole body was completely black, as if he had made a contract with the darkness, he was wearing a strange white mask, not commonly used even at masquerade balls, covering his face completely The kind of mask that only shows the mouth and chin.If it weren't for the exposed human skin, I would really mistake him for a boatman from the underworld.

"Where is this?" I asked quietly while sitting in the boat with my cloak in my arms.

"Underground of the Opera House." This charming male voice, which is not often heard, is like a melodious horn, and I quickly recalled the incident of being kidnapped.

Finally, the boat pole in the hand of the strange man hit the stone more and more frequently, and an iron door decorated with flower branches appeared in front of him. The strange man knocked the stone wall three times with the boat pole, and the iron door opened silently.

"Welcome to my world, my underground world." The male voice chuckled charmingly.

Numerous candlesticks are dotted in this circular grotto, all of which use exquisite and cumbersome craftsmanship, making these candlesticks both practical and of appreciation value. There are even more candles, and their dots of fire light gather together, illuminating the entire space like daytime.

I stared dumbfounded at everything in front of me.It's as if Alibaba has discovered a treasure house, and it's as if it's the first time to ascend the golden temple of the sun in the clouds.

Across the edge where water and stones intersect, there is a stone platform floating out of the water not far away, and the lights on it are brilliant and gorgeous like a palace.

The golden space was getting closer and closer, and finally, the hull lightly knocked on the stone and landed.

The strange man in black picked me up and jumped off the boat.

The cold temperature and humid environment forced me to use this cloak to keep warm. For the sake of my health, I occupied it resolutely and had no intention of returning it to its original owner.

After the weirdo returned to his territory, he finally let go of his guard, with a somewhat relaxed atmosphere, "I never thought that the first visitor to this underground kingdom would be a child."

And I have long been dazzled by everything in front of me, the furniture of the Napoleonic era, with the luxury and sophistication unique to Fontainebleau, expensive silk and high-end textiles of indistinguishable types are thrown around, and the gold plate is full of Spices from the Far East can be sold at an unusually high price per ounce in the market. I even saw a box of gold coins dumped. They were like inconspicuous pebbles, scattered everywhere, and a dozen gold coins quietly settled below the surface of the water.

This gorgeous and messy space almost confirmed my guess, this man is a robber!Look at these riches, only those who snatch them out of thin air can spoil them like this!

Upon learning of this astonishing fact, I tripped over the overly long cloak and rolled to the man's feet in a dizzy and embarrassing state.

"In Albing's house, your movements are not so clumsy, you are as light as a swan." The man laughed again, but picked me up from the ground.

Al Bing's name instantly shattered my calmness. I grabbed his arm tremblingly and asked hoarsely, "How do you know?"

"I know everything in this theater by heart."

The man's conceited tone did not dispel the doubts in my heart, and I cleared my mind almost instantly. That day, he was also in Albing's bedroom. The police said that the door of Albing's room was locked, but before I sneaked When I entered, the door was open, "It's you, it's you..."

As if being swallowed by the cold wave pouring down from the top of the Alps, the fear from the depths of my soul made me shiver and run away from the man, but sadly found that I had nowhere to escape.

Everywhere you look, there are traces of this man's existence.

His saber is hanging on the wall. The tip of the sword is cold and sharp. He doesn’t even need to use the saber. He just needs to put his big hands on my neck, and he can strangle me as easily as a kitten. It belongs to children His weak body has no power to resist.

"Don't be afraid of me." His emotions seemed to be more sensitive and changeable than mine. When I left in fear, he stretched out his hand tremblingly, "Please, don't be afraid of me!"

But being frightened, I just screamed with a hoarse throat, refusing his approach, as if this black-clothed god of death would also tear my soul out of my body and swallow it into my stomach.

When he stepped forward and seemed to be trying to talk to me, I was so frightened that I stepped off the stone platform and fell into the icy underground lake...

The expensive and soft handmade blankets from Persia were stacked on my body for free, almost wrapping me into a ball. The man hid outside the black gauze bed curtain, curled up and sat on the ground, hiding in a dark corner, skillfully It was as if he had come from the dark.

All my clothes were soaked, and I could only rely on uncut silk to cover my body.

Seeing that this tall man would be more sad than a child because of my resistance, my mood became more and more delicate.

It is said that in the eyes of ordinary people, many desperadoes who are inhumane, cold-blooded and cruel have delicate emotions. In some cases, they are more sensitive to the resistance and rejection of others, and suffer from it.

Obviously, this is the case with the man in front of him.

He crouched in the corner, a cloud condensed above his head, and the gloom was about to grow mushrooms.

"You, what's your name?" I coughed lightly and asked aloud.

"I don't have a name, I don't have a name." The black figure shrank into the corner more and more timidly.

"..." Obviously, this is the guy who kidnapped me, the guy who killed me, and the guy who can easily strangle me to death. Why is he such a pitiful adult man?Don't be too serious about fine points!

"They all call me a devil, a freak, or something disgusting." He crouched in the corner and scratched the ground with his long fingers, making a small voice.

"..." I was dumbfounded again. What kind of outrageous things did this guy do? People would reject him like this, "You don't have any relatives?"

"I left home when I was a child, I am a demon cursed from birth, they all say that..." The voice was so frustrated that it was about to cry!

I tied a silk knot around my body, pushed aside the blanket, stepped off the bed covered in soft velvet sheets, and walked up to him, "You've been wearing a mask?"

"It's a gift, a gift I've had since I was born."

When I got too close, I saw his skeletal hand, the too pale skin covered the bones, without much muscle wrapping, and the fingers were terribly thin. If he was not sick, he was a person who had suffered a lot.

This has shaken my previously determined thoughts. This person has pain that ordinary people can't understand, just like me with 'Embalm'.

After losing my voice, I was reluctant to express something in words. The voice that lost its normal timbre was like a pool of stagnant water, which could not arouse the emotions of others at all. I could only kneel down, put my hands on both sides of his mask, and prepared to take it off. this mask.

"No! Don't look! Don't look!" He held my hand, his lips trembling violently with fear, "It will scare you, you are too young, it will scare you."

"Your voice...is very nice." I tried to squeeze out a compliment.

"No one has ever praised me." He grabbed my hand and rubbed it affectionately, but it was covered by the mask. In fact, the back of my hand just rubbed against the mask a few times.

Encouraged, I breathed a sigh of relief, although this man is an adult, in some ways slender like a child.

I withdrew my hand from between his palms, and seeing his panic again, I managed to force a smile as a consolation, then stood up, looked around, and found a large heavy book among the scattered treasures.

This book is really heavy. The moment I picked it up, I regretted choosing this book. It was as heavy as a slate, but I still stumbled and moved the book to the man, "Let's give you a name."

A man's eyes are brighter than the bright pearls in the dark night, and a ray of hope can ignite the fire of this person's dead soul, which is obviously the most flammable thing in this world.

I opened the book and turned a few pages, all of which were densely packed with words.

"Tap with your finger, and your name will be in the middle of the tap."

His fingers hung in the air dully for several seconds before suddenly falling down.

The word was short and was just covered by his fingertips. I moved his fingers to reveal the letters one by one.

"E, R, I, C...Eric."

"Eric." He followed up blankly, as if he didn't quite believe that he had a name.

"Yes, Eric, you can be called Eric, everyone has their own name."

He nodded happily, chanting his name in a trance.

After a long time, when I was older and had more reading foundations, I realized that the word Eric comes from the Scandinavian language of a distant cold country, and its original meaning is, 'a powerful and lonely ruler'.

Just like Eric ten years later, he has occupied the entire underground world of the Opera Garnier and has become the real ruler of darkness, but he is still so lonely, alone, and has never received a little pity and sympathy from this world.

The author has something to say: (⊙_⊙) I feel that the subject matter is a bit cold... Visually, I'm going to be busy recently, and there are still friends who are chasing articles~

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