[The Phantom of the Opera] Boundary Bridge

Christine was guarded by Viscount Shani, her face was full of panic and fear, and her brown eyes were filled with anxiety.Only a trace of hesitation stubbornly held her sight, so that she couldn't take her eyes off that familiar face—the god-like beauty was superimposed with the ghostly coldness of hell, and the terrifying memory in the flickering candlelight.

The young girl is overwhelmed.This is a coincidence?Or is it a new trick played by the Phantom?She clutched her lover's arm tightly, as if she could draw some kind of courage from it.However, despite trembling uncontrollably, Christine still couldn't help staring at the man in front of him who called himself Eric.

What a handsome face that is!Responding to her aesthetic and imagination, but also affecting the fear of the soul!Christine was simply obsessed.She missed the flicker of pain on the man's face in a moment of turmoil, but her devoted lover, Raoul Chaney, could not.

The young Viscount looked at the strange man in front of him more vigilantly: Obviously, this man knew Christine.But why did Christine back away in such fear and anxiety, but stubbornly leave completely, away from this man who brought her terror?

And Eric, who hid his pained expression, kept looking at Christine with eager and admiring eyes, staring at her angelic face, the man who was reborn but humbled by love murmured: "You are My muse."

"—how I wish you could sing for me."

This sentence happened to meet the expectations of a new composer, but it just echoed the warm whispers of the past.But this obviously frightened Christine even more. The blood on her face faded completely, her eyes widened, as if she couldn't bear the fear, and even her voice became a little high-pitched: "Mentor?"

There was fear and uncertainty in that trembling call.And Viscount Shani could no longer bear the pain of his lover, he stood between Christine and Eric firmly, with a sullen expression about to speak.However, at this moment a blond girl stepped forward.

She took the arm of the composer who was still trembling at the sight of the opera goddess she admired, and said with an apologetic expression: "Is there some misunderstanding, miss? I think you may have admitted the wrong person." She stared Christine used a kind of warm, smiling but normal gaze, with almost no fluctuations in the past.

The previous three completely ignored Enid, but when she stepped forward, she couldn't hide her own light.Kristen felt liking and close to her, Shani was naturally willing to listen to her, and Eric—Eric's lips were tightly pressed together, words could barely come out of his parched throat.

His trembling was transmitted to the other party through physical contact, and at the same time he received a warm and firm return.And Enid smiled and introduced his new identity to everyone again.

"He's my friend Eric, a composer who just arrived in Paris," Enid said, and somehow the words came out of her mouth more convincingly, "Eric liked Daye a lot." I’m afraid this is the first time he’s seen you outside the stage.” She changed the subject and said, “Miss Daye, if I’m lucky enough to clear up the misunderstanding, would you please take a look at the opera he wrote? Rick is highly talented musically."

Christine stared at her face - Enid's speech was generous and decent, and most importantly, it was in line with the common sense of the world, which seemed to strip Eric/Phantom of the lingering horror and mystery , at least at the moment she is no longer so out of control.

She grudgingly came back to herself, forcing herself to focus on more important issues than the "music talent" that made her lose her mind at the first listen.Christine pulled her lover's cuff comfortingly, and asked in a hesitant tone:

"You mean—he has just come to Paris? Never been here before?"

She questioned Enid because she seemed more relatable and human.But on the way to ask questions, Christine couldn't help looking at Eric's perfect right side of his face frequently, as if looking for a flaw in the lie, and also seemed to be looking for a completely different affirmation.

Enid said in a soothing tone: "I haven't been here, I assure you."

She glanced at the two men who were still tense, and made a little joke to brighten the atmosphere: "Otherwise, he wouldn't be so excited to see you——Eric was the first time ten days ago Hearing your singing, I have been fascinated ever since."

"Ah... that's right." Christine felt strange in her heart, and it was obviously difficult for her to accept the almost adoring favor of such a phantom-like person.It was just too surreal, and so out of line with what their relationship should be—or at least the way she thought it would be.

The brown-haired opera actress blinked, looked at Eric's face hesitantly, and asked bravely, "So do you have any brothers? Brothers who look very similar?"

Maybe her former mentor was not born with a handicap, but was disfigured by some cruel situation the day after tomorrow?Christine didn't realize until now that she didn't know the man at all, whether it was about the angel or the phantom.

Maybe she just had to wait for Eric's answer.But the man who was clearly supposed to be meeting her for the first time, but whom she knew so well that her soul would tremble, frowned, and said in an almost indifferent tone: "No, I don't have any brothers."

It's too abrupt—this kind of tone.The young girl was still immersed in all kinds of horrible conjectures, but Viscount Shani's brows were getting deeper and deeper.Raul has made up his mind to go back and ask Christine about the person who looks like Eric (it is already obvious in the conversation between the two that someone who looks like Eric hurt Christine) is right. What did she do that made her afraid and couldn't stay away?Coincidence, or another conspiracy?Raul did not relax his vigilance towards Eric, and he also had an instinctive dislike for this "composer" who appeared suddenly.He hoped he was thinking too much.

And Enid held Eric's arm tightly, and she felt that her sleeves were wet with thick cold sweat.

Erik was frantic, agitated and filled with inexplicable fear, his body and sweat were cold.Enid supported him calmly, but her mind went back to nine years ago in a trance—she heard the voice of fate for the first time, and God read the will of her heart and the destiny of this life through the mouth of the father and daughter .Everything now seems to be a reincarnation, a strange circle.

"So," after a long silence, the Viscount decided to take the initiative. He wanted to find out the details of this man instead of his lover, and his intuition told him that he was very dangerous, "Mr. Eric." He said politely: "You mean , I am a composer, right? So can you introduce your own music? To tell you the truth, I am one of the investors of Christine's resident theater."

Obviously, he even doubted Eric's composer status.The intimacy between the words and Christine is also obvious.

As a result, Eric's expression became a little gloomy imperceptibly.But when the music was mentioned, another kind of light illuminated his face—madness, intoxication, and obsession, which almost made Christine take two steps back in fright: this is the expression of the Phantom!However, that kind of light obviously wouldn't appear on Phantom's face.

Christine's heart is at war with heaven and man, and all kinds of speculations take turns gaining the upper hand... Her ears instinctively catch Raul's question and Eric's answer, just as she instinctively wants to understand each other, Find out everything there is to know about composer Eric, especially when it comes to music.

It had a poppy appeal to her—Kristine's behavior was not so much a desire to prove the similarities and differences between the two in the music, but rather a shuddering instinct of the soul.She couldn't help staring at Eric's handsome face, repeatedly comparing him with the Phantom in her heart, while chanting the name.

For a moment, she even thought "this name is very suitable for Phantom", and was frightened by her own thoughts and quickly forgot.The lamb was dubious after being reassured by the trapper, but the vague sense of danger was no longer enough to keep her away.

Enid felt a little strange: before Eric was about to answer the question about the score, he glanced at her quickly.It was a very indescribable expression.But soon Enid's wonder ceased, as the handsome composer said to Kristen Daye in a low, feverish voice:

"My opera comes from the sun refracted in the depths of the ocean and the foam flying to heaven-yes, her name is "The Daughter of the Sea."

Enid couldn't help but glanced at Eric - she knew that he had been creating, but she didn't know that the first successful one was "The Daughter of the Sea".It is obvious where the inspiration for this opera came from.

"So can you sing me a little bit?" Christine said boldly, not even knowing why she was doing it.Eric's voice was very similar to Phantom's, but strange, something she hadn't realized until now.Moreover, the voice of the ghost of the opera house has aroused her deep fear anytime and anywhere since Buquet's death, but Eric's voice full of pain and emotion made her not afraid despite being familiar with it.Compared with the Phantom, his voice seemed to be stripped of something—is that the singer's soul?Or is it the violence and terror that belong only to the abandoned person?Christine didn't know, but the verification of her voice could almost dispel most of her suspicions.At the same time, Eric quickly sank down at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"I'm sorry," he muffled, looking away from her eyes, "Miss Kristen Daye, I can't sing."