[The Phantom of the Opera] Boundary Bridge

A treacherous smile appeared on the witch's face.

She has an uncomfortable aura around her, and her falcon-like eyes turn around, as if staring at the prey.At the end, a gloomy expression appeared above the wrinkled face.

"Have you really thought about it?" said the witch in a hoarse voice. "What I want is... ah, you can't afford it."

The poor man locked in his crippled shell looked up at her with a strange luminosity in his soul.The witch licked her lips greedily.

"Kristen." Eric whispered the name, "Kristen."

"Tell me what to do." He raised his head again, no longer looking at the withered rose.

The witch's eyes flicked across the black ribbon on the rose, and finally stopped at Eric's throat. She smiled with satisfaction: "I want your—singing voice."

Eric was startled suddenly.

For the ugly and violent Phantom of the Opera, singing is the best thing he has.

In the past, Eric built the image of the musical angel for Christine with pure singing.However, that image collapsed as Christine lifted his mask... For Eric, singing has long been an inseparable part of his soul.

This poor man who has been hiding underground in the Paris Opera House for several years because of his ugliness can only get the carnival of his soul in his divine singing, and has been away from the light for many years, which makes him almost only express his purest heart through singing. .

Yes, he knows all kinds of instruments, and he is good at composing breathtaking chapters, but only singing... Only singing can truly entrust his whole soul, and Eric never thought that he would lose his singing .

Singing has long been as much a part of the body as hands and feet—even deeper.It inhabits his soul.

"However, people and gods have abandoned me." Eric said to himself.His complexion was changing, as if he was struggling in pain.And the witch's inducing voice sounded out without a trace.

"If the fairy tale of the daughter of the sea has not been heard by you, it must have traces in the book - the learned and talented Phantom of the Opera, it is not a fairy tale...it is...the fact that really happened. That beautiful girl Swapped her legs for the handsome prince."

However, the daughter of the sea eventually turned into foam.This seems to have hinted at an ominous fate.

And the witch continued to say: "The singing that belongs to the sea... I was deeply intoxicated. But I changed it out," she suddenly showed a meaningful smile.

"I'm swapping it out for another girl who's willing to make an exchange. Now, I want your angelic voice...a voice that rivals the daughter of the sea's...I'll give you what you want Everything, I'll fix your looks, Eric! Great Eric! You'll get looks to match your talents!" Her bewitching was so exciting!

Eric's heart was shaking violently.

No—stop—forget about this crazy idea.What would he have done if he hadn't met this witch, if he hadn't made this exchange?Oh yes, Christine.He will never sleep, and write the most frenetic chapter with his own blood, that "Don Juan" that has entangled him for countless days and nights!He will use his singing as his weapon to make a last-ditch effort to get that girl back!Then—no, he didn't think about it. Then, his world was only music and Christine.

But...if he had that face, if his face was restored... Eric couldn't help but imagine with fascination that every picture scroll was so brightly colored, forming a strong contrast with the dark reality.

He will have sunshine, he will be able to walk out of the damp and cold basement, and he will not have to live like a mouse... He will be like an ordinary person, with his own apartment, job and lover, and he will... the deepest desire in his heart seized him He, Eric suddenly found that he wanted more than Christine!No, after the witch gave him the possibility to restore his face, his heart was trembling to feel everything that he never dared to imagine...the sun and the ground.

He's already - he can't refuse the offer, can't!

The proud Phantom of the Opera, there is also a cowardly man living in his heart, who would rather abandon his singing talent for his own love and... the life of ordinary people.Only by opening his heart and thinking about that feeling, Eric...is still longing for the approval of the world.Eric!

but the singing...

"The mermaid's request to change her legs back then involved a leap between races." The voice of the witch sounded at this moment, "It is much easier to restore your face...so I will tell you that the price you paid is not all ——Mr. Eric, congratulations. You will still partially retain your own singing voice—you can still sing, but there will be no one else in this world who can hear it except you..."

This sentence was like the straw that broke the camel's back.For a moment, ecstasy flooded Eric's heart.

Song, his song!

Eric has always believed that singing is to express the inner soul. Now that self-expression and satisfaction have been achieved, his god-like singing... never needs the recognition of the world.The significance of singing to him is only to satisfy himself, and the musical angel who plays Christine.

Ah, the Angel of Music no longer exists, and the girl doesn't believe the lie anymore.Eric's singing... can only belong to me, but so what?Isn't his singing for decades, except for those for Christine, all crazy words full of ego?What roared in his singing was always his own soul... and only his own... Eric finally made up his mind.

"My soul has been crawling on the road to hell for too long, and my bruised self-esteem has gradually become dusty." Eric said, "Let me make this last fight, how will you restore my face?"

The witch picked up the rose from the ground.Those deformed hands were skinny, far less white and delicate than Christine's.On the dark green flower stalk, the black silk tied into a bow makes this flower have a magical beauty.The witch's withered hands untied the black ribbon.

"As long as you tie this black ribbon around your neck," the witch's hoarse voice oozes a hint of bewitchment, "your face will be restored to its original state. What goes with the wind is the honor of others listening to the angel's voice. "

How beautiful the words are.But Eric still had a great hesitation in his heart, a strong intuition told him not to listen to her!You will regret it!but……

"After I tie it, can I go back on my word?" Eric asked, staring at the black ribbon in his hand.

"Regret...?" The witch smiled slyly, and she said meaningfully, "Of course—as long as you cut the black ribbon around your neck."

It sounded perfect, but Eric felt even more disturbed.He was about to ask aloud——

A gust of wind blew by, and there was no sign of the witch on the rooftop.Her departure was as invisible as when she came.

Eric stood in the wind on the roof with a black ribbon in his hand, a look of determination suddenly flashed across his face.

The petals of those roses were blown into the sky by the gust of wind, and then they swirled and fell with the snowflakes.

Under the roof, Enid seemed to hear something.She looked up, and a rose petal fell on her face.