[The Phantom of the Opera] Boundary Bridge

The voice was in his mind, burrowing around like a bug.Eric had a splitting headache. He tried his best to stay clear, and angrily swept the debris on the table to the ground, shouting: "Come out! Come out!"

He was gasping for breath.

He's going crazy, he's going to be driven crazy, and he's going to go crazy sooner or later.Fortunately, the witch didn't seem to have any intention of tormenting him this time. Her funny and metallic voice sounded again, with a frosty texture, ringing in his ears and in his heart from far and near.She said, "Are you really willing to face the truth?"

The witch laughed horribly again, and those laughs made Eric's ears tickle like blows, like a tarsus that couldn't be shaken off.He poured water on his face angrily, and opened his green eyes angrily.

"Tell me what's going on." He was licked by the cold flames, and said with great fear and hatred.

Time and space seem to be wrong, and time has also stopped.There seemed to be a white light flashing in front of my eyes, but when I concentrated on distinguishing it, I found that it was just an illusion.Eric thought for a moment that he was back on the rooftop that day, and the ground was covered with pure and cold snow.

He heard the voice of the witch sounding from the bottom of his heart, calm and cold, without any hint of madness before.Because of this, it is even more chilling.She said coldly: "Really? Then I will tell you the truth now."

She must be the embodiment of the most absurd desire in the world, otherwise, how could she be so vicious and false, and know how to play with people's hearts.Eric heard her say, "Since you want to ask about your face, you must remember that I told you to tie the black ribbon. Yes, the magic is on that abandoned rose, and all I give you is Part of it. The rest was discarded by the wind that night."

She smiled coldly: "The magic is not mine, but the desire is mine. Your love, lust and pain produced this magic, so that rose is no longer a mortal thing. The black ribbon serves as a link of exchange and is tied around the neck. Deprive you of the song that is heard, and restore your face. And the remaining stems and leaves, and those petals: if someone brushes them over his eyes, then he can see through the truth of this disguise magic. And if If someone eats them, they can sing your song, but they cannot hear it."

It turned out to be such a ridiculous magic, Eric couldn't help being taken aback.He wanted to look around hastily, but the witch never appeared after all, but spoke in the deepest and coldest voice in his heart.He regained his composure and stood firm, the cold moisture around him made his face wet.Eric tried to speak again, but suddenly a deadly wave of fear hit him.He suddenly collapsed on the ground, his eyes were wide open, and his face was pale with sweat.

"Witch, witch!" he cried anxiously and terrified. "Eyes? Eyes! So where are those rose petals now! Who got them? Did—didn't—" His lips quivered I dare not say that name.

The deepest and most horrific nightmare was nothing more than this. Eric was struck by lightning, as if the last disguise was suddenly lifted, and he was about to cry desperately.His self-esteem has been shattered, but he is still holding on.

Dying, he asked, "Who is it? Where did those petals go?"

"This, ah, of course I took it away well." The voice of the witch was slow, but meaningful, "After all, that is the reward I got in exchange, and it will be used for new exchanges. Some vanity A man is delighted when others praise his voice, even if it is a disgraceful noise. But I let the remaining magic wander through Paris all night before I took it back."

"Yes, all night." She laughed grotesquely, as if she was happy to see what happened, and her maliciousness made her feel very happy. "At that time, there was a gust of wind that swept all the rose petals down the roof behind you. They Blown by this gust of wind, they flew on the streets of Paris all night, and did not return to me until dawn. As for how many people's eyes they have touched, I don't know."

Eric tried to calm himself down.There won't be many people on the streets of Paris at midnight, no.Besides, the rose petals may not be able to brush the eyes just right, otherwise the witch can double-down on taunting him—besides, even if a small number of people are indeed given the eyes of wisdom... as long as he is still handsome in the eyes of most people, that's enough up!He knows better than anyone the blind obedience of fools.As long as others praise him for being handsome, the rest of the people will only think that they are hallucinating, and in order to prove that they are not blind, they will work harder to convince others.

Yes, the King's New Clothes, yes, that's the story!He's not afraid, what he's asking for is a vain face, it doesn't matter if it's true or not—but...but... Eric's heart is trembling.He couldn't help thinking of a figure who must have been on the street at that time.

It was Enid, wearing a gray robe, quietly singing Enid walking.At that time, she had just arrived in Paris, she had no fixed place to live, and she just curled up on the side of the road to take a nap at night.Eric's heart ached violently, and in the hallucination he seemed to see her appearing in front of him again: walking lightly and gracefully, with a melancholy and quiet look, pale cheeks and a smile on his lips.

She walked in the snowy city of Paris, she was as white and beautiful as snow, and as perishable as snow.She stopped suddenly, raised her face, a piece of bright red rose petals kissed her bright blue eyes like the sky, and flew away quietly.

This scene suddenly appeared in front of Eric, and no imagination could be so real.The more Eric thought about it, the more flustered he became, and suddenly he found himself kneeling on the ground.He gasped for breath, sweat ran down his cheeks, but he couldn't speak.

He was afraid, terribly afraid, and what he was most afraid of was that it might be true, and it happened in the past, the truth that he didn't know, and it had been established and could not be rewritten.Eric thought wildly and confusedly, if he had to have a pair of eyes to see his real face, he would rather be his own!Let him see his own ugliness and ugliness in the mirror!Let him be reminded by pain every moment that everything is just a false dream!Why should she see it?Why let her see it!

He was almost convinced of this fact before he even asked the witch, and broke down in tears.

"Don't do this to me, don't do this to me," he murmured.The fact was so ironic and ridiculous that it repeatedly smashed and bonded his self-esteem, like treating a doll.But he had to raise his head, because even if the dream was fake, the pain was unbearable for him.

"Tell me! Tell me!" cried Eric. "Witch, please! I don't beg you to tell me how many people have touched that rose, but please tell me, Enid! Enid she touched Has she ever touched that rose! Has she ever touched that rose!" The voice wept blood.

The witch gritted her teeth and laughed sinisterly.

"Of course she did."

In one sentence, Eric's death sentence was completely announced.

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