Master White Cat is very arrogant

"Ahhh! It's scary!" Diana was trembling with fright.

"Don't come out casually at night. If you see something you shouldn't see, you can only consider yourself unlucky." After Al finished speaking, he turned and left.

Diana patted her chest and forced herself to calm down. She turned her head to look at Kong Chantian, "Chan, can you do it alone?"

"Yes." Kong Chantian nodded and said goodbye to Diana.

……

……

A few scattered stars were scattered in the distant sky, and the silver moon was shrouded in dark clouds, which pressed down on the ground and on people's hearts, making them feel dizzy.

Warm yellow lighting illuminates the Western-style room, and the bright interior contrasts sharply with the darkness outside.

"Does this picture hold any clues?!"

Kong Chantian put on his pajamas and fell down on the big soft bed. He was holding old photos in both hands, and under the light, he couldn't help looking at them.

"...the phantom of the Operasthere [The Phantom of the Opera is there]

inside my mind

【in my heart】

Singonceagainwithme【Please sing with me again】

our strange duet ... [singing our extraordinary duet]"

In the silence, a clear singing voice of a woman, like the chirping of orioles in the valley, is melodious and intoxicating.The ending sound twists and turns, whimpering, as if talking about something.

Kong Chantian held his breath and listened, curious in his heart, where did the singing sound come from?

Outside the house, Yuehua broke free from the encirclement of the dark clouds, and shot obliquely on the ground, drawing a clear and white disk, and the light continued to expand and expand!Finally enveloped the entire Paris Opera House!

"bump!"

A violent sound pierced the silence of the night, resonating with the singing female voice.

Kong Chantian frowned, feeling restless in his heart—this voice was unusual!

Before Kong Chantian could make a move, the old photo in his hand actually ignited out of thin air.

"what happened?"

Kong Chantian threw the photo on the floor, the old photo continued to burn, and the fire light illuminated Kong Chantian's face.

A gust of evil wind blew in outside the house, and Kong Chantian was directly thrown against the wall. The wind roared in and took away the burning old photos, which also turned into thousands of sparks in the air.

The evil wind still refused to stop, a strong wave came, and the white cloth covering the mirror was blown up, and Kong Chantian's figure was reflected in the mirror.

Kong Chantian suddenly felt that someone was watching him. He turned his head and saw not only his figure reflected in the mirror, but also a man wearing a "silver mask". He had short white hair and a pair of gray and blue eyes. Green pupils, sword eyebrows and star eyes, her face is like an angel, extremely handsome.But Kong Chantian knew that the face under the mask must be the incarnation of a devil.

Because...he is a Phantom!

Apart from sighing, Kong Chantian also had a doubt in his heart, why this phantom looks like Q in "The Plague". M.Anos is so similar...

Before Kong Chantian could think of the end, his whole body began to become transparent.Kong Chantian wanted to escape from this place, but his legs seemed to be filled with lead, let alone moving, it was difficult to even lift them up.

Kong Chantian's whole body turned into golden particles from bottom to top, "Ahhh!"

"Come on, my music angel!" The person in the mirror showed a charming smile, and he opened his arms to welcome the visitor.

The golden particles gathered into strands and rushed into the mirror, the candles in the house were extinguished, and the melodious voice of the woman outside was still singing at night.

……

Dream in dream

……

Kong Chantian opened his eyes and looked around, "Where is this place?!"

Neatly trimmed flowers, flat and open trails, birds and flowers everywhere, fresh and natural.

The romantic and solemn temperament, the high foyer and the grand gate, the circular arched windows and the stone masonry at the corners are full of grace and luxury.Fresh and unconventional, the white plaster walls combined with light red roof tiles, continuous arches and corridors, and the living room with tall and large windows make people feel refreshed, elegant, exquisite and comfortable.

"Is this the back garden of the Paris Opera House?" Kong Chantian had an impression of this place, after all, he only walked through it once in the afternoon.But that path was dilapidated, decayed and overgrown with weeds. It was not as clean and hygienic as this one. It seemed that someone cleaned it specially.

"Where is this place?" Kong Chantian was confused.This seems to be the back garden of the Paris Opera House, but it doesn't look like it, and the details don't match.

Kong Chantian looked down at his clothes, he seemed to be a little taller than before, probably in his twenties, his clothes were typical medieval aristocratic clothes, and he was still in the Middle Ages.

"Haven't I woke up yet? Is this a dream within a dream?!" Kong Chantian muttered, "This time the dream is a bit long."

Kong Chantian walked and wandered around, hoping to find a living person.

"Prince Tamino of Egypt was chased by a giant snake and rescued by the maid of the Queen of the Night. The Queen of the Night showed the portrait of her daughter Pamina to the prince. The prince fell in love at first sight, and the flame of love ignited in his heart..."

A naive middle-aged man was pacing in the garden with a book, muttering something incessantly.

"The Queen of the Night told the prince that her daughter was taken away by the villain Sarastro, and hoped that the prince would save her, and promised that as long as the prince rescued Pamina, she would marry her daughter to him."

The middle-aged man put down the book in his hand, and carefully looked at Kong Chantian who was walking in front of him, "How do you know the story behind?!" He stroked his mustache, his eyes were a little serious.

"If I'm not mistaken, you should be talking about Mozart's "Magic Flute"?" Kong Chantian said with a smile.

"If I remember correctly, Mozart promised me that he would not spread this story?!" Mustache stood up so angry.

"It's my honor to have a glimpse, it's none of Mozart's business." Kong Chan finished his sentence and looked at the shotgun on the table. Could it be...?

"These are the two shotguns I bought from the merchant. If you want them, go to him and buy them yourself!" Mustache hugged his treasures in a hurry to prevent others from snatching them.

Kong Chantian's eyes flashed, and he immediately connected the clean and tidy paths, well-manicured flower gardens, and graceful arched buildings, "This is the Paris Opera House? The Paris Opera House 30 years ago, you are the Paris Opera House." Dean?!"

"What is the Paris Opera House 30 years ago? Did you say that? Ah yes, I am the current director of the Paris Opera House. My name is Garcia Adaniel Greenbancroft. You can call me Dean Jiaxi!" Mustache said proudly.

"Oh! Dean Jiaxi, forgive me for my poor eyesight, I can't recognize your stalwart appearance."

"Hmph, you can talk!" Jiaxi said proudly with her hips akimbo, like a mischievous little old man.