[The Phantom of the Opera] Redemption

Wasn't Christina forced to stay with the devil all the time because of you?

Thinking of this, he seemed to feel much better.The surrounding temperature was getting higher and higher, and after reaching an agreement with the demon, he no longer had the strength, and fell on his back in a slightly warmer place beside the tree, unable to get up again.Just let him fall here quietly. Maybe many years later, when they knock down the opera house and rebuild it, they will find this torture chamber underground and find his body, maybe , One day, he can still lie peacefully in his family cemetery, together with their family ancestors, then his life will truly come to a complete and complete end.

The Viscount Shani had collapsed on the ground, and he had no strength to continue. However, the Persians hadn't given up yet. The Viscount's renunciation just eliminated the external influence for him, so he could concentrate on finding the exit.They spent the whole night in the jungle, and all kinds of strange phenomena happened before their eyes, all of which made the hope in their hearts even more elusive.

Especially when they heard the sound of water flowing, it was a torture in this hot environment. Eric just like this bit by bit killed their hope of survival.Oh, the Persians finally understood why the mechanic hanged himself, Eric gave him the choice, he put a tempting bonzabu noose in front of them, like a devil bewitching you, just put your Put on the slender neck sleeve, and your life will be free, and there will be no more pain.

At this moment, he saw it. It was a black-headed needle that he would recognize even if he turned into ashes.The Persians have finally found the spring key! ...the spring key that turns the secret door! ...a spring key that can set them free!He knocked on the nail... Turning his head to look at Viscount Shani ecstatically, the black-headed nail was pushed down by me, and the next thing they opened was not a secret door on the wall, but a mechanism on the floor. .

Below this was a stone staircase, which would lead them to a place of cool air. It was an unusual path, but the Persian decided to jump down anyway, to try anyway.However, the Viscount has been standing at the door, feeling the cool breath, but he didn't move a bit.

He stood there and said painfully: "Oh, let's go, I am very grateful that you brought me here, but come here, Eric will never let me go, I already feel I realized, if I don't die, Christina will never be free, I will trade my freedom for her happiness!"

He seemed to have seen something suddenly, with a look of happiness on his face, "Ah, I see, Christina has no future life for me, she is so happy, she has a husband who loves her, even the family members The elders are so amiable, oh, she has three lovely children, all of whom look like her. She flies so freely, I am satisfied, I have no regrets! Persians, don’t tell her that I am no longer here For the news in this world, just say that I became a deserter at the end and chose to leave her, so that she can live a carefree life!"

It was the first time for a Persian to hear such rambling nonsense. There was only one thought in his mind. He heard that people with unsteady wills are likely to have hallucinations in extremely difficult environments. Has he reached such a serious point? He looked at Raoul, and there was only one thought in his mind, the Viscount must not be allowed to stay in this place any longer!

He decisively dragged him away from there, and the Persian couldn't help being angry and doubtful. Could there really be some devil there? Otherwise, why would the viscount's attitude change so quickly? Only in this way can he Explained, but how could such a thing exist in this world, the viscount must have had too much hallucination, he smiled, and felt that his thoughts were very absurd.

After a long time, he dragged the Viscount to the bottom of the stone steps, and he saw - rows of neat and lovely small wooden barrels!Eric was addicted to alcohol, it must be wine, thinking of this, he felt his throat thirsty even more intensely, he kept the Viscount aside, and rushed to the wooden barrels in three steps at a time. Quickly pry off the bung.

With just one glance, the Persian took a step back in fright. He decisively threw away the lantern in his hand. It fell to pieces in the distance and then went out.This bucket actually contained gunpowder!

He couldn't help thinking that Eric had threatened to destroy the entire city in front of him, which turned out to be true!He had already lost his humanity, lived alone, lived like a beast in a dark underground cave, and made up his mind that as long as someone broke into the fortress he used to hide his ugliness, he would die with the city.

He began to be deeply afraid that that poor girl really couldn't get out, she was destined to choose to stay in this underground fortress forever, and die with a monster.The gunpowder here is enough to blow up a quarter of Paris, and use a quarter of Paris as their new wedding gift. This is probably the most expensive gift ever.

Although I feel sorry for the poor and lovely Christina Daae, but he can't let Paris fall into such a hopeless abyss, besides, it's like the Viscount is willing to give up his life for Daae, since Miss Daae There is no hope of going out, and deep in her heart she must long for the Viscount to have a good home.

Thinking of this, the Persian got up from the ground and gave the viscount two slaps. Raoul woke up a little bit, and he was still a bit confused when he saw the dark, hole, hole around him: "Could it be that here is Is hell, is this what I see when I die, just endless darkness, oh my god!"

"No, Viscount, you're not dead yet, but we're almost there." The Persians couldn't help their anger. In a dangerous environment, few people could restrain their emotions.

The author has something to say: This is the description in the original book about the torture chamber from the perspective of a Persian. If the author is lazy, I will not write this part and post it in the original book.

His despair deepened, and he forgot that he was surrounded by six mirrors.And I, I had to go back to work...I knocked and tapped...At last, I too felt the heat...Because I found nothing...I found nothing...The next room was still silent.We are really lost in this tropical jungle...no way out...no direction, nothing!oh!I know what will be waiting for us if no one comes to the rescue, or if I fail to find the position of the spring key... However, although I have exhausted my energy, there are only infinitely extending branches and leaves above my head Intersecting into wonderful arcs, however, they do not provide the slightest shade.It made sense, though, since this is a jungle on the equator, with the scorching sun shining vertically overhead.

The viscount and I took off our clothes and put them on again, and we went back and forth several times.One moment I feel that wearing clothes is hotter, the next I feel that they can at least protect the body from the heat.

I can barely contain myself, but the Viscount seems to have completely broken down.He felt that he had been walking in the jungle for three days and three nights, constantly looking for Christina.Sometimes he thought he saw the girl hiding behind a tree, or in a bush, screaming.Even I couldn't help but burst into tears when I heard the sobbing call.

"Christina! Christina! Why are you running away from me? Don't you love me anymore? Have you forgotten that we were engaged? Christina, stop and look at me! Look at me, exhausted! Christina! Pity me! I'm dying, and I'm leaving you forever..."

"Oh! I'm thirsty!" Finally, he moaned in pain.I was also so thirsty that my throat was smoking and my mouth was dry.

I still did not stop my search, but, as night fell, the jungle became more eerie.In an instant, the night has shrouded us all around, coming so quickly, just like in the equatorial country, there is no time for twilight at all.

It is very dangerous to spend the night in the tropical jungle, not to mention that we don't have the tools to ignite the fire, so we can't use fire to drive away the beasts.At one point I gave up looking and tried to pluck a twig and light it with the fire in my lantern, only to slam my head against the mirror.Only then did I realize that I, like the viscount, had forgotten that this was an illusory jungle.

However, the heat did not abate as the day wore on.On the contrary, under the blue moonlight, we feel more stuffy.I asked the viscount to get into shooting position, not to leave the corner of the wall where we were, while I continued to search for the spring key.

Suddenly, from a few steps away, there was a roar of a lion, which almost burst our eardrums.

"Oh!" said the vicomte softly, "it's not far away! . . . don't you see it! . . . there . . . in the bushes! If it barks again, I'll shoot! . . . "

This time the lion's roar was nearer, and the Viscount fired a shot.But I don't think he can really shoot the lion, and when the next day dawns, we will find that there is only one more bullet hole in the mirror.

This night, we should have traveled a long way, because in just a blink of an eye, I found that we had come to the edge of the desert, and there were endless sand dunes in front of us.Knowing this, why bother getting out of the jungle?Haven't we come to the desert now?This is really a sleepless battle!My search was still in vain, and I lay dejected beside the viscount.I told him that I was very surprised that I didn't meet any other beasts that night.Usually, after the lions, there are leopards and sometimes the buzzing of poisonous ants.

Actually, these are just simple sound effects, I explained to the Viscount.Before we entered the desert, while we were lying down to rest, Eric took out a long drum and imitated the sound of a lion.The drum is covered with donkey skin, and a rope made of intestinal skin runs through it.He only needs to put on gloves coated with rosin oil and rub the rope gently, and he can imitate the roar of lions, roars of leopards and buzzing of mosquitoes as he wants.

At this time, Eric should be in the next room, I deduced so.Suddenly, I thought of a solution, that is to talk to him.At this point in the matter, it is no longer possible to catch him off guard, and he can only let him know that the people locked in the "torture chamber" want to see him.

I shouted his name loudly: "Eric! Eric!  …"

I yelled at the top of my lungs, hoping my voice would make it through the desert.However, there was no echo, and there was still a dead desert around us.What kind of arrangement has our destiny made?We seem to have felt the breath of death, that is hunger, that is thirst...

Suddenly, I saw the Viscount struggling to his feet and pointing his finger at a small dot on the horizon.ah!He found an oasis in the desert!Yes, on the distant horizon, a piece of water is as crystal clear as glass, and inside is the reflection of the iron tree!ah!That's... that's a mirage... Although, I immediately realized that it doesn't exist, but the most frightening thing is that no one can resist its temptation... No one!I tried my best to stay calm and control my desire for water.I know that endless desire can only send myself to the gallows of the iron tree.I shouted at the Viscount:

"This is an illusion!...This is an illusion!...There is no water at all!...It's just a reflection from the mirror!..." However, he ignored me at all, cursing fiercely at the mirror I claimed , spring keys, revolving doors, and mazes... He was very angry and concluded that I was either crazy or blind. Otherwise, how could I take the trickle as an illusion?This desert is real!Forests also exist!He has traveled the world and has a lot of travel experience, he is not so gullible!

He dragged his weary steps and kept chanting: "Water! Water'..." His mouth was wide open, as if he was drinking water...I also opened my mouth involuntarily...

At this time, the water not only reflected in our eyes, but also passed into our ears!We hear the sound of it flowing... chug chug dong...

Can you understand the true meaning of the word Gudong?This is a word that must be understood with the tongue! ... Only by stretching your tongue and head long can you taste its beauty!

The most unbearable torture is finally here!We clearly heard the rain rustling down, but we couldn't see the raindrops!What a vicious trick this is!I know how Eric makes falsetto.In a long and thin pot, he installed wooden and iron valves at intervals, and then poured fine stones into it.When these fine stones fall, they hit the valve orifice, rebound and collide with each other, making intermittent sounds, which can be mistaken for the sound of pattering rain in secluded places.However, neither the Viscount nor I could control ourselves. We stretched out our tongues and walked step by step towards the source of the gudong flowing water.We walked up to the mirror, and the Viscount greedily licked the mirror with his tongue, and I did the same.

The mirror is hot!

We slumped to the ground tired and hopeless.The Viscount raised the pistol with the last bullet left, aiming it at his temple.And I, staring at the bonzabu noose on the ground.

Now, I finally understand why the iron tree reappeared in the third act when the phantom came on stage!It's waiting for us!

However, just as I was desperately poking my head towards the bonzabu noose, I suddenly saw something that took me by surprise.I trembled so violently that even the viscount couldn't help but stop his suicide.Just now, he had read softly: "Farewell, Christina!"

I am so happy, I found out early this morning that a chapter of the previous article has been locked. It is simply unscientific for a clear-eyed person like me.

☆, scary grin

The Persian grabbed the viscount and dragged him to the wine barrel, "Viscount, open your eyes and take a good look, your sacrifice is meaningless, your girl is destined to spend the rest of her life with this devil, who died in Paris. There are so many explosives buried in the ground, even if it is for the lives of those people, she will definitely give in, she is a kind woman, isn't she?"

Raoul wailed and almost collapsed on the ground. He understood that the devil, from the very beginning, he played with them. Desperation, what a terrible heart, what a terrible thought, no wonder they kept telling themselves never to believe the language of the devil.

At least the viscount recovered a bit of energy, he no longer stuck his body firmly to the floor, he stood up with support, and hoarsely roared: "No, I want to go back, I want to go back and listen to her Voice, listen to her choice, even if it is the last moment, I will be by her side!"

At this time, there seemed to be a clicking sound coming from the side. Is that the sound of the mechanism turning? Is it going to explode? Is it just like this? But, after a while, there is still no movement.However, those whistling voices are completely unwilling to let us go, any voice may be the prelude to our death!

The Viscount and I yelled frantically, unable to hide our fear any longer, and we staggered up the stairs.But perhaps the raised floor above us was closed, and there was no light around us, and we were groping in the dark.ah!Escape from the dark!Escape from the dark!We would rather go back to the torture chamber to endure the torture, but we need light!

We finally climbed the stone stairs...the trap didn't close.However, the torture chamber at this moment has become as dark as the cellar.We stepped on the floor of the torture chamber again, temporarily separated from the explosives.

What time is it now?We shouted and called... the viscount shouted Christina's name hysterically, and I kept calling Eric's name, anyway, I saved his life!However, there was no echo... We heard no other voices except our own desperate screams...

Time passed painfully by in this hellish place like this!Every minute and every second before death is extremely difficult. Eric is indeed a terrible man. As long as we don’t need the heat or explosives for a while, we will be overwhelmed by the fear in our hearts. .Fall, frightened to death.What they thought at this time was that they had seen in the newspapers the tragic death of those who were frightened to death. Do we have to do the same?

At this time, there was finally a sound, and the sound of opening the door and a rush of footsteps came from my ears.Someone is knocking on our walls.ah!It was Christina's voice: "Raoul! Raoul!"

ah!The Persian and the viscount cried out in unison.Christina was sobbing on the other side, she had no idea whether she could meet the Viscount again in this life!Eric has completely lost his mind, and he has been babbling almost all the time while waiting for her answer.

"Now is the eleven o'clock when life and death are decided!" It was a voice full of pain and despair. Christina was trembling all the time, and she couldn't help crying to us.

[1] "He's absolutely horrible! He's completely insane! He takes off his mask, his eyes are glowing with golden fire. He's like a drunk, laughing at me and saying, 'I'll give you 5 more minutes Time! I know you're a shy girl! I don't want you to blush like those timid fiancées when you promise to marry me. That's so boring! Who doesn't know what they're thinking!"

He put his hand into the life-and-death bag, and said to me: 'This is the little brass key, which is used to open those little ebony boxes in Louis Philippe rooms.In one of the boxes, you will see a scorpion, and in another box there is a zinc manganese. They are all Japanese-style bronze animals, and they represent "agree" and "disagree" respectively.That is, you just turn the scorpion to the other side, and when I walked into the Louis Philippe-esque room, which was our new house, it meant to me that you agreed!If you turn ZM, you disagree!As I walked through the Louis Philippe room it became our grave! ...

Then he laughed like a devil again.As for me, I can only kneel at his feet and beg him hard, as long as he is willing to give me the key to the "torture chamber", I am willing to be his wife forever.But he told me that the key was useless, and that he was going to throw it into the bottom of the lake!He left me laughing and said he would come back in 5 minutes and being a gentleman he knows how to respect a lady.

ah!correct!He also yelled at me: "That grasshopper! Beware of that manganese! It can not only turn, but also jump! Its movements are beautiful!"[1]

This poor girl is really going crazy from fright, how could she endure such torture!At this time, there was a footstep, and it must be Eric. He walked towards them step by step, and said in a calm, indifferent and tired tone: "I really didn't expect that our two guests are still there." It's a miracle that you didn't die in it. If you don't want to die, then shut up, especially you - Daloga!"

The Persian could only stand aside and wait quietly for the development of the matter. He knew Eric, and he had obviously reached the brink of eruption at this time. Any bit of anger might make him act irrationally. With this key, you can open these wooden boxes.He is an expert in mechanisms. He can open any box he wants to do as he wants. Their lives are all in his hands. What a great right!

Eric continued to speak in a calm tone: "If after 2 minutes, miss, you haven't turned the scorpion...my watch has never made a mistake. Then it will be my turn to turn the grasshopper!" Afterwards, there was a deathly silence, and the only thing they could do in the torture chamber was to pray. Raoul couldn't help thinking, if the demon who just spoke in his ear was really If it exists, if they can really make a deal, maybe this is a better result.

Time is up.

It was still silent, and Christina's flustered voice sounded: "Eric, I turned, I turned the scorpion." Terrible waiting, they waited for the explosion, the earth-shattering sound, but they still waited. , That is the sound of surging water!

water!water!water!What cool water, they flowed over the dreaded explosive barrels, they came to the ankles, they flowed over the stone steps, they came to the torture chamber, they rose with the current, the Viscount and the Persians opened. Mouth, swallowing big mouthfuls, no longer thinking about where the water came from, whether it was clean, these are life!

The water was still rising, and within a short time, it had already filled one-third of the torture chamber. The Viscount was yelling desperately: "Christina, hurry up, turn the scorpion back, the water has been rising!"

Eric's voice followed, and Christina screamed in his hands, "Enjoy yourself, this is the last penal code I give you, since there are no Parisians to bless our wedding, your beloved Men can overcome these people too, my girl, please watch carefully, listen carefully, come, say goodbye to your lover, and then sleep in my arms forever, the time is coming!"

The only thing they could hear clearly was Eric's crazy and arrogant laugh. He won. From the beginning to the end, they have been like two poor mice, driven by the rat catcher. How foolish and helpless they are to follow the path he has predetermined for them.

However, Raoul still doesn't regret it. If Christina is left here alone, he will regret it for the rest of his life, but, my love, I can no longer see your smiling face, and I can no longer guard by your side.

At this moment, they heard the sound of banging on the door, and then, the sound of heavy things falling to the ground, and a man roared angrily: "Who actually appeared here and moved my switch, what's wrong with you?" what is going on!"

Then, they heard the clear sound of fists hitting flesh, which was very painful. Mitchell looked clear, "Look, you should have believed what I said a long time ago, there is a ' Ghost, it turns out that he wants to do a lot more than we thought."

The nagging voice continued, but there was new hope in Raoul and the Persian that someone was coming to save them!They leaned against the mirror vigorously, and their voices became clearer, "I smelled something wrong from the medicine you took, and I felt that something was weird. See, I got you in to compose music, some The thing couldn't help but jumped out, I should be glad that you still have a chance to survive here, otherwise, we would all have been bombed to the sky now."

Christina still didn't quite understand the current situation, but this didn't prevent her from shouting: "The water in the torture chamber is still rising, and Raoul and the Persians are still inside!"

Raoul only felt his head hit the mirror above his head heavily, and then he didn't know anything.

☆, Strange unfolding

When he woke up, he found that the surroundings were still dark. He could smell a faint fragrance from the tip of his nose. It was very comfortable. There was a soft blanket under his body. He glanced around and saw that the Persian was sleeping on the bed away from him. On the bed not far from him, his body seemed to be tightly wrapped with gauze.

Raoul moved his body, but he was a little tired. After all, they had paddled in the water for so long, and they had stayed up all night in the torture chamber before.He struggled to sit up, and the scene in the room became clearer.This is a very ordinary room, with only two beds, a table, and a chandelier hanging from the low ceiling.

At this time, the door opened, and he heard Christina's voice. She asked very worriedly: "When will Raoul wake up? It's already 8 o'clock in the evening. He's going to sleep for a day and a night." Now, if he... oh, fortunately, there are Persians protecting him, otherwise, what will happen to him now, how do you want me to live alone. "

Then, there was a man's gentle voice, "Don't worry, there is no obvious trauma on his body, and the Persians have cushioned him. He was unconscious because he was too tired before. His body protection system automatically I chose to sleep to quickly recover his body functions, I promise, when he wakes up, he will have a good meal, and by tomorrow morning, he will be alive and kicking again."

When the light came on, Mitchell Bartlet walked in with Christina half in his arms. He was still holding a basket in his hand, which exuded a strong aroma of food. Raoul immediately jumped up from the bed. He had no choice but to Don't be careful, this doctor's skills are really superb, and there is no lady who doesn't like him.

Seeing Raoul's vigilant eyes, Mitchell just smiled. He walked aside automatically and began to help the Persian change his dressing. It hit a sharp branch and scratched a deep bone wound. As for other large and small bruises, scratches can be ignored.

As soon as Mitchell entered the door, he found that the two injured patients were already awake. Seeing that the Persian was still not awake, he calmly poured anti-inflammatory drugs on his wound, and then, With a firm press, the gauze was instantly tied tightly. "Ah!" The Persian jumped up from the bed immediately, the medicine started to take effect, the effect of adrenaline had faded, and Mitchell pressed the part closest to the nerve again. It is conceivable that this How intense the pain is.

To make matters worse, Mitchell had bandaged the wound so quickly that he couldn't even press it a little, which only led to more lasting pain.Mitchell mercilessly stuffed the medicine into the hands of the Persians, "Apply the medicine yourself, I think you are recovering well, there must be no problem, I have already solved the most difficult wound for you, no? ?"

He smiled and was handsome, but the Persian read a hint of threat from it. He immediately lowered his head and treated his wound honestly. Although he plotted against himself once before, his medicine is indeed very effective. As a result, after a while, his pain subsided a lot, and his wound had begun to tighten and heal.

Christina threw herself into Raoul's arms and refused to let go for a long time, "Raoul, my Raoul, I am relieved to see that you are still so healthy, Raoul, how can you do that?" What about such a dangerous thing, if... If last night, their movements were a little later, you would never be able to wake up again, do you know, how do you tell me to live in this world..."

"Christina, if you have been staying in this dark place with a zombie, my heart will be dead, no, it might as well go with you in the first place." Raoul was full of heart. Excited, he pulled his beloved, there were endless words of love in his mouth, and he looked at her eyebrows, as if this was the whole life, he made a decision in his heart, he would never let go of Christina's hand , no matter how his elder brother obstructed him, how threatened Eric was.If he wants to do that, let him take our lives away!

The time sitting next to the lover is the most difficult. Even if Mitchell wants to keep this hard-won lover tender for a while, at this time, he has to be a villain.He coughed twice, and said solemnly: "Viscount Shani hasn't eaten for almost two days, Christina, you should let him eat something first. Also, I know you all have a lot of doubts in your heart, After you finish eating, I will carefully answer your questions, and one more thing, Viscount, I have already informed Earl Shani that you will return to the Earl's Mansion by noon tomorrow at the latest."

After he finished speaking, he got up and went out immediately. The three people present had many problems in their hearts, but now, they had to pick up the tableware to fill their stomachs first. They were indeed hungry.If it wasn't for the excessive sleepiness, they would have stuffed anything into their mouths regardless.

They have been hungry for too long, and Mitchell only prepared a small amount of digestible food for them. For those who have been hungry for too long, sometimes food is a deadly poison.Be careful, there may be the most vicious beast hidden under the seemingly sweet love.

Mitchell has always been very accurate in timing. When they put down the tableware and began to communicate with Christina about what happened that night, Mitchell had already opened the door and walked in. He clapped his hands briskly, and his butler Appearing behind him dutifully, he held up a torch to light the way for them, "Come on, guests, let's go to a good place, where we can sit comfortably, even if there are some pit bosses conversations will also become interesting."

Then, they set foot on a road they had never walked before. The lantern could only illuminate two or three steps in front of them. They could only watch Mitchell's footsteps moving forward. It is impossible to remember the path without walking a few times when the lights are bright, not to mention that their footsteps are so fast in such a dark situation.

After going around for about 10 minutes, Mitchell finally stopped. He knocked on a wall, the door opened, and the dazzling light shone on their eyes. Raoul couldn't help blocking it with his hand. After a while, as soon as they entered, the door closed, and there was no trace of the door's existence anymore.

The furnishings in the room are extremely comfortable, and high-end leather sofas can be seen everywhere. Mitchell nestled himself into a brown sofa and beckoned them to find a place to sit down.At this time, the figure who had been shrouded in darkness sitting in front of the piano came out.Christina couldn't help taking a step back, Raoul was also taken aback, but the Persian felt a stone in his heart fell to the ground.He turned out to be—Eric!

Raoul waved his fist angrily, and he felt himself growling, "Mitchell Bartlet, are you with this devil? If you want to torture me, just come on, let it go!" Live this poor girl, haven't you done enough for her?"

Mitchell leisurely played with the apple in his hand, and explained in a calm manner: "Viscount Shani, you must give me a chance to speak first. After all, we were the ones who saved you from torture before." It was rescued in the room, as long as we let it go, no, even, we just need to slow down a little bit, now, your brother is already holding your body and crying, I'm talking about the truth, isn't it? I am I wanted to have a good talk with you, so I brought you to this room that no one else has ever entered or left. Now, please put your body firmly on the sofa, is that okay?"

He spoke politely, but his manner was blatantly threatening, but... Raoul could only sit on the sofa with Christina and see what he could say.

Erik sat furthest from them wearing a mask, sarcastically, "Oh, omnipotent, noble