[Count of Monte Cristo] Love and hatred

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Mel didn't wake up until she was mercilessly swallowed by the freezing sea water, but it was too late.She opened her eyes wide and desperately paddled her hands and feet in the uncontrolled undercurrent, trying to make a final struggle, but just as she touched the water surface, a monstrous wave drove her into the heart of the sea again.

This is supposed to be the last scene in her upcoming new film, but now it has come true. What an irony for an actor.

The suffocation made Mel gradually lose consciousness. She vaguely saw a flame jumping on the shimmering waves of the sea, like the fallen angel Lucifer, dancing to celebrate the end of her life.

As the light of the fire became more and more blurred, Mel fell into endless darkness...

After an unknown period of time, the fire was rekindled, and the dazzling flame brought her to a warm place, which was in the study of Uncle Elijah's seaside villa.She could hear the roar of the sea clearly, but she couldn't see outside, because the diamond-shaped panes were covered with snow, but the fire burning in the fireplace was enough to drive away the cold.

Her eyes lingered over the row of bookshelves that accompanied her through her childhood, and she was familiar with "Pride and Prejudice", "Sense and Sensibility", "Emma", "Northanger Abbey"... and those books that she had when she was a child I couldn't understand the French novels that I didn't have time to read later, "Three Gunners", "Madame Monsolo", "Queen Margot"...

At this time, the antique photo frame on the bookshelf caught her attention.Mel took a deep breath, as if she had returned to the quiet lakeside in the photo, she saw a crying little girl in the arms of the young parents, it was her when she was a child.The photo was taken by Uncle Ilya. At that time, he made a funny face to make her laugh, but unexpectedly it had the opposite effect.

Mel couldn't help smiling, but her expression soon turned sad again.Returning to this study room again, a strong sense of right and wrong came to her heart.This villa was auctioned off long after my uncle went bankrupt, but what happened to everything that was so familiar in front of me?

She tried to speak, but no sound came out.At this time, the girl in the armchair with her back to her spoke first, "Uncle Ilya, the Florent Academy of Drama has agreed to admit me, and I want to leave for Paris after the graduation ceremony."

That was her voice, only clearer.Mel still remembered how calmly she had said the decision, as if she were talking about something inconsequential.

In other words, how many years ago did she go back?

Realizing this, Mel's tears finally burst.Perhaps a benevolent angel has given her the chance to take one last look at all that is dear to her before she bids farewell to this world.

So she stepped forward curiously, and found that although the younger self had a calm expression, her fingers were unconsciously intertwined, which was a sign of guilt.She knew all this could not be hidden from the eyes of her uncle who was a psychologist.

She turned to Ilya, and the expression on his uncle's face was uncertain in the shadow cast by his peaked cap. "Moore," the strong Russian accent he brought back from studying in the Soviet Union may never be changed for the rest of his life, "Your mother is a producer and your father is an actor. When dresses save money, bring back a trophy from some film festival, but only if they didn't pass away that early. Be realistic, you are talented, you should stay in the United States, you can go to the nearby University of Rhode Island , you can continue to study psychology with me, I can teach you a lot..."

Uncle Elijah was still as mean as ever, and Mel was already used to it.All she wanted at this moment was to hug him and tell him how much she missed him.But she's just a ghost, a ghost, and she can't do anything.

"But what's the use of psychology?" The young girl immediately responded, "When I needed you the most, you threw me into boarding school, even though you cared half as much for me as your patients... "

"I'm sorry," Ilya interrupted roughly, "but you are not my patient."

"You are not my father either!" The girl countered immediately.

No!Mel shook her head in pain. She shouldn't have said that to Ilya. He cared about her a lot, but he just didn't know how to express love.After her uncle went bankrupt, she discovered an antidepressant while packing his stuff.She had brooded over the fact that her uncle had sent her to boarding school, but she didn't know that the death of her parents had never hit him as hard as it had hit her.

But why go back to the present and not earlier?That way, she might be able to see her parents again, seeing their faces that were fading in memory.And she could see Uncle Ilya's smile again, which she hadn't seen since her parents died.

The atmosphere fell into a tense silence again.It seemed like a long time before Ilya spoke again, "Moore, if your father was still alive, he wouldn't want you to follow in his footsteps and become an actor."

"No, he will be proud of me," she stood up at the age of rebellion, "I want to be an actor, this is my choice. Uncle, just watch, one day I will be famous Walk of Fame in Los Angeles, realize his unfinished dream!"

What a naive girl!Mel sighed softly, she still remembered that from then on, she left her hometown, bid farewell to the beautiful Ocean State, and went to the bustling flower capital of Paris alone, trying to prove that her persistence was right.But...

Before Mel had time to think, everything around the fire suddenly became blurred and began to spin rapidly, and she only felt dizzy for a while.When everything around her became clear again, she realized that the light was just from a candle.

In other words, everything just now was just her dream?

But where is this place?Mel supported himself from the bed with his sore arms. This was a strange and dilapidated wooden house, where he could clearly hear the sound of the waves and even smell the salty smell of the sea.

Are you rescued?She vaguely remembered that she had fallen into the sea, but she couldn't remember how she fell into it, as if a part of her memory had been pulled out of thin air.But at least she can be sure that before the accident, she had been staying in the hotel room watching the movie promotional video sent by the director.

In other words, she was murdered in the room. Would the person who murdered her do something to her while she was unconscious?

Mel looked down at the old skirt that obviously didn't belong to him, and frowned.

No, now is not the time to think about these things, no matter what happened, it is the most important thing to figure out the current situation.Mel let go of the tightly clenched skirt, stood up quickly, walked to the door, and tried to push it.

The door is locked.

No matter how she pushed, the door remained motionless, only the howling of the wind outside could be heard.And the only two narrow arched windows couldn't allow her to pass through.

Mel was alert.She wasn't sure if the person who rescued her had something for her, so she didn't dare to call for help rashly, but she had to leave here as soon as possible.

She looked around, trying to find the right tool to pry the door open.

She found a stack of boxes in a dark corner.The top iron box was locked, but had a narrow opening at the top.Mel tried to dump the contents out, and after a few tries, a cold piece rolled into her palm, a coin, like silver.Taking a cursory look, she saw a coat of arms on one side and a portrait on the other. She had never seen such a silver coin.

Putting the iron box aside, Mel turned his attention to the bigger box below.This is a wooden box, but it is obviously much more delicate, not only has it been painted with red lacquer, but even has gold-plated trim and locks.The box was not locked, so Mel opened it easily, and inside was a set of pure white muslin dress, delicate to the touch and smooth in texture.But when she couldn't help taking out the long skirt, the flickering candle cast a long shadow behind the long skirt.It was the shadow of death, a thought flashed through Mel's mind, and she frowned and put the skirt back.

Only the last wooden box that was eaten away by insects remained.The lock of this box has long been rusted, and she was able to break it open with force, but a cloud of dust followed.Mel held her breath and rummaged through the box, but what was inside disappointed her again, a few old fishing nets covered with sea squirts.She reluctantly touched the bottom of the dark box, but there was nothing but dust.

Mel's heart sank until the faint but warm light of the candle caught her eye again.No, you can't just give up like this.Even if she couldn't find a tool to pry open the door, maybe she could find a dagger or something to defend herself.She turned her gaze to the bedside table where the candlestick was, and then walked back into the light.

She walked quickly to the cabinet and opened the leftmost drawer. Inside was a letter stamped with wax seal, and a stack of thick old letter paper was pressed underneath.Mel picked up the letter with some curiosity. The dazzling red seal looked like a drop of blood left on the white letter paper, which made her feel a little strange, so she held back her curiosity and did not open it. it.

Then she opened the middle drawer, which contained a faded jewelry box.The two ends of the lid are decorated with the sun and the moon, and there is a slider in the middle with a small star inlaid on it.She had seen this kind of jewelry box, and pushing the slider to one side would open the upper layer of the jewelry box, and vice versa to open the lower layer.But that's not what she needs.

Mel became more and more anxious, and she opened the last drawer without touching the jewelry box.Damn it!It was full of useless grooming tools.But she still stretched out her hand out of nowhere and picked up the mirror.

"Ah!" With a scream, the mirror suddenly fell from her hand and broke into countless pieces.

It's not her face!

She was stunned for several seconds before realizing what this meant.