[Zhongyingmei] Candy for you, life to me

Angie ran.

She picked up the corner of her skirt, squeezed through the crowd, and ran towards the lower floor of the Paris Opera House, crossing the long corridors and jumping down the high steps.The further down you go, the fewer people there are.

If people who want to know her will be shocked when they see her unladylike behavior——An Qi is always weak in writing and writing, except for showing the dexterity and strength that belong to an actor on the stage, in daily life It's quiet and well-behaved, where would it be like now, panting, regardless, like a crazy girl.

But An Qi didn't care so much at all.

She went to the mirror again.

"Eric!"

It's just that after tonight, An Qi no longer has to wait for his arrival in silence.

A clear call echoed in the dead corridor.

An Qi's eyes were full of tears, she covered her mouth, her chest heaved violently, the excitement was visible to the naked eye.Her voice was quickly answered, and the mirror in front of An Qi slowly moved away, revealing an extremely dark passage.

The voice of the theater ghost came from the depths, as if from hell.

"Come in, my angel."

She took a step without hesitation.

Stepping into the dark passage behind the mirror, the overwhelming darkness swept in. An Qi's eyes could hardly see anything, but she could feel and hear it. With instinct and intuition, she flew towards the sound of footsteps not far away. run away.

Angie hugged him tightly from behind.

A familiar breath came over her face, and An Qi buried her cheeks in Eric's cloak contentedly.

In the beginning, Eric didn't like physical contact with Angie very much.When the young and innocent girl grabbed the theater ghost's cape and hugged his thigh for the first time, Eric's first reaction was to avoid it mercilessly.But who can refuse a child with an angelic face, staring green eyes, and a pitiful expression?

From resisting and avoiding, to getting used to it, even in the days when she no longer expresses it, this has become the most direct way for Angie to convey her feelings to Eric.

"I did it, Eric!" she said, her voice filled with anticipation and joy, "Did you see, I did it!"

Her response was Eric's almost helpless sigh.

Of course, An Qi will not miss the satisfaction.

The ghost of the theater turned around. Only then did An Qi slowly adapt to the darkness in the tunnel. She could faintly see the mask on Eric's face. The tall man gently and unquestionably grasped Touched her wrist: "Come with me."

Eric took her back to his residence.

Along the way, An Qi was excited like a child, chattering non-stop, as if she wanted to make up for everything she hadn't said in the past ten years.Even Eric seldom spoke to him, and just listening quietly could not stop Angie's enthusiasm. Her eyes never left him, and there was a dazzling light in her green eyes.

"Okay, Angie."

Eric didn't speak until they were inside.He lightly pressed his fingers on Angie's lips: "Your singing is exquisite, my angel. All the performances tonight are dimmed before your singing."

Angie's eyes widened.

Her cheeks were covered with a layer of blush at a speed visible to the naked eye. The chattering girl finally calmed down, and the meekness of the past returned to her eyes.

"I'm going to be so nervous before going on stage, Eric," she said sincerely, "I'm afraid I'll screw everything up, I'm afraid I haven't practiced enough over the years, I'm afraid you won't be satisfied with my performance."

"I never questioned your talent."

"Therefore."

Eric was a good teacher, he was strict, but he never lost his temper with Angie.With so much hope pinned on her, An Qi didn't want to let him down.

Fortunately she didn't either.

"I am so happy."

Looking at his masked face, An Qi couldn't help sobbing.

On the stage she held back her tears, and in front of the royal family of Bohemia she had a certain degree of advance and retreat.Everyone thought that An Qi's performance was to prove herself, and she appeared on stage with more than ten years of preparation and determination.When she left the stage, the two managers even praised An Qi face to face, saying, "A girl with such a natural voice won't be shaken by the mundane world."

But in fact, An Qi was very excited, but not everyone was qualified to see her emotions clearly.

"You are so selfless." She wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and walked forward, her eyes full of longing, "Save me from the quagmire, protect me under your wings, teach me, train me, I don't know how to repay you but my love, Eric."

Her confession from the depths of her soul brought Eric's lips together suddenly.

Dangerous emotions appeared in the eyes behind the mask, and Eric held Angie's face in his hands: "This is just the beginning for you, Angie."

"That's right—"

"—you'll leave the opera for your plans, and leave me!"

"No, Eric!"

Almost without hesitation, An Qi stood on tiptoe.

She wrapped her arms around the ghost's neck, closing the distance between the two, and An Qi kissed him gently on the corner of his mouth, cautiously and piously.Then, as if that wasn't enough, after a little distance, her lips fell again, blocking Eric's next words.

Facing Eric, who is in a dead end, nothing is more powerful than proving himself with actions.

"I don't know how to make you trust me completely." After the kiss was over, An Qi stared into the eyes close at hand and said, "The only thing I can give you is my heart, Eric."

As she spoke, she took his hand, led him, and solemnly pressed her broad palm on her heart.

"I'll leave for my plans, but the birds that leave the nest always come back at night. Give me a while, my angel of music. Not long, when I'm done with my nightmares, I'll be back Come here, return to your wooden coffin, and be with you forever."

Angie wondered if Eric could take her word for it; her benefactor was paranoid and irritable, impatient and unwilling to trust matters involving foreign objects.

She is not afraid that he will detain her, what she is afraid of is that he will lose control.

Eric was on her list.

But he has never killed innocent lives because of his own sins. As long as he doesn't do it, An Qi has no reason to hurt him.

"I beg you, Eric." Angie said with a cry and a smile, "Trust me, okay?"

When she asked this sentence, she had no idea how he would respond.

half an hour later

"what's the situation?"

In the middle of the night, the hurried carriage stopped suddenly, James Moriarty adjusted the mirror frame, and the well-dressed university professor poked his head out of the carriage and asked.

"There's something up ahead, sir."

replied the coachman, sounding rather perplexed, too.

"There are a few policemen in front," he explained, "and quite a few people are watching."

Angie, who was sitting opposite Professor Moriarty, raised her eyes in surprise.

Smart people don't need too much verbal communication, a short glance is enough for both sides to understand each other's doubts: it's late at night, even the theater is closed, and it's time to go home and rest.Whether it is strikes, riots, or disputes between neighbors, it will not happen at this time.

"Is there an accident?" An Qi raised her voice and asked.

"It's not like, Miss Angie." The coachman replied, "They all gathered in the alley and looked around."

"Let's get out of the car." Angie suggested, "My apartment is right in front, just walk over."

In fact, they were two streets away from Angie's apartment, and any other young actor would have complained to nosy passers-by and asked the coachman to detour.But Angie grew up from the orphanage until she was eight years old. The body in Paris is far more resilient than the "Angie Lecter" who was carefully cared for in Washington.

Professor Moriarty hooked the corner of his mouth, as if he had already guessed Angie's intention.

"Let's go." The professor from England said gently, "There's nothing wrong with taking a walk in the early morning."

The psychedelic beauty of Paris at night. , although An Qi in her previous life was French, she had never been to Paris, so she couldn't compare it with what happened 200 years later.She held the professor's hand, stepped out of the carriage, and immediately saw the crowd blocking the vehicle from moving forward.

Most of them were housewives living nearby. Several women surrounded by the alley covered their mouths with horror on their faces.

At this moment, what happened in the alley, what else could it be.

"Go and see." Angie said.

In exchange for this, the professor looked almost teasing, and he slightly hooked the corners of his mouth: "I don't remember you being a troublesome person, An Qi."

But your expression, which seems to have guessed the ins and outs, doesn't look like you will block it.An Qi glanced at him and also smiled.

They came behind the crowd.

Angie's beautiful clothes immediately attracted the attention of many people. Professor Moriarty was very gentlemanly for her to block the contact of others with his arm. Taking this opportunity, she stood on tiptoe.

By this time the police had just come out of the alley.

Two youths in uniform came out with a dead body.Bare|naked arms and shoulders were exposed from the brown matting.The police carried the body through the crowd, and many people sighed in fear.

It was a woman, her clothes were removed, and Angie saw her hair all shaved from the edge of the flipped mat.

"It's Lucy from Mrs. Dumars' house. I saw it. It's true!"

"Mrs. Dumas just complained that Lucy didn't come home. Unexpectedly, she was only three steps away from the door... God."

Angie turned her head just in time to meet James Moriarty's gaze.

His eyes are hidden behind the lenses, and the thick glass seems to block all the professor's true emotions.He frowned slightly, with a serious face, but when he touched An Qi's eyes, he still gave her a considerate and worried smile: "This place is not suitable for you to stay for a long time, An Qi."

As if she really was a young girl who would be terrified by dead bodies.

However, An Qi didn't want to stay here any longer.

Naked|naked, hair cut off, such a familiar method of committing a crime, if it wasn’t the “ballet killer” that scared the girls in the theater, who else would it be?

only……

"Everyone who lives in this neighborhood is middle class."

Walk through the crowd towards Angie's apartment.An Qi held the corner of her skirt, obediently took Professor Moriarty's arm, and said softly: "It's unlikely that I will send my daughter to work in the opera house, and I have never heard of a woman named Lu Western ballerina."

"What do you want to explain, Angie?"

"His goals are no longer tied to one identity."

The professor bowed his head slightly.

James Moriarty also wears a beautiful human skin mask.The difference is that gentleness and wisdom are written on his human skin.Just like now, when An Qi directly pointed out the identity of the murderer, traces of thought appeared on the professor's face - there was no false worry or intentional exclamation, only pure rational emotions flashed by.

Then he shook his head: "No, I don't think so."

He stopped.

The hazy moonlight was cold and gentle, elongating the shadows of the two people standing still.There were not many people on the quiet street, and it was almost empty after being away from the crime scene, giving them enough opportunities to talk.

"I think," the professor raised his hand and lightly touched Angie's chin with his fingertips, but he left without staying for a long time, "his goal has only been one from beginning to end. All attempts are trying to achieve The target is approaching."

"what do you think--"

"—poor Lucy, God bless her. Perhaps she is not a dancer, but perhaps she has prettier red hair and green eyes than any of the previous victims. Of course it is more likely that Her smell made the murderer feel more familiar."

The extremely dangerous hypothesis was slowly revealed, the professor still spoke at a leisurely pace, and his eyes behind the glasses kept falling into An Qi's.

"So he carried out an unplanned operation. The accidental killing will bring unexpected surprises, Angie, and he will thus expand the scope, not only in the selection of targets, but even in the geographical scope."

Angie was also looking at the professor.

He landed in French with a British accent, and there was a brief silence, but she knew he didn't finish.

"So," An Qi took the initiative to say, "What exactly do you want to express?"

"What I want to express..."

James Moriarty moved his hand to Angie's forehead, and brushed away the broken hair stuck to her skin.

"It's because he won't be caught by the police. Because the police can't figure out what he wants, let alone which one his real target is. And the real target will definitely be the last one."

Angie closed her eyes.

It is similar to the analysis method of criminal profiling, and it is not different from the real situation.At the end of the nineteenth century, psychology was still in its infancy.

I have to say that he is really a genius delayed by the times.

"It's not too difficult for the police to catch him," An Qi said.

The professor raised his eyebrows quite unexpectedly: "It seems that you have some ideas."

"I don't have any idea." She laughed and said without continuing, "It's just because I'm the person involved, so I have a hole card."

If a hundred years later, Grenouille's method is full of flaws, but the current technology is far from the level of establishing a fingerprint library and a DNA library.

"You are really good at inserting yourself into the situation." Moriarty praised, and he took another step, "Not only this matter, Angie... Oh, maybe I should call you Ms. Adler."

Also, in front of the Bohemian royal family, a song was exchanged for the king's appreciation and the prince's love.

"Let's call her Angie."

Angie tilted her head unmoved by Moriarty's words, which were half teasing and half admiring, and affirmed.

"I'm more used to the name."

And Angie has always kept her promise and prevented Moriarty from plotting against the Bohemian ambassador. In return, she gave a very grand promise-Anqi can help Rocky ascend to the position of President of the United States, Naturally, as a mere actor, he can shake the foundation of a country.

Getting to know the royal family is just the beginning.

They walked under Angie's apartment.

Her room was dimly lit, and Grenouille had evidently returned home—of course he had.

"Jean is still waiting for me, professor." Angie stopped and said, "Thank you for taking me home."

Moriarty shook his head nonchalantly: "You don't need to thank me, Angie. Go back quickly, even though I think... your little genius has been waiting for you from the beginning to the end."

After speaking, he smiled meaningfully.

The author has something to say: Thank you Linli Scorpion:D for mine, thank you!

I was so stuck that I was dying, crying loudly.