[Zhongyingmei] Candy for you, life to me

In the end he made a move.

When Grenouille strangled An Qi's slender neck, she closed her eyes in pain as if being stabbed, and her thick eyelashes trembled slightly under the moonlight.

"You really..." She looked so sad, Angie didn't open her eyes when she said this, "It's really that ballerina killer, isn't it, Jean? Killed those innocent girls. "

Grenouille's hand was very steady, and he held Angie down with a clever gesture, preventing her from struggling—of course, she didn't struggle either.When he heard Angie's words, Grenouille was stunned, but his thin palm still controlled Angie's body.

"Yes." Grenouille replied honestly, "I want to create your scent, Miss Angie."

"They are all my substitutes."

"Yes."

"And now, you won't settle for a substitute. You want to kill me like you killed the girls."

"……Yes."

The young man's body was facing away from the light, his face was in the shadow, and An Qi couldn't see his expression clearly.If she can see clearly, she will find that the eyes of Grenouille, who does not understand love, are stained with a little emotion that can barely be called emotion.

"I'm sorry, Miss Angie." He murmured, "I'm sorry."

An Qi could feel that his hands were gradually exerting force, and the air was squeezed out inch by inch from her throat.And what Angie did was not struggle.

She raised her hand.

The cool fingertips touched Grenouille's cheek for the last time.An Qi smiled, and she opened her eyes. Under the fair complexion, the bright green eyes were shining with kindness.

The red hair was loose, and the expression was composed, as if she had forgiven him before he committed the crime.

"It's ok."

She spoke with some difficulty, but it was still crystal clear.

"I forgive you."

Accompanied by her soft words, was the sound of gunfire penetrating the glass.

A gunshot shattered the silence and despair in the room, followed by a second shot.Grenouille's body suddenly froze in place, his deepening force stopped abruptly, he fell forward, and fell into Angie's arms.She was not surprised, An Qi just closed her eyes again, hugged his head as if pulling Grenouille into her arms, let his blood trickle out from the wound on his forehead, and then kissed her snow white Her shoulders, submerged in the sheets, merged with the gorgeous red hair.

Then the bedroom door opened, and there was a steady and powerful sound of leather shoes.The pair of leather shoes walked unhurriedly to the side of the bed and stopped.

Professor James Moriarty stretched out his hand cautiously, and pulled Angie up from the pool of blood.He took out a clean white handkerchief from the pocket of his English suit, and wiped off the blood on Angie's cheeks and body.Then he shook off the robe on the other arm, and the soft and comfortable cloth wrapped around the naked An Qi.

"You forgive him."

The professor was smiling, under the silvery moonlight, thick glasses blocked his eyes.That wise and gentle face appeared mysterious and dangerous in a trance.He tilted his head slightly, and tightened An Qi's robe: "Are those innocent girls who died under his hands worthless in your eyes, An Qi?"

An Qi pursed her lips, but the smile never reached her eyes.

There was still a hint of grief on her face.I don't know if he is mourning the dead Grenouille, or those innocent victims.On her swan-like neck, lay a black and blue handprint.The burning pain was unbearable, An Qi opened her lips lightly, and her throat also felt a pain.

"No life is worthless," she said. "At least this time, I witnessed how the devil was born."

A word without beginning and end fell to the ground, in exchange for a moment of tranquility.But Professor Moriarty wasn't obsessed with Angie's meaningful words. He stretched out his hand and lifted Angie's chin with bony fingers, in order to better see the scar on her neck.

"It's a pity for his last masterpiece." The professor spit out cold words in a regretful tone, "I think it must be a gift from God."

"Maybe it's the devil's or maybe it's your people who killed him."

"Don't worry about Colonel Morin. He has always been neat. The police in Paris don't pay attention to him at all."

Moriarty sighed.

"Your injury is well taken care of, my dear Angie." He said seriously, "I'll take you out of here first."

An Qi let his fingers linger on the edge of the black bruise, a little itchy, faintly visible between the pain.She couldn't help but shrink a little bit, but still stayed in place obediently.After the professor spoke, An Qi nodded silently: "Okay."

So he hugged An Qi in his arms.The arms that are not considered strong are so powerful, An Qi clings to Moriarty's shoulders, and when he takes her out of the room, she takes a last look at the bed.

Jean-Baptiste Grenouille was lying on the bed, if it weren't for the blood red eyes, he would be peacefully like a sleeping child.

A week later, the Paris Opera.

Sorelli walked through the crowd outside the door of the actor's lounge, pushed open the door, and saw the two managers standing in front of the pale-faced Angie.

"My God, Angie!" Sorelli exclaimed.

Even though she was so far away, she could still see the scars on An Qi's body.

The bright new star of the Paris Opera House, in a royal blue dress and flamboyant red hair.But even so, it couldn't hide the black marks on the neck.An Qi raised her eyes when she heard Sorelli's shout, her face was very ugly, but she still gave Sorelli a polite smile.

"Are you OK?!"

Sorelli stepped forward and asked eagerly.She looked Angie up and down several times, but fortunately, except for the horrific wound, Angie looked normal.

"I'm fine." An Qi let Sorelli hold her cold fingers, and said with a smile. Her voice was a little hoarse, but it was not serious. Sorelli believed that it would get better soon, "Don't you Worry."

How can you not worry?Sorelli glanced at the two managers worriedly, then frowned.She wanted to ask if the rumors in the theater were true, but thinking of the terrifying possibility made Sorelli a little scared.

But An Qi's gentle expression comforted her very well.

So Sorelli still mustered up her courage: "Well, that little genius, is he really... really a ballet killer?"

An Qi didn't speak, her expression became extremely dignified.Those clear eyes drooped slightly, and then nodded.

"My God!"

Sorelli covered her mouth in horror. If it weren't for An Qi's presence, she would have lost her composure in front of the manager!

In fact, Sorelli also wanted to ask, when he attacked Angie, was it really the ghost in the theater who stopped and killed the murderer?That's what those little actors said, that Jean-Baptiste Grenouille just wanted to murder Angie, and then the guardian of the music angel fell from the sky and saved Angie.

Sounds like one of those love fairy tales.But Sorelli couldn't help shivering when she thought that Angie almost died, and when the police found Grenouille lying in a pool of blood, she couldn't ask any questions.

At least An Qi is fine, she comforted herself.

"Then you..." Sorelli looked at An Qi in embarrassment, and their fingers were tightly intertwined, "Are you really going to leave the opera house as they said?"

Although Sorelli and An Qi have only been friends for a few days, she is actually a little bit reluctant.

For so long, An Qi has been taciturn and erratic.Sorelli was a little afraid of her, but she didn't realize how gentle and considerate this competitor and partner was until the last accident.Sorelli is not jealous of her. She deserves everything Angie got. They should have been closer, just like those best friends who have been with each other for life. godmother.

But now, everything stopped because of that unexpected murderer.

Before that, Sorelli thought that Angie would marry him.It is said that M. Pelissier of the perfume shop even wanted to make him his heir.Paris' hot singer and sought-after perfumer, what a combination.But now, when Sorélie thought that Grenouille was actually a serial murderer, she couldn't help being afraid of her innocent thoughts in the past.

"Yes." An Qi's words also confirmed the shattering of the girl's fantasy, "I intend to explain this to the two managers today. I want to resign, Sorelli. The prince of Bohemia knows this. For one thing, he said he was going to Warsaw next, and he could get me a seat at the Opera House in Warsaw. I too... I too..."

At the end, her green eyes flickered, and there were crystal tears in them.

An Qi choked up, and the girl who had been trying to stay calm, finally showed a little scared expression: "I'm sorry, Manager, and Sorelli. I don't want to...leave either, but I really can't leave Paris anymore. I stayed. As soon as I closed my eyes, it was his shadow lying in a pool of blood."

Poor Angie!

Seeing her crying bitterly, Sorelli also had red eyes.

"I want to be alone for a while," she sobbed. "This is the last time I'll be in my lounge. I'll say goodbye to everyone when I calm down, okay?"

Who could resist the pleas of a weeping girl?Sorelli gave Angie a hug, and left Angie's lounge with the two managers, not forgetting to close the door kindly.

The door closed with a "click", and the room fell silent.

An Qi raised her head, and the tears that flowed stopped abruptly.She took a step forward, wiped away the remaining tears on her cheeks, her expression was flat and calm, as if the grief just now was just an illusion of others.

She carefully locked the door behind her and returned to the center of the room.

Angie was the only one left in the lounge.

"Eric."

she cried out.

"I know you're watching me and I need to talk to you."