[Phantom of the Opera] Ragdoll

The little girl we brought back this time turned out to be a countess! "The slanted-eyed gypsy said quickly in a low voice, "Now the earl is here with the police!"We have to run fast before it's too late! "

"But the devil's son..." The red-faced gypsy was still a little unwilling. The guy who was strangled to death yesterday had a good relationship with him.Besides, the Devil's Son exhibition has always been very expensive, so he doesn't want to just let the kid go.

"Don't worry about it!" Slapped his eyes sideways, "Life is critical! If we didn't know each other well, I wouldn't have come to inform you! Run! Run!"

The red face glanced back resentfully, and slapped the monkey a few times as if venting: "Let's go."

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In the cave, the little girl and the boy had been deadlocked for a while.Little Lottie looked at Eric unconsciously with strangeness and alienation, as well as a hint of instinctive fear of the dark.

"They're gone..." Little Lottie sniffed, full of hope, "There's no movement... let's go out."

The weak groan of the little bell would ring out after a while, making the little girl cry when she heard it.However, Eric always pursed his lips without saying a word, his face seemed to have no fluctuations, covering up the pain and self-loathing in his heart.

The shouting of the gypsies has long since died away.

"They..." Eric shook his head with difficulty, and explained to the little girl, "They are probably playing a show...pretending to have left, and we will be caught as soon as we get out..." He didn't know What should I say, because there was an emotion called anger in little Lottie's eyes, and she retorted loudly: "Maybe? Maybe they were caught? They've all gone! Maybe?——You're a coward Coward! I only know that if I don't go out, Little Bell will definitely, will..." She cried out with a wow.

Eric's hand was already clenched with blood, but he still didn't say a word, silently stopping in front of little Lottie.There was paranoid persistence in those light green eyes.

Little Lottie bit her lip and made up her mind.She suddenly bit Eric's wrist hard, threw the doll on him, and escaped from the cave before Eric could react.

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The blond doll hit the face and fell, and Eric subconsciously reached out to catch it.There was a scorching pain on his wrist, but Eric couldn't care about it. He struggled for a while worried about Little Lottie and fear of the gypsies, and Eric still rushed out of the cave.

That was the first kiss he got.

If he saw little Lottie dragged into that filthy place... his life's hope of light would be lost.

The little bell lying in the pool of blood was still ringing out, screaming angrily.

old fairy tale

"Haitina sang really well yesterday, and I thought she...was a bit pretty." Meg blushed and bit her ear with Christine, "But I think you are the best, Christine. By the way, I heard that the theater originally wanted to remake Othello, and it was Haitina who recommended herself to Miss Butler. She is so brave! Hey, Christine, what are you laughing at? "

Christine chuckled, she was a very beautiful girl with brown hair and brown eyes, with a gentle and innocent expression: "It's nothing, I just heard you mentioned Miss Manager... Well, Meg, her name is the same as the one I heard when I was a child." A story with exactly the same heroine?"

"Ah." Meg exclaimed a little, "tell me quickly."

Christine smiled shyly.What she said was the story her father told her about the musical angel.She used to miss her dead father in the prayer room, and she couldn't help telling this story, and only then did she meet a real music angel.Thinking of the mysterious music angel, Christine's mood brightened. She stood up and spun lightly, her skirt swayed beautifully, and hummed softly:

"Little Lottie likes to think wildly."

"And thought little Lottie, do I like dolls, or elves, or boots?"

"Perhaps a riddle or a dress? Or... chocolate?"

At this point, Christine paused for a moment, with a nostalgic and sad smile on her face, she slowly raised her head, cast her gaze to a distant place, and sang to herself:

"...'No, my favorite,' said Lottie, 'is when I fall asleep in bed and the angel of music sings in my head.'"

"A musical angel sings in my head..."

While humming the inexplicably sad melody, she danced freely and gracefully. When she reached the door, she was about to push the door and go out, but Christine froze as soon as she opened the door.

"Kristen?" Lottie smiled friendly. "Can I come in?"

Lottie just came back from the underground, dealt with the backlog of affairs, and went to see Haitina again. She remembered the singing genius Christine that Eric had mentioned, so she stopped by to take a look.Although Lottie was calm on the surface at this moment, the melody that Christine hummed just now caused turbulent waves in her heart.It seems that the truth she has been longing for for a long time is about to break through the ground.

"Of course." Christine greeted her in a little panic, bit her lips and decided to admit her mistake first, "I'm sorry, Miss Butler, I was just telling a story to Meg, which my father told me before fairy tales……"

"Really?" Lottie smiled, and there was a certain inducing meaning in that smile, "Then, would you like to tell me?"

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"Little Lottie thinks about everything, and she doesn't think about anything." Christine peeked at Miss Butler, seeing that she was listening attentively and that there was no displeasure on her face, and then she continued nervously, "She looks like A summer bird, soaring in the golden sun, with a spring wreath in her black hair. Her heart is as bright as her eyes. She loves her father very much, and is loyal to her doll. She loves herself dresses, red shoes and a violin, but what little Lottie likes most is falling asleep listening to the music angels singing."

"Little Lottie likes all sweet and beautiful things." Christine's expression gradually became sad. Although there was still a warm smile on her mouth, the sweetness was already very thin.She thought of her father, "She was wearing a pink puff-sleeved dress with white lace, she was like a little princess. The doll was her best friend. She was so smiling and hugged everything." Good intentions...Miss Butler, what's the matter with you?"

"I'm fine." Lottie Butler forced a smile to hide the daze on her face, "I seem to have some things to deal with, Christine, come to my office at two o'clock tomorrow afternoon to see me."

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Lottie walked blankly through the resplendent halls of the Opera House.The fairy tale in Christine's mouth aroused an echo in her heart.That old fairy tale.She seemed to know what she was supposed to be like.Just like the little Lottie who lived in the fairy tale, she would be like that.

When she was a child, she should also have soft and sweet black hair, a pink skirt like a princess, innocent and kind-hearted, and like beautiful dolls... just like little Lottie in fairy tales.She was supposed to be that way.

How could she be like this now.

Lottie remembered that when she was about five or six years old, her father tried to give her another doll, telling her that she would like it very much.what did she doShe seemed to cry a lot... Her father had been trying to help her get back to her tender and sweet self, and for this he had worked tirelessly to treat himself like a little princess, even after his sister Bonnie was born.He has always wanted to create a fairy-tale world for her, just like the one she saw in Eric's place underground.

But no matter who it was, she refused.Lottie Butler instinctively resisted and mistrusted those beautiful and sweet things, especially dolls.She was about to cry when she saw a monkey, and it was around that time.Lottie knew she had a knot in her heart, but she didn't know where.The breakpoint of memory made her only chase after Paris.What made her what she is now?

Lottie was at a loss.

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The little monkey was lying in a pool of blood, its dark golden fur had already shed a lot, and it was stuck together by mud and blood, looking miserable and terrifying.The little bell around its neck was still shaking gently, and the weak "squeak" sound of the little monkey was even less audible than the bell.

Little Lottie knelt beside the little monkey, leaning over, with tears all over her face.She had never seen so much blood before, and never knew that a little monkey could shed so much blood.She was terrified.She wanted to reach out and hug the little monkey, but she was afraid of hurting it.With trembling hands, Little Lottie gently stroked the little monkey: "Little Bell, don't be afraid, don't cry... Let's go to the doctor, let's go to the doctor..."

"Little Bell..."

Eric's footsteps not only stopped, but he stared blankly at the little monkey curled up in pain on the ground, tears finally fell from his face, big and big.He involuntarily hugged the doll in his hand: "Little Lottie, we..." Those gypsies really left?Eric was at a loss.He felt that he had made a big mistake, and he didn't know how to face the little monkey and little Lottie.Did those people really leave like that?

He wanted to return the doll to little Lottie and pick up the monkey himself.But the black-haired girl bit her lip and stubbornly pushed away his hand, hugged the little bell with difficulty and refused to let him touch it, as if he would hurt the little bell just like those people.Little Lottie wiped her tears carelessly, and said