[Phantom of the Opera] Ragdoll

This green velvet blanket covered her lap.

Mr. Ghost, you are surprisingly sweet.

But in this way, is it showing his ability? "Also, I'd like to see your ability as a ghost, but please don't hurt your future partners, I heard them say that you are a gentleman." This is what she wrote in the letter yesterday, right?

"Aren't you worried that I will find some secret door?" Lottie smiled lightly.To her surprise, there was no tense situation with Mr. Ghost from the beginning to the end.

Seeing her put on the velvet blanket, Eric breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed: "I don't think you would do such a meaningless thing. After all...I assure you, this opera house is under my control. There are thousands of doors."

"A ghost that needs a secret door?"

"If you want to keep a tacit understanding with me, you shouldn't expose the secrets I want to keep."

Lottie laughed: "Okay, dear Mr. Phantom. Would you like to explain this opera for me?"

"It is my pleasure, my lady."

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In the dark and cramped cave, two pairs of eyes just stared at each other.The black that belonged to little Lottie, and the light green that belonged to the Devil's Son, just stared at each other.And when the devil son realized that he was not wearing a cloth bag, he had already terrified the little girl.

What a terrifying face that is!

That can only be from hell.The left half of his face was pitted, covered with strange distortions and depressions, the surface skin was hard to find, only the pink flesh was exposed, covered with dark purple blood scars.The left half of the lip was also twisted badly.The nose is sunken, the eyelids are upturned, and there are no eyelashes.It makes anyone disgusted that they don't want to take a second look!

Little Lottie screamed in fear, she pushed away the person in front of her, and ran into the depths of the cave in a stumbling manner.But the cave was not deep, she only ran a few steps before leaning against the wall, she had to lean her back against the wall, covered her eyes and faced the ugly boy shivering.After the initial scream, she made no sound.Fear made her bite her lip.

At the moment when Little Lottie screamed, the long-standing inferiority complex about his appearance made the Devil Son panicked and wanted to quit.Away from people's eyes of fear and disgust, how much he wanted to do that, but he was locked in an iron cage all the time!He covered his face, trying to back out in the same horror, trying to avoid her... He suddenly stopped.

For a long time, the boy who was shown as the son of the devil because of his deformed face, all he wanted to do was to escape people's eyes, escape from those cold and cruel.But when he threw the rope with his own hands and killed the gypsy with trembling hands happily and in a panic...he didn't understand that his relationship with the world had changed.But he was able to realize that he was no longer the boy who could only be bullied.He realizes his own strength, his capacity for vengeance, his awareness that he doesn't have to endure endless pain.

He doesn't have to suffer anymore, because he has the ability to revenge.No one can hurt him anymore.Then... The Devil's Son fixed his eyes on the trembling little girl, and he lowered his hands covering his face, ignoring that this made the little girl even more frightened, he walked over step by step.A voice in my heart kept clamoring, kill her!kill her!

You have to pay the price.

Just when the devil's son was only two steps away from little Lottie, the voices of those gypsies chasing him suddenly sounded outside: "Devil's son! Devil's son! Come out!"

rose jelly

Mr. Phantom's explanation is very good, and Lottie even thinks his voice is better than Piramus's singing.He spoke eloquently, and every sentence was just right without disturbing her appreciation.It can be said that she had a very pleasant opera time.

While watching, she was chatting with Mr. Ghost, and the attitude of the gentleman on the other side was beyond her expectation.If it hadn't been a hidden voice, but a male companion who just stayed in the room, I'm afraid no one would connect him with the ghost of the opera house.

During the intermission, the maid will serve the distinguished guests in each box their favorite snacks.And when Wei Na bit the bullet and knocked on the door of Box No. [-], she heard Miss Manager's nice mezzo-soprano voice: "Please come in."

Wei Na walked in with the tray carefully, and found that Miss Butler was sitting comfortably with a green velvet blanket on her knees, as if she was not troubled by the ghost of the opera house.She breathed a sigh of relief and put down the tray: "Please use it slowly, miss."

Lottie thanked her, and slowly lifted the cover after Wei Na went out.It's a rose jelly, and some chocolate chip cookies.Lottill said to himself a little strangely: "I seem to have seen the dim sum list of the Opera House yesterday—for guests who don't order their own dim sum, shouldn't they be given a piece of matcha mousse and a cup of hot drink?"

Of course, talking to yourself is a silly move.But of course the Phantom of the Opera would not fail to answer.

"...I'm sorry I ordered these for you on my own initiative, do you... like it?"

Obviously, this sentence stunned Lottie.Although the ghost's friendly attitude from the beginning to the present is very wrong, it is still within the acceptable range.But offering to help her choose dim sum...it's really incomprehensible.As for whether she likes it or not?

His eyes fell on the two snacks.The chocolate biscuits are exquisite and small, with a deep color, and you can almost imagine the sweet and crunchy taste just by looking at them.The rose jelly is crystal clear, rose-shaped, and pale pink. It looks cool when soaked in coconut milk, but it is soft and slippery when eaten.

Lottie glanced at the air strangely, and she replied: "Thank you very much for your kindness. Mr. Ghost, may I take it that you are willing to accept to cooperate with me?" After teasing, she added, "Of course , It doesn’t matter if you eat it once. But next time, please don’t choose something too sweet for me, my taste is relatively light.”

"You don't like sweets?" This time it was the ghost's turn... strange.

How could little Lottie not like sweets.

She likes to hold a doll, likes to wear a pink puff sleeve skirt, and has a soft smile...how could she not like sweets.

"Surprised? Girls seem to like these. They're delicate, thank you. I'm a bit of a fan though, I don't eat sweets, I find them too cloying. Sweets make me sick."

Sweets, in fact... the haunting sweetness reminded her of some deep memory pain.From that point on...she didn't like the things that little girls were supposed to like...although for Lottie it was "never".Who can expect a girl to remember when she was 19 years old when she was [-] years old?Many studies have proved that real memory starts at the age of five.

"Sorry, little Lottie." Eric's voice came out from between his fingers, and it seemed very heavy. He just subconsciously called out the name that he had recited countless times in his heart.When he reacted, even he was startled.

Lottie frowned slightly. Little Lottie seemed to be called Little Lottie when she was a child, but she really didn't like it when she grew up, so her parents stopped calling her... And she found that what she disliked was only this name at the moment. She called her by her first name, but she had a feeling that it should be so.This is very wrong.

"Sorry, Miss Butler," he corrected, looking sullen.

"...Then what about your name? Mr. Ghost." Lottie jumped to another topic in an unexpected way, "You already know my name, but I don't know yours, isn't it too unfair? "

A glimmer of hope rekindled in Eric's heart, and he said in a strange way:

"I don't have a name. Miss Butler, I don't have a name."

"Why should a person have no name?"

"...I am a ghost, you forgot again, miss."

"That's enough, Mr. Phantom. Even a ghost has to have a name, right? You have to tell me, otherwise I'm worried that if I call Mr. Phantom all day long, real ghosts will come to me."

"...I am the real ghost." Eric found that his defense had reached the point where he had run out of words, the point was that he didn't even believe it himself!And Lottie... It seems that she didn't believe it at all.He replied in frustration: "But I really don't have a name, Miss Butler. Otherwise, even if it's for your convenience, please give me a name."

Why did the conversation with Mr. Ghost develop to such a strange point?Lottie Butler says she's on the verge of breaking down.What kind of situation does one person give another person—well, he insists that he is a ghost—name.

"It's convenient for you. You must have named your doll before? It won't be difficult, Miss Butler. You can name me."

"…Sorry, Mr. Ghost, you guessed wrong again. I never liked dolls. I don't have a single doll in my room."

Eric froze visibly, frustration showing on his face.But the brunette beauty obviously couldn't see it, and she continued: "A childish thing like a doll... I probably never had it."

【You don't have a name?poor thing.It doesn't matter, let me get one for you, okay?I have named my rag dolls, very experienced.I have a lot of dolls, and my father bought me a whole street of dolls, all of which are beautiful. I really like dolls.Really, let me help you with a name. 】

She became too much for him to be caught off guard.However, a dire forecast