[The Phantom of the Opera] The Beast and the Canary

This night, I fell asleep clutching the letter paper.In the middle of sleeping, he woke up suddenly, sat on the edge of the bed with his face propped up, opened the letter paper and read it again and again.I didn't notice it when I was sleeping, I thought I had slept for a long time, but there was no sign of dawn outside.The sapphire blue sky was like a serious illness, with many leaden gray clouds growing.For the first time, it was cloudy at night.

Anyway, I couldn't sleep, so I just scattered the bunch of yellow roses and counted them one by one.After counting for a while, I got sleepy again, got into the quilt and closed my eyes. After a long time, I vaguely remembered that there were at least more than 100 yellow roses in that bouquet, but the thorns of each branch were carefully picked up. shaved off.

The thought made me sit up in an instant, and then I couldn't fall asleep again.The body seemed to have a fever, and scalding heat was emitted from the inside to the outside.I touched my forehead, the temperature was as high as a hot iron.But my spirit is very high, so it should not be sick.After carefully recalling what happened yesterday, I found that if I want to see Phantom again, I may need to verify a few things.

The first thing is whether Hearst knows Phantom.

Thinking of some characteristics of the two people who are too similar, the answer in my heart is actually yes.But, will Hearst tell me the real answer?

The second thing is, where does the phantom live now, is it a theater, a circus troupe, or somewhere else...

If it is the latter two, how did he put this bouquet of yellow roses and this letter into my room... Does it prove that he is still in the theater now?

Also, the opera in the circus troupe, the lyrics he sang, this bouquet of roses, this letter... What exactly do they mean? After meeting, I must muster up the courage to ask clearly.If it is really what I imagined, I will never let go in this life.Whether Mrs. Geary agrees or not, I will follow him.Where does he go, where do I go.

Just thinking about the dawn like this, before the maid knocked on the door to wake me up, I hurriedly washed up, put on my cloak, and ran out.Walking quickly to the gate of the theater, the sky is still very gloomy, and the dead leaves are black rain falling from the ground to the sky.

Seeing that I was alone, the guard questioned me many times whether I really wanted to go out.I was so excited that I couldn't speak, I clasped my hands and nodded all the time.He hesitated for a moment, then handed me a black umbrella and told me to come back early.

Walking out of the gate, the wet rain blows on my face.There was no one on the street, and a few white pigeons landed on top of the angel statue, looking at me quietly with their heads tilted.

I wanted to stop a carriage and rush to the Earl's Mansion to find Hester and ask him face to face.After thinking about it, I am afraid that if I go there in the morning, the rumors will have spread all over the theater in the afternoon.Let's go to the circus troupe first and ask the creator of "Beauty and the Freak"... This opera has only been performed for one day, so they should still be performing.

The sky is getting darker and gloomy, it is dawn, but it is as dark as evening.Some dead leaves have fluttered to my eyes.Although I know in my heart that the weather will soon be raining heavily, the circus troupe is an open-air performance, even if I go in the rain, I may not be able to see them... But if I don't go, I guess I will be very disturbed all day today.

Pulling my cloak tight, I stood in the street for a long time without seeing the carriage pass by.He had no choice but to run to the stable, and while the trainer was still dozing off, he led away a brown-haired horse with the most docile temperament.The clothes I'm wearing today are actually not suitable for riding a horse, but I can't control that much.I gritted my teeth, turned over and rode on, flicked the rein, and rushed to the suburbs.

The mood is an eerie and wonderful throbbing.I've tried my best to breathe deeply, but my hands are still shaking.Along the way, I recalled what happened yesterday, and regretted more than once, why I didn't turn around, hold his face and kiss him.

What the hell am I afraid of... Anyway, the worst outcome is to be hated and pushed away?

Thinking of this, I suddenly felt full of courage.With a pinch of his legs, he rushed to the venue of the open-air performance almost tirelessly.

The sky is a thin paper full of ink, the bronze arched wooden door and the faint blue torches are actually relatively bright and bright colors under this kind of weather.I rode over, only to see the poster of "Beauty and the Freaks" had been covered by a brand new poster.

It was a poster completely drawn with pencils, and the lines were intertwined with messy iron wires. I don't know if the artist was not skilled enough or overconfident.It depicts a slender young man holding a mask, covering a quarter of his face; above the mask are handsome and deep eyebrows, and on the other side is a white skull full of maggots.

As if losing patience, the painter did not draw his lower body, but outlined his clothing with a few strokes, and wrote a line of scribbled French:

Two-Face

Selected dates

Ticket price: unknown

I got off my horse, approached the poster, and brushed my fingers over the man's eyebrows.For a moment, it seemed as if he lost his breath.This poster does not label the actor's information.However, I have a hunch that he is the Phantom.My eyes moved to the lower left corner, this time I didn't want to miss the author's name again.But, nothing.

Could this be someone's prank?

I looked around, trying to find someone to ask for clarification, but found that there was no one inside and outside the wooden door, only the faint blue torches were left burning.It turns out that the circus troupe has long since left, so who posted this poster here?

Walking back to the spot, I hesitated for a moment, then reached out to the hem of the poster, intending to tear it off and take it home.Maybe with any luck, I'll still see the overlaid Beauty and the Freaks poster.

What I didn't expect was that as soon as I carefully tore off a corner, the thunder sounded, and the horse began to snort restlessly.Looking at the dark sky, although I was very reluctant, I still led the horse to the tent first.I thought it would take a while for the heavy rain to fall, but I didn't expect the rain to pour down as soon as I entered the tent.

I didn't have time to tie the reins to the stakes, so I opened my umbrella and rushed out in the rain.However, it was still too late, the poster was soaked by rain, and layers of folds appeared.

Frustration hits suddenly.I wiped my face, grabbed the crooked umbrella, tore off the soaked poster, stuffed it into my clothes, and returned to the tent with difficulty.The horse was still where it was. Seeing me come back, it touched my face with its wet nose.

I stroked its head and spread out the poster.Surprisingly, it is double-layered, with the outline of the "Beauty and the Freaks" poster faintly visible.The gap was torn apart little by little, and the author's name in the lower right corner was still there. Unfortunately, only one initial was left, and the rest was blurred.

"G", I stroked the letter and closed my eyes wearily. There are too many names starting with G.And, most likely it doesn't start with G.

It seems that I was too impulsive. I shouldn’t come here rashly when I knew it was raining. Now I’m trapped here to death. …

I don't want to fall asleep in a strange place, but I can't hold back because my consciousness is too drowsy and my body is too tired.At the moment when I completely fell into a coma, my breathing was like a burning fire in a stove, which made me break out into a cold sweat.At the same time, the skin was extremely cold, and it was extremely painful to touch it lightly.In the middle of the trip, I woke up once with sleepy eyes and saw that the rainstorm was still going on, so I fell asleep again.

I had a dream.In the dream, Phantom was wearing a white mask and a black shirt, holding her right elbow with her left hand, with her knuckles resting on her chin, leaning against the rocks of the underground labyrinth, looking down at her own reflection on the water indifferently.

I hesitated for a moment, but walked over.He turned his head: "What are you doing?"

There are a lot of things I want to say in my heart, but when I think that this is just a dream, and he can't hear me after I say it, I swallow it all again.Thinking of this, I hugged him on tiptoe. It would be great if hugs could convey love, and if dreams could convey love.

If only... breath could communicate love.

He froze.Strange, why do I feel that his body is stiff?Stretching out his hand to touch the rock behind him, it was trembling, and the sound of heavy rain and horseshoes could be heard faintly.The surroundings are not quite like a stone cave, but instead have a closed feeling like a carriage.

Before this thought could fully emerge, he grabbed my wrist abruptly and threw it aside roughly: "Don't touch me."

The wrist hit the jagged rock, and strangely, it didn't hurt at all.I touched my arm in confusion, then touched his arm, and then I was relieved, how could it hurt in my dream.

I thought that the touch in the dream would feel nothing, but his reaction was quite intense, and his voice was as cold as ice: "I said, don't touch me."

His voice was so real, so real that I couldn't help but want to hear a few more words, even if it was a scolding.Taking a deep breath, I hugged him again and buried my head in his arms.I don't know if it was my illusion, but I actually smelled the light fragrance from his collar.It's familiar, but I forgot where I smelled it.

This time, he didn't throw away my hand, and didn't scold me again. Instead, he slapped my face lightly twice with a few fingers, and interrogated, "Do you really know who I am?"

I nodded, and was about to say his name, but he smiled indifferently, put a finger on my lips, and said, "Forget it." The voice fell, and the finger disappeared, replaced by two pieces of warm lips.

This is something I dare not even dream about, he actually leaned over and kissed her.

His kiss was strange and fierce, and the moment he kissed it, it almost bit my lips.I gasped in pain and wanted to push him away and tell him the right way to kiss.After he sensed my intention, he immediately pinched the back of my neck like a small animal, not allowing me to struggle at all.

I could only be forced to stick my lips to his lips for a long time, with my teeth hitting my teeth, and I was about to suffocate.Although the phantom kisses me actively, it is something I dream of, but this kiss is too painful, it is like the bite of a wild beast.I almost cried, didn't I feel nothing in my dream?

This kiss lasted for a long time, until there was a vague human voice, and he let me go.Immediately, my consciousness fell into groggy again.He gave a few orders in a calm tone, not like his voice, but there was still an indescribable sense of familiarity.

A male voice sounded: "Master, let me hug you."

He didn't answer.Then, I heard the rubbing sound of the cloth, and he probably made a gesture of rejection.I don't remember what else I dreamed about afterwards, but I just remember that I slept so deeply that day, it didn't feel like I was spending the night outside at all.

In the early morning of the next day, I suddenly opened my eyes with the sound of birds singing, and my first reaction was: Oh no, the horse hasn’t returned yet, but I found myself back in the theater room.