I woke up to find my Servant appeared in my room

It's 37:23:[-] AM.

Fujimaru Tateka lay straight on four chairs lined up in a row, with limbs hanging down to the ground, staring blankly at the ceiling above her head in a daze.

This is the scene after they grind their guns for three hours.

It wasn't until Andersen came over to stand beside her and said, "Curse Wrist seems to be looking for you for something." Lixiang managed to support himself and finally found the meaning of existence. The spine stood up, rubbed his neck and walked away to see no one. In the corridor, looking up, Hassan nimbly climbed down the raised part of the wall like a gecko, and finally turned over and squatted on the ground.

"What's the matter?" Lixiang stretched out a hand to pull up the heroic spirit who couldn't appear in front of people every day and could only work diligently in the later stage, "Will our rehearsal be boring? Actually, you are not here to guard, It doesn’t matter if you have time to go outside.”

"Really?" Cursed Wrist Hassan asked back.Heroic Spirit's bone mask was tightly stitched to the skin, and the white porcelain-colored angular texture made him look like he was squinting and smiling even when he was expressionless, which was kind of inappropriately funny and kind.But when he wrapped himself in a pitch-black cloak and leaned over to tense his muscles, his face was hidden in the shadows, and even the slightly raised corner of his mouth added a bit of evil spirit.

"Row 4, column 15, No. 23, row [-], right. There may be people in the back row, but they can't see you in the front row now. You are very conservative and professional in your actions. The breath is not obvious. At this moment, even I can't completely tell who has malicious intentions in the chaotic crowd."

Li Xiang froze for a moment before realizing what he was saying: "The visitor is not kind? Are you sure it's for me?"

But before the superhero fell off the horse, how could Tatsuka Fujimaru, as an ordinary student, set up such a grandiose enemy?

"The eyes of the guests in the front row have never left your body, Master." Heroic Spirit said in a low voice, "It's my colleague——I am familiar with that kind of gaze expression and behavior. Even if the times have changed and technology has developed, But there are some things in the bones that are passed down from generation to generation and will never fade away."

He turned his head and asked the others: "Have you noticed something is wrong?"

"No." Shakespeare grabbed the book that never left his body with his right hand, "We have been staying with the Master, and we have not noticed any abnormalities."

Hassan said: "I'm afraid it's not an impulsive amateur. We must be vigilant, Master, can you contact Chaldea?"

"I'm here!" Da Vinci appeared in the air as soon as he finished speaking, "It's easy to hide from the dark, and it's hard to defend against it. This is different from the battle between the heroic spirits who are upright. Lixiang, Hassan is right, They chose this timing probably because they saw the lack of combat power around you—you will be on stage in less than an hour! At that time, the phantom must appear on the stage with you, and Andersen and Shakespeare lack combat power, and you In the open, the enemy is in the dark... Only the first strike is the best!"

"But it's too late." Andersen said, "We can't find all the enemies within an hour, let alone when they are ready to attack. Now the backstage has started to ask the Master to change clothes and wait to go on stage!"

"Then do it while performing on stage!" Da Vinci said decisively, "I will monitor all the people on the field who have obvious abnormalities in Chaldea...but we can only contact Lixiang to prevent exposure. , Master, do you have any occasions where you need to speak lines on stage?"

"Uh, no?"

"Then remove the microphone. Cursed Wrist can hear what you are saying clearly in the audience, report his location, and kill the enemy before they shoot!"

Li Xiang straightened her body and bowed while standing on the stage.

The lights were too bright, and even if you looked down as hard as you could, you could only see the blurred faces of the audience in the first few rows.She glanced around, but didn't see the legendary assassin who wanted to take the opportunity to make trouble. She only saw Dr. Roman sitting on the seat where she was sitting before, with a head of light orange messy hair that was very conspicuous. The expensive camera waved back and forth for a long time.

She tried to smile at him, but wasn't sure Roman could see clearly.

The music began to reverberate faintly in the empty space, and Li Xiang took two steps towards the center of the stage.The heavy and complicated European retro-style long skirt hangs to the ground, making every step in high heels like walking in mud.She staggered slightly, and Phantom stretched out a hand to support her arm naturally.

Standing behind the curtain not far from them, Shakespeare shouted, "Master—don't roll your eyes during the performance!"

Lixiang barely restrained her facial expression that turned into Yan Yi because of the extra clothes, and kept her facial features on a smile that looked beautiful at first glance, but if you look closely, you will find something stiff.The stage was vividly decorated as the basement of the Paris Opera House where the Phantom lived in seclusion. The warm and bright candlelight shone on the supposedly dark and damp residence. bandages.

"Master." Heroic Spirit seemed to spit out such a sentence from his throat, which was barely audible in the music.For a moment, Lixiang almost thought that the heroic spirit who had been immersed in the singing, blood, pain and joy of the past had regained consciousness for a moment, but the chaotic eyes of the other party were still familiar with madness and longing, dark red eyes Lixiang's clear shadow was reflected in his eyes.The second time, the man called out clearly and in a low voice: "Christina."

Li Xiang stood there silently without moving.

She didn't have any lines at all.

"Christina!" The face-disfigured monster called out again urgently.He took a few quick steps and held Lixiang's hand impatiently, leading her to see this brand new world buried underground, humming the familiar music along with the music like a child without stagnation.Perhaps to the audience, this is just a legend, a fabrication, a rewriting of word of mouth, and a finely crafted art, but Heroic Spirit can't feel it.

He lives in the old days.

"Nighttimesharpens, heightenseachsensation..."

As the night darkens, inspiration strikes.

The candle flickered on and off, and Phantom lowered her head to look into the Master's eyes.Orange, like the plump fruit of autumn—does Christina have such lively eyes?

"Darkness stirs and wake simagination."

Darkness haunts, imagining Yayoi.

He doesn't know.He may still remember, but there are many vague and frightening things in the dusty story, and the heroic spirit is afraid to delve into it, and only allows himself to immerse himself in a moment of satisfaction.He held the hand of his singer, like a lighthouse leading the ship to swim in his kingdom.

"Silently the senses abandon their defenses—"

Subconsciously, the senses gave up resistance——

Lixiang clenched Phantom's white-gloved hand.Perhaps it was because the blood was boiling with the loud singing, and the temperature of Ying Ling's palm was obvious even through the cloth.She was slightly distracted, and was almost startled by Da Vinci's voice that suddenly sounded in her head: "Row 66 is the third position from left to right."

The assassin hidden in the darkness was galloping away as early as her first sound.

He quietly showed his minions, and his movements were graceful like a dancer living in the shadows.

On the stage under the brilliance, the performance continued.

The magnificent and magnificent music sound is deafening.Phantom turned her head back, tentatively raised her beloved's chin with trembling hands.So the heat from his palm also flowed down his fingertips to Lixiang's cheeks, making her unable to help showing a shocked and intoxicated expression.

"Slowly, gently, nightunfurlsitssplendor..."

Slowly and gently, the night revealed its glorious side.

The sword waved like daylight, and the dead enemy didn't even have time to see the face of the person standing behind him.

The warmth in the blood was lost little by little, and it turned into a lifeless, decayed dark red, which blended with the surrounding environment without anyone noticing.

Li Xiang stretched out his hand unconsciously and put it on the back of Phantom of the Opera's hand, and folded his hands next to her cheeks.The pure white and flawless joy in Yingling's eyes is like a newborn baby seeing the world for the first time. He pulled Lixiang around to show off his territory, and his body covered in straight robes trembled with excitement. trembling.

"Graspit, senseit, tremulous and tender."

Hold it tremblingly, feel it softly.

"Row three, row one. Blonde man, holding a gun."

"Turn your face away form the garish light of day—"

Look no further to the bright and dazzling days of the day--

"In the middle of the seventh row of No. 30, there is a man talking on the walkie-talkie to his companion in the twelfth row who is about to do something."

"Turn your thoughts away from cold unfeeling light..."

Think no more of the grim radiance.

"His companion found something wrong and wanted to leave through Gate No. [-]!"

It was as if the phantom didn't hear Lixiang commanding Hassan, the curse arm, to silently take away one fresh life after another.He is not affected at all, like a king standing in his supreme castle, music crowns him, singing is his laurel crown, as long as the Master is still here - as long as Christina is still standing here -

"And listen to the music of the night—"

Come and listen to the singing of the night.

"He can't run away."

Li Xiang said softly.Her voice is a little wobbly too, maybe because of the inherent fear and excitement of dancing on the blade?

The phantom's singing didn't stop.He half-knelt down and hugged her, holding her five fingers together with one hand and raising it high, while the other hand retracted its sharp claws, and put it gently on his waist.Then the heroic spirit rested his sweaty chin on the Master's shoulder, and softly sang in her ear with a deep and beautiful voice:

"Help make the music of the night..."

Write the splendid chapter of the night together with me.

The moist and hot breath hit Lixiang's ear, like a kiss brought by a gust of wind.

"Crack-"

It was the sound of broken neck bones that no one heard.

——The next second, the music stopped suddenly, and there was thunderous applause.

The author has something to say:

I strongly recommend everyone to watch the movie or live video of The Phantom of the Opera.

The song in this chapter is the musical episode "The Music of The Night"

Thank you Nuomi Duanzi, Qu Qianlin, and 23283287 little angels for mine!

Thank you Buguang, Yunshuang, Lan Ming, and Qu Qianlin for the nutrient solution!