Started with a green hat for Verlaine

There is a lake six meters deep in the basement of the Paris Opera House.

Every ten years, the opera house will ask someone to drain the underground lake to clean up the silt and disperse the smell.

It has been less than a year since the last draining, which gave Phantom time to use the people who obeyed him to build a residence near the center of his lake, a steel house for detaining transcendents.

This place is not so much a "cage" as it is like a jeweled jewelry box.

"oops!"

Maupassant's whole body was stunned.

Fortunately, he judged in time and was sure that the underground lake could catch him, so he didn't take the risk of using supernatural powers to save himself.

He got up drenched, and only remembered that he fell into the room after walking through the water, and the shape of the room was exactly the same as that of the Paris Opera House, which was carefully crafted by the master architect.

At first glance, Maupassant noticed that there was a wax figure in front of him.

The lifelike wax figure is sitting on a chair, holding a cello in his arms, as if slowly pulling the strings.This is a beautiful young man with crystal-colored hair. His skin is a perfect pearly white. Each strand of hair reflects a soft pink luster. His akane-colored pupils droop slightly, like a fruit born in midsummer.Time stopped at the moment before the sound of the piano sounded. It was quiet and beautiful, and it was sealed in the underground lake together with the room covered with gold leaf and inlaid with famous paintings.

Maupassant's complexion was subtle for a second, it was not an illusion, the hair was really carved with crystal.

This wax figure is myself.

One-to-one production, each part is not much different from itself.

He pinched his waist, because he was sick recently and lost a little weight. Not only did the complexion under the mask look bad, but the texture of his skin was not as good as before. The nasty red rash made him unable to show his true face.However, he believes that his real person is better than the wax figure, which comes from the self-confidence of the transcendent.

How can a dead thing compare to a living thing?

Thinking of this, Maupassant said shamelessly: "Phantom, no wonder you recognized me..."

The other party remembered all the details of his body.

The person he was familiar with did not appear, and the voice of male singing came from the room, from the initial creepy accent to far to near, layer upon layer, lazy and soothing, as if the curtain of the night was drawn.

A three-dimensional classic "Music of the Night" was sung for the first time in this world.

"As the night darkens, inspire."

"Darkness haunts and awakens the imagination."

"Unconsciously, the senses give up resistance... Slowly, gently, the night reveals its brilliance..."

"Catch it, feel it, trembling and soft..."

"Listen to the music of the dark night..."

Maupassant couldn't help but immerse himself in the long emphasis of the opera, and the gorgeous voice gave people the enjoyment of hearing.

However, his perception reminded himself - there are fluctuations of supernatural powers!

"Phantom!"

He interrupted the music loudly.

The Phantom walked in from the door, and the singing without words continued. Behind the mask was a pair of pupils burning with hell flames, but there were still a few people who would quietly listen to his heavenly singing.

"Stop your 'Music Angel'."

Maupassant pointed out the supernatural ability used by the opponent to control people.

Hypnotic ability - music angel!

Feeling endless resentment and anger, Phantom told everything to the other party, but he knew nothing about Maupassant. He sang: "Close your eyes and disarm your worst nightmare..."

Maupassant's eyelids suddenly became heavy, and he felt drowsy.

and many more?

Worst nightmare? !

Maupassant seemed to see himself surrounded by syphilis and dying in the tragic scene in the hospital.

In the past, Maupassant would not be afraid of someone using supernatural powers on him. If a transcendent could be so easily tricked, it would not be considered as having the most advanced supernatural powers in the world.

Maupassant forced the anxiety to appear, and said nervous migraine attacks from childhood to adulthood, and said uncomfortablely.

"Stop singing, my head hurts, I didn't lie to you!"

Speaking of the latter, Maupassant was shouting.

The phantom stopped, took a quick and rational step, and stepped forward to hug the beautiful young man who hadn't stepped into the Paris Opera House for five years. His worry was evident, and his arms trembled, as if he was holding the treasure he was thinking of.

All the hatred was stuck in his throat.

"Why don't you resist?"

He didn't believe that he could catch this person so easily.

Could it be... that the other party regretted it and came to see him on his own initiative, wanting to resolve his obsession with him?

"I'm sick, terminally ill," said Maupassant weakly.

The phantom turned pale in shock, and reached out to take off Maupassant's mask, but Maupassant strongly refused, blocked the opponent's hand, and quickly retracted the gloved hand, "It's too ugly-don't look at me!"

Phantom said desolately: "No matter how ugly you are, are you as ugly as me? Are you willing to look at me one more time?"

Maupassant's eyes wandered, trying not to think about the phantom's sunken, hole-like face.

Both of them wore masks, who was afraid of whom.

"I believe you won't harm me. I didn't use my supernatural powers when I fell." Maupassant carefully comforted the other party, for fear that the other party would tear himself apart in a fit of rage, "Phantom, I came here to see you for me. The opera I wrote, the script is my painstaking effort, even if the teacher doesn't let me come, I still want to see it with my own eyes."

Maupassant black-heartedly threw the reasons for not being able to come to the Paris Opera House on the head of his teacher Flaubert.

He knew that there was no way for Phantom to go out and ask for evidence.

Phantom's complexion really improved.

Maupassant asked in turn: "Why didn't my script story be used? Only the name is like it."

Phantom said: "I hate you so much that you walked away and rewrote your script. I want you to hear the story I wrote for you from other people." His voice was hoarse and crying, "I want Seeing you like a normal person, I want to have a love like a normal person. I can see you in the daytime and sleep with each other at night. I have been waiting for you for five years, but I have not seen a single tear from you. Why don't you come sooner? Visit me!"

Phantom didn't trust Maupassant's words. How can the five years be explained by a teacher's obstruction?

"Guy, call me Eric, my name is Eric! Don't call me Phantom!"

"... Eric."

Maupassant cried with a mournful face.

He heard the sound of the door and window being closed, and he couldn't break out with physical strength.

The Phantom said in a coaxing tone: "Listen to me singing, I have created many songs for you, I will not give you a headache anymore, I will sing you a beautiful lullaby. If you love me, my voice will be like a sheep Soft, not dangerous at all, I will weave the happiest dream in the world for you..."

Maupassant's expression was about to freeze under the mask. The hypnotic ability must not be easily recruited. The condition for the Phantom's ability to be activated is for people to listen to a song in its entirety.

Handing over his soul, he couldn't do it.

Maupassant sniffed, feeling the damp smell of the lake, "Don't force me, I don't want to hear it."

Phantom's body bent down, and the black dress could hardly support her skinny bones.

"Guy... I found the maker of the supernatural tool and bought a good-looking mask. After wearing it, I am no different from other people. The touch is normal. I won't scare you."

"Give me another chance, Guy."

Regarding the phantom's pleading, Maupassant said sincerely: "Why are you obsessed with me? I heard that you have pursued many people, and those people are also very good. I can help you pursue them."

Phantom's heart was stabbed: "I want to find you through them."

Maupassant was embarrassed.

Also in Paris, if I don't want to see Phantom, it is impossible for Phantom to find herself whose information is protected.

Maupassant tried to leave this bad place: "Phantom, I haven't finished the opera yet, let's go to Box No. [-] to enjoy it."

Phantom said faintly: "Opera? You mentioned it several times in front of me."

Maupassant didn't know that he had been squeezed out of his talents in the past few years, and the storm came suddenly.

"You only know opera! I would rather watch opera than see me! Why do you want to take off my mask? If you don't take it off, we can get along normally! I don't want to live here anymore, I want Seeing the sunshine outside, walking into your world, you don't love me—you don't love me at all! You don't love me!"

Phantom wept bitterly.

Immediately afterwards, the phantom tied up Maupassant and roared out in despair.

"It's useless to say anything, I won't let you go! When those people find you, I've already got you, no matter how they deal with me, I won't let you touch those women again!"

Using music and supernatural powers, he wants to control Maupassant's private life and let the other party accept him!

Maupassant was dripping with cold sweat, and the mask on his face was directly lifted off by the phantom.

Seeing Maupassant's face, Phantom paused.

"You are still so touching, just like the first time I saw you, I miss you deeply." His fingers touched the red rash on Maupassant's face, not minding the "allergies" of the youth's skin at all, "Let's write together Opera, sing along, and I'll make you the happiest man in the world."

Goosebumps appeared on Maupassant's face, and he was devastated to find that he really couldn't accept it.

"Phantom, I have a highly contagious disease! Advanced stage syphilis!"

"..."

"Don't hurt yourself—!"

"..."

Syphilis... Late? ! ! !

Phantom Pupil Earthquake, who is knowledgeable and talented, but lacks in sex.

In the past five years, how crazy have you played!

Phantom said: "Impossible, there are supernatural doctors in France, I don't believe it can't be cured!"

Maupassant said bitterly: "Physical doctors are not omnipotent. If I can get treatment, why would I endure the pain and come to you? Am I the kind of person who will sell you miserably? I have my pride."

Phantom panicked: "Is sex contagious? Will wearing assistive devices help?"

Maupassant's body trembled, "I am a mutated syphilis. During the examination, it has reached a serious stage. I will be mentally disturbed, see hallucinations, and my body will be in pain. If you don't believe me, you can take off my clothes. There are red rashes all over my body, I don't want to hurt you..."

The Phantom fell silent.

A few minutes later, Phantom firmly untied Maupassant's clothes, "I'm not afraid."

"If you didn't lie to me—" Phantom couldn't tell whether he was obsessed or with strong love, he couldn't hate this sad person anymore, because he was just as sad, "I will spend the last time with you."

"I was born to lose the things of ordinary people, but I know what I want."

"I want your love."

At this moment, Maupassant wanted to faint, no, the fate of fainting was even worse.

Help ah ah ah ah ah! ! !

He is suffering from mutated syphilis, and he hasn't told his teacher yet, so he can't use the top-level ability "Suet Ball", which is dubbed "scapegoat" by his colleagues, without authorization, otherwise the entire Paris Opera House will be infected with syphilis!

……

The wonderful opera lingered for three days.

Although the truth is not so exaggerated, the actors' excellent stage performances concealed the paranoid and twisted parts of the script. Ma Shengqiu was also satisfied as if he had taken a sip of poplar nectar.

"Aji, Lucy, how are you? Do you understand?"

The two children are more listless than the other, and they are completely accompanied by adults to watch.

Lucy was not old enough to see the opera.

Dazai Osamu said weakly: "It's so boring, boring revenge, boring plot, and the music is passable. I think I can sleep peacefully listening to opera."

Aso Qiu also helped his forehead.

Arthur Rimbaud tugged on Rachel's sleeve at the end of the show.

Ma Shengqiu also understood what he meant, and the two walked up to the second floor to see the fifth box that had screamed.

"Aji, come~."

Osamu Dazai glanced at the lazy adult, and went to pick the lock by himself.

The door lock opens.

Box No. [-] was lit and empty.

Ma Shengqiu was also calm: "No one, Lan Tang."

Arthur Rimbaud didn't believe in evil, walked in, touched the wall, then squatted down and knocked on the solid wood floor.

There is no hollow sound under the floor.

"Qiu Ye, I have paid attention to this place, someone must have been there."

Artille Rimbaud subconsciously looked at his lover with the eyes of a script party asking for help. The chaos at home was not there, and Qiu was the biggest brain cheat. He didn't believe what he heard was an illusion.

Ma Shengqiu also worried: "Didn't the teacher tell you not to intervene?"

Arthur Rimbaud said in amazement: "The teacher knows?"

Ma Shengqiu also pulled him out of the door, signaling Dazai Osamu and Lucy to come out quickly and not stay inside.

"If you really want to know, I'll show you around."

As the Paris Opera House went down, the structure became more and more complicated. Four people avoided the staff and looked for the door to enter the underground passage, and then Lucy found a way to find the way and open the door from the inside of the door.

Arthur Rimbaud looked at the underground environment thoughtfully.

suddenly.

The four people heard the indistinct singing, as if the ghosts at the bottom of the lake were singing. Among them, Aso Qiuya's expression changed slightly, and he couldn't help being intoxicated.

Ma Shengqiu also murmured, ""AllIAskOfYou ​​(Nothing I Want)"."

One of the music from The Phantom of the Opera.

The moment he slipped his words, the back of his hand touched Dazai Osamu who was beside him, and he regained consciousness.

Osamu Dazai looked at him with a faint smile.

Ma Shengqiu also pretended not to notice Osamu Dazai's scrutiny, and said: "It seems that the legend of the 'ghost' of the opera house is true. He is under the lake. I have no objection to any of you who want to go down. I will wait for you here."

Arthur Rimbaud was unable to use supernatural powers and was unwilling to go into the water.

Osamu Dazai was eager to try, but was caught by Aso Qiuya, "I'll catch a cold."

Lucy said, "I'll try it alone?"

Ma Shengqiu was also not very worried about Lucy's safety, but Osamu Dazai pushed her and said deceptively: "Go, I'll wait for your good news, I haven't seen a ghost yet!"

Lucy moved her body, dived into the water, shivered, and used her space system ability to get close to the hidden buildings at the bottom of the lake.

After a while.

Lucy emerged from the underground lake and said, "I saw two people."

Ma Shengqiu was also curious: "Male, female?"

Lucy jumped ashore with the strength of Aso Shuya and wrung her skirt dry, "Two men, a dark man wearing a mask, was singing with a young man in his arms, and drank each other's blood, saying What 'Guy, please trust me so I'll be just like you'..."

Osamu Dazai asked strangely: "Drink blood?" He couldn't control his brain, and wanted to make up for the vampire.

Ma Shengqiu was also weirder than him, "Two men?"

Arthur Rimbaud was a little bit better than their ability to focus.

"Guy? Isn't he a young man with pink hair and a very flirtatious look!"

"Well, yes."

Lucy answered Arthur Rimbaud in surprise, and seeing the seriousness of the other party, she immediately said: "He seems to be very weak, and his body is tied up. If you want to save...you should hurry up."

When Lucy said this, her face flushed, and her eyes drifted to Mr. Qiuya unconsciously.

"They seem to be doing grown-up things."

Save or not?

Ma Shengqiu also thought so, and went to see Rimbaud who picked up his mobile phone and called Baudelaire.

Arthur Rimbaud said: "Teacher, did Guy come to the Paris Opera House to watch an opera? When Qiu and I were visiting the basement, we saw a young man named Guy kidnapped by a male ghost in the Opera House. "

"Time is tight, tell me whether you should save him, he seems to be about to lose his virginity."

Arthur Rimbaud French humor once.

"If he had such a thing as virginity..."

"I'd be happy to rescue."

……