[Phantom of the Opera] In Praise of Iris

When Raul was still leading Sister Alice to look for the so-called clues, Irene had roughly learned about their destination this time through the investigation of his subordinates—a single-family villa surrounded by tulips of various colors. .

However, neither Raul nor Irene guessed what kind of fantastic scene they would be greeted when they set foot on the gravel path leading to the villa.

"Dear gentlemen, and oh, and a lovely lady, welcome to the land of the Phantom of the Opera."

Irene swears that she has never seen such a grand magic in all her memories—accompanied by the polite and warm greeting from the owner of the villa, the lush sea of ​​flowers deepens gradually... Finally, after the sudden visit of guests His eyes merged into a deep night.Yes, it was just a moment to take a deep breath, and the clear blue sky of Provence was swallowed up by night, as far as her eyes could reach.

Irene has tried her best to overestimate the genius of her mentor, but she is still not prepared for this miracle that is better than Moses' division of the sea. There is no doubt that she was deeply shocked together with Raul.

"Guests who have come from afar, why do you stop here? Is it because you are worried that the dinner I prepared is not rich enough?" In the dead silence, the flowers withered, and the dark green branches and leaves bore numerous fruits.

"Or is the etiquette not grand enough?" The fruit fell, countless birds flew to snatch the food, and the bright feathers formed the most gorgeous welcome guard of honor under the night.

"Or is the show not interesting enough?" The birds fought with red eyes, their feathers fell off, their limbs were broken, and blood flowed... The blood-stained grass showed the fangs of hell ghosts to people for the first time.

"Ah, I see." The mysterious voice was suddenly tinged with a smile.The next moment, the temporary servants hired by Viscount Shani fell to the ground and screamed shrillly—flying rocks from nowhere pierced their knees, and the gurgling blood reflected the dark sky, causing many eerie and terrifying scenes. Terrifying reverie.

"Look, all the servants have been taken care of - now you can go to the feast in peace." The joy in that voice was so obvious, like an ignorant child squandering cruel innocence.

"Enough! Enough! You cruel devil! Do you think you can frighten me like this?" Irene was still at a loss for this turning point of heaven and hell. Saber rushed into the dangerous villa.The sweetness of blood mixed with the fragrance of flowers and fruits fermented into a weird smell in the nasal cavity.

The mentor seemed emotionally unstable. If he went out to ask for help now, who knew whether Raul would be able to wait for rescue.Irene reluctantly found a reason for herself, suppressed the vague feeling of boredom in her chest, carefully avoided the broken fruit and corpses on the ground, and walked towards the villa with Miss Alice's usual graceful posture.

"Ah, Mr. Enthusiasm, thank you in any case for your hospitality."

Unsurprisingly, the villa's exquisitely patterned gate slowly closed behind her. Irene looked carefully at the ornately decorated living room. She really couldn't imagine how the teacher turned the Garden of Eden carefully prepared by Raul for his lover into a living room within a few days. own home field.

"Christine, Christine! Are you here?" On the other side, Raul has quickly searched the entire first floor, and skillfully stepped on the long spiral staircase to the second floor.Irene guessed that this was because the villa was originally prepared for Christine or because there was not enough time, the instructor did not make too many changes to the overall layout here.

Maybe it's because she hasn't calculated her existence. Although the various organs in the villa are sophisticated and ingenious, they are not concealed enough.Moreover, the details inevitably revealed some small habits that she had developed when teaching her in the past.Irene stroked the small button on the corner of the long table that could immediately stop some organs, unwilling to admit that she was secretly happy.

"Dear friends, are you satisfied with today's dinner?" When the last dessert dish automatically sank under the long table, the mysterious voice entered the ears of the guests again.

"The dishes are indeed rich enough - I hope it's not the last supper." Irene wiped her lips with a napkin folded into a triangle, and replied in a smooth tone.As for Raul, after the hoarse growling and cursing, he finally began to express his resistance in silence.

"The Phantom's Paradise is wonderful, lovely lady, rest assured, Eric will make sure you feel right at home."

Miss Alice kept a cheerful smile on her face, but her heart was full of bitterness: Sure enough, the unplanned reunion was not just a surprise.

"Maybe I can trust you? After all, you remind me of an old friend of mine now." The girl focused her eyes on the direction of the spiral staircase intentionally or unintentionally, her tone was a little subtle, "But he is more careful than you in hiding too much."

"Really? That's really a coincidence—you just happen to make me feel very kind." The owner of the villa didn't seem to fully agree with Irene's statement. "But why should I hide?"

This should be the first time I have felt the phantom's malice so directly and completely, as an unwelcome visitor.Irene quietly watched Raul rush towards the stairs with the excitement of finding the target, and then tripped over the sudden protruding mechanism thorns on the ground, and was forced to crawl at the feet of the thin figure at the top of the stairs.

The man was really too thin—even in his well-crafted black suit and calfskin shoes of the same color, he looked more like a vindictive martyr than a handsome gentleman.

However, this is actually not surprising at all.After a flash of astonishment, Irene thought casually—before she came here by accident, she had suspected more than once: If the phantom is only deformed, even if the deformity is disgusting enough to make him look like a demon A descendant of a descendant, a cold and strong mask is enough to cover up all the original sins, how could it force him to live in isolation, and even lose Christine, the only fire in this cold life, so that the feelings of genius almost rot together with the cold underground palace .It wasn't until she was urged to go back to the original novel by her growing fascination with the Phantom, that she found a reasonable explanation from the intimidating and boastful description of the set worker Joseph Bouguer.

"That ghost is very thin, almost as thin as a stick, and his black clothes look empty and wobbly. The deep-set eyes can't see if there are eyeballs, but like two black holes on the skull. The skin against the bones is like The skin of the drum was taut, not pale, but a chilling sallow. His nose was almost hollow, and his face without it was even more terrifying. Three or four strands of brown hair hung on his forehead, and behind his ears were It's thick as a beast's hair."

Well, now Irene can confirm that what the middle-aged man who often speaks out loud is true, and such a deformed appearance is indeed the best excuse for the worldly mediocrity to surpass the Phantom—after all, not everyone is lucky Know what kind of genius soul resides in that incomplete body.

Thinking of this, Irene couldn't help feeling a little thankful for the extraordinarily dark night that night—the phantom just prepared all the favors that day, and took the initiative to show up to meet his bad student.But she was distraught by the difficult decision to leave the opera, and then so flattered that her usual good eyesight and memory were of little use, and her first impressions of her tutor were limited to a scribbled white fake Face and gripping footsteps.At that time, I shouldn't have had the chance to look offensive.The girl recalled uncertainly.

you ask now?After all, the honing of the past three years will not be in vain.What's more, although Irene really doesn't want to admit it, if she is not shocked by the majesty and mystery of the Phantom, the extremely thin instructor standing in a spacious and bright villa really looks like a stubborn monkey who steals the master's clothes. It looks a little pathetic and a little funny.

"Dear sir, you have already shown us your supreme power." Irene didn't look at Raul's shameful and angry expression, but accurately intercepted the Phantom's Banga lasso.

"Alice!" Facing the more tricky angle of the noose attacking again, the young man got up as quickly as possible, trying to protect his sister.

"Don't be too nervous, brave gentlemen." Phantom heard the girl's gentle and sweet voice, saw her clear green eyes rippling with rich warmth, because she was confronting him, the warmth seemed to fall on his heart Bai's mask even seemed to have pierced through his bluffing mask, pouring heavily towards him.He couldn't stop his heart from feeling a kind of warm joy, like reuniting with an intimate old friend after a long absence, full of complaints about her long-lost news, all of which have been separated by time and space without any change The tacit understanding disappeared.

Phantom certainly understood the root of this illusion, but it was already hard for him to convince himself to swing the lasso at the girl again, especially when she looked at him without hesitation—those clear green eyes danced Looking at the arrogant flames he was familiar with, even the blazing deep in his eyes was very similar to the strange child in his memory.At a certain moment after seeing her clearly, Phantom even thought: If that cunning little thing had survived the commotion back then, he would be as old as this girl now.Oh, yes, the kid seemed to have said before that she was going to save up to make a barott-style gown for her bar mitzvah, presumably like the beige dress this girl is wearing, which is lavishly laced with lace.

"Tell me your name, ma'am." Finally, Phantom put away the dangerous dark brown lasso with an unpredictable expression.

"Alice, Alice Muller Shani... If you don't mind, you can call me Ai Ni." The girl's voice was extraordinarily soft, even mixed with a little expectation that she dared not express clearly, almost like a red-light district The wandering warbler is looking forward to the redemption of a benefactor; it seems that the heroic girl who cut the lasso easily before is just another person who looks like her.Erin wasn't even sure in what frame of mind she was in to add that last sentence.

The slightly similar syllables made Phantom's memories more turbulent - he thought: "Irene" could also be nicknamed "Aine", and "Mule" as a middle surname in France has not yet spread to the point where it can be seen everywhere .

"Ha, lovely lady, your name is so beautiful too... Now, we can play an interesting game." The majestic instructor hasn't learned how to hide his embarrassment, and there are many words in his charming voice. A bit of seemingly dangerous anger.Of course, only Irene holds such a view.

"It seems that we have to play the game in the venue you provided. So, to be fair, how about we choose the rules of the game?" Miss Alice gently relaxed Raul's tight shoulders, her smiling eyes It was firmly fixed on the phantom's white mask or the pair of dark eyes behind the mask.

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