[Phantom of the Opera] In Praise of Iris

From the time Irene confidently instructs Mr. Anonymous to interrogate her deliberately left alive and hunt hares, it is difficult to tell who takes care of whom more in this "romance" of suffering together.However, the two protagonists of the story are enjoying it anyway, so there is no need to worry too much about it.

"Well, my dear Mr. Anonymous, you are really getting more and more interesting." After eating and drinking concentratedly, the girl quickly recovered her energy. Eyes flashed narrowly, "Or, would you rather I call you 'Mr. Mysterious Ghost'?"

"Oh, my kind lady, please stop teasing your poor friend." Mr. Ghost, who had just been "certified" by the enemy's hysteria, looked a little embarrassed, and he fiddled with the original ecology made by the girl himself with a stiff posture. There is not much rabbit meat left on the deadwood grill, and the pale eyes are still the most ignorant and harmless.

"Ha, I think that guy is right, after all, you even use my skirt as a noose." Even if it is not a glorious guess, the girl always has the ability to say it without embarrassing others, " But the second half of his words are too ridiculous—although some people probably do not want us to be safe, but I don't think you have the ability to hold me hostage and complete the difficult escape of thousands of miles."

"Hey, Mr. Phantom!" Irene touched Eric's thin shoulder affectionately, her emerald eyes still kept a relaxed and pleasant look, "That guy said that he and their companions thought we were dead Well, just leave a few old, weak, sick and disabled as a show, and their team found us by chance. I don’t think he’s lying, or we can’t handle it so easily based on our previous state.”

"Maybe everything he said is true?" Eric's silky bass lightly passed over the girl's ears, "Maybe next time you meet someone dressed like that, you can talk to them first... ...Maybe he can be 'rescued'? That's much better than running away like this." It can be seen that the man is trying his best to make himself look happy, but the depressed atmosphere around him has completely betrayed him.

"Who knows whether what he said is true or not!" Irene retorted without thinking, as if the person who analyzed the other's lies just now was not her, "If this is a trick of those unknown people, they just want to deceive me first, and then come again catch you?"

"The most important thing is that I don't remember anything now, so you look more believable." In the end, Irene concluded with this sentence confidently.Eric looked at the girl's smiling green eyes, thought and thought, but still couldn't make up his mind to remind her of the possibility that the unknown person's target was only him.

When the girl is silent, Mr. Ghost is always as quiet as a real ghost.Sometimes the two of them sat and lay down on the semi-wet muddy ground, and Irene looked down at Mr. Ghost's mask and strange bony body that became colder and colder in the moonlight, and felt that the name was more appropriate.But all of this quietly melted away in his deeper and deeper love as time went by.Of course, his soulful pale eyes were also, of course, strangely shaped.

"Mr. Phantom, let's find some cane—my skirt is not so strong." The girl suddenly jumped up and suggested with a smile.When Mr. Phantom heard her mentioning the skirt, he couldn't help but follow her half-grown body in embarrassment - because the gorgeous dress was taken off, now those round, slender and extremely elastic limbs are only connected to the body A small part of her body is hidden in the sapphire blue underwear, while a large piece of milky white skin is exposed/exposed, and because it is too smooth and delicate, the scratches of varying severity left by her escape career are particularly obtrusive.Eric instinctively felt parched.

Of course, Mr. Ghost, who is also on the run, is not much better.In other words, the man with a severely fractured left arm and injured neck was wrapped in tattered black clothes, and a ridiculous pattern of lace-trimmed cloth was wrapped around his neck. He looked much more miserable than the girl up.

"I said, Mr. Phantom, if you still want your neck, you'd better let the little fabric we have left to fix the wound well." Irene didn't care why the man was in a daze, and quickly patted his subconscious mind away. Going to pull the big hand of the "gauze" on the neck, he taught with a dark face.

In fact, what was left was not only the cloth, but also the fresh water that Irene had painstakingly collected. Except for a small amount of drinking water, most of it was used to clean his inflamed wounds from soaking in sea water.Of course, there is also cleaning cloth used as gauze.There are some things that the girl didn't say, but he doesn't know everything.The survival of two people in the wilderness, in addition to the romance that is no longer savored carefully, is more, inevitably, not so touching, embarrassment and bitterness.

But after a long time, Eric will no longer apologize sincerely.In fact, he just maintained a soft expression, humming the tune circling in his mind.

As a result, flowers bloomed from his weird lips, and the girl had already bent her big emerald eyes comfortably, as if she was about to sink into a colorful dream.

"Hey, Mr. Phantom, you can't always be like this..." Irene still tried to struggle, but without exception, except for meaningless muttering, the man's dangerous behavior was lightly let go.

Irene's delicate little hand held a sharpened branch and mercilessly pierced the throat of the living mouth, resulting in this cowardly life, and then hurriedly walked ahead, trying to escape the entanglement of the man's singing, but Mr. Phantom just calmly Casting this self-taught magic until she consciously slowed down and listened carefully—as if it was God’s compensation, Mr. Ghost’s humming was more gentle and melodious than that of any famous actor in the world. The brain is even more lethal.

"Okay, damn Mr. Ghost, I think you don't mind pulling out these vines and roasting them until they are half dry?" The girl finally found a chance to win the game when she reached the destination, a rock wall covered with vines. .

"Ah, my lovely lady, you are so dazzling, like the flowers that are about to cover the rock wall. And this makes me believe that your heart is still pure..."

If she remembers correctly, these nasty words should be used when she paralyzed the enemy recently?However, to be praised by this guy in such a pious tone, how hard-hearted you must be to continue to bully others!Irene secretly patted her blushing cheeks, and squeezed in front of Mr. Ghost as if nothing had happened: "Forget it, by the time you get them off, we've already thrown ourselves into the arms of death."

So in the end, it was still the girl who gave full play to her vigorous skills and wandered on the steep rock wall, carefully cutting rattan suitable for weaving, while a guy with a charming singing voice quietly picked up some dry dead branches not far away, with a gesture of Skillfully build a bonfire.Speaking of it, both of them seem to have a wealth of wandering experience-at the beginning, they caused a lot of trouble due to memory loss and confusion, but now they are more than capable.

It is said that the greatest advantage humans have over most animals is their ability to make and use tools.For a long period of time in the past, relying on her precious instincts and some vague and fragmented memories deep in her mind, the girl has been cautiously relying on the gift of Mother Nature, enabling herself and her companions to survive until now.At this time, she still shrewdly used rattan to weave a strong lasso as Mr. Ghost's more powerful weapon, and the tattered dress she replaced was also fully utilized—Mr. Ghost's fractured left arm finally didn't have to endure the straw straps Perfunctory and relatively well treated.But after the newly picked rattan was stained with the blood of the enemy before it was finished, the two amnesiacs who were satisfied with the "wild life" finally couldn't sit still.

The open and honest conversation was chosen by Irene in the evening of the same day, and the two were at a relatively hidden stronghold in this mountain forest.

"Mr. Phantom, you should have noticed that more and more guys have come to hunt us down recently." The girl's opening remarks were not tactful, but at least she gave her companion some time to sort out her emotions.

"Yes, I think, this is probably because the so-called 'behind the scenes' you mentioned reflected that we are still alive... Perhaps we should have been more cautious at the beginning, such as quietly avoiding those pretenders instead of killing them Destroyed forever." Eric obviously had a premonition of something, even though he tried his best to calm down, the always downcast eyes behind the mask revealed his panic.

"Don't be too nervous, Mr. Phantom." Irene opened her mouth, and still couldn't hold back a word of comfort before sighing softly, "But you have to know that the entire forest without people is only this big. It is already quite dangerous for us to continue to stay here by constantly sending more people. And, if there are no accidents, it will only become more and more dangerous."

"I know, but I really don't want to go to the city those people mentioned..." The advantage of losing memory is that all expressions of feelings become unscrupulous, but the disadvantage is that Eric doesn't know how to describe himself to Irene appropriately Fear of cities, or anything crowded.In fact, during this period of time, when they encountered more and more enemies, that kind of fear emerged from the bottom of his heart, so that he always only dared to hide from a distance and sneak attack the single enemy .God knows how ashamed he was when the girl praised him for being good at grasping opportunities!And the scattered impressions about the "city" he learned from those people made his fear of this thing almost overwhelm his unwillingness to wait for death in the mountains and forests.

The girl's soft voice was still rambling on something, trying to reduce Mr. Ghost's inexplicable resistance to the city.However, in view of the fact that her understanding of the so-called "city" after amnesia is limited to the impression of "human settlements with rich supplies" protruding from the mouth of the enemy, it is obvious that this cannot achieve the expected effect.

"In short, whether you want to see the 'city' or not, we have to go and see it, if you don't want to go on a date with death." Finally, Irene made a final decision.And when Eric saw the girl's indifferent eyes, he knew that this decision could no longer be changed—although Irene was the first to bow to him most of the time, every time it came to such a critical decision, He still habitually obeys the girl's wishes.Or, he was still lucky, hoping that this inexplicable fear was just an illusion caused by his lack of memory.

"Okay, my dear Mr. Phantom, don't make a sad face. At worst, I promise you. I'll go in and have a look. If there is no danger, you can follow me." The girl's voice came again. On her porcelain-like delicate face, light and shadow are clearly defined, but they blend together harmoniously.

The author has something to say: The progress of this article is lagging behind again, and Phantom will recover her memory in the next chapter, please allow the author to make a sad expression QAQ...