[The Phantom of the Opera] Redemption

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Title: [The Phantom of the Opera] Redemption

Author: Xu Jing

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Meeting Christina, Eric thought it was the light, lighting up his sky.

In fact, it was fire that would only lead him to despair.

When that person finally arrives, everything is turned upside down.

All in all, this is an inspiring story of a man who won the ghostly heart from Moriarty in the 19th century.

CP: Mitchell X Eric.

The author has something to say. This article synthesizes the novel version of "Phantom of the Opera" and "Detective Sherlock Holmes"

In addition, the phantom's beauty will be restored in the later stage, it is definitely HE.

Content tags: Western classics Romance in a foreign country infinite flow suspense reasoning

Search keywords: Protagonist: Michelle, Eric | Supporting actors: Christina, Raoul, Sherlock Holmes | Others: The Phantom of the Opera

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☆, Paris Opera House

In a high-end restaurant in Paris, two men are sitting on a table with red roses, which is one of the best positions in the restaurant. From their angle, they can just comfortably hear the high-pitched voice of the actress Her voice, and her beautiful figure.They are one tall and one short, one fat and one thin.

Even though the singer was singing hard all the time, his gaze was still on table No. 8. After all, it was very strange to see a surprisingly handsome man, especially now that there was a short, ugly man sitting opposite him. The old man with a big belly made this feeling even stronger.

Sensing the gazes around him, the short man proudly patted his stomach, drank a big sip of red wine, and said, "Mr. Mitchell Bartlet, I really shouldn't have accepted your invitation today. Look, Their eyes, I can guarantee that as long as you smile at them, they will give you everything!"

He gulped down the medium-rare steak on his plate, Mitchell took a sip of the red wine, put down his glass, looked at him, and sighed softly, "But, these people don't include you, right? Mr. Charlie Matthew. I don't have any other intentions today, I just treat you to a meal."

As he said, the corners of his mouth slightly bent, his eyes became hotter and hotter, "Look, they are all the same, just seeing a skin, but this is also my advantage, as long as you take a serious look at them , no matter what it is, I have everything at my fingertips. I am full of gratitude. If it weren't for them, I would not be able to live in such a chic way. Therefore, when dealing with people who will pay you, you always need to be more patient .”

A flash of surprise flashed across Charlie Matthew's face, and after that, his attitude became more sincere, and he called the waiter casually, "Give this gentleman a fresh lobster, alone."

Before waiting for Mitchell Bartley to say anything, he immediately said earnestly: "Mr. Bartley, although this is not the best restaurant, but the essence of French cuisine is here, please be sure to try this place Please don't say you can't eat any more of the lobster, so a little steak is totally for a 12 year old girl. Besides, you will always find a place for this lobster, like, cop. The head of the hall came to the opera house, even if the inside is already crowded, they will still try to squeeze out a good seat for him, that's all."

Bartley rolled his eyes, smiled suddenly, and said happily: "Your analogy is really vivid. Regarding this aspect, you are an authority, and I believe it." He changed his voice and said suddenly: " I really can't understand why your family doctor is so persistent in wanting to control your diet. IMHO, controlling a person's diet is like putting a rope around a person's neck In fact, what fun is there in life? Besides, after working so hard to lose such a round belly, will those nobles treat you differently? Their eyes have been slanted from the beginning Yes, only by giving them a lesson, they will be a little bit more human."

He paused, and politely took the plate from the waiter's hand. A whole lobster was quietly lying on it. Bartlett generously tipped the waiter ten francs, and picked up the plate on the table. The hammer, the precise hammer hit the lobster, and the shell broke. "Just give them a fatal blow, and they will do it like this, laying out their fragile white flesh and being slaughtered. That's why I left England and came to Paris."

Bartley didn't speak, but contentedly sprinkled seasoning on the snow-white lobster meat, took a bite slowly, and exclaimed: "It's really delicious, it's rare in the world."

For some reason, Charlie Matthew's face was a little embarrassed. He tried his best to suppress his true emotions. If he broke out, he would be led away by this man. He absolutely cannot allow such a thing to happen!He glanced at the lobster meat, and said pointedly: "This is the enjoyment that only the upper class can enjoy."

"Oh, of course." Bartley took another sip leisurely, "The definition of an upper-class person now is different from the previous one. As long as you have money, you are an upper-class person. This is the reality of this world. Those who keep up will become food and be devoured by others."

The atmosphere suddenly froze, and for a while, only the sound of the knife slicing across the plate, creaking a few times, was extremely ear-piercing, the men around seemed to see some advantage in themselves, and showed a... With an expression of contempt, he raised his chest slightly.Bartley threw the table knife aside casually, and leaned on the back of the chair, "It's just a tool, but now it's become a tool to restrict me. How can there be such a reason in this world!"

He vaguely scanned the people around who had gained an inexplicable sense of superiority, and approached Charlie Matthew, "These people are like this, no matter how you please them, as long as there is a little misconduct, you will be driven into the endless abyss, people People are eager to step on you, as if they will become noble. But, on the contrary, as long as you have money, no matter how extraordinary things you do, there are many people who will help you. You whitewash and pretend to be peaceful, and continue to succeed, this is the benefit of money."

There seemed to be a faint red light flashing in the depths of his eyes. Bartley sat back in his seat, sorted out the untidy clothes, and said gently: "Since you are in Paris, you should take a good look around. I heard that the voice of Carlotta at the Paris Opera is very beautiful, I bought a ticket for tonight, we just go to relax and let "Faust" clear our minds."

Not long after arriving at the theater, Carlotta, who was dressed up, walked over graciously, took Charlie Matthew's arm very affectionately, and complained half-truthfully, "Oh, dear Mr. The people are really too ignorant, I just asked to add a little more lines to my lines, and then, I just changed my costumes a little bit, I am now a popular soprano in Paris..."

She still wanted to continue complaining endlessly, but suddenly found that the handsome young man with Mr. Charlie Matthew had stopped at Christina Dae who was looking around the stage at some point. She just helped her sing a small role in the play, but she became famous instantly. Did she think that she could match up with these powerful people by virtue of her appearance from the slums? Wishful thinking!

Carlotta immediately stopped his nonsense, and turned around slightly, just in front of Bartley, "Sir, I don't know your name yet, and Mr. Matthew Come here together, it must be..."

Mitchell took two steps back without showing his expression, and said politely: "Bartley, Mitchell Bartley, a doctor who stayed in Paris for a short time, but if you want to see me as a A businessman is also appropriate. Miss Carlota is indeed as beautiful as the rumors say."

Women always like to listen to good words, especially good words from handsome and unrestrained men, which will always stir the sensual string in their minds. Carlota bent over with a flirtatious style pulling his skirt, happy Said: "Then, please look forward to my trio in the prison scene and the last scene." She walked back to the stage contentedly, and the theater staff walked behind her, looking deeply relieved. .

Following the usher, they went upstairs and sat in box No. 7. Mitchell seemed to inadvertently asked, "I remember I wanted to book box No. 5, but you said that box has already been booked out. , However, when I came up, I didn’t see any sign of anyone inside.”

The usher's face turned green in an instant, and he tried to maintain his composure, "This... this... sir, this is one... one..."

It was actually Charlie Matthew who helped him out, "It's a tradition in their theater. Box No. 5 of the VIP seats here has never been sold to the public." He turned around and went out without even bothering to take the tip.

"Actually, there has always been a legend in this theater. It is said that there is a theater ghost living here. He controls the place. As long as someone doesn't like him, he will punish that person. It's just a legend, like There are no strange stories in such a house, so don’t pay too much attention to it.”

Charlie Matthew obviously sneered at the fear of those people, and Mitchell followed him to other questions. He took out his handkerchief and covered his nose, "The smell of perfume on that young lady is still It's so suffocating, I can barely feel it."

"Haha..." Matthew patted him on the shoulder heartily, "It's the most convenient to be with these women, as long as you give her a little, they will give up their hearts, once there is a problem, getting rid of them is easy. This is what I like about them, simple and easy to control."

"Then, it's also possible to change another candidate. I found a good choice." Mitchell stood in the box, looked at the innocent girl, and looked enviously at the radiant lead actor on the stage, "Young, beautiful , ambitious, and more importantly, her voice is very charming, much better than that old celebrity. A rising star, just needs a little investment..."

"No." Matthew refused without even thinking about it, "That girl looks beautiful, but she really can't be touched. They are too stubborn. If they go all the way to the end, it's just endless trouble. Bartley, you still have to look Cultivate more, are you interested in her?"

The author has something to say: finally opened a new article, so happy.

☆、The Phantom of the Opera House

"Of course not." Mitchell sat down, "I don't have the slightest liking for this fragile luxury, it's just a burden, but if she turns into a corpse lying in front of me, I might feel more pity for her. "

When female singers who are proficient in high notes exhaust their last bit of strength before they die, they make a last mournful cry that pierces the sky in the world, such dazzling, this is the most perfect performance in their lives.Compared with this kind of perfection, their performances at this time are just moaning without illness, just like a pool of stagnant water, life is the most beautiful sound of eternity.

The opera soon began. When the famous baritone Carlorus Fonta had just finished singing Dr. Faust's first cry to the gods of hell, Charlie Mathieu raised the corners of his mouth proudly, "Fonta's singing is better than before, but he still has a slight mistake, unlike Carlotta, who can create the most beautiful timbre, the most difficult chorus, the most tactful melody and the most Excited rhythm, unmatched precision."

Mitchell bowed slightly, "Then I'm really looking forward to it." Soon the first scene was over, and Barrett sat leisurely in a chair, took out a small pot of chocolates from his suit pocket, and swallowed a In his mouth, it seemed that this sweet and slightly bitter thing could clear his mind.

The characters and the scenery wandered around like a horse on a horse, and suddenly, the girl appeared, like an elf who had fallen into the mortal world, and Sylbert appeared on the stage, and her voice was completely angelic.The most important thing is passion. The surging emotion makes her singing sublimate in the soul. Unlike Carlotta, she is just a precise machine.

Even though she is only a small supporting role, the whole scene is completely in her hands, no wonder Carlota has been telling her all the time, all this girl needs is a chance, a chance for her to become a heroine, once is enough , she will definitely become the most dazzling new star in Paris.

Time flies so fast in a beautiful singing, Christina's part is over soon, she quickly walked off the stage, suddenly, Mitchell heard, in the next room, box 5, a gentle man The voice, his voice is so beautiful, just talking, it can be compared to those so-called tenors who have worked hard for ten years.He said gently, "Thank you, Mrs. Geary."

That voice hooked his heart like a cat's paw. Rather than saying that he was a proud cat, it was better to say that he was a purebred dog with noble blood who had been wandering for a long time, proud and inferior.Suddenly, such thoughts flooded into Mitchell's mind, and he felt quite appropriate.

That is the voice of the mysterious theater ghost. Do they know that he has such a beautiful voice, and they are a little excited.

He still sat in his seat calmly, after listening to Carlota's singing.I gave my applause in a timely manner, "Mr. Matthew, Ms. Carlotta's voice is really wonderful. Today is undoubtedly another wonderful performance. I think Ms. Carlota must very much hope to see you in her dressing room flowers."

Mitchell winked at him ambiguously, and Matthew patted him on the shoulder boldly, saying: "My friend, Barrett, I know that your nose is more delicate and weak than a woman's skin, for your health, You will need to spend the next time alone, so you won’t feel lonely.”

"Tonight's concert was so wonderful, I touched a little bit about the direction of my research breakthrough, and the work after enjoying the wonderful performance is even more enjoyable, so I will excuse you first." He put on his coat, put on In a polite manner, he politely pushed open the door of the box.

There is no one in the corridor, and the boxes on the right are all going down the stairs on the other side. Fortunately, except for the guests next to them, other boxes with people are quite far away from here, that is to say, it is difficult for them In the dark, it was judged whether he entered the No. 5 or No. 7 box.

Mitchell checked himself. Wearing leather gloves of moderate thickness, he quickly flashed into the door, as if there was another world after that.

and its mundane.

There is no difference between this box and other boxes, the same non-descript tables and chairs, even the placement is exactly the same, except for a marble column between the box and the front stage.The exterior of the pillar was finely crafted, and it looked the same, except for one thing, which was a bit too big, and it was more than enough to accommodate two people inside.

Mitchell laughed suddenly, he reached out and tapped the pillar twice, it was hollow.It seems that Mr. Phantom is not a real ghost, and the living will always leave traces.

He wandered around the opera house contentedly. It doesn't matter if you don't know the specific drawings for such a building. As long as you start walking, there is always a beginning and an end.Mitchell took off his coat and changed it to a black fabric. With the cover of the weak candlelight, he successfully hid himself in the darkness.

When people focus, they seldom pay attention to the surrounding situation, especially a shadow passing by in a dark corner. Many people tend to regard it as a ghost, which is just some It's just a small skill. If you add a little mechanism, this kind of deception will be seamless.

He felt that he was walking all the time. He walked through almost every passage on the ground in the opera house. His position was constantly changing. People who walked along the wall could always see many different places, for example, some hidden places. The secret door can take you quickly through this building.

At this time, it was already 12 o'clock in the middle of the night, and he had just heard the dull sound of the bell striking not far away half a minute ago. He glanced at his pocket watch, and the second hand had just rotated more than half of the dial.The theater is extremely quiet, and every breath seems to be clearly audible. On the fifth floor and above, you can hear the rustling sounds of some actresses turning over in their dreams, as well as the management's deliberately lowered voices. Sound, they are summing up today's income, the two sit opposite each other, discussing some private issues.

There was only one place, and that place was special. Mitchell deliberately changed the way he walked, like a cat gently stepping on the grass, carefully landing his feet, trying not to make any noise.At the end of the corridor, only one room was still lit, and Mitchell was absolutely sure that this was the place he wanted to find.That's it.

Step by step, the original blurred voice gradually became clearer, that wonderful man's voice, he was bewitching, "Your voice is really wonderful, you have completely overcome your shortcomings, your shortcomings, my dear , you are almost there, have you seen your destination?"

Then there was Christina's distorted voice due to excitement, "It's all because of you, music angel, you brought me to a new life, your music is so beautiful, I..."

"You have done well enough. I believe you can do better. You need a good rest now. Go to sleep first. I will come here again at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning. Go and rest." After that , the sound never appeared again.

Mitchell pressed his ears firmly against the wall. After a long time, the smile on his face became more and more obvious. Sure enough, he heard the shallow footsteps that ordinary people could not capture, even though it was as light as a footstep. He still heard the slight sound of a man who was skinny to less than 100 catties stepping on the soft cotton.

Mitchell quietly stuffed a piece of paper on the door. Under the night, the tired girl closed the door of the dressing room without knowing it, and staggered towards her room.

With a slight push, the door opened. Mitchell stuffed the paper back in place to ensure that the door would not close. He paced around the room and observed. Suddenly, he noticed the oversized dresser in front of him. Mirror, he groped carefully on that mirror, waiting.If the force is applied to the spring from one end of the room, the lever is not easily actuated, but at the other end, a direct operation of the lever can turn the mirror in a split second.

After a while, just a little more time, you will see the mirror lift up a few millimeters, and then rotate a few millimeters from left to right, which means that the support shaft is working, and the mirror will turn immediately.Suddenly, the mirror started to rotate, and it was this rotation that brought him from the dimly lit room into the boundless darkness in an instant.

Immediately, Mitchell stopped still. He obediently raised his hand and presented himself in front of him in a defenseless state. Unexpectedly, the ghost hadn't left yet. Yes, He was standing right behind Mitchell, carrying a weapon. Mitchell could clearly feel the faint chill coming from the person standing behind him.

Mitchell raised his hands high, feeling that he should break the deadlock first, he tentatively asked: "This is not my intention, spying on your privacy, I am just an ordinary tourist who lingers in the Paris Opera House, is this really true?" It is a great building. Then, I happened to hear your voice, it was so wonderful, I couldn't help entering here, wanting to find where you are."

His voice was piercingly chill, and his words were death, "How did you find the mechanism on the mirror."

Mitchell's voice was actually a bit playful, "I've always been a fan of mechanisms. This is the simplest type of secret door in the world. It uses a very ancient mechanism, like Taibe's Palace of Hundred Gates, Ecbatana's Royal House, and Delph's Triangle Hall, etc. I've made two at home myself, and it's the most convenient when you want to hide something. "

☆, out-of-control gluttony

Something slowly tightened and made a rattling sound, it was—"Bonzabu noose!" Mitchell blurted out, and he couldn't help calling out a name, which had been hovering in his heart for too long, never When he walked into this theater, the name that kept coming to his mind: "Eric!"

As soon as the words fell, a strong rope was put around his neck.Mitchell immediately grasped tightly, fighting for a little breathing space for himself, and managed to squeeze out a few words from his mouth, "I... I have been paying attention to you, since you built the palace for the Persians, I I was also fortunate to visit that masterpiece, and after knowing that you were hunted down by the Persians, I have been watching you in the dark, and I came here because I heard about your tracks."

The rope was a little loose, and Mitchell coughed hard, "Ahem..., your strength is really amazing, you are so thin." He took Eric's hand, and slowly lifted his neck from the piece. Moved out of the sharp weapon.

Finally, he saw Eric's face face to face. He only showed his smooth forehead, and the rest of his face was hidden in a weird mask.Mitchell skillfully picked up a frivolous tone, and put it on Eric's shoulder familiarly, "Don't be so nervous, I'm not jealous of geniuses, I just want to build a world with you Great building, full of wonderful ideas, I have been looking for you for this thing, only you can complete it in this world. The location is in Switzerland..."

Eric was silent, turned around suddenly, he was about to leave.Mitchell shouted from behind: "Do you want to stay in this gloomy underground for the rest of your life, and then look up to those so-called beautiful women for the rest of your life?! Eric, you are destined to shine, and the life of a mortal is not suitable for you , that girl is not good enough for you!"

Mitchell caught up with him in two steps, grabbed his hand firmly, and said word by word: "This kind of superficial singer, perhaps, Christina Dahae is not exactly the same as them, but , they always care about the most superficial things, she will not accept you, in front of her, you will never be able to become a person. Eric!"

His voice seemed to be sighing, "Eric, Christina will fall in love with you who are talented, as her musical angel, but will never fall in love with you who are ugly!"

Those words were like a sharp sword constantly cutting through Eric's heart, cutting it bleeding, but it won't stop!It's still going on! "Eric, you have to see clearly, that little girl belongs to the light. She will only love the glamorous aristocrats. It is impossible for her to stay with you in this dark underground castle. Open your eyes and give up your illusion."

Mitchell's hand firmly reached out to Eric's face, and he quickly lifted his mask with lightning speed, and the terrifying scene was completely displayed in front of him, as if it had been air-dried Hundreds of years old skull, five black holes for eyes, nose and mouth emanating extreme anger, the two black holes for eyes have no gaze.

Eric howled and roared: "Satisfied, you can finally be satisfied, you can give up your lies. Come on, what, did I scare you? It's possible!...Did you think that I still have a mask? Do you think that other people's descriptions of me are just dangerous, talkative, sensational. "

Mitchell calmly touched his face with his hands, his muscles were like dead people, without the slightest elasticity.He just slowly groped his face little by little, not letting go of any corner, and after a long time, he sighed, "The light here is really too dim, I can only rely on the light of my fingertips." Only the sense of touch can barely feel the details on your face, let's make an appointment to come to my house, and I will help you take a closer look."

"Look at my ugly face, are you trying to make fun of me?" Eric became emotional again.

Mitchell replied as politely as possible: "I'm a doctor. I haven't seen a situation like yours before. There are many more terrifying scenes. Those deformed children are the ones that really challenge your visual limit. People There is such a day, it's just sooner or later. You just showed the scene of death prematurely while you were alive."

Eric didn't want to continue entangled with this man here anymore, he turned around and wanted to leave, Mitchell stood firmly in front of him, and said softly in a seductive tone: "Do you want Restoring your true appearance, your face is that when you were young, a fire completely destroyed your facial muscles, nerves, and its ugliness can only increase day by day. But, do you know?"

Mitchell's hand gently moved across his face, more delicate and gentle than his mother's hand, Eric couldn't help listening to him continue, "If, without that fire, you would be an extremely handsome The shape of your skull and the proportions of your face are extremely perfect. As long as you have healthy and elastic skin, you are a perfect man like Apollo. Handsome, genius, that Christine Na will definitely fall in love with you, willing to kiss your toes."

"So..." Eric followed his voice involuntarily, "Are you willing to believe me, believe that I can restore the face you should have."

Before Eric could react, Mitchell quickly stuffed a small note into his hand, and whispered in his ear: "Friday, 18 Vincennes Street, Bartley The mansion is looking forward to your visit, I promise, I will make you feel at home."

He accurately found the switch button next to the wall, and the next moment, the thick wall turned, and he returned to the human world.A wall separates the difference between heaven and earth.

Even back in her room, Christina still has a great sense of vertigo, is this true, I sing so well on stage, he led me to places I never imagined field of.All kinds of thoughts collided in her mind, she thought that she would toss around until dawn, but when her head touched the pillow, she fell into a drowsy sleep.

It wasn't until the sun was shining on her face that Christina jumped up like a fire. It was already 8 o'clock, and she immediately rushed out of bed, put on whatever clothes she wanted, and ran towards her dressing room.

An inexplicable music floats in the small dressing room. It is long and beautiful. It is Lazar’s low voice when he hears the call of Jesus and opens his eyes to see the first sun. His singing is also so wonderful.

Christina couldn't help but took two quick steps, pushed open the door, and said in a very reverent tone: "Sorry, I'm late, I was so excited about everything yesterday, I I can clearly feel the cheers of the audience, they are excited for my singing, this feeling is simply wonderful. The dormant passion and devotion in my life were ignited, and I actually overcame my weakness all the time !"

The voice chuckled, "Christina, you can do better. This is far from your limit. One day, you will shock the whole of Paris."

His voice started to sound again, this time it was high pitched, that voice that seemed to penetrate the sky, brought her to heaven, this is not a tone that can be heard in the world.She couldn't help singing the chorus in person, like the most devout believer kneeling in front of the god statue to offer her soul and everything about herself.Oh God, if he wants to take me, let him do it.

This morning was so beautiful, so fleeting, Christina desperately absorbed the knowledge he taught like a sponge, and before she knew it, the voice had left.

It took Christina a long time to come back to her senses, standing in the empty corridor feeling lost, she tried to open her throat, but she couldn't make the same sound no matter what.She showed a smile to herself, Christina, you have to be content, God can't give you everything, with such an angel by your side, you need to be content.

At the Bartlett Mansion on Vincennes Street, Charlie Matthew stuffed food into his mouth. He had already eaten a whole roast chicken in the morning, and it was stuffed with soft mashed potatoes. fresh prawns.Matthew scratched the mashed potatoes with a spoon and ate half of them in a few strokes. He swallowed the food in his mouth and said with emotion: "Now I really understand. Last night, you ate the food in that restaurant." Not much joy, Bartley, you have the best chef in Paris here!"

He suddenly laughed loudly, and said with satisfaction: "I was hesitant at first, whether I should live in your house or not, but now it seems that I have earned it. With today's breakfast, I will stay with you even if I am Lai." Stay a few days longer."

"That's good." Mitchell smiled slightly, and took a small sip of the milk tea in his cup, "It's a bit boring to live here alone, I just heard that Earl Shani and his younger brother Shani The Viscount booked tickets for the Paris Opera House on Friday, and I also booked tickets for the box next to them. We can enjoy it together again, and maybe that lovely lady will appear again. And Miss Carlotta. My sister will definitely be more beautiful and moving."

Matthew continued to eat the food on his dinner plate, "Let's talk about this matter until Friday, but can you bring me some more, this mashed potato, this is the first time in my life that I have eaten such a delicious mashed potato , and it’s the first time I’ve eaten so satisfyingly in so many years.”

The smile on Mitchell's face became more and more sincere, "Eating too many potatoes is not good for your stomach. My chef has just cooked vegetable soup and seasoned it with clam meat. You should drink a little."

The author has something to say: Excessive appetite can be fatal.Please be careful with it.

☆, intersecting roads

Charlie Matthew took a sip of the thick, thick soup, and then began to wreak havoc again, like a complete glutton.Eat, eat as much as you want, the more you eat, the faster the countdown of life will go, enjoy the last madness of life to the fullest.

And then, Charlie Matthews' money would flow into the hands of Moriarty, London's rising criminal genius, who was young and capable enough to just need time and money.And that would be the starting capital for crime, so there's always someone to sacrifice for the great cause.

In the end, Mitchell went to the opera house alone, and Charlie Matthew left in a hurry with a panicked expression, as if he had already noticed some serious accident.Maybe it was his wife who died...by not.fame?He has always wanted that old and ugly wife to give up the position of Mrs. Matthew, and this time he got his wish.

Moriarty started his operation. What kind of masterpiece will this time be? The stupid policemen must think this is just suicide. Their eyes have never been better.sad.

The location of this box is very good. On the right is Eric's box No. 5, and on the left is the Earl of Charny. His thin and delicate younger brother is standing beside him, but his face is not clear