[The Phantom of the Opera] Redemption

His face was shrouded in shadows, dragging the helpless Ans was like dragging a dead dog, and he was about to die, suddenly lost the blood on which he lived, from birth to now he Never felt so weak.

They won't let it go, even if all the blood in his body and all his remaining value are squeezed dry, their hopes are endless, the best way to cut off their delusions is to not let them have any hope at the beginning, it is also time Get them out of the game completely.

Ans was packed in a sack and thrown at the door of Mitchell's small villa, which was no longer a territory they could step into. It took Mitchell three years to turn it into a small fortress. As long as Eric was inside, he was safe, and Mitchell never took any chances about his safety.

The air this morning was very fresh. It should have been a beautiful day. Eric was still sleeping in a relaxed state. However, at this moment, the drinking water was slightly red with a fishy smell, which was blood.Someone must have fallen by the water source at the door. I really hate it. Since you want to commit suicide, you should do it with determination and unswervingly. As long as there is still a glimmer of hope and a little hesitation in your heart, you should not end it casually own life.

He opened the door and saw a blood-stained sack placed at the door, which was still dripping blood.This amount of blood is not normal, Clark opened the bag with a trace of curiosity, and it contained a person he knew!He quickly observed the surrounding situation, and brought him into the house if there was nothing unusual.

There were no obvious scars on Ans's body. The only thing that was considered fatal was that he lost half of his body's blood, but this was not a problem for vampires at all. Soon you will be alive and kicking again, no matter what kind of blood you have.When Clark's thinking became a little clearer, the smell of pig blood in the bag was so strong that it was unbearable.

Feeling that the people watching around had left, Ans opened his eyes and jumped up: "Everything is as the master said, they successfully accepted my reason for defecting and sent me here, Monitor you, why do they have such confidence in their own grasp?"

"Because idiots always think they can control the whole world." Clark smiled sarcastically, "We have to understand their ignorance, after all, they can only see a small area in front of them. It's fine if you come here, without you With your help, it is difficult for me to let Mr. Eric stay here honestly. Master, this time it really left us with a difficult problem."

"Things can be very simple, can't they?" Ans patted the dirt on his body, opened the door of the basement, and there should be things they need inside, "Just let Mr. Eric meet with the master tomorrow, and then , and let Mr. Eric believe that the master has temporarily transferred to another prison, where we can steal the day, and he will naturally wait quietly for a while. Didn’t the master keep emphasizing that only two months is enough?"

"That's right, as long as it lasts for two months, if they don't set their minds on the soul, no matter how many people they kill in the world, the master will not intervene. Since they have crossed this line, they have to pay for it." The price." Clark opened the inner door of the basement, and a burst of cold air came oncoming.

They looked back, restored the passage to its original state, and continued to walk down. When the third door opened, they finally saw the corpses sleeping peacefully on the ice. Their expressions were extremely peaceful, as they should have been. , they are all dying, and their souls are temporarily trapped in their bodies.Ans quickly found the frozen blood next to him, bit open the glass bottle and poured it into his mouth. The cold liquid brought him great energy. This time, he really came back to life.

"You almost died." Clark said word by word, "You also obviously feel the loss of life, do you still dare to do this?"

Ans lay on his back on the ice, gently stroking a beautiful girl who was sleeping. She had soft brown hair, snow-white skin, and her eyes were like spring, glowing with gentle green Yi, "I am willing to give everything for her. When you take me to the basement, see her, and tell me that you can let her come back, I will go crazy, and I will dedicate everything to her. This is a deal I cannot refuse. Moreover, I understand that on the road of death, Master has gone farther than anyone I know, and he will never let me die."

"Aren't you worried that all of this is a fantasy?" Clark pointed out, "Mitchell Bartley, this person has never left any traces, unlike some organizations with considerable reputation."

"Because I saw it. I saw it in other people's memories, a terrible existence. The description about him, in the 13th century, when the Black Death began to rage here. All my senses tell me that he It's the person in the legend. They can't even break through 150 lifespan, so how can they be compared with the real monster who has lived for so many years without any signs of aging? What I want is to bring her back to life, no matter what kind of existence it is."

"Master will definitely fulfill your wish. What you think in your heart is the easiest thing for Master to do." Clark handed Ans a jar of unknown liquid. "This is for you, because your The mind is clear, and there is no thought of betrayal. It is a good thing. It can keep your lover's body shiny. When she really wakes up, this body. Body can fit her soul, no need to find a new one Container. To borrow the master's words, even the arm you just cut off from your body can't recover after a day, let alone a dead person's body?"

Ans looked at him and said sincerely: "Thank you, this time, I am more sure that I made the right choice."

During dinner, Eric finally woke up with a heavy body. He felt extremely tired, and it was difficult to even get up.Clark quickly brought a rich dinner to his bed, and he firmly persuaded: "Mr. Eric, please protect your body, the master has gone through a long and difficult effort to let your body. His body has somewhat improved, and you must not let his efforts go to waste."

Seeing the delicious food, Eric was tasteless and just stuffed it mechanically. How could he not understand that his sudden falling asleep was the work of the man in front of him, and his allegiance was still Mitchell Bartley, They have always kept something hidden from themselves.Thinking of this, he moved a little, put down the tableware, and signaled Clark to take all these things away.

"Mr. Eric, you need to eat more. You have slept for a day and a night. Now is the time when you need a lot of food. Tomorrow, I have cleared it up and let you meet with the master alone. You don't want the master to be in prison. You have been worrying about your body. He is already too busy to take care of himself. You should know the master's mood best, don't you? Moreover, I brought a person, you must really want to meet, when you finish eating, I will Just let him come over." Clark was neither humble nor overbearing, and stated a condition that Eric could not refuse, they were all the same, and they would always use some tricks to easily achieve their goals.

Eric quickly and mechanically filled his stomach. Just as Clark removed the plate, a man walked in, a man he was somewhat unfamiliar with and had only met a few times.His body is very distinctive, with a hint of hoarseness, a bit cynical, Eric pulled out the name from the depths of his memory, he was a little uncertain, and asked: "Ans? You have been to Switzerland, stayed there..."

"Yes, Mr. Erik, I was helped by Mr. Bartley and stayed in Switzerland for a month. This month's experience has benefited me a lot. I have always been very grateful to Mr. Bartley for giving me a chance to change my destiny , I really want to repay him, and this time I finally have the chance. At the request of Mr. Bartley, I will come to meet you first, so that you can rest assured." Ans cleverly played a somewhat extreme man, Eric I almost got along with him before, and I didn't know his true character, which provided him with great convenience.

He squeezed the hat in his hand nervously, and said quickly: "Tomorrow, I will let you and Mr. Bartley meet alone. Your meeting will be very quiet, and no one will disturb you. It can take about an hour , This is already the limit, and you also know that it is not easy to make those policemen turn a blind eye. After tomorrow, we will need your patience."

Eric almost guessed, are they going to implement a bold plan?He asked calmly, "Are you telling me not to visit Mitchell anymore, but to just wait and see what happens at home?"

"Yes, yes." Anslian replied, "We have prepared two plans. We will change Mr. Bartley to another prison, steal the day and day on the road, and replace Mr. Mitchell. If this method fails , let Mr. Mitchell fake death, and we will transport him out of prison. However, both of these methods require you to wait quietly here for two months, try not to go out, we cannot leave anything to those who have ulterior motives excuses to attack us."