dessert and music

Hilda ran up the stairs, terrified.

The cold wind blowing from the roof made her calm down all of a sudden.Panting, clutching her chest, she leaned behind a statue.

Hilda thought of the broken chandelier, and this picture had been replaying in her mind for a long time; she also thought of Carlotta's jaw-dropping "croaks" on the stage.This is a nightmare for an opera singer!Enough to destroy Carlotta's achievements over the past ten years!

But she can only express regret at this, she is only an audience after all.But those critics and aristocrats who have the right to speak will just laugh it off as a joke-the last thing an opera house lacks is fresh blood, isn't it?

Fresh blood——Hilda thought of Christine, a girl who was loved by an angel. Even a person who just came into contact with opera would think how beautiful Christine is and how moving her singing voice is, not to mention those who have heard countless operas. Opera critics.

Hilda leaned against the statue, and suddenly she heard the singing that only belonged to Christine:

"Sayyoulovemeeverywakingmoment say you love me every waking moment

Turnmyheadwithtalkofsummertime

Make me forget my fears with the beauty of summer

Sayyouneedmewithyounowandalways say you need me now and always

Promisemethallyyousayistrue

The words I promise you come from the bottom of my heart

That's all I ask of you"

I don't want anything else

She quietly poked her head out from behind the statue, and saw Christine in the arms of a young man—the blond young man who applauded Christine in "Faust".

The happiness on Christine's face seemed to overflow.Hilda suddenly felt a little dazzling. She hadn't seen this look for a long time. The last time she saw it was before her father abandoned her mother.

Hilda closed her eyes and listened carefully to Christine's singing.She heard a discordant gasp in this beautiful and soft singing, which seemed sad and angry.

"Anywhere you go let me got too

follow you, no matter where you go

Love me

love me

That's all I ask of you"

I don't want anything else

Another chorus of men and women, Hilda thought to herself.But this male voice is a bit thin. Although it is very powerful, you can hear the firmness inside, but it is much inferior to Eric's voice heard in the basement.

"Oh, Raul!" Christine jumped out of the blond viscount's arms happily, "You know I love you!" She paused and said very disturbedly: "I have to go back, or they will come to me again .”

"I'm with you," Raul yelled to her, running after her.Hilda seemed to be able to hear the girl's coquettish laughter and the youth's confession.

It was quiet again on the rooftop.

At this time, a black figure jumped down from the statue, and he saw Hilda standing behind the statue.

"Have you seen enough?" "Huh?" Hilda didn't respond for a while.The black shadow gritted his teeth and asked again: "Have you seen enough?" She felt that the black shadow's tone was very unfriendly.

Just as she was about to turn around, the courage she didn't know where she came from made her ask: "Are you the Angel of Music or the Phantom of the Opera, or are you Eric?"

I don't know which name hurt Eric's heart, he roared: "I am the devil who came to take you to hell!"

Hilda was stunned by Eric's tone, and froze in place.Eric saw her standing there motionless, a nameless fire burning in his chest, he grabbed Hilda's hand and dragged her into the secret passage.

"I warn you," Eric gasped, and said viciously, "if you don't want to end up with any handyman, you can tell people about my ugliness." Hilda was frightened by Eric's series of actions She stopped, her mouth half-opened, looking at Eric's face.

Seeing that Hilda didn't answer, Eric pulled her hard and took her to the ground. He stood in front of a door and said to her softly, "Now, what else do you have to say?" Hilda Da shook his head at him, and Eric smiled, looking satisfied with the answer.

"Oh, my dear Hilda, so that you don't have any regrets. By the way, I'm still grateful for your charity." Eric finished this sentence and pushed Hilda into the door , quickly locked the door.

When Hilda heard that sentence, she was stunned. It turned out that the owner of the gift she had been carefully preparing was not Daloga, but this hell messenger named Eric.

OG!What an obvious abbreviation, how could she not think of it.

Hilda stabilized her mind and looked around. This is a hexagonal room, and the inner walls of the entire room are covered with mirrors.

When she closed her eyes and opened them again, it turned into a forest!

But in the green forest, there is something that is shining and I don't know what it is.Hilda walked into the glowing spot.

It was an iron tree, and she looked up.

She covered her mouth and stared at a rope hanging from above—a rope with dried blood on it was hanging from a tree branch.

There were indeed tortured people in this torture chamber!

It's the laborer!Mrs. Geary mentioned Bouquet to Gus!

Hilda took a step back subconsciously, touching the mirror behind her with her hand. "Ah!" Hilda quickly withdrew her hand, and there was a hot red mark on her palm.

This mirror is so hot!