The Phantom of the Opera Music Angel

"Are you really going?" Darlene's eyes were full of worry.

Eric smiled at her reluctantly: "Don't worry." Let her help him tidy up his clothes, "I'm prepared, if something happens, I will smash that big chandelier."

Darlene smiled at him, too.

Of course, she was also prepared, and if she had to, she would kidnap that Mr. Viscount.

Hand him a note.

"Don't kill Piinghi. He's been good to Carlotta."

Eric remembered that day, when he pointed his sword at Carlotta, the fat man who stood in front of the sword.nodded.

"it is good."

"Darlene," he called her name, holding her face in both hands, "if I succeed, will you bless me?" There was a little flash in his deep eyes, full of expectation and joy. The cruelest tenderness.

If he succeeds, where should she go?Would Kristen want another girl to live with them?He didn't dare to think about it.How could he be willing to lose her after cuddling each other for so many years?

Darlene's cool fingertips touched his lips.

Don't say it, Eric.

In her black eyes, there are turbulent waves in the tranquility.

I never believed that light and darkness could be separated.

If you go to the world of light with her, please leave your dark kingdom to me intact.

You will come back eventually.

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A group of policemen strode into the opera house, and the leading police officer ordered: "Have you remembered your mission?"

"Yes, sir."

"Stay at your post after hearing the whistle, and keep an eye on the gate," the police officer said with a smile to Raul after finishing his instructions, "Viscount, is that okay?"

Raul nodded, stopped a policeman and asked, "Can you see Box No. [-] clearly from the orchestra pit?"

"Yes, sir." The young policeman answered with certainty.

"Okay." Raul nodded in satisfaction, and said, "Remember, wait for the right moment! You can shoot only as a last resort, but it must be a fatal blow!"

"Will Miss Daye agree to sing?" Fomin asked anxiously.

"Don't worry." Raul was very calm, "She will."

The police officer busily ordered his subordinates to guard all the entrances and exits. Just as they reported the situation one by one, a deep and beautiful male voice sounded in the hall.

"The Phantom of the Opera is here waiting."

"The Phantom of the Opera is here waiting."

"I'm here!"

"Welcome!"

"I'm here!"

The young police officer was at a loss and fired directly at box five, but missed anything.Raul reprimanded angrily: "Idiot! I told you to wait for the time!"

"But, Monsieur Viscount, you said..." He panicked and tried to defend himself.

"No but!" Raul slammed his fist on the pillar.

"Only this time, Mr. Viscount is right." The beautiful male voice echoed in the opera house again, with undisguised sarcasm, "My fate will be decided tonight, and I really don't want to end this joke , it is a pity that its charm is exhausted, let the audience enter, and let my opera begin!"

The author has something to say: Hey, why did I inexplicably fall in love with that stupid young policeman?