Chapter 653

It was very different from the quiet feeling backstage.

Sitting in the audience, the musical gave a very spectacular visual experience.

"Such a large dance scene, you can't see it at all in Tokyo!"

Mouri Ran shook Akaso Kaze's arm excitedly.

"But what does it mean? I don't quite understand it."

Akaso Kaze said with a smile: "This story is adapted from Greek mythology."

"Simply put, it's a golden apple that directly sparked a struggle between three goddesses."

"The role of the young man on stage is equivalent to the protagonist who determines the ownership of the golden apple."

"That rich woman is equivalent to Zeus's wife in Greek mythology, and also the goddess with the greatest power in the world; that Rose is playing Venus, the goddess of love and beauty..."

"However, this musical has been adapted; that young man is actually the incarnation of the Archangel Michael..."

Mouri Ran wasn't familiar with the plot; she was just watching for the fun of it.

Akaso Kaze not only explained the characters on stage but also extended the story, which sounded very satisfying, and even Yukiko was fascinated.

Ran's interest was immediately aroused, and her small face turned red.

The performance on stage gradually reached its climax.

The large mirror in the center showed the male lead wearing an angel costume.

A magnificent voice said: "Look, you sorrowful people, my name is Michael."

"Mi, Michael... is that the Archangel?" Ran exclaimed.

Thick smoke rose around the stage, which was the effect created by dry ice.

Rose lay on the ground in front of the mirror, hesitating as she touched the handgun hidden under her skirt.

The actor playing the Archangel Michael was about to leave the troupe; this was his last performance.

Several other girls in the troupe liked the actor, but Rose was different; she liked the character of the Archangel Michael in the play.

Rose was a very dedicated actress; she was even somewhat immersed in the role and couldn't extricate herself.

She had completely regarded herself as Venus and had fallen deeply in love with the Archangel Michael.

Every night, Rose would fantasize about being with a real angel, enjoying god-like happiness.

Now Michael is not going to be an angel, he's going to make movies!

This is simply a kind of degradation that Rose couldn't accept at all.

She took out the handgun and reached out from under the mirror.

As long as she got behind the mirror and fired, she could kill that angel who was about to fall!

Snap.

A hand appeared out of thin air and snatched her handgun.

Right before Rose's eyes, that hand, along with the handgun, disappeared into thin air.

A somewhat familiar voice rang in her ear: "Venus, don't do such a thing; the Archangel has fallen, do you want to be like him too?"

Rose froze; she remembered this voice; it was the man who had just saved her before the performance.

"Mr. Akaso? You, you are really an angel?"

The voice laughed.

"That's right, I am the angel who saves you; don't do anything stupid again."

"Okay, I will obey your command."

Rose answered very obediently.

Huh?

It was settled so easily?

Akaso Kaze had originally prepared for violent suppression.

Mouri Ran had finally watched an opera, and her interest was so high; if it were interrupted at the climax, it would definitely be a lifelong regret.

Seeing that Rose didn't move anymore, Akaso Kaze didn't bother with her.

There was still the Black Organization to keep an eye on.

In the phone booth at the intersection of the old street.

Bourbon was making a call.

The phone rang twice and was hung up.

Bourbon, however, had no special reaction.

After putting the receiver back, he picked it up again and dialed.

"Next, it's time to lure the fish to the hook. But who is the fish?"

A strange smile appeared on Bourbon's lips.

He took a mini tape recorder from his bosom.

The moment the call was connected, he quickly pressed the play button:

"Help, help me! On the old street! That serial killer has appeared, he's chasing me..."

A young woman's terrified cry came from the tape recorder.

After playing this segment, Bourbon didn't even listen to the anxious inquiry on the other end of the phone, walked straight out of the phone booth, and left the receiver hanging there, swinging back and forth.

"Truly worthy of being an Oscar-winning actor."

Bourbon smacked his lips as he walked.

If he didn't know the truth, even he would have thought a woman was being hunted down after listening to this recording.

With this thought, Bourbon left the phone booth unhurriedly. ===== CHAPTER 655 =====