The Nineteenth Century Didn't Believe in Love[Comprehensive]

Hearing the sound of the dressing room door closing, Watson looked worriedly at the chief soprano who was obviously not in the right mood. After thinking for a while, he comforted her with his poor French, and handed over a handkerchief: " Are you all right?"

"Nothing, just a little outward weakness caused by too much emotion."

Holmes looked at the mirror without raising his head, and carefully touched the edge of the mirror frame with his fingers, saying in a casual tone, "Oh, this mirror is really a perfect work."

"Holmes is right. I am only outwardly weaker."

Carlotta didn't feel offended, but was still very grateful for Watson's actions: "Thank you, Mr. Watson."

"You can also just call me John."

"Oh, come on, John, don't show your romance at this time." Holmes said impatiently, and at the same time grabbed a tissue from the makeup table, stuffed it into the gap of the makeup mirror bit by bit, and then Pulled it out: "Since the lady won't let us smash the mirror, let's go and look at other places, especially the backstage."

"Ok."

Carlotta glanced at Watson, and very friendly changed the language to English.When Holmes strode forward and opened the door, he found that Christine who was outside had disappeared, and couldn't help frowning.

"Is she the soprano who disappeared that day?"

"Yes, but please don't investigate this right now."

Carlota's voice was a bit cold, and Holmes turned his head to glance at her expression and smiled instead: "The relationship between you is very close."

"Teachers and students, sisters, maybe there is a little restraint from others. Your eyebrows are not similar, but there are always a few small skills in singing that are consistent. Her voice is not academic like yours, but And there's a little bit of a peculiarity that the French don't sing like that, which means she has another teacher, but you hate that person so much."

"It couldn't be more true than what you say."

Carlota clapped her hands slowly, without showing any hurt expression, but nodded in agreement: "Her father is my first music teacher."

"I see."

Holmes nodded and did not speak again. After walking around the backstage for a while, he pondered for a while, then turned around and looked at the two people who were chatting very happily, and suddenly felt a little dissatisfied: "What are you talking about?"

"Where are the restaurants in France more delicious?" Carlotta bent the corner of his mouth: "And discuss how many secret passages our theater can have."

"There are indeed many secret paths, but it seems that each secret path has only one purpose."

Changing the topic casually, Watson showed a subtle smile, as if he was a little surprised that his friend hadn't turned on the mocking mode.Carlotta did not have such a concept, but instead stared into Holmes' eyes and waited for his next sentence.

"In order to be able to better appreciate the opera."

Holmes thought that he was not afraid of staring at each other, but it felt unnatural to face the soprano's dark blue eyes, so he turned his head slightly when he replied: "The fifth box should be a theater room. The best place to enjoy opera."

"Yes."

"But what he did that day didn't look like he just came to enjoy the opera."

"Rather?"

"It's about admiring his work."

Carlotta grabbed her own skirt, and her proud ears repeated every syllable Holmes said in this moment.The work Holmes said would definitely not be "Faust" slightly modified by the Phantom, but...

"Lotta, is this Mr. Holmes whom you have invited to settle this matter?"

Looking at Carlotta who seemed to be taken aback, Raoul's expression became more serious: "Carlotta?"

"I accidentally fell into a state of thinking just now, don't worry about it."

Carlotta dismissed the matter lightly, and didn't care about Raoul's suspicious eyes at all. Instead, he extended his hand and introduced: "This is Raoul, Viscount Raoul Chaney, the theater's sponsor. people."

"The soprano's... suitor?"

It could be heard that Holmes had already changed a very euphemistic adjective, Carlota coughed and quickly got into the mood, and showed Raoul an expression of disgust that was almost the same as that of a father-in-law seeing a stupid son-in-law: "Yes, that's him. "

"Mr. Holmes, I have admired you for a long time since I was studying in England."

"Thank you."

After a simple response, Carlotta threw Raoul directly to Watson who was standing aside, and walked up to Holmes himself, with a layer of haze on his originally bright expression: "Mr. Holmes, if I don't If I misunderstand, you mean that ghost regarded Christine as a work?"

"His work, and only his work."

Glancing at the chief soprano who was about a head lower than himself, Mr. Detective frowned: "It's just that what I don't understand is, since he did this, why would he call that person as you said? Let Miss Christine back. He has a paranoid attitude, a desire to control. Now that Miss Christine has come to his side, he would let him go. This is what I don't understand the most."

"..."

"I know what you mean, but please be a little more tactful about what you said to Christine."

Sneering, Holmes finally couldn't help taking out his pipe, held it in his hand and took two steps forward: "You are protecting her, but as she said, you can't treat her like a child. "

"She's only 16!"

"16 years old? Oh 16 years old, I can already solve crimes when I am 16 years old. And if you are 16 years old, you are already the principal soprano, right?"

Frustrated by these two analogies, Carlotta turned her head angrily, but didn't dare to ask Holmes to speak.Raoul and Watson chatted about literature and music. When Raoul felt something was wrong, Watson grabbed his arm.

"Mr. Watson, Christine..."

"Miss Lester is still there."

Of course Watson understands the psychology of that kind of lover, but at this time Raoul must not be allowed to interrupt Holmes' questioning: "Don't worry, Mr. Shani, she will stop Sherlock."

"Lotta..."

Raoul turned off the engine instantly, feeling extremely exhausted inside: "Mr. Watson, Lotta and I didn't find Christine until three years ago."

"three years ago?"

"I, Carlotta, and Christine have known each other since childhood in the countryside. I am the son of the Viscount family who came from Paris for vacation. Lotta learned to sing from Christine's father. Everyone likes Christine, gentle and gentle. And cute. At that time, everyone was afraid of Lotta, she was a powerful devil, and she was the only knight Christine trusted."

On one side, Raoul was chatting with Watson, and on the other side, Carlotta decided to give this great detective a popular science before Christine came, so as not to ask any bad questions: "She His surname is Dai Ye."

"Dai Ye...the singer and the violinist?"

"Yes, it's the poor musician who got involved in political struggles and has since disappeared."

Carlota didn't look up at Holmes. The name Vitellis Daye had been a taboo for her for a long time, and she didn't lift the ban until she found Christine: "Christian also disappeared because of his father. When Raoul and I got the news, we were too late to find her, and I didn't find her until I was excavated by Mr. Le Farre and came to this theater three years ago."

"I see."

Holmes sat on the chair on the other side, tapping the wooden handle lightly with his fingers, hoping that this somewhat tragic narrative would end as soon as possible: "And then?"

"After Christine was lost, Raoul and I erected a casket for my teacher at Père Lachaise Cemetery. In front of his grave, I swore I would find Christine and protect her, so..."

"Yes, my question will be as tactful as possible."

Holmes felt that this was really a rare concession for himself, and it didn't even look like himself: "But I will still ask what I need to ask."

"Thank you."

Carlota nodded, and when she saw the door of the reception room opened and Christine walked in, she turned her head away from her with a questioning look, and stared fixedly at a piece of floor beside Holmes' feet, as if a hole had been opened on it. a flower.

"Miss Dai Ye, please sit down."

"Her last name here is Lester."

Holmes ignored Carlota's complaints, and turned to look at the slightly panicked girl, suddenly feeling a little amused.As he said, when he was 16 years old, he had just finished his two-year adventure and participated in two cases. According to her external information, Carlota made her debut as the chief soprano at the age of 16. The relationship between the two 16 years old doesn't seem so normal.Compared with the "girl" in front of her now, her 16 years old seems unusual.

"Where did you go in the dressing room after Carlotta left and you sang "Hannibal" for the first time as prima donna?"

As if she didn't expect this question to be so straightforward, Christine looked in Carlotta's direction with a trace of panic, but found that she didn't signal anything to him, but instead made a "you can figure it out" expression expression.After seeing this scene, Christine felt a little nervous but immediately relaxed, sitting on the chair and even showing a bit of soprano aura: "It's hard for me to describe."

"I'll extract what I need from your words."

"Sir, what you said is a little rude."

Christine shook her head. If Carlotta hadn't been here, she would never have said it: "I said that it's hard to describe because I almost don't have this memory."

"But I have the feeling from the bottom of my heart that the place I'm going to doesn't belong to Paris, it doesn't belong to France."

Carlotta raised his head subconsciously, looking at Christine's serious expression in a daze.

"That world, I feel, is another world that belongs to the dead."

The author has something to say: Christine's memory is almost gone, but there are still some impressions and subconsciousness.

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