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

The World of the Dead is nice and on point.

Holmes nodded and sent Christine away. All he could do was to get what he needed from Christine's vague information.But what puzzled him was that Carlotta seemed to have guessed everything, and he didn't show any panic.

"You... aren't surprised?"

"It's hard to surprise me with anything that happens in this world." Carlota met the eyes of the great detective, looked at his gray pupils and smiled: "You know, in my opinion, many things cannot Call it 'surprise' or 'surprise'."

"Would you say that in front of that little girl just now?"

"Of course she knows everything about me."

Carlota's smile was very gentle, but also very indifferent: "And you should also realize that my adjective is 'in my opinion'."

"Miss Lester, you are very interesting."

When Holmes said this, Carlotta watched him put the pipe into his mouth, but put it down again quickly, as if he realized that this is a theater but was a little annoyed: "Then I would like to ask you one thing."

"You're going to the cemetery, aren't you?"

Carlotta's eyes were very calm, and it seemed to Holmes that he was close to a stone statue.However, he understood that the lady in front of him was completely different from the stone statue, and it was abnormal for her to look like this.

As if he had noticed something, Holmes showed a subtle expression, and reached out his hand to tap the chaotic rhythm on the handle of the chair, making the sound noisy and messy.

"You are a very clever man."

"I'm flattered to be praised by you."

Carlotta laughed, then stood up quickly as if he had heard something, walked towards a corner, bent down under Holmes' clear gaze, and slammed a box on the ground.

"Sorry, I lost my composure just now."

"It's not your fault."

Looking at the music box that fell on the ground, Carlotta closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths before opening them again. His expression no longer had the strange indifference that Holmes found strange, but he added more vigilance.

"As far as I know, people who can use music boxes to hypnotize..."

"Not many, but there's definitely one in the theater!"

Regardless of his image, Carlota stomped on the music box again, and his whole body was furious like an enraged lioness: "But I didn't expect that I escaped once, and there will be a second time!"

"Did you escape once?"

"Before in the dressing room, I heard the sound of the music box and I was prepared so I was not hypnotized. After all, my ears are very good."

Carlota looked at the debris under her feet and calmed down. Seeing Holmes' solemn expression, she gritted her teeth: "He wants to hypnotize Nana! He actually wants to, and he dares!"

Never think about what a lioness protecting a calf will do, even if that person is not her child, but if it is a younger sister, it is still very scary.

"Thank you, Mr. Holmes." Carlotta saluted Holmes after she calmed down a bit, "If the rhythm of your tapping hadn't destroyed the rhythm, I wouldn't have woken up so quickly."

"With little effort, can you take me to the cemetery once?"

It is very comfortable to chat with a smart person, but a smart person does not mean that she or he has a high enough emotional intelligence.Hearing the almost threatening tone, Carlotta couldn't help but put his hand on his forehead and smiled: "I'll take you there if you don't say so."

"What are you waiting for."

It's just that your movements are a little too fast.

Carlotta looked at the speed at which Holmes could even be described as "swipe", and felt that he was extremely embarrassed when he stretched out his hand to stop the other party.Glancing back at the tattered music box, Carlota kicked twice again before lifting her skirt and running out of the living room.

"Let's go John, let's go to a place full of mystery."

"Wait, Sherlock, where is this going?"

Raoul's thoughts were interrupted when he reached the point where "Carlota came on stage at the age of 16, and the backup dancer was a childhood friend". He looked up at the hurried Mr. Detective with a little confusion Ome, Raoul only felt that the current situation seemed a bit unexpected.

"You go and stay with Nana, I don't mind."

"My God, you actually let me go with Christine!"

The great detective and the doctor who heard this conversation paused at the same time, and then continued to walk forward as if they hadn't heard.They also don't understand the relationship between these three childhood sweethearts, especially Viscount Raoul Chaney. Dr. Watson feels that he is now beginning to believe why he can't beat Carlotta.

Of course, even with hard power, Watson felt that Raoul might not be able to beat Carlotta.

There was a distance from the People's Theater in Paris to the Lachaise Cemetery, and the three of them sat in Raoul's carriage in silence. In the end, it was Watson who broke the somewhat awkward situation and said to Carlotta: "I listen some of what Raoul said about you."

"Is it the process of pushing him to the ground to beat him, or the time he was beaten on the ground?"

Watson felt that it would be difficult to talk about it today.

"But I can understand, huh, man."

Carlota snorted softly: "I'm not targeting you, I'm only targeting him."

"Why do you keep targeting him?"

"Because..." Carlotta rubbed his chin subconsciously, and nodded thoughtfully in the face of the doubts of the two men: "Maybe it's because he looks too weak. Too weak Forget it, you still call me a devil or something behind your back, pretending that I don't know? Even if it's something that happened when I was a child, women are very vengeful."

"..."

Watson flashed a series of fantasies about the young elite being beaten up just now, and finally fixed in his mind the impression that women are really scary.But in any case, Raoul is not considered "too weak", right?

"Too weak means..."

"Fighting, swordsmanship, music. Although I'm embarrassed, I'm better than him. You see, in order not to be ridiculed by me, he went directly to university to study architecture."

Carlota showed a mocking but not annoying expression: "But anyway, he can be regarded as my playmate since childhood, and only I can beat him."

"From small to large……"

"The relationship between me and him has only become closer since the accident at Christine's house. You can understand that the two have a common wound and huddle together to keep each other warm." Carlotta smiled. Of course she didn't hate it. Raoul is just out of habit to hate him: "Besides, I'm a year older than him, but I'm one step faster than him in everything, even the height is only surpassed by him the year before last, so it's inevitable that I look down on my younger brother. Feel."

"That's it."

Watson nodded, and turned his head to look at the street scene in Paris with a little sigh: "I feel that the relationship between you is very deep and sincere."

"Thank you."

"I just heard from Viscount Shani that you have been carrying something on your own. He really wanted to share some of it with you, but you kept rejecting him."

"Yes, but there are many things I can do that he can't."

Holmes glanced at the two of them and snorted slightly as if in agreement. "I see that you do not take part in social activities."

"Yes, if you socialize, it will eventually cause self-destruction." Carlotta stroked the silver ring on the ring finger of her right hand, which represented the "nun's heart". She was sure that the big detective in front of her had already seen Seeing her wearing the ring is just an excuse rather than piety: "So it's better to cut it off from the root."

"Very wise choice."

"Thank you."

The two thank yous made the atmosphere in the car much more relaxed. Carlotta turned his head to look at Paris in the nineteenth century, and at the same time slowly shifted his gaze parallel to Sherlock Holmes' face.

Well, she admitted that she hadn't had a good look at what he looked like until now.The windbreaker on the first side and his intentional avoidance on the second side left her so deep an impression that she judged Sherlock Holmes from his words, breathing, and footsteps—for a For people with too sensitive ears, the sound of footsteps is the best way to judge a person.

His footsteps are steady, with a hint of haste most of the time.At the same time, the sound from his heels was not loud, as if he was deliberately controlling the volume.As for the face...

The resolute lines and gray eyes are impressive, Carlotta glanced at him casually, then turned his head to observe Watson again.Over the past few years, she has not had much idea of ​​beauty or ugliness, or because she is a woman, she only knows how to judge whether a woman is beautiful or not.As for men...

It can only be summarized with adjectives. Words like handsome are too general, or the concept of "handsome" has never appeared in Carlotta's mind.

Raoul?Don't be stupid, Golden Retriever.

Holmes noticed this gaze, but he did not feel any offense.Compared with Watson who was fidgeting, Holmes just felt that the blue eyes of the chief soprano sitting opposite him seemed too deep.Such deep blue eyes, paired with a face that any human being would consider beautiful, would become too attractive.

Although the car was quiet, it was not awkward. After arriving at Lachaise Cemetery, Watson got out of the car first because it was close to the street, followed by Holmes.Carlotta weighed the height of the carriage, and when he slightly raised the corner of his skirt to follow, he saw the Mr. Detective who was walking in front of him stretch out a hand towards him.

Gentlemen in England are really courteous.

Carlotta put her hands on those slightly callused hands. Although she didn't use any force, she could feel the traces in the detective's hands that were almost the same as her own.

After standing on the street, Holmes withdrew his hand, and looked at Carlota with more evaluation.Carlota nodded, and also set his sights on his hands.

"It seems that you can be regarded as a fellow man?"

"Not really."

Holmes clenched his hands slightly, and strode towards Lachaise Cemetery under Watson's curious eyes.Carlota smiled at Dr. Watson, and stepped forward to walk beside him.

The Père Lachaise Cemetery shall not refuse anyone to be buried here.Countless people are buried here, including Christine's father, and countless unknown or well-known people.

When he walked to the tomb of Vitellis Daye, Carlotta glanced at the name on the tombstone and wanted to know when a "neighbor" came next to his first teacher, but his legs felt weak because of this glance , was caught by Watson's eyesight and hands quickly before falling off.

"Miss Lester, are you all right?"

"I am fine."

Carlotta responded in a low voice, and walked towards the "neighbor"'s tomb under the eyes of the two, with his finger forward slightly, as if he wanted to touch the name on it, but he withdrew his hand abruptly.

This is the tomb of Georges Bizet.

The author has something to say: Bizet's tomb is in the Père Lachaise Cemetery. Anyone who is interested can go and see it if they have the opportunity. There are many famous people buried there, and the tombstones are also very artistic.

Wearing a ring on the ring finger of the right hand means "with the heart of a nun". The author is in the United States, and the ring finger on his right hand wears a ring to refuse some social requests that might otherwise be impossible to refuse. It is very useful.And there will be no one chasing you or something, basically you can understand it when you see it =w= But be careful that the ring should not be too fancy, a silver ring or something without decoration is fine.