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

The moment Carlotta saw the name on the tombstone, Carlotta felt as if some voice had passed by his ears, and a corner of a red dress inexplicably flashed before his eyes.When she came to her senses, she found that she had followed, and smiled at the violin that looked like a human face on the tombstone.

There is only half a violin, but it is made so that the face does not look like a human face, and the devil does not look like a devil.The corners of the tombstone seemed to have been intentionally stained with some red paint, and the corners of the red dress were painted on it.The tombstone is tall and solemn, engraved with Georges Bizet's name, but does not mention his life.

In front of Bizet's tomb was a bouquet of flowers that were a little faded. Carlotta bent down to arrange the bouquet, cleared his throat when he raised his head, and slowly sang Carmen's personal aria in front of his tomb.

Love is a free bird that comes without a shadow and goes without a trace.

Her expression was a little more sad than when she was on the stage, but her eyes were still rolling. When she raised her arm, she made a provocative gesture with her hand. After turning her wrist, she slowly stretched it to her chest, facing The great musician who passed away offered his own blessing.

"It's a good song."

"Thank you."

After Callotta calmed down, she turned her head and looked at Holmes, who was a bit indifferent. Just as she was about to go to the next door to meet her first teacher, she heard Holmes' slightly puzzled and tentative question.

"You seem to enjoy saying thank you."

"Because everyone likes to hear thank you."

Carlotta suppressed the question lightly, looked at the surname on the tombstone next door and sighed: "Raoul and I did not find the teacher's body, and we are not sure if he is really still alive in this world. And set up a tomb for him."

"Cloth tomb."

"Yes, I packed up some of the teacher's relics and buried his violin inside."

Carlotta did not bring flowers, or she was not the one who brought flowers every time she came here.What's more, Vitalis doesn't like flowers very much, he only likes the violin and opera, so every time Raoul takes the violin and Carlotta takes the singing.

"We usually come three to four times a year. Raoul takes the violin and I sing. Then I found Christine, and it became me and Christine singing together."

Watson had a subtle smile on his face when he heard Raoul playing the violin, and even pushed him teasingly when he saw his friend.Holmes stared back impatiently, stepped forward and bowed before preparing to leave.

"Didn't you find any clues?"

"Yes, not here. The land of the dead is not just the cemetery."

Although there seemed to be something wrong with the tomb, Holmes still didn't say anything, but pulled the two of them out of the Lachaise Cemetery with a bit of a tough attitude.After being treated like this, Carlotta couldn't help but rolled his eyes at the detective: You are the one who is coming, and you are the one who is going to go, why don't you explain something?

Too bad Carlotta hasn't seen the detective duo much since returning from this trip to the cemetery - she's temporarily out of work, but still has some savings and a modest salary as choirmaster at the adjoining monastery .The life of staying at home and studying music scores without going out for too long made Carlotta feel more at ease, and even showed a little more "pious" to the outside.

This kind of extremely leisurely vacation in Carlotta's view was quickly broken. When Raoul knocked on the door of her house and brought the detective duo, Carlotta almost closed the door with his backhand.It's a pity that Detective Holmes has quick eyes and quick hands, and he directly reached out and grabbed a corner of the door, using his own strength to resist the closed door: "Miss Lester, can we have a talk?"

"Raoul!"

Carlotta frowned and thought for a while, opened the door, and quickly closed the door at the moment everyone entered, and at the same time drew out the rapier hidden behind the door: "What is the name of the little lamb we saw back then?" ?”

"...It's called charcoal grilled lamb."

Raoul raised his hands and grinned, "As for Melota? Is this how you treat your guests?"

"I think you have been dropped, you should understand my habits."

Carlota squinted her eyes. After those supernatural fans found her house, they didn't dare to knock on the door. They just sent two bouquets of flowers and left.She also really hates strangers entering her domain, especially strangers who can cause her trouble.

"But... those things can't be kept in a hotel in Paris."

Raoul raised his hand and surrendered: "Lotta, can you take back your sword? Although it is not sharpened, it will hurt if it hits you."

"I hope you can remember this pain."

Carlotta squinted his eyes for a while before retracting his rapier, and sighed to the two detectives: "What did you do to make the hotel that only recognizes money kick you out?"

"No, those vulgar people will only destroy my work."

"Sherlock."

"Well, we do need a place where we can stay for about a week, no, five days. The place needs to be absolutely quiet, absolutely secluded, and absolutely safe."

"The estate of the Raoul family."

Carlotta did not hesitate to sell his teammates: "His home is big and safe, and the environment is gorgeous and delicious food is waiting for you."

"It's not quiet enough, and a residence with more than three people will make me feel noisy thoughts."

Great Sherlock Holmes, can you still read minds?

Carlota endured not to spit out this sentence, but seeing Raoul's pleading face, he gritted his teeth and found the key to a small apartment upstairs and threw it to him.

"The two of them messed up and left, you clean it up for me!"

"Lotta, you really are a little angel!"

So it's an angel?Will I become God next time?

"It can indeed be called God."

Holmes glanced across Carlotta's right ring finger, stayed on the silver ring for a few seconds, and then looked away: "Speaking of which, Miss Lester, you look good today."

"..."

She is so angry!

Carlotta really wanted to let all three of them go out, but after seeing the things that Raoul called a group of people to move over, and thinking about the structure of the small apartment upstairs...

"What exactly do you want to do?"

"Build out the structure of the theater."

Holmes nodded after seeing the last bundle of blueprints placed on the table, pulled a low table with a swipe, and built two structures on it: "The main structure of the theater has been drawn by Viscount Shany and I. Finished, I also have some ideas about the 'world of the dead' that Ms. Dai Ye said, but the last two pieces of the puzzle are missing."

Carlotta didn't go out much during this period of time to fatten himself up, but Raoul followed Holmes the whole time, either being scolded bloody or being used as a livestock messenger. Personal kind.

This mentality of "bringing out the phantom and killing Christine so that Christine can sing with confidence" can be understood at a glance, and I don't think about how I have been in the theater for three years without even touching a single hair of the phantom, you Raoul OK?

But looking at the theater drawings that Holmes took out, Carlota frowned and felt something was wrong: "Mr. Holmes, do you also know something about architecture?"

"I'm the one who knows! I'm studying architecture!"

Raoul almost spat out a mouthful of blood: "Lotta, are we still friends? You actually forgot my major?"

"Oh, sorry if you think I forgot."

Carlota curled her lips. Of course she remembered, but she was a little skeptical seeing Holmes's skillful movements: "What are you looking for with this, secret passage?"

"No, because of the renovation of the theater, we have already found most of the secret passages." Holmes nodded to Raoul's blueprint, and even clapped his hands in satisfaction: "Miss Dai Ye doesn't remember where she went. Where did she go, then what we have to do is to find out where she went again."

Find it out... Carlota thought carefully about something she didn't dare to forget. She almost knew that the door of the dressing room opened, and then she went down, and she had to take a boat to get to the place where the Phantom lived.

On the boat, when Raoul went down to rescue Christine, he had to climb the iron railing... Carlota suddenly felt a jump in her heart. But now, she definitely knows where this place is.

"However, what we want to find out is not where she went."

Holmes has been observing Carlotta's expression, and nodded in satisfaction after seeing that she seemed to have found the answer: "I already know where she went, the key is—"

"The key is how to get there."

Carlotta immediately followed up with this sentence, took two steps forward and drew across the drawing of the dressing room, and put his fingertips on the makeup mirror on the drawing paper: "You smashed this mirror Is it?"

"The phantom has already blocked this entrance. If it were me, I would do the same."

"Then he is really vigilant enough."

He didn't know whether it was praise or contempt, but Watson felt that the atmosphere between the two in front of him was a bit weird.He turned his head and glanced at Viscount Shani next to him, only to see him respectfully handing the two people the blueprints that they might use next.

Watson: Why do I feel as if I'm being ostracized?

However, the time of being ostracized was not very long. Carlotta looked at it for a while, then found an excuse and handed the key to Watson. He walked slowly out and poured a cup of tea for the three of them. overwhelmed his thinking.

"I don't mind you being here, but I have a request."

"What is it?"

Facing Holmes' gaze, Carlota's smile became a little weird for a moment, but in Raoul's view, as long as she didn't show that kind smile, nothing could be considered weird.

"I want absolute silence and don't want to hear any noise from my upstairs."

With a half-smile, Carlotta lifted the hem of her skirt and curtseyed: "Music is fine, but noise is not."

"The chattering sounds made by more than three people make me equally disgusted."

Using the same method to treat the other person, Watson silently turned his head to look at his friend's expression, and suddenly felt that this soprano was really a very magical person.

"I promise you."

"Very well, then the contract is established."

Carlotta stretched out his hand and raised his eyebrows slightly at Holmes: "Shouldn't you shake hands, Mr. Holmes?"

"I take back my previous evaluation of you, Miss Lester."

Holmes stretched out his hand, felt the warmth in the palm of his hand, and immediately put it down. He turned his head away as if he was hiding something, and there was even a bit of reluctance in his tone: "Your IQ has indeed saved the whole of Paris."

Carlotta: ...

Should I still thank you for your compliment?