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

Time is always cruel, it just goes by little by little quietly, not staying for anyone's troubles.

After nearly half a year of repairs, the People's Theater of France finally decided to find a date to reopen to the public. After Carlotta confirmed the opening date from Raoul, he sent a pen to 221B in London, England. letter.

In the end, she still hoped that a certain big detective would come to solve the matter by way of entrustment—although she said that she had spent all her savings for six months to support herself, but at this time, she could only hope that the other party would not spend too much money. High pay is good.

After tidying up the house, Carlotta put on a coat and walked up to the small apartment on the second floor after thinking about it.Paris at the end of October is already a bit cooler, especially at night when the temperature drop is a bit exaggerated compared to the daytime.Carrying an oil lamp, she slowly walked up to the second floor. Carlotta didn't choose to connect the upper and lower floors. She didn't expect to be able to rent out such a remote location. She just wanted to keep a property.

Inserting the key into the keyhole, Carlotta smelled the unique fragrance of books as soon as he pushed the door lightly.Most of the small apartment on the second floor was used by her to store books, and the smell of ink was normal, and she even saw a theater model made by Sherlock Holmes in the corner.

It was the servants of Raoul's family who came to clean up later, and Carlotta was certainly relieved about this.The model of the theater looked crooked, but she knew that it only looked crooked, but it was actually very stable.

His fingers lightly touched the People's Theater in Paris, which was built out of wooden boards. Carlotta smiled slightly, turned around and pulled out a novel from the bookshelf to turn over two pages. After finding that he hadn't read it, he prepared to take it home slowly. taste.

The light from the oil lamp is not enough, but it is enough just to deal with the light in the corridor.Carlotta gathered the coat on his body, and when he walked out with a book in his hand, his expression was extraordinarily heroic, so that he went downstairs much faster.

She is still a little afraid of the darkness in the corridor. Although she has a force value that is completely needless to worry about, she still feels scared because of the constant imagination of women.

For example, the octopus monster hidden in the dark—Carlota couldn't help scolding Lovecraft in his heart, and was also angry at the horror stories that always appeared in his mind inappropriately.The sense of art is enough, so who will consider their own mood?

The creed of never going out late at night was broken because it was too boring. Carlotta was relieved when he walked all the way to the door of his house. He quickly opened the door and slipped inside to lock the door in one go. He was relieved to see the warm and bright stove at home.

If it wasn't for not working, she would have no money, and if she didn't have money, she wouldn't be able to hire a maid. Carlotta felt that she would definitely choose not to work. If it wasn't for the dignity of an opera singer in the past six months, she would be absolutely lazy.

The cuckoo outside the bell chirped softly twice, and the crisp sound reminded her of the little angel that slammed into her window back then.The time has moved to eight o'clock. Carlotta handed out the book and stood up. After opening the secret compartment, he looked at the three books inside and bit his lip. Finally, he chose to take out his diary.

Write down the day's affairs in a flat manner, from the milk bottle in the morning because the milkman was late for about 5 minutes until I went upstairs to get the book at night, Carlotta put down the pen in his hand and picked up the candlestick. A quick knock on the door.

Ruined.

Just vented his dissatisfaction with Lovecraft in the diary, and Carlotta felt that retribution was coming now.

Cautiously walking to the door little by little, Carlotta felt deeply disturbed by his too divergent imagination, and hated that there were no cat's eyes in this era.She had no way to determine who was outside, and she didn't dare to make too much movement, so she could only clear her throat slightly, and then used the skill of changing her voice to speak in a young voice: "Who is outside?"

"Oh, Miss Lester, I don't think you need to be so vigilant. Even the police don't bother to come to such a remote place, let alone a thief."

Well, this kind of ridicule... But the person who sent the letter today arrived today?This is too fast, it is simply teleportation!

Glancing at her body, she couldn't see any disrespect in the long white dress for home clothes. Carlotta sighed and opened the door and nodded to the outside: "Good evening, sir...Mr. Holmes."

"As if you were surprised to see me alone?"

"Yes, I thought..."

"John is on vacation with his wife."

Well, she got it.

Although it was a bit late-it was a bit late in Carlotta's view, but in fact it was not a problem at all, and the theater was just about to enter its climax at this moment.Turning sideways to let the great detective who came from a long distance come in, Carlotta put a kettle on the unextinguished stove, and while waiting for the water to boil, he took a plate of cookies and put them on the table for use. Come and entertain this early guest.

"I just wrote to you, and I didn't expect it to come so soon."

"I guess this time should be almost finished, so I just come here directly."

Carlotta looked at the other person's expression and nodded: "I don't mind you smoking here."

"That's really generous, but for the sake of your voice, I can bear it."

Seeing Holmes stuffing a piece of cookie into his mouth, Carlotta smiled: "Are you hungry?"

"No, it's just that some actions are needed to resolve this slightly embarrassing situation."

Carlota twitched her mouth when she heard this, and simply walked back to the study to take out the notes written by many people's psychological profiles and the novel she just took down from upstairs: "This is your note, I Not shown to Raoul."

"I think so too. Showing this simple viscount only adds to the troubles."

Without even looking at the booklet, Holmes picked up another cookie and said with a little admiration: "It tastes very good."

"Then I also thank you for your compliment."

Carlotta smiled and nodded. These cookies were just made with Cosette this morning. Fresh cookies are of course delicious: "As long as you like it."

Holmes paused his hand, and slowed down his chewing speed. Looking at Carlotta's expression, he became a little more puzzled: "I thought you..."

"Half a year, I also want to develop other hobbies, not to mention cooking is really interesting."

Looking at the words on the novel, Carlotta smiled slightly.After the water on the stove boiled, the room was filled with another sound, but the two of them didn't feel any embarrassment.After brewing a cup of not-so-strong black tea for Holmes and having something in his hands, Carlotta started to chat a little: "Are you planning to stay in a hotel?"

"hotel?"

Holmes raised his eyebrows, and a slightly interested smile appeared on his face: "Miss Lester, I thought you should understand that I would never choose a noisy place like a hotel again when we met last time."

So you mean you're going to live upstairs from me?Carlotta almost couldn't hold his cup, with a look of disbelief on his face: "You want to live upstairs from me?"

"No noise, no women to bring back, no trouble to you. Oh, and I'll pay the rent by the day at market rates."

"……make a deal!"

If it weren't for the fact that I was about to lose my partner, I definitely wouldn't have agreed so quickly.Carlota's face remained calm, while the villain in his heart was crying out for the pain of not having money.Looking at the detective's knowing smile, Carlotta raised his teacup to slightly cover his face: "Do you have any other ideas?"

"The idea is up to you."

"Three meals are not included."

"I never expected it."

Naturally, Carlotta felt that he was unreasonable in objecting, so he took out the key from his pocket and put it on the table and pushed it to the side of Holmes. Carlotta withdrew his hand and rubbed his temple: "But you It really scares me a little today, Mr Holmes."

"Need me to compensate you?"

"That's not necessary."

"But you shouldn't bring this up for no reason. There should be something that makes you, a woman who is extremely powerful inside and out, feel scared. Can I know?"

Let you know what?Cthulhu?

Carlota felt that her temples were hurting even more, and she was at a loss for the subject of the chat so easily, not to mention the "artwork" in her mind that should appear in the future.

"Okay, then I won't ask."

As if seeing a triumphant smile on Holmes' face, Carlotta was too lazy to think about this guy and thought of something. It took him a long time to recall what he was going to say to this great detective, but when he opened his mouth, he found that the other party had put down his words. Empty teacup.

"You should want to fall asleep, I don't want to disturb you."

Sherlock Holmes is about 180 or more tall. The moment he stood up, Carlotta stood up unconsciously to avoid being overlooked by the gap.After sending the person to the door, Carlotta saw the British gentleman bow slightly to him, as if expressing his apology.

"I'm sorry for causing you panic today, and I will make it up to you in the future."

"Miss Lester, I hope you will not be disturbed by those strange stories. Reading horror novels at night is not something to be praised. I hope you can still have a good dream."

The author has something to say: Guess what that novel is hahahahahaha, please don’t read horror novels at night hehehe

In addition, the update time has been changed to 07:30 p.m. =333=