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

The dance didn't last very long, and under the disruption of the phantom, it could even be said that it came to an abrupt end before it had time to enjoy itself.Seeing that it wasn't too late, Carlotta reached out and poured a cup of hot tea for Mrs. Gilly, the ballet teacher who appeared at his home, and then sat down not far from Holmes.

"This is really a very unspeakable thing."

Mrs. Gilly stared at the reddish-brown liquid in the teacup, her voice was a little hoarse: "However, how do you know?"

"It should be me, not us." Holmes emphasized the subject, still serious in Carlotta's murderous eyes: "I know, maybe not as much as you think."

Mrs. Gilly's eyes stared at Holmes for a while, then shifted to Carlotta's face, and she sighed after a long time: "I originally wanted to take this secret into the grave."

"You're not going to heaven with that secret, lady."

Carlota coughed and hoped that Holmes would be more euphemistic, but it seemed that the great detective's euphemism had already been used up today, and now he was particularly sharp and sharp.

"I know, maybe since I let him go, I have already pulled this theater into the abyss."

Mrs. Gilly laughed at herself, and finally decided to reveal all the secrets she had hidden for nearly 20 years: "I think you two should know about circuses, right?"

"Circus? Don't know."

"have not seen."

The two looked confident, and Carlota coughed and explained: "I don't like to watch anything that drives others for entertainment."

"As it happens, so am I."

A false smile appeared on Holmes' face, but he raised his hand to signal Mrs. Gilly to continue.

"Well, besides animals, the circus also has several other kinds of... food for viewing, other than circuses, acrobats, and clowns."

Carlotta raised his eyebrows: "You mean deformity?"

"You're not saying you don't know about it..."

"Not understanding does not mean ignorance, Mrs. Gilly." Carlota glanced at Mrs. Gilly who was sitting opposite her, and said that the result of getting a little closer to Holmes is that her mouth seems to be getting more and more poisonous: "Please continue .”

"As you said, Miss Lester, but deformities...that is also a human being, a person with the same thinking as us."

Carlotta pursed her lips. She agreed with Mrs. Gilly's thoughts, but she was also a little puzzled: "How could you have any contact with the phantom in the circus, and most importantly, you opened the prison that imprisoned him personally?" What about the prison?"

"Miss Lester, this story is a bit fantasy. You can think that a young girl had a conversation with a freak in a cage with a compassionate and curious attitude."

Mrs. Gilly's face softened, and Carlota felt that she had never seen such a gentle son of the ballerina teacher: "What conversation?"

"Who are you, what's your name, can you figure it out? I can help you. That's all, but this may be the first time for a deformity in a cage to be treated equally."

"That's right, that's right. At that time, the lively and active girl sneaked into the circus because she was too curious. She saw things that were unimaginable to her, and even made her doubt the world. Miss Lester , if you saw Eric at that time, you wouldn’t repel him like you do now.”

"You can't guess what I think, and I also have experiences that are completely opposite to yours." Carlotta smiled mockingly: "I have nothing to do with women's sympathy, I think I am more in line with the way I am today. Attire."

Yes, Valkyrie.

Mrs. Gilly sighed helplessly, and she never thought of using something like sympathy to arouse the so-called guilt of the two people opposite her, but she still tried: "You are very good, but he has an innate talent."

"Yeah, musically, architecturally, and hypnotically."

Carlota snorted and was too lazy to continue: "So you let him go?"

"Yes, then I lived step by step, came to the People's Theater in Paris to become a ballet dancer, met him again, and became his spokesperson."

"Those letters were delivered by you instead."

"Yes."

The letter from the Phantom that appeared in the person's hand was not handed over by himself. Sherlock Holmes had already confirmed it when he came last time, but he really didn't expect that the spokesperson for the Phantom was actually a ballet teacher. I thought it would be someone else, such as the little girl Meg Gilly.

"My daughter... heard me talk about the Phantom."

"She's still a little jealous of Nana." Carlotta raised her eyebrows with a half-smile: "Go ahead."

"What is there to continue? Haven't you already guessed everything?"

"You love him."

Holmes put down the teacup in his hand, and a trace of pity flashed in his eyes: "You love him, but you can't express it. When you chatted with your daughter, you naturally transformed this admiration into gentle words and told your Daughter, so that your daughter is as full of curiosity and unspeakable thoughts about this phantom as you were once."

"..."

Does she love Eric?Mrs. Gilly was in a daze when she walked out of Carlotta's apartment.She once let Phantom go because of compassion in her heart, but after seeing his talent and his low self-esteem, she took the initiative to provoke the role of spokesperson.She always thought it was just pity, or worship, or a little bit of regret.but……

Looking back at the window that was still lit with candles, Mrs. Gilly smiled bleakly.The detective's words were so straight to the heart that she had no coping ability at all, and could only express her truest thoughts.

Yes, when she first saw the freak in the cage at the age of 14, there was a hint of affection.Then this kind of affection spreads under the constant contact, and it becomes a unique love.

Unfortunately, Carlotta does not believe this.

Mrs. Gilly withdrew her gaze, and when she turned her head back to the theater, she became the serious and meticulous Mrs. Gilly, even with the same length of steps, the most strict ballerina teacher at the People's Theater in Paris.

"This may be the first time I don't believe your statement."

Raising his hand to refill Holmes with a cup of tea to signal him not to leave, Carlota snorted and stood up, with a little impatience, he smashed a plate of small biscuits from the kitchen directly on the table: "I don't believe that Mrs. Gilly loves Mr. Phantom."

"Really? I really don't understand women, so please ask Miss Lester to analyze for me why Mrs. Gilly became the spokesperson of the Phantom, and you should have seen that look, that look full of nostalgia and longing. "

Carlota was speechless to Holmes' description, and could only shake her head stiffly: "It's not that I don't believe it, it's just that this matter is too unbelievable."

Holmes seldom curled his lips. A stubborn girl is so unlovable, and he can clearly see that she believes the other party's words, but there is only a little snort in the middle.

"Then, in your opinion, what will develop into love, Miss Lester who doesn't believe in love."

"..."

"Ms. Gilly is very obvious. She really loves each other, but she dare not say it. She used to look down on the phantom, and she could call her treatment of him 'salvation'. But later, she To be the humble one, to be satisfied just by touching letters."

Holmes glanced at Carlotta, and finally chose to hold the teacup with the hand that was used to holding the pipe: "She also knows how to get to the 'home' of the Phantom."

"Well, well, you are right, I apologize to you."

Carlotta raised his hands to signal his surrender, then lowered his hand and picked a small biscuit and stuffed it into his mouth: "It's late, Mr. Holmes, you should leave."

"Excuse me, what did you say?"

Holmes, who seamlessly switched to English, laughed a bit nastyly: "I didn't understand just now."

Carlotta felt like he was going to explode: "You can go back!"

"Miss Lester, if you were angry because of my words just now, I won't apologize for it."

"..."

Holmes smiled and stood up, his sharp eyes suddenly softened a lot: "Many of your ideas are very interesting, but don't forget that Mrs. Gilly's ideas are not important, what is important is that she makes you believe what."

"what do you mean……"

"No matter what she said, please don't forget your original purpose. You said that you wanted to entrust me to solve the phantom in the theater. After hearing Mrs. Gilly's words, have you ever wavered in this idea?"

Is there?

Carlota closed her eyes. She did think for a moment that it would be no big deal if the Phantom continued to stay in his only shelter, but this thought was instantly suppressed by the rational side of her, so that Mrs. Gilly completely denied all the nonsense.She considered the correctness in the middle, and finally came to a conclusion.

With feminine compassion, Mrs. Gilly uttered words that she could empathize with, hoping to reduce her guilt and her aversion to the Phantom.

"Yes, there are."

"So what do you decide next?"

"Go on, find him, sanction him."

Carlota's expression was not so firm, and he even had a smile on his face: "I never changed my mind, and I never doubted whether I was right."

"Very well Miss Lester, I believe you can do the same."

When Holmes walked out of the apartment, he turned his head and looked at Valkyrie's face full of fighting spirit and couldn't help but smile: "By the way, Miss War Goddess, you should know what time it is?"

Carlota snorted and didn't bother to pay attention to the big detective in front of her, but the other party's smile was too "seeing through everything", so angry that she slammed the door directly.

But if she heard it right, it seemed that the sound of closing the door was accompanied by a "good night"?

Hmph, it's useless to be a mere Englishman.