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

Scotland Yard was fast—or, anyone who heard two shots would have been fast.

The alley that Carlota was led by Jack the Ripper didn't have any windows or houses, and neither of them cared about it, or on the contrary, there was no place more suitable for "killing people and killing people".

It's a pity that Jack the Ripper mistakenly found Carlotta as his target, and he was also a poor short-sighted.Carlota used her small || gun to open two holes in her body, but found nothing, even lost the murder weapon.

It was definitely not because Jack the Ripper didn't want to hold his murder weapon, but the vibration and severe pain caused by the bullet penetrating his body made his mind fluctuate at that moment.And the female opera singer who shot the gun did not stand still, but ran forward and slammed the knife fiercely, pinpointing the numbness of Jack the Ripper's elbow and hitting it, letting him let go and grab it. After cutting the blade, he fired another shot to the left hand side and completely drove the man away.

It's a pity that I don't have the courage to kill.Carlotta knelt down on the ground and coughed twice. No matter how much he wanted to fight unintentionally, Jack the Ripper was still the same Jack the Ripper. Suffocated.Fortunately, Scotland Yard and the surrounding commotion were too close for him to be sure of killing himself.

Fortunately, Jack the Ripper was injured and didn't have so much strength. After coughing twice, Carlota felt relieved that his voice was not damaged.It's a pity that the red dress on my body has blood stains, and I don't know if it can be used after washing.

"Miss? Miss, are you okay?"

The light of the kerosene lamp shone on Carlotta, accompanied by screams and the sound of guns being loaded.Carlotta continued to cough twice and then showed a particularly tired look: "I'm fine."

The voice was hoarse, but it didn't mean she was a victim - Carlota was sure of this, but she still sighed slightly when she saw the concerned theater coordinator Mr. Calais.

"I have nothing to do."

"With all due respect ma'am, you don't look like 'no business' right now."

"Then how can it be considered a thing?"

Carlota showed a bleak smile, looking at the man in a deer cap in front of him, but there was a little brilliance in his eyes: "Do you want to see screaming loudly or crying bitterly? Or, You expect to see a 'very stable' corpse?"

Oh, that's right... she's really French.

A sentence floated in the minds of the insiders present, and even the man who was obviously supposed to be the leader was choked up.However, Carlotta regained a little strength, stood up staggeringly, and even stretched out his index finger and shook it: "You don't know anything about the power of women, especially female opera singers."

"..."

Sherlock Holmes felt that his awareness of the power of divas had reached another level.Although it was not considered "respect", the woman in front of him told him that she had a very high force value because of the arm exposed by her clothes, and she did not speak.It's just that I can't say what it feels like. After all, Holmes still feels that there is something wrong with the French actress.

"This lady..."

"Carlotta, Carlotta de Lester."

"Miss Lester."

Detective Lestrade, who was pressed behind, squeezed forward as hard as he could. His slightly short body seemed awkward among a group of tall people, but his existence could not be ignored: "Oh, oh my god , I received Mrs. Adler..."

"Obviously he was mistaken."

Carlotta was grateful to Lestrade for interrupting Holmes' questioning.But looking at the inspector, she still raised her foot and kicked the pistol on the ground. At the same time, she raised her hands: "Okay, gentlemen, what else do you want to ask?"

"You know how to shoot?"

"I worked so hard to beat up Raoul next door during the hunt."

"You know how to fight?"

"I abandoned my ladylike attitude in order to be able to beat up Raoul next door."

"..."

How poor is Raoul next door?

Lestrade felt the feeling of Holmes being choked before, and saw Darcy's carriage again amidst the noise, and felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

Doesn't everything feel extra special when you're involved with a diva?

"Mr. Holmes, do you think-"

"It has nothing to do with her."

Holmes nodded affirmatively, and frowned at the actress in a red dress who looked extraordinarily alluring in the night: "But there is something wrong."

"What is wrong?"

"Is she a little too calm?"

calm?Carlotta, who was standing beside Mr. Calais, looked towards Holmes expressionlessly.Her ears have always been very good, so even if the conversation between the detective and the detective is very light, she can clearly distinguish what they are talking about.Calmness is something that not everyone has.But you've been in a haunted theater for three years and you're cool no matter what.

"I think we need to look into her."

"No need. If you have this opportunity, you might as well hunt down Jack the Ripper."

Holmes snorted, and when he turned around, a corner of his coat was blown up a little by the wind, as if someone owed him money.Carlota glanced at him and said nothing, but he spoke to Lestrade.

"Inspector, Carmen will be shown in our theater after a while. Perhaps by then, you will have an answer."

"What I can tell you is that I'm just an ordinary French opera actress, but the theater I stayed in is a bit special. If you don't calm down, you will make mistakes on stage."

After saying this, Carlotta shook her hair, and walked into Darcy's carriage as proudly as Carmen.When the carriage moved slowly, Carlotta was really relieved, and leaned his body on the soft cushion inside the carriage.

She thought about it so much that her mind was a little turbulent. After much deliberation, the last thing she thought was, "If Christine finds out about this, she will definitely be worried." This kind of thought made Carlotta a little bit dumbfounded.After reorganizing her thoughts, she understood one thing. Almost everyone, including Jack, thought that he was going to kill Irene Adler, but in fact he was following herself.

Isn't it a little too dangerous to be an opera actress these days?

Thinking of the principal soprano of the National Theater in Warsaw, Carlota rubbed her temples and felt that this matter exceeded her expectations.She originally thought that if possible, she could use this event to hook up with Sherlock Holmes, and use the event of the phantom in the theater to attract him and Dr. Watson to investigate, but she didn't expect...

Looking at the hazy fog outside the carriage window, Carlotta showed a smile so small that it was almost imperceptible.Although the process has some twists and turns, the ending is good.

In the eyes of Carlota, it is foolproof, but in the eyes of others, it is extremely dangerous.During the one-day vacation that Elizabeth specially set aside for Carlotta to adjust her mood, Carlotta did not choose to rest, but went to the shooting range of Bentley's house under the strange eyes of her bosses.

"I was born in the French countryside. My ancestors used to be aristocrats but now they have no land. I think you have already discovered this from my surname."

Carlotta's English can be said to be very fluent. Although it is inevitable to have a French accent, it is still comfortable to listen to: "Our family teaches our children without using books."

Seeing how Carlota picked up the hunter. Mucang adjusted to the recoil and hit the bull's-eye with five rounds in a row, Elizabeth's eyes showed a hint of admiration besides being weird: "Then fighting..."

"Oh yes, and horse riding, fighting, swordsmanship, I'm pretty good at it."

Carlotta was wearing a riding outfit on this day, and his bright face showed that he was in a good mood.Wearing a handsome riding outfit on her body did not give a sense of disobedience, but instead highlighted a trace of heroism that did not exist in her dress: "Would you like to try it with me, Mr. Darcy?"

"No, I trust you."

Fitzwilliam Darcy exhaled, and at the same time felt more awe of the identity of the female opera singer.Irene Adler's intelligence made a very strong impression on him, and this person's strength and calmness...

It is said that the People's Theater in Paris is haunted, and it seems to be really haunted.Otherwise, it would be impossible to be so calm.

"After all, you should also know that although there are some troubles in our France, everyone still lives peacefully and has some fun. That's all my fun. It's a little out of line, but it's justified, isn't it?"

"..."

Bentley shrugged, well, you are powerful, you can do whatever you say.However, he took advantage of the opportunity to publish the news of "Legendary female opera singer repelling the murderous maniac" in the newspaper, successfully sold all of Carmen's tickets, and made a name for his theater.

Carlotta didn't have any objections to this, but when she got the news that "Inspector Lestrade from Scotland Yard and the two detectives will be there" in the background, she was relieved, and there was a little something in her eyes. Carmen's pride.

Carmen, Carmen, you are a free lovebird, unexpectedly you are a symbol of luck.

Carlota lowered her eyes, stroking the hem of the flamenco dress worn by Carmen on her body, showing a charming smile that belonged to Carmen to herself in the mirror, and gently touched the mirror with her hand.

Love is like the truth, an unruly bird that comes and goes without a trace, who can catch it.

Right, Mr. Sherlock Holmes in pursuit of mental stimulation?

The author has something to say: Let me explain in advance that Lota found Lao Fu not because of "love", but because of the phantom.

She thinks that Lao Fu, you need mental stimulation. Regarding Phantom, you have stimulation. I killed Phantom, and everyone took what they needed.However, Lao Fu is not so easily impressed... ╮(￣▽￣")╭