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

The gunshots began to sound gradually, Carlotta closed the door, pulled the curtains completely, looked into the dark room, and slowly lit a small candle.

The uprising broke out completely in the night, and then lasted for a night before ending, and now it has only just begun.Carlotta stared at the orange flame in front of him, and put his hand next to it to feel the slightly hot heat.

It was already summer in Paris, but she felt extremely cold.

The flames trembled slightly and then began to tremble violently, accompanied by screams and gunshots from nowhere.Carlota instantly withdrew his hand and clenched Deglin in the holster, and looked in the direction of the sound, but he could only see the gray wall in his apartment.

No, it's not a gray wall, it just looks gray because of the low light.

Carlotta shook his head, and after hearing more screams, gunshots, and even the sound of breaking into the door, he moved his desk to the door without hesitation, pressed against it firmly, and then smoothly There is a pile of books on top.

Her movements were mechanical and neat, and when the entire door was almost blocked by books, Carlotta froze for a moment, then took the book off the table and put it back on the shelf.

Some great detective was supposed to be back tonight, and she didn't want to lose the door.

This repetitive and purely physical movement made Carlotta sweat all over, but at the same time he felt a little more relaxed in his heart.Her hearing is too good to be obvious in this situation, and it also makes her feel like she knows a little too much.

The student's ideal is that the entire population of Paris has participated in the uprising, and they are all fighting against such an ineffective government.The funeral during the day gave them such thoughts, but at night they saw silent and dark doors and windows.

The citizens have expressed their wishes as much as they could during the day, and they couldn't do the uprising with their lives at stake.

Because this is the best of benevolence.

Carlotta put down the last book, sat directly on the edge of the table and took a few breaths.Then he stood up again and looked at the candles on the table.The candlelight on the candlestick slowly stopped shaking and became warmer, and the light became softer, which made Carlotta slightly relieved.

When will he come back.

Staring at the candle, Carlotta felt that he was becoming more and more cranky.Hearing brought her not only the control of information, but also more distraction.The gunshots, cries, and screams before dying, and even the silent death represented by the blood flowing on the ground, all made her seem to have really seen that scene.

Covering my ears, my mind became clearer, and I was more able to imagine what it looks like on the streets of Paris now.

"help me!"

Hearing the tragic cry, Carlota bit her lip fiercely, squatted down and buried her head between her knees.She clasped the back of her head tightly with her hands, took slow and deep breaths, and gradually calmed down her mind.

She can't go out, can't go out, dare not go out.

She is afraid of death.

She heard a lot of voices, getting closer to her block than before.The church bells rang punctually even in this confusion, and became more hectic at the same time.

A row of frightened birds flew past the window, chirping non-stop, as if unable to return to their original nest because of the battle in Paris.Carlotta's hand was even harder, trying to shrink himself to be more rounded.

The long breath allowed her to gradually pull back the hearing that had been extended due to fright, and the ear was bit by bit quieter than before, but it also made her feel more and more dangerous.The candle on the table jumped suddenly, Carlotta immediately pulled out his Deglin, jumped up and pointed the gun at the door.

"boom!"

The gunshot outside the window made her instantly feel the flames of war approaching. While rejoicing in her heart that she had sent Cosette to the interior of the church, which defaulted to a non-combat zone, she loaded the bullet directly, and slowly opened the curtain to take a look outside. , moving the window slightly a crack.

At this time, Carlotta felt that it was a waste of not having a wooden warehouse in his hand for sniping.

The street was already in a state of battle. Carlotta saw that those poor students had almost no decent weapons in their hands, so he subconsciously aimed his gun at the familiar black coat, and then directly sent a bullet to the other party. .

Of course it wouldn't be aimed at the vitals. Carlotta felt that he was not strong enough to deprive a person of his life, so the shot should be aimed at the knee.

Glancing at the street, Carlotta suddenly fixed his gaze in one direction after scanning it again.The figure over there was a little too familiar, so she could only see him in the whole street in an instant.

Sherlock Holmes!You come back at such a time!

Carlotta roared inwardly, retracted the gun on the window sill, quickly ran to the door and began to remove the books.The sense of security that he felt when he piled up at the door before turned into urgency and self-contempt at this moment. He frantically complained about why he had to do so much, and Carlotta threw the book directly on the sofa on the ground where it would not hinder walking. Hearing the slight knock on the door, he pushed the table aside, and quickly opened a gap for the detective outside.

"Don't worry I haven't been seen, you're safe."

Carlotta didn't bother to care what Holmes said, and motioned for him to push the table back against the door.Holmes looked at the soprano who didn't say a word, and followed her to throw the book on the table two points more quickly: "Your movements were very small just now, and neither were I. There is another door outside the apartment. Higher windows should be..."

With the last book on the table, Carlotta decides to shut up the detective who has begun to babble.

"And now that I'm back, the door has been completely blocked, no one can come in... Lota?"

Holmes stared blankly at the soprano who was directly hooking his hands around his neck and trying to lower his height. She lowered her head with a bit of cooperation. Under the dim light of only one candle, he felt the pressure on his lips It was pressed with a layer of softness, and even tasted a bit salty.

With such heroism, would even Miss Carlotta, who faced Jack the Ripper, be afraid?

The thought flashed through Holmes' mind, and at the same time he put his arms around her.

Of course it will.Sighing in his heart, he could feel the soprano's body trembling slightly, with sweat on her body, and the strength on her lips was no different from biting.Of course she would be afraid, why wouldn't she be afraid in this Paris where courage is needed even to survive.

She was never as strong as she thought.

Responding to her as gently as possible, Holmes gently patted Carlotta's back to comfort her. After feeling that she had calmed down, he whispered with a smile: "Very good way of greeting, I hope there will be more Second-rate."

"Next time? Save it. And why did you come back today? Today is too dangerous. I thought you would at least wait until a little later."

"No, I thought it would be a day earlier, but there are some troubles at the port."

Holmes sighed, hugged her and sat on the sofa, and slowly brushed his hands across his lover's back to give her some real feeling: "And I think today's moment, no matter what, will come back."

"Well, but it would have been nice if you had been earlier."

Carlota leaned against Mr. Detective's arms, feeling safe for the first time in this chaotic night: "I hope you can come back sooner."

"Earlier? Maybe next time we act together, it doesn't matter if it's early or not."

"Not bad, I can be your bodyguard."

"That's right, Miss Carlotta, who has accurate marksmanship, how much should I give you a day?"

"You still have private money?"

"..."

Holmes paused for a moment, and moved the hand that was originally on the shoulder to his waist to embrace her, and his tone was a little more cautious: "I think it is quite normal for a gentleman to have personal property. "

"Well, I couldn't agree more with that."

Carlota felt her heartbeat gradually stabilized, and what gradually appeared in her mind was a little shame about the position of sitting on Holmes' lap: "So can we change the position?"

"Why change?"

Holmes smiled, and covered her ears with his hands when he heard the faint gunshots coming from outside the house: "This will give you a sense of security, won't it? Besides, I'm here now."

The temperature on the ear is very comfortable, and indeed there is a sense of security.Carlota could even feel the gunshots and wailing disappear in an instant, and even if he wanted to hear it, he couldn't hear it at all.

After the originally tense nerves were completely relaxed, a tidal wave of fatigue came. Carlotta let out a sigh of relief, leaned on Holmes' chest and closed his eyes, feeling that he was instantly overwhelmed by sleepiness. .

"Sleep Lotta, I'm here."

Yes, he was already here, the door to the house was blocked, and the candle light was hypnotic, and she was safe now.

Yawning a little, Carlota felt a little drowsy. Although she wasn't covered with any warm blanket, she was very warm now.

"Good night, then, Sherlock, I love you."

"Good night Lotta, I may love you a little more than I thought."

"Really? Then you didn't love me that much before?"

"No, it's just that I didn't notice it. As a detective, this is a dereliction of duty."

Carlotta closed his eyes and laughed softly, then fell into a good sleep.

I, too, seem to love you more than I thought.

The author has something to say: Ah, it’s Lao Fu’s birthday today, give him a hug [Hey]