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

Although London is not so humid, the sun is not so bright.Regarding the issue of accommodation, Carlotta looked at Mrs. Hudson who was very enthusiastic towards him, and wanted to ask what the detective did with this house when he rented the house.

"I used to think that he would be alone all his life. Look, even Mr. Watson is married and he is still single and no one to take care of him. Even though Mr. Holmes is used to punching holes in my wall with a gun, I still regret it. .”

No, punching a hole in the wall or something isn't an "even if" thing.

Carlota glanced at Mr. Detective, who was smoking a cigarette, and sympathized with Mrs. Hudson: "You have worked really hard after renting out the house."

"Speaking of Miss Carlotta, I remember you had a letter before, but Mr. Holmes left too fast and didn't receive it, so I kept it."

Mrs. Hudson handed over the letter that had been over half a year with a smile, and there was a gossip attitude in her eyes: "Of course I haven't opened it to read it, but since it's been so long, and he also You’ve been in France all this time, so the matter you’re going to talk to him should have been settled, right?”

Solve... oh, the Phantom thing.Carlotta froze for a while before reacting and nodding, suddenly felt that time seemed to pass a little fast, and it seemed a little too slow.After all, half a year is nothing to her, but the resolution of the phantom incident actually gave her a strange feeling of "that was a long time ago".

Listening to Mrs. Hudson's ramblings to her tenants, and the impatient behavior of the big detective seeing off the guests at the end, Carlotta laughed directly: "You are also my tenant, why don't you treat me like this?" ?”

"That's different."

Holmes grumbled, reached out and took back the letter that had passed half a year ago, and put it directly into his suit inner pocket without opening it: "You sent the letter too late, Carlotta."

"Is it really too late, or did you come too early?" Carlotta didn't bother to care about whether he secretly followed her in a certain corner or was he really stuck so accurate that he sent a letter in the morning and he was there in the evening Arrived: "But I don't want to talk about these, where do I live?"

"Perhaps you would like to share 221B with me for a while?"

Carlota raised her eyebrows when she heard this, and before she could speak, she heard Mrs. Hudson's voice returning to 221B again: "Sherlock, and Miss Lester, is it convenient for me to come up now?"

"So who the hell is French?"

Holmes couldn't help muttering, which even made Carlotta amused: "It's okay, come on, Mrs. Hudson."

"She didn't come back by herself, and she brought trouble."

"Aren't you a detective? Since you are a detective, why do you think those customers who come to you to entrust you with a case are 'troublesome'?"

"Because most cases test not my IQ, but patience."

Carlotta coughed and said nothing, she still somewhat agreed with this: "But you can't miss any case because of these details, right?"

"Maybe next time you can help me get rid of the wives who just want me to catch mistresses."

"That can't be done, Mrs. Darcy is ready to invite me to the theater."

"And then sing "Carmen" for 30 years? Although I believe Lotta you are still beautiful at 50, but that is too boring."

"..."

Carlota snorted and was too lazy to continue talking to him, but in fact she agreed in her heart.Some theaters in England are different from France, they run the same opera for a very long time, which is almost as long as a detective said 30 years.

or longer.

But it's a little late to discuss this issue now. Looking at the slightly reserved little woman, Carlotta looked at Mr. Detective and motioned him to speak first, otherwise the atmosphere would be too awkward.

"I... my husband is missing."

Oh, with a standard beginning, will there be a standard ending?Carlotta sighed: "This lady..."

"St. Clair, my name is Leah St. Clair."

"Okay, Mrs. St. Clair, can you elaborate on what happened before your husband disappeared?"

Seeing the way Holmes' fingertips aligned, Carlota smiled, and then nodded at the lady who was obviously at a loss: "You don't have to be restrained, just tell what you see."

"I saw him in Swan Gate Lane on Monday." Mrs. St. Clair sat down still cautiously, but her face was more flustered: "I saw him on the second floor, he waved to me, and Shouted something, I thought it was calling for help, and then he just disappeared."

"Gone?"

"Yes, I hurried forward. There was an Indian guarding downstairs. When I rushed up, my husband disappeared. There was only a beggar and two Malays who were not doing their jobs."

"Sounds interesting."

Seeing Holmes' thoughtful expression, Carlotta sat on the side very calmly: "Mrs. St. Clair, have you gone to Scotland Yard to report the crime?"

"Yes, I went there then. But... I don't trust them very much, and I trust your reputation more."

Oh yes, fame.Carlotta curled his lips to express some disdain, but was caught by Mr. Detective, and he directly grabbed his hand: "Okay, I understand, I will go to investigate the clues immediately."

"Looking for clues?"

"Quite an interesting thing, isn't it?"

After seeing off Mrs. St. Clair, Holmes quickly changed his outfit a little: "I'll go to Scotland Yard, you to the Darcy-Bentley Theatre. We each have our own jobs, isn't it normal?"

"It's really normal."

Carlotta thought for a while and had to agree with this reason, especially this statement gave her a very comfortable feeling: "Then let's go out to work now, right?"

"Before parting, I think you can give me a kiss."

Just know.

But this is not something to be stingy about. After lightly touching Holmes' cheek, Carlota stretched out his hand to straighten his uncluttered skirt: "If you go to a place that is too dangerous, remember to protect yourself."

"Of course, maybe this matter can be resolved tomorrow, and I will have dinner with Watson and his wife later."

Maybe another girl would think that this is contempt for herself, but in Carlotta's opinion, this is nothing more than comfortable.Kristen had always resisted going on stage, and was fine at home when married, but she was different.

She likes the stage and wants to perform one story after another on the stage.Music and singing are part of her life. If she can't continue to sing because of marriage, she would rather be single until old age.

But thinking about how "Famous Soprano Miss Lester" will become "Famous Soprano Mrs. Holmes" in the future, Carlota always felt that she suddenly became inferior.

"Grade?"

Elizabeth Darcy laughed directly. She was originally a very cheerful and lively person, even after she got married, she didn't change much: "God Carlotta, I can actually hear the word "marriage" from your mouth. It was enough to surprise me. Let alone Mr. Holmes, this surprise is almost a duet."

"What's wrong with getting married?" Carlota frowned. She didn't come to the Darcy-Bentley Theater this time as a soprano: "But I also feel terrible. I haven't seen you for just a year. My concept is almost the same as It was very different a year ago."

"It's as different as Mr. Darcy's first and second proposals to me."

Elizabeth couldn't help curling her lips when she mentioned her husband, but she still wouldn't say such things to embarrass her husband: "Miss Carlotta, who doesn't believe in love, actually fell in love, which is enough to make me feel shocked."

"Well, and the point is that I actually love him more than I thought, which is also a very shocking thing to me."

Looking at Carlotta who spoke out her inner thoughts frankly, Elizabeth could only sigh that this is the unique frankness of the French in dealing with love: "Then it seems that he loves you very much too. When are you going to get married?"

"Maybe soon." Carlotta shrugged as he looked at the empty theater. Carmen was still rehearsing on the stage, but the soprano seemed a little absent-minded: "Don't talk about me yet, Elizabeth, we want to You can pick a day to talk about it, but today is different."

"Oh yes, since I received your letter a month ago, I feel that something is wrong, but looking at it now, I can only say that you had vision at the time. If you came to be the manager of the theater, I have no objection Views."

Thinking of the uprising that took place in Paris not long ago, Elizabeth couldn't help lamenting: "Although I'm curious, it's really not the time to talk about these things. Dear Carlotta, you really decided to become the manager of the Darcy-Bentley Theater people?"

A month ago, Carlotta, who was planning a retreat for himself, sent a letter to Elizabeth Darcy in England asking if she needed a soprano, but it was not Mrs. Darcy who replied, but Mr. Fidasi.

In addition to greetings, his words can be regarded as sincere. After Jane Bentley, who was originally the theater manager, became pregnant, the Darcy-Bentley Theater lacked a manager. If Carlotta is moved, he is very interested in it as an investor. She takes the job.

There are not many things that a manager has to do, but the only purpose is to make his theater more popular.Carlotta is very comfortable with these things, especially Mr. Darcy, who has always been picky, praised her after she solved the phantom incident. The manager's seat can indeed be handed over to Carlotta.

"I can take the place of Mrs. Bingley for a while, but I don't want to do it for long."

Carlota vaguely sensed that something was wrong with Holmes, but the problem hadn't been fully revealed yet, so she could only try to make her "work" arrangement more flexible: "After Mrs. Bingley recovers, I will return it to Mrs. her seat."

"Oh yes, after all maybe you'll be Mrs. Holmes in a year's time, won't you?

Whoever mentions the word Mrs. Holmes is about to explode!

But what else could she do with Mrs. Darcy's bright eyes?She was so cute, and her expression was extremely sincere, and she didn't seem to be joking at all, which completely defeated Carlota.

Perhaps it can only be said that, as expected, married women are the scariest.

The author has something to say: Now is the case of the man with crooked lips, and the two have their own jobs, so there is no need to follow each other =w=

I had a lot of fun with AJ in Orlando these two days, but also very tired_(:з」∠)_I may not reply so soon, please forgive me QAQ