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

As Holmes said, when he returned to England from Switzerland, he was not chased and intercepted, but peacefully as if nothing had happened.

One of the most intelligent men in Europe, like Sherlock Holmes three years ago, is biased and short-sighted towards women.This made Carlota feel very relieved. At the same time, when she handed over the information to Mycroft, she saw that his hairline had been pushed back a lot for no reason.

"This is……"

Carlotta tried hard to hide the smile in his eyes, and glanced at the top of Mycroft's head with a little seriousness: "You have worked really hard."

"With you guys as bait in front, I didn't have to work so hard."

Mycroft took the file bag and subconsciously rubbed the space between his brows: "It's just that some things are often hidden deeper."

"That's something that can't be helped. It's normal to carefully cover up the hole cards in your hand when you feel critical, and then play the miscellaneous cards to disturb your sight or take this opportunity to eliminate the opponent's chance as much as possible."

Carlotta pursed her lips and looked at Mycroft with a very serious expression: "Mycroft, can you guarantee the safety of those involved?"

"Don't worry, Mr. Darcy and his wife have gone to Derbyshire, and Mrs. de Bourgh can shelter them. Now the only thing left is you..."

"I'm going back to 221B."

"why?"

"Because Sherlock told me that he would come back before the New Year." Carlota shrugged his shoulders, and there was a bit of complaint in his tone: "It's really cruel for a person to go to Germany and not take me with him."

"Oh?"

Mycroft narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at Carlotta's expression suddenly became a little dangerous: "Dear Carlotta, don't try to deceive me."

"I didn't lie to you."

Mr. Sherlock Holmes will really go to Germany, but she doesn't know what he will do before he goes.

Looking at his brother in law with a little innocent expression, Carlotta didn't move at all, but showed a little sigh: "Mycroft, you treat me like this, although I have expected it but I I still feel a little sad.”

"Sad? Before you are completely sad, tell me why you have to return to 221B. I have already arranged for you an absolutely safe environment, there is no need..."

"It is necessary, my dear Mycroft."

The blue eyes met the gray ones, and Carlotta felt amused at that moment.As brothers, Mycroft and Sherlock are surprisingly similar in some places. For example, the color of this pair of eyes made her look at it for a long time, and she even had the illusion that the person in front of her was indeed Sherlock.

"It is impossible for everyone to be arranged. It is only correct if someone is not arranged or not aware of it."

She wants to go back to 221B, maybe there is a huge trap in 221B, but because Mr. Detective is working on his final plan, she has to step in.

Because they trust each other, but also bear different responsibilities.

"What a keen lady."

Looking at Carlotta's back, Mycroft uttered the same sentence as when he saw Carlotta. He didn't know whether to laugh at himself or sigh, but felt a little relieved towards his younger brother. .

This sharp lady won't stand still, will she?Or because of her keenness, her younger brother might still have a chance.

"Go to Switzerland immediately and dig out my worrying brother!"

"Yes, boss."

As always, Baker Street is neither bustling nor quiet. There will always be people passing by slowly, ordering a cup of coffee and some cake for afternoon tea at the corner coffee shop.Carlotta returned to his residence casually as usual, and even hummed a song when he opened the door.

When she turned the key, her muscles tensed, and she turned sideways the moment she confirmed that the door was opened, and turned the handle only after confirming that her entire body was covered by the door panel.

Mrs. Hudson's voice came from far and near, with her usual complaints and joy in her tone. When she said the word "back", the ending trembled slightly and raised, and she said "dear" intimately. The voice used is exactly the same sweet and greasy as before.

This Mrs. Hudson was herself, and she was not held hostage.

After a few words floated in his mind, Carlotta let go of Deglin, who was originally in his hand, smiled at Mrs. Hudson, and immediately held her hand without her noticing. In his direction, he quickly closed the door and threw Mrs. Hudson to the ground.

"My God, my God Carlotta, you are too..."

The word enthusiasm was stuffed back by a gunshot, Carlotta cursed in a low voice, and then quickly said: "Mrs. Hudson, the back door."

"The back door, oh yes, the key to the back door has been with me. God Carlota, what's going on?"

"Mycroft!"

Carlota gritted her teeth. She was still thinking about how she could be sent out directly by Mycroft, so that instead of letting a certain professor's minions discover that they had been discovered.It turned out that the "bait" he used was not himself, but Mrs. Hudson.

This old lady... Well, not a particularly old lovely lady, although she may chatter sometimes, but she is definitely a capable person if she can rent the house to Sherlock.And all fools know that Sherlock doesn't have many friends, one Watson is almost all his social circle, but in his social circle, there is another person.

Although this person is small, he is not an existence that can be ignored by Mr. Detective. He regards this person as very important, and he can be regarded as caring.

"Go back and settle accounts with Sherlock's brother, Mrs. Hudson, give me the key, don't look back, don't hesitate, run!"

"Oh my god, this is the craziest day of my life."

Carlota is now very grateful to her over-acute hearing for the sound of a bullet being loaded, and for her constant vigilance to the point where she heard a mutter of "just happened to be two people killed together" in the street.But might she turn around, might she run away with Mrs. Hudson?

Two, she wouldn't let Mrs. Hudson die here.

Pulling up Mrs. Hudson, Carlotta flashed across the crowded alley like the wind, saw the hidden door behind and directly stuffed the key into the keyhole, twisted it roughly and quickly, opened the door, and put Hudson first. Mrs. Sen was pushed out, and then flashed out again.

"This is really the only time in my life that I narrowly escaped death."

Mrs. Hudson let out two breaths and looked around in shock.The gunshots just now made her feel a little overwhelmed, and she always felt that there would be another bullet hole sticking out of those dark windows.

"Here, Mrs. Hudson."

The proficient dressing skills honed in Italy allowed Carlotta to flip his skirt casually, and at the same time took off the small shawl on his body and put it on Mrs. Hudson's shoulders.She threw the hat aside casually, and at the same time took out another purple-black hat from her handbag and placed it on top of the head of the landlady next to her.

"This is……"

"You say 'I'm Hudson' to the first person after that who accosts you and says 'Madam, would you like some honey or milk?'"

Carlotta turned the skirt over and tore it off, wearing a pair of pants inside, looking neat and tidy: "That person will let you go to a safe place."

"No, what about you, dear? You will come with me, too."

"Mrs. Hudson, I still have things to do."

Carlota tidied up the holster tied to his leg, looked at Mrs. Hudson's worried look and smiled: "Go forward, keep going. But maybe only next time you can pay for your 221B, by the way I and Sherlock might consider living with you for the rest of their lives, but that plan will be for another two years, and remember, I'm not going to die."

"Nonsense..."

After nudging Mrs. Hudson, who was about to say something, Carlota turned her head to look at the building, with a gleam of regret flashing in her eyes.All the residents inside have been evacuated, and all their belongings have been fully compensated or transferred.And she—

What she needs is for those people to see "Mrs. Holmes die".

Does a death need a witness?Not necessary, just need to make people believe that "Mrs. Holmes is dead".As for how to believe, it is also very simple, as long as they have this idea in their hearts, it will be fine.

Another example is an old landlady who has witnessed everything and has a life-saving grace with Mrs. Holmes.

Mrs. Hudson watched the figure in trousers run to the place where they left, and before she had much time to think, flames and smoke rose into the air, followed by a loud noise.

"Do not……"

The sound of the explosion shook the entire block, and some windows even shattered. The broken glass hit the street bit by bit, and the icy raindrops sharply slashed at everything that hindered its trajectory, splitting trees, carriages, etc. , and Mrs. Hudson's heart.

With such an explosion, would she still be alive?Even a building could be knocked down, if Carlotta hadn't been in the middle at the time, the collapsed wall cupboard, everything was something that could kill her.

How could it be that she was dead?Such a bright and sunny lady, with eyes like the sky and a lady who smiles like a flower blooming, will sing operas in the afternoon, making people feel happy when they hear it...

"Do not!!!!!"

The author has something to say: Lota is not dead =. = In the original book, Lao Mo did the blasting of 221B once, and used it to write in detail [Hey], I’m sorry Mrs. Hudson, you can torture this couple as you want later [cough cough

In the past two days, I have saved the original male lead perspective that I will open in the future, a story about being reborn as a primary school student and then being driven crazy [wait]. If you are interested, you can go to my column and read it, it is called "After going to primary school for the second time" [This is the best effort to name Fei