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

What happened at the waterfall Carlotta didn't want to know, as Holmes said, the result was that he survived and Moriarty didn't, that's enough.

"I thought you'd like to know more."

"You and Moriarty are no better than Phantom and I. Although Phantom and I both want each other to disappear, we won't use killers unless we have to. You and Moriarty have a higher level of enemies than the two of us." too much."

Carlota smiled, and made the oil lamp brighter before continuing: "He really wants to kill you, right?"

"I used to think that I could have an opponent, but it's a pity."

"Yes, it's a pity."

Opponents and old enemies are completely two concepts. Opponents can compete with each other and improve each other, and even develop a friendship with some sympathy, but old enemies are not.

Wanting the other party to die, wanting the other party to die in one's own hands, is the final outcome of the old enemy.

"Anyway, you survived, and I don't mind what happened, after all, only the living can speak."

"Dead people can talk sometimes."

"That's when you decide the case. I'm talking about now."

Carlota glanced at Holmes sullenly, and pushed a small plate of cookies in his direction: "It should be the taste you are used to."

"Well, indeed, it's still delicious, already comparable to Cosette."

"That's really nice."

Carlota propped her chin and felt a little drowsy. Her biological clock has been healthy for the past two days, and she didn't even stay up late: "Then, dear Mr. Holmes, if you are hungry, eat before I go to bed."

Yawning, Carlota waved his hand boredly, without showing any worried expression: "If you get hurt, I put the medicine in the closet next to you. You know, good night."

"……Good night."

Carlotta yawned in his pajamas and fell directly on the bed. He didn't wake up very much when he felt that there seemed to be someone beside him. He muttered a few times and stopped talking.

"You are really trusting me too much."

"Honey we're both married, and what if you're dead and still want me to wear a black veil? No, I'll go back to France and sing opera, be Miss Lester again, get young handsome guys and travel the world for the rest of my life, Don't try to hold me back."

"That's really sorry for your grand plans."

Holmes laughed outright, bowed his head and kissed the hair of the person next to him lightly.

For my wife, no matter how serious the situation is, even if she falls from the waterfall and comes here, it is still the same as returning home, there is no difference.

France was not particularly far from Switzerland, but that night Holmes slept the most relaxed and comfortable sleep since his return from the waterfall.When he woke up sleepily, looking at the sunlight coming in from the window, he felt a sense of ease.

After all, only here is "home".

"If you wake up, you can relax your hands."

Carlota felt that Holmes' hands were like iron hoops, which made her feel as if she had been wearing a girdle all night: "Otherwise..."

"Otherwise you kick me out of bed."

Mr. Detective answered this sentence very naturally, and leaned his head directly on her shoulder: "I finally solved the biggest case, why don't you let me take a break?"

"No, today is the last day of the year, and I want to buy something to celebrate."

"I still feel that in my life, except for the time when I married you, no other ceremony is necessary."

Carlotta felt that the detective seemed a little clingy after returning, but she was not so stingy considering that this was a situation where she could give some benefits. After closing her eyes again, she felt a little sleepy again.

It was a fine day, and the sun shone evenly on the bed through the window. Holmes felt that his relaxed mood had brought on the same drowsiness as Carlotta, and then he closed his eyes obediently.

"What are your plans for the future, Lotta?"

"Intend?"

"Just like what you said yesterday, do you want to travel around the world, or become the best soprano and hire the handsome guy you like?"

"That's based on the fact that you didn't come back. Now that you're back, to be honest, after traveling around Europe, I found it's most comfortable to stay at home. The best soprano is picky and picky. Anyway, I'm still the best."

Carlota spoke lazily, without any sense of shame: "Or, do you have a better suggestion?"

"Indeed, it's better to simply rest now, I'm also very tired..."

"Come on, if you really can't find anything to do, then go and study how we can poke down that beehive in our backyard."

Things like hornet's nests... Holmes twitched the corners of his mouth. This kind of thing was a bit too boring for him, and it could even be said to be more boring than sleeping.

"Also, if you're really bored, you can use your imagination."

Carlota turned over suddenly, looking at the detective's gray eyes with a hint of curiosity: "For example, what will the world we live in be like in 150 years."

"Why 150?"

"Because I think if there are no accidents, I can still see 1900, but the era of 2000, which spans thousands of years, is not necessarily the case."

Carlotta nodded solemnly, confident in his lifespan: "And Mr. Detective, who is 16 years older than me, you took such a risk to solve the case. Today is 1834. You are 36 years old now, and you can still see The dawn of 1900?"

"Who said that, I am also very confident in my life expectancy, only one hundred and two years old."

Holmes sighed, stretched out his hand to embrace the self-proclaimed best soprano in the world, and rubbed his chin on the top of her head: "Aren't you still wanting to sleep, then go ahead."

"Suddenly I can't sleep, let's talk."

Leaving out of Holmes' embrace lightly, Carlotta sat up straight, patted his face and then smiled: "For example, do you know that 221B was blown up?"

Holmes knew, of course, that his wife had lost their wedding ring.But the ring is still in his pocket, and he is not going to return it yet.

"I think Mrs. Hudson must be so frightened that she is about to faint." Holmes took Carlotta's words seriously, but got up from the warm bed with a look of hopelessness.

In Montpellier, Mrs. Exley had a husband who was traveling far away. She looked very radiant today. It didn’t take long for a strange gentleman to appear at the Exley’s house and went to the market with his wife. shopping for New Year's food.

"This is..."

"That's right, he just finished his last deal and came to Montpellier with me."

This sounds like a flag, but since it's over, Carlotta doesn't mind using this as a joke: "Good afternoon, Miss Laura, this is my husband, Mr. Scott Exley .”

"Oh, nice to meet you, I'm Laura."

Miss Laura standing there alone can almost match the width of the couple, but the couple did not feel reluctant to call her "Miss Laura", but with an attitude of intimacy.

"Thank you Miss Lola for taking care of Chloe during this time. I'm really worried about her being alone."

Speak in a gentle tone, followed by a loving gaze.

Are you not tired of acting like this all day?

Carlotta immediately laughed when he saw such a look from the obviously impatient Mr. Detective.

"Thank you, Miss Laura, for your concern. My husband and I will move on."

Miss Laura looked at the backs of this pair of Bi people, and after sighing at their matching looks, she patted her head, tidied up the green onions in her vegetable basket, and revealed to her social circle without hesitation, "Eck Mr. Seeley has returned".

"You know I'm the best soprano in the world, and acting like this is a piece of cake for me."

Walking to a place where there was no one by the sea, Carlotta smiled and let go of Holmes' hand, walked a few quick steps, turned around, and then walked backwards towards him step by step.

"We will rest in Montpellier for a while, and we will go to other places. There is no big case in a peaceful town. We can go to Scotland or the United States. Finally, we have to go back and apologize to Mrs. Hudson, and then Continue to rent her 221B, after that..."

"Afterwards, I can retire and publish a paper 'How to deal with hornet's nests in the backyard'."

Carlotta immediately laughed when he heard this, stood still and stretched out his hand to Holmes.

"Do you still remember the first sentence you said to me?"

After standing still, Holmes thought for a moment, and then showed a smile.

"I remember it seemed IMHO ma'am, you didn't look like you were 'nothing'."

"So what, is there nothing wrong?"

She watched the strict British gentleman walking forward at his own pace, grabbed her hand and gave her a tender kiss on the splendid coast of Montpellier.

"With me, there will be no haze around you."

"Coincidentally, I think so too."

The author has something to say: Well, the nineteenth century is over, and the modern chapter will start next (～￣▽￣)～

I will write a part of Watson's perspective 233333 first, and then completely open the mode of the modern chapter. The modern chapter has a part of Shenxia, ​​but more of it is to use the original work and the interpersonal relationship that I changed here, so please rest assured w