Chapter 505 Carmen

"Excellent reasoning," said Holmes. "As I say, your talent in this field is astonishing, my Eastern friend, and I cannot even find a suitable word for your intelligence."

He wanted to say something more, but the next moment the music started, so Holmes also shrank back to his seat, interlaced his fingers and put them on his knees, ready to enjoy the performance.

This new opera is called "Carmen". The author Georges Bicai was a Frenchman with great talent, but unfortunately he died young at the age of thirty-seven. This "Carmen" was completed one year before his death. It tells about a love tragedy that happened in Seville, Spain.

Carmen, a beautiful and free-spirited gypsy girl like a bird, works as a female worker in a tobacco factory. Don José, the military squad leader, is so fascinated by her that he does not hesitate to give up his lover in the countryside—the gentle and kind Mikaela After that, he violated military discipline and let go of Carmen who was fighting with the female workers without permission. When Jose was released from prison, he simply joined the smuggling gang that Carmen belonged to. Contradictory, Carmen empathized and fell in love with the bullfighter Escamillo. When people cheered for Escamillo's victory over the bull, Carmen died under the dagger of Don Jose.

Love and destruction are the themes of this opera.

Different from previous operas with heroes or mythical characters as the protagonists, "Carmen" takes female workers and low-level military officers as the protagonists. It has to be said that it is a bold attempt, which is why Irene Adler dressed as a gypsy busker in Reasons to find inspiration on the East Side.

The latter was wearing a red dress, which attracted the attention of all the audience as soon as he appeared on the stage.

She is more radiant tonight than ever, and she has an added unrestrained temperament, and the 3/8 aria she sings when she seduces Don José is also the climax of the first act.

However, when everyone was intoxicated by her singing voice and figure, Holmes patted Zhang Heng's shoulder and said in a low voice, "There is a situation, we have to act."

The two got up from their seats, bent down, and quietly came to the aisle beside them.

Holmes said, "Did you see the waiter in the box on the second floor?"

"uh-huh."

"He is the person who delivers fruit plates to each box. Originally, this position should be fixed, but there was a change of person about ten minutes ago."

"Do you think he is Mr. M, observing his prey at close range?"

"I don't think it's Mr. M himself, but this guy is obviously related to Mr. M. Capturing him will at least let us know who Mr. M's target is this time." Holmes said.

But the next moment, the waiter's eyes fell on the two of them, and there was a hint of suspicion in his eyes.

"He seems to... noticed us." Zhang Heng said.

"...It seems so." Holmes also said.

Then I saw the waiter throw away the tray in his hand, turned his head and rushed towards a box not far away.

"Let's split up and I'll go up."

"Then I'll go out." Zhang Heng said.

After a brief discussion, Holmes rushed up to the second floor, while Zhang Heng ran out of the theater.

The sudden appearance of Holmes at the top of the stairs obviously made several guards beside the prime minister's box nervous, but then Holmes was seen diving headlong into the box next door.

Pushing open the door, there was a mess on the table inside, and at the same time the window was wide open, food and wine glasses were swaying, a businessman was hugging his wife and daughter, and the family of three were shivering.

Holmes didn't stop, and stepped on the window sill with his left foot. However, his expression changed immediately, and he noticed that when he was about to leave, the panic expressions of the three members of the family not only did not ease, but also showed signs of aggravation.

Holmes realized at once that the object of his pursuit was probably still in the box.

However, this time his opponent was also very decisive. Seeing him stop, he decisively rolled out from under the seat and stabbed Holmes' calf with the knife in his hand. The latter blocked the blow with his cane and sent the dagger flying. But then the target jumped up from the ground and hugged Holmes' body, and the two fell backwards together.

The scene was chaotic, accompanied by the scream of the hostess, but at this time the sound of the music just reached its peak, covering up the commotion here.

Holmes' boxing skills could not be used in such a small space, and at the same time, his head accidentally bumped into something just now. The man who looked like a waiter rode on him, pinched his neck, and made him breathe faster. It became more and more difficult. He reached out to reach the cane that had fallen to the side, but was noticed by the opponent, and he stretched out his leg and kicked the cane to the side.

So Sherlock Holmes can only hope that the family of three watching the fun can give him a helping hand.

After a short period of stupefaction, the host was the first to react, pushed open the door of the box, and ran out with his wife and daughter without even putting on his coat.

"Excellent, you have been a great help." Holmes squeezed these words through his teeth.

Now he can only try his best to break away the hands pinching his neck.

Although Holmes looks thin, his strength is not bad, but he obviously met his opponent tonight. The opponent's strength is stronger than his, but he has no room to swim now.

Holmes only felt that his breathing was becoming more and more difficult, and the strength in his hands was getting weaker and weaker.

Just when his vision was about to become blurred, a figure rolled in from the window, kicked the waiter in the ribs, and kicked the waiter straight out and fell to the corridor.

The escaped Holmes greedily breathed the long-lost fresh air, and asked Zhang Heng, "Am I already dead, otherwise why are you here?"

"I didn't see anyone on the street when I went out. I guess he was still in the box and climbed up from below because he was worried that you would be in danger." Zhang Heng said.

"Climbed up?! You mean just climbed up? There is no ladder or anything nearby." Holmes rubbed his neck with an unbelievable expression on his face, "Have you ever been in a circus before?"

"Forget it, if you're okay, I'll go after someone." Zhang Heng said.

"Go, I'll lie down for a while, and I'll be there soon." Holmes panted.

Zhang Heng rushed out of the box, but saw that the guy who looked like a waiter didn't leave immediately, but ran outside the box where the prime minister was. He didn't know what he said to the guards there, but he saw two of them rushing towards Zhang Heng aggressively. Come.

I wish all senior high school students a smooth college entrance examination ~ pen refill