Pirate: My villain's identity is exposed

No. 35 Hotel Street.

The lights are on.

The layers of bubbles suspended in the air reflect brilliant colors, making the evening sandwiched between dusk and night get rid of the embarrassing situation and appear full of childishness.

Sherlock and Laurent chose the "Blue Butterfly Hotel" near the corner of the street to stay.

This is an oval-shaped foreign-style building. Unlike other hotels and inns that are made of alloy with bubbles on the surface, the Blue Butterfly Hotel is more like a wooden structure. It is full of green vines, with black and blue swallowtail butterflies standing on the vines.

If it weren't for the bubble night light hanging at the door that said it was open, Sherlock would have suspected that this hotel had been closed for a long time.

"welcome."

The wealthy landlady in a plaid shirt looked at Sherlock and Robert Labourne who had just entered the hotel, and said enthusiastically: "You are traveling to the Chambord Islands, right? Is your luggage heavy? Bray, come and help the guests carry it."

A young girl stepped forward and stretched out her hand: "Hello, sir, please leave your luggage to me."

Sherlock looked at the girl in front of him. She had two thick braids, slender eyes, and a slightly round face. She looked gentle and elegant. She had two deep dimples when she smiled, giving people the feeling of spring breeze.

She wore a white apron with a long black velvet skirt underneath. She spoke with a distinct Chambord Islands accent, and she sounded like a local.

Sherlock took off his hat and put it on his chest, then handed the suitcase to the girl named Bray.

The girl grabbed the bubble that popped up from the ground, stuffed the suitcase into the bubble, tied a rope to her hand, and led the bubble to follow Sherlock.

Pipicia followed closely behind the girl, her fat and round hands lifting her skirt from time to time, as if she was curious.

Sherlock stretched out his hand to catch it back, and happened to meet Bray's eyes when he turned back. Bray pulled her skirt, and her favorable impression of Sherlock plummeted, but she still maintained basic courtesy.

The scene was awkward for a while, and Sherlock took back his hand. If I said it wasn't me, you wouldn't believe it.

"Is there any room available?"

Laubran asked, Bray smiled and nodded: "Mr. Father, yes, I need to register. Are you together?"

"Well, I want 2 rooms."

Laubran said, handing the temporary ID card to the landlady. The landlady registered and handed Bray two keys: "Take the two gentlemen to the room."

Bray turned around and took Sherlock and Laubran directly to the third floor: "Although the top floor is an attic, the air is very good, and there are only 4 rooms, so no one will disturb you."

After sending Laurent into the room first, she took Sherlock further inside and came to Room 4.

She opened the door, put the key in Sherlock's hand, and looked straight at the tulip on Sherlock's chest. However, due to Sherlock's character of lifting up his skirt, the girl decided to leave immediately.

"I am a flower trader."

In order to ease the awkward atmosphere, Sherlock explained, then took off the flower and handed it to Bray's hand, "100 Baileys."

"?"

Bree was stunned for a moment, then took the flower and handed it to Sherlock 100 Baileys. Suddenly she felt like she was being forcibly sold. She originally thought that the skirt-lifting scumbag would give the flower to her directly.

Really nasty and ungraceful.

Bray turned and left with a dark face, forgetting even the usual sales pitch. Generally, they would act as tour guides for out-of-town tourists, and the fee was only 200 beli per day, which was very cheap.

"Ok."

Sherlock closed the door, put away the gifts, went into the bathroom and took a hot bath, put on a clean nightgown and prepared to catch up on his sleep before going to the bar to inquire about news.

Mother Pipicia was also tired from playing, so she lay down next to Sherlock and snored.

Sherlock was curious as to why this guy didn't go back into the system. Fortunately, he didn't suffer from neurasthenia. Otherwise, with such a noise maker lying next to him, he wouldn't be able to sleep at night.

He lay on the soft bed, closed his eyes, and was about to fall asleep when the sound of a girl screaming rang in his ears.

"Bray?"

Sherlock sat up and opened the door.

Bray's voice came from Room 3. He walked over and knocked on the door: "Excuse me, do you need help?"

"Mr. Sherlock, save me."

Bray's voice sounded again.

Sherlock frowned and kicked open the door of Room 3.

A drunk man was pressing down on Bree and brutalizing her. Her clothes were torn, revealing a large area of ​​snow-white skin.

Sherlock walked over, grabbed the drunken man's shoulders, and dragged the tall and thick man up like a chicken.

The drunk man immediately spit out the fragrance: "Damn, where did this pretty boy come from to interfere with your grandpa's good deeds!"

He took out a dagger from his trouser pocket and stabbed Sherlock.

Sherlock easily dodged and swept his leg, knocking him to the ground.

Sherlock squatted down and put the revolver on his head: "Get out."

The drunk man's mind suddenly sobered up and he ran out of the hotel.

Sherlock also stood up and walked to Bray: "Are you okay?"

"No...it's fine."

When Bray saw that the person who came to save him was actually Sherlock, this shameless and uncompromising man, he quickly covered the leaked spring sunshine with his hands, stood up, and ran downstairs in a hurry, forgetting to even say thank you.

Sherlock put away his pistol and returned to his room, only to find the girl Bray lying on his bed.

Apparently he was knocked unconscious and brought here.

Shylock's head was full of black lines: "Lauberon!"

Lauberon walked out slowly: "Captain, I'm here."

"What are you doing?"

Sherlock asked.

"I think the captain saved her. He must have liked her, so he brought her to accompany the captain."

Roberto said confidently that according to Houston's previous style, he would never come to the rescue of a woman he didn't want to sleep with.

"..."

Sherlock covered his forehead with one hand: "I told you to keep a low profile here. We are here with a mission."

"I think she won't refuse to accompany such an excellent man as you."

Lauberon was talking serious nonsense.

Sherlock frowned: "Then why did you knock her out?"

"Missed."

Lauberon smiled.

Sherlock said sternly: "Don't make the decision to take her out without my permission in the future."

"You don't like her?"

Lauberon asked curiously.

Sherlock nodded: "I don't like her."

"Then why did you save her?"

Lauberon asked in confusion.

"Because if something happens to her, the police will come to her door, and everyone in the hotel will be interrogated. It will be very troublesome."

Sherlock said calmly.

Laubran nodded slightly and put Bray on his shoulders, "Okay, I'll send her away right away."

He made an OK gesture and left Sherlock's room with Bray.

At this time, Pipisia slowly recovered from her squashed shape. She hugged her fat belly and said angrily: "Who crushed us just now? Was it you? Can't you see us?"

"..." Sherlock looked at it speechlessly, "If you hadn't slept so hard, you would have seen a lady crushing you."

"Ma'am? Human woman? I'm not interested!"

Mother Pipisia raised her head proudly, "Next time, please invite a furry female bat to share my big bed."

"With your weight, a normal bat would be crushed to death."

Sherlock complained.

Not long after, Laubron walked in with a woman wearing a cheongsam, which attracted the attention of many men in the hotel.

The woman has wavy black hair and wears a soft black gauze hat that covers half of her face. However, she has an excellent figure. Her skirt opens to the top of her thighs. When she walks, her long white legs are looming, making people think.

She also held a long pipe in her hand, with a goldfish bag hanging from the pipe.

dong dong dong-

Laurent knocked on Shylock's door.

Shylock opened the door, and Robertson stepped back to let the woman into the room.

She closed the door, turned around, took off her black gauze bonnet, and pressed her pipe against Sherlock's chest.

"Houston, do you finally remember me?"

"Donna?"

Although beautiful women are all radishes in Sherlock's eyes, each radish has its own characteristics, allowing Sherlock to distinguish them.

It's Houston's ex-girlfriend again.

Donna took a puff of cigarette, staggered to Sherlock's bed, and looked around the hotel furnishings: "Tsk, tsk, tsk, you don't even look for me when you live in a place like this, because you think the floor is made of gold. Of?"

"..."

Sherlock was immediately choked by her words.

Rich woman from Versailles, I’m going to call the police if you do this again.

"Listen to what Laubran said, you have something to do here and you may stay for a while."

Donna has a pair of dark green pupils, as if she can see through people's souls.

Sherlock was in the same room with her, and his heart began to beat.