One Piece: My Villain Identity Has Been Exposed

Chapter 30 The Little Angel’s Greetings

35 Hotel Street.

Hua Deng is in the beginning.

The layer of bubbles suspended in the air reflects the brilliant colors, which makes the evening sandwiched between dusk and night get rid of the embarrassing situation, which is full of childishness.

Sherlock and Laurent chose to stay at a “Blue Butterfly Hotel” near the corner of the street.

This is an oval-shaped western-style building. Unlike other hotels and hotels made of alloys on the surface of the bubble, the Blue Butterfly Hotel is more like a wooden structure. The building is three stories high. The orange roof is mostly occupied by moss. It was full of cyan 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 suspected that the hotel had been closed for a long time.

“welcome.”

The wealthy proprietress wearing a plaid shirt looked at Sherlock and Laurent who had just stepped into the hotel, and said enthusiastically: “Did you travel to Sabaody Archipelago? Is the luggage heavy? Bray, come and help the guests mention it.”

A young girl stepped forward and stretched out her hand: “Hello, sir, leave the luggage to me.”

Sherlock looked at the girl in front of her. She had two thick braids, slender eyes, and a slightly round face. She looked gentle and graceful. When she smiled, she had two deep dimples, which made her feel like a spring breeze.

She squeezed a white apron, underneath the apron was a long black velvet skirt, speaking with a distinct Sabaody Archipelago accent, and she was a local.

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

The girl caught the bubble that emerged from the ground, stuffed the suitcase into the bubble, tied a rope to her hand, and followed Sherlock with the bubble.

“Are there any rooms available?”

Laubran asked, Bray smiled and nodded: “Mr. Father, yes, I need to do some registration. Are you together?”

“Well, I want two rooms.”

Laubran said, handing the temporary ID to the proprietress, the proprietress registered, and handed Bray two keys: “Take the two gentlemen to the room.”

Bray turned around and took Sherlock and Laubran straight up to the third floor: “Although the top floor is a loft, the air is very good, and there are only 4 rooms, so no one will be disturbed.”

After sending Laubran into the room, she took Sherlock to the farther 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: “This flower is so beautiful, I have never seen it here.”

“I’m here to be a merchant in the flower trade.”

Sherlock explained, and then took the flowers down and handed them to Bray’s hands, “100 Baileys.”

“Thank you, sir.”

Bray was stunned for a moment, and handed Sherlock 100 Bailey, suddenly felt a feeling of being forcibly sold. She originally thought that the gentleman would directly give flowers to herself.

Before Bray turned and left, he reminded Sherlock again, “If Mr. needs anything, just call me. I also work part-time as a tour guide.”

“OK.”

Sherlock closed the door, put the salute away, went into the bathroom and took a hot bath, put on a clean nightgown and prepared to get some sleep before going to the bar to find out the news at night.

He lay on the soft bed, closed his eyes, and was about to fall asleep, when a girl screaming sounded 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.”

Blay’s voice sounded again.

Sherlock frowned and kicked door 3 open.

A drunk was pressing on Bray and violent, her clothes were torn, exposing large areas of white skin.

Sherlock walked over, grabbed the shoulders of the drunkard, and dragged the five big and three thick guys up like a chicken.

The drunk immediately spit out fragrance: “Mother, where’s the little white face, it’s a good thing for your grandpa!”

He took out a dagger from Kabuto pants and stabs Sherlock.

Sherlock escaped easily, swept his legs, and fell him to the ground.

Sherlock squatted down, his revolver touched his head: “Go away.”

The drunk’s mind was sober in an instant, and he crawled out of the hotel.

Sherlock also stood up and walked to Bray: “Is it all right?”

“No… it’s okay.”

Bray hurriedly covered the leaked spring light with his hands, stood up, ran downstairs in a hurry, and even forgot to say thank you.

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

Obviously he was brought over by being knocked out.

Sherlock was full of black lines: “Laublan!”

Laurent walked out slowly: “Captain, I am here.”

“What are you doing?”

Sherlock asked.

“I think the captain saved her, he should like her, so I brought her to accompany the captain.”

Lauber said frankly that according to Houston’s previous style, he would never help a woman who doesn’t want to sleep.

“…”

Sherlock covered his forehead with one hand: “I tell you, I have to keep a low profile here. We are here with a mission.”

“I think she would not refuse to accompany a good man like you.”

Laurent talked nonsense seriously.

Sherlock frowned: “Then why did you stun her?”

“Fault.”

Laurent smiled slightly.

Sherlock said sternly: “In the future, without my permission, don’t be the master and take her out.”

“You don’t like her?”

Laubran asked curiously.

Sherlock nodded: “I don’t like her.”

“Then why did you save her?”

Laubran asked inexplicably.

“Because if something happens to her, the police will come to the door, and everyone in the hotel will be interrogated by that time, which is very troublesome.”

Sherlock said calmly.

Laurent nodded slightly and carried Bray on his shoulders, “Okay, I will send her away immediately.”

He made an ok gesture and took Bray out of Sherlock’s room.

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

The woman has black wavy hair and a black gauze soft hat that covers half of her face, but she has a very good figure. The skirt corners open to the base of her thighs, and her long white legs are looming when she walks, which makes people think about it.

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

咚咚咚——

Laubran knocked on Sherlock’s door.

Sherlock opened the door, and Laubran took the initiative to step back and let the woman in.

She closed the door, turned around, took off the black gauze cap, and put her pipe against Sherlock’s chest.

“Houston, do you finally think of others?”

“Donna?”

Sherlock asked hesitantly.

Because Houston was shot in the head at the beginning, after Sherlock was reborn, his memory was intermittent, and in 6 years he could not remember all the women he had contacted.

Donna took a cigarette, walked staggeringly to Sherlock’s bed, and looked at the furnishings of the hotel: “Tsk tusk tusk, don’t go to me if you live in such a place, because I think the floor is made of gold. Is it?”

“…”

Sherlock was choked by her words.

“Listen to Laubran, you have something to do here, you may stay for a while.”

Donna has a pair of dark green pupils, as if she can see through the human soul.

Sherlock stayed in the same room with her, and began to play drums in his heart.