It's a merman, not a piranha

"Your father is on his way, you will stay here during this time, and you can find the maid if you need anything." Sherlock left the room with long legs.

"No, wait." Reese got out of bed after throwing off the quilt. Why is her father on the way? This is not an era, how could it be her father? What is going on! ?

"Sherlock! Why, you, are you here? What do you want to do!" As soon as Reese went out, she saw a man with a mustache grabbing Sherlock's collar, gnashing his teeth and growling at him. Locke changed his aggressive look just now, and raised his hands aggrievedly, pretending to be innocent, "Relax, John..." As a result, Sherlock was punched by John before he could finish his sentence.

"Eh..." Reese watched the big detective Sherlock Holmes being beaten by a strange bearded man with a dazed face. Sherlock covered his nose and bent down to reveal Reese behind him. The bearded man's expression changed dramatically. In the end, with a clear face, he helped Sherlock, who was holding his nose and was very resentful, "Really, why didn't you tell me when you came out to play with your girlfriend, making me think you came to ruin my honeymoon trip with Mary again gone."

ah!No, no, you misunderstood, Sherlock is definitely here to ruin your honeymoon, don't beat him up carelessly, if you are misunderstood as someone else's female companion, their professor will be jealous!

"Miss Christian, good day." Watson saluted gentlemanly.

"Good day, but I am not Mr. Holmes's girlfriend. In fact, I just met Mr. Holmes. He is my savior." Even if they don't believe it, they have to make it clear. She won't stay here for a long time. Yes, there are still people waiting for her.

So Watson and Sherlock, who was held firmly by him, sat back in the room and listened to Reese's explanation.

"I didn't expect Miss Christian to fall in love, and to make up such an outrageous reason to be with him. I'm really curious about who the other party is." Watson, who went out with Sherlock, said in a low voice.

"I was definitely deceived. I found her in the hands of human traffickers, and she was drugged." Sherlock straightened his collar and said casually. Maybe he was also drugged with other unknown drugs. She showed that she didn't know her. The two of them didn't look like they were pretending. If he hadn't found the clues to investigate the case, he didn't know where they would have been sold.

"My God, we have to help her, and don't let her fall into the hands of that bastard again!" Obviously Watson didn't take Reese's words seriously.

Ruisi in the room is not an ordinary person, and she heard the conversation between the two of them clearly, but now Ruisi is penniless and has no ability to protect herself. Give yourself a full body hydration, call the maid to fill the bathtub with water, throw away the clothes chicly and soak yourself in the water, sighing comfortably, the fish tail lazily lifted out of the water and rested on it. A bunch of water splashed out from the side of the water tank.

Reese, who was extremely bored, tried to use magic, but of course it didn't work. Just when Reese was concentrating on trying to do something, Sherlock came back. This time, he didn't even knock on the door politely, but pushed the door directly. When he entered, the gleaming green fish tail was swaggering in the air, reflected by the sunlight outside the window. The words he wanted to say were stuffed back into his throat, and he took a step back in silence and closed the door.

"Sherlock, what's the matter?"

"John, I need you to check it out for me."

"what to check for?"

"Did I get high?"

Here, Reese, who was frightened by Sherlock, used the Flying Curse, and Reese watched helplessly as the white shirt trimmed with lace was soaked in the bathtub.

Reese, who had recovered her magic, happily picked up the shirt and walked out of the water, cast a drying spell on the clothes at will, and put the shirt on. The fully dressed Reese opened the door to leave, but was stopped.

"Miss Christian, tonight there will be a troubadour at the Paris Opera House. Is it an honor for me to invite you to go with me?" Sherlock asked. The restless lady obviously wanted to run away. Just because the person he is looking for will go to enjoy the opera tonight, he is really sleepy. Mr. Christian is in France, and he will definitely arrive before midnight. The reward is really suitable for starting one of his studies But.

"Troubled! Which act?" Sure enough, it hit the weak point, how could Reese miss an opera performance.

"The second act, would you like to go?" Sherlock conscientiously used his actor-level acting skills to act as a gentleman who invited a lady on a date.

"Of course, please take me there!" How the eighteenth-century opera singer sang, I was really looking forward to it, and Reese made a heart-shaped look full of stars.