One Piece: My Villain Identity Has Been Exposed

Island No. 16-illegal zone.

The streets are brightly lit, like daylight, with colorful bubbles floating in the air, which gradually shatter over time.

Laubran helped Sherlock to get off the bubble bus. The bus driver did not stop for a moment, and immediately drove the car to 200 yards, fleeing like the wind.

Several knife-wielding robbers hurriedly chased the bus for a short distance, panting and saying: "Gan, I was run away by it again. It's really hard to get a taxi."

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"Father, do you need it? 2000 Baileys at a time."

The street girl nibbled the sunflower seeds in her hand and slowly walked towards Laubran.

Laurent smiled slightly: "Is it a night out?"

The girl was stunned for a second, looked up and down Laurent, and smiled: "It costs 5000 Baileys to cover the night, and the room fee will be paid separately."

"Okay, 10000 Bailey, give us a quiet room."

The girl only noticed the "Blood Man" Sherlock that Laubran was supporting, but she was not surprised, it seemed that this kind of thing had long been commonplace on the 16th island.

She twisted her hips, licked sunflower seeds, and led Laubran and Sherlock through the streets and into the alleys, and finally stopped at a small adult products store.

Sherlock noticed that there were all kinds of shameful tools of crime inside. After passing through these dazzling merchandise, the girl stepped on high heels and stepped into the basement.

She looked back at Laubrunn, "Father, keep up."

Sherlock nodded slightly, and Laubran helped him into the basement.

This is a deep underground corridor, through the corridor to the underground block, you can see row upon row of houses, as well as quagmire and playful children everywhere.

"Aren't you going home so late? Be careful to get caught and sell it!"

The girl scolded the muddy-faced child.

The child stubbornly held the wooden sword in his hand: "Whoever dares to catch me, I will kill him."

"Take what you can."

The girl spit out the skin of the melon seeds without cutting, swaying her posture, and continued to greet the people next to her, until she came to Hotel No. 8.

The exterior of Hotel No. 8 is a cheap hotel. The Madara's exterior wall shows the tan of bricks and tiles. There is only one elderly person who guards the hotel. Wearing reading glasses, he smiles and looks at the girl: "Take the guests again. Here comes, 1000 Baileys one night."

The girl tilted her head to look at Laubran and motioned for him to pay.

Laubran paid the money and walked into Hotel No. 8.

There are many street girls inside, and the soundproofing effect of the room is also very poor. The sound of applauding for loneliness keeps coming one after another.

She took the two to the standard room on the first floor near the corner, put down the melon seeds in her hands, found the medicine cabinet in the cupboard of the coffee table, and staggered to Sherlock's side.

"It's a serious injury, you can't do anything in this state?"

She said with a smile.

Sherlock could only see her appearance. She had curly black hair behind her head. Although she was not pretty, she had a pair of pelican eyes, which looked very flavorful. She was of a slightly fat figure, and she should be around 28 years old. .

"Why staring at me? Are there flowers on my face?"

While joking, the girl took off Sherlock's clothes and treated his wounds.

Laubran stood by, lit a cigarette, and took two puffs.

Sherlock knew Laubran's habit and would smoke whenever he wanted to kill.

Counting the days, Laubran did not kill much when he was by his side these days, and Lau was uncomfortable if he didn't kill. Borren's disease was about to be afflicted. It is estimated that the disease will not be cured unless he is sent to prison.

In order to prevent him from committing crimes on the spot in Hotel No. 8, Sherlock said, "Go out and get some air. Get Boone."

Laubran nodded slightly, pushed open the door, and prepared to leave.

"Remember, low-key manual."

Sherlock reminded one last word.

Laurent raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "Article 38 of the low-key manual, the elderly, weak, women and children seem to be disadvantaged groups, but in fact they are people with high concerns who are most likely to attract people's attention, so stay away as far as possible."

Sherlock nodded, finally not brainwashing.

This can at least guarantee that Laurent will not kill the elderly, women and children indiscriminately, but it is hard to say for the young.

Fortunately, this is a place of lawlessness. Most of the people who have come here have a criminal record. They are not the heinous, and they dare not risk their lives to settle here.

"The priest is gone, you are so hurt, so you are not afraid of what I will do to you?"

The girl said with a smile.

Sherlock was not in the mood to tease her, and waited quietly for her to treat her wounds.

The girl’s medicine chest contained various medical appliances, scissors, needles, bandages, alcohol, etc., but there was no anesthetic.

She lit the candle and put the silver scissors on the fire to burn and sterilize:

"Don't be afraid of the pain."

She waved the silver scissors, cut Sherlock's wound, and took out the metal fragments with tweezers.

Sprinkle alcohol on Sherlock's wound to prevent wound infection.

During this process, Sherlock endured the pain, sweating heavily on his forehead.

The girl did the same, took out all the metal fragments inlaid in the skin of Sherlock, and finally applied medicine to him.

If a full-body surgery is performed on Sherlock, she sweats profusely, put 102 metal fragments on the silver tray, and put them in front of Sherlock: "Who are you fighting for?"

Sherlock remained silent.

"It turned out to be a dull gourd, boring."

The girl wiped the sweat from her forehead and put away the medicine box, "A total of 3000 Baileys, medical expenses."

Sherlock realized embarrassingly that he hadn't brought the wallet out at all.

"No money?"

As if noticing Sherlock's expression, the girl walked to him, sat down, reached out and picked up his coat, looking for valuable objects: "You can leave the gun."

Sherlock reached out and took the coat back: "When my companion comes back, I will give you money."

"How do I know you didn't lie to me?"

The girl glared at Sherlock.

Sherlock handed the revolver to the girl: "If he doesn't come back, the gun will be yours."

The girl smiled immediately, put her revolver away, and said: "I was so badly injured and mortgaged my weapon. You are going to die here, I don't care."

Sherlock fell on the bed and said lightly: "I want to rest, don't disturb me."

The girl nodded, she thought for a while, climbed onto the bed, kissed Sherlock, and stood up: "The money for 5000 Bailey's night can't be less."

Sherlock frowned slightly, and the girl lit a cigarette, sat on the sofa, and flipped through the newspaper.

Sherlock closed his eyes and rested. He didn't really fall asleep. He couldn't fall asleep in an unfamiliar environment, especially when there were strangers around.

Until the girl in the room finished smoking three cigarettes, she lay on the sofa and fell asleep, breathing evenly.

Sherlock relaxed his vigilance and put himself into sleep.

After one hour.

Sherlock opened his eyes.

Hear a knock on the door.

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