Island No. 16 - illegal area.

The streets are brightly lit, as if it were daylight, and colorful bubbles floated in the air, gradually breaking over time.

Laubron helped Sherlock off the Bubble Bus. The bus driver didn't stop for a moment and immediately drove to 200 yards and ran away like wind.

Several robbers with swords hurriedly chased the bus for a short distance, panting and said, "Damn it, it ran away again, it's really hard to get a taxi."

"Boss, I think if you don't swing your knife, he might stop."

"You guy didn't say it earlier!"

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"Father, do you need it? 2,000 Bailey at a time."

The girl standing in the street ate the melon seeds in her hand and slowly walked towards Laubron.

Laubron smiled slightly: "Is it a night?"

The girl was stunned for a second, looked up and down at Laubron, and smiled and said, "The room fee is 5,000 yuan for the night, and the room fee will be paid separately."

"Okay, 10,000 Bailey, give us a quiet room."

The girl noticed the "blood man" Sherlock being held by Laubron, but she was not surprised. It seemed that such things had long been common on Island No. 16.

She twisted her buttocks, ate melon seeds, took Laubron and Sherlock through the streets and into the alleys, and finally stopped in a small adult products store.

Sherlock noticed that there were various shameful tools of crime placed inside. Through these dazzling array of goods, the girl stepped into the basement in high heels.

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

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

This is a deep underground corridor. When you walk through the corridor and come to the underground block, you will see rows of houses, as well as quagmire and children playing everywhere.

"You haven't come home so late? Be careful of being arrested and sold!"

The girl scolded the child with muddy face.

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

"Please be able to do it."

The girl spitted out a mouthful of melon seed skin without peeling it, swaying her figure, and continued to say hello to the people next to her until she arrived at Hotel No. 8.

The appearance of Hotel No. 8 is a cheap hotel with mottled and exposed brick and tiles. There is only an elderly person guarding the hotel wearing reading glasses. He smiled and looked at the girl: "I brought the guests again, 1,000 Bailey one night."

The girl looked at Laubron with her head tilted and signaled him to pay.

Laubron paid and walked into Hotel 8.

There are many street girls inside, and the sound insulation effect of the room is also very poor, and the sound of applause for loneliness is heard one after another.

The girl took the two to the standard room near the corner on the first floor, put down the melon seeds in her hand, found the medicine box in the cabinet on the coffee table, and walked staggering to Sherlock.

"I'm very hurt. You can't do anything in this state?"

She said with a smile.

Sherlock just saw her appearance clearly. Her curly black hair was tied behind her head. Although she was not pretty, she had a pair of phoenix eyes, which looked very delicious. She was a slightly fat figure and should be around twenty-eight years old.

"Why are you staring at me? Is there any flowers on my face?"

While joking, the girl took off Sherlock's clothes and treated him for the wound.

Laubron stood aside, lit a cigarette, and took two sips.

Sherlock knew Laubron's habits and would smoke whenever he wanted to kill someone.

Calculate the days, Laubron has not killed much these days by his side. Laubron feels uncomfortable if he doesn't kill. Burron's illness is almost done. If he doesn't send him to prison, he probably won't be cured.

In order to prevent him from committing crimes on the spot at Hotel 8, Sherlock said, "You go out and have some breath and get Boone."

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

"Remember, ideology and morality."

Sherlock reminded him at the end.

Laubron raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "Article 38: The elderly, weak, women and children seem to be vulnerable, but in fact they are highly concerned people and are the most likely to attract attention, so try to stay away from them."

Sherlock nodded, and finally it was not brainwashed in vain.

This at least ensures that Laubron will not kill the elderly, women and children indiscriminately, but it is hard to say for young people.

Fortunately, this is an illegal place, and most people who come here have a criminal record. They are not unforgivable people, and they dare not sacrifice their lives to settle here.

"The priest is gone, and you are so hurt, aren't you afraid that I will do anything to you?"

The girl said with a smile.

Sherlock was not in the mood to joke with her and waited quietly for her to treat her wounds.

The girl's medical box contains various medical equipment, scissors, needles, threads, bandages, alcohol, etc., but there is no anesthetic.

She lit the candle and placed silver scissors on the fire to burn and disinfect:

"Don't be afraid of the pain."

She waved the silver scissors, cut Sherlock's wound open, and used tweezers to remove the metal fragments inside.

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

During this process, Sherlock endured the pain and exposed sweat as big as beans on his forehead.

The girl did the same thing, took out all the metal fragments embedded in Sherlock's skin, and finally bandaged him.

Just like she was performing a general surgery on Sherlock, she was sweating profusely and put 102 pieces of metal into a silver tray and placed them in front of Sherlock: "Who are you fighting with?"

Sherlock remained silent.

"So it's a dull gourd, boring."

The girl wiped the sweat from her forehead and put away the medical box, "There are a total of 3,000 Baileys, medical expenses."

Sherlock was embarrassed to find that he didn't bring his wallet at all.

"No money?"

As if she noticed Sherlock's expression, the girl walked over to him, sat down, reached out to pick up his coat, looking for valuable items: "It's okay to leave the gun."

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

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

The girl stared at Sherlock.

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

The girl immediately smiled, put away the revolver, and said, "I'm so seriously injured, I've mortgaged my weapons. If you want to die here, I don't care."

Sherlock fell on the bed and said lightly: "I want to take a break and don't bother me."

The girl nodded, she thought for a while, climbed onto the bed, kissed Sherlock, and stood up: "The money for 5,000 Bailey's night is not worth a penny."

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

Sherlock closed his eyes and rested. He did not really fall asleep. He could not fall asleep in a strange environment, especially when there were strangers around him.

Until the girl in the room finished smoking three cigarettes, she lie on the sofa and fell asleep, making a uniform breathing sound.

Sherlock relaxed his vigilance and put himself in a state of sleep.

One hour later.

Sherlock opened his eyes.

I heard the knock on the door.
Chapter completed!