Ms. Moriarty wants to save Beika Town today too.

Ms. Moriarty wants to save Beika Town today too.

Author: Romeo Tanaka

Summary:

My name is Winette Moriarty, I am a time traveler and a professional missionary.

I live near a church in the suburbs of London. I am good at fortune-telling and unmarried. My hobby is peeling oranges. My favorite book is Mrs. Beeton's "Orange Marmalade Recipe" and my favorite music is "LILIUM". I listen to the confessions of believers every day and kindly guide them to "bloodless" solutions.

Before going to bed, I always eat a bottle of orange marmalade, then practice Bajiquan for half an hour, and occasionally spar with the wanted criminals in the neighborhood, but that’s it. I have a regular life and am a typical beautiful girl, but the doctor said my blood sugar is slightly above the standard.

Although I love peace and am committed to people and harmony, there are always mafia, thugs, and wanted criminals hanging around my house, then falling at the feet of my adoptive father, crying bitterly, and devoutly calling him "Godfather."

Until one night, a woman in black who called herself "Vermouth" came to me and said that my adoptive father had died unexpectedly and wanted me to join a mysterious organization...

So, I came to the international crime city of Beika-cho...

……

(Conan fan fiction, the protagonist is Shinobi, written by Orange.)

Volume One

001 The drunkard is the devil himself

"Oh, dear Miss Missionary, you must be sent by the 'Godfather' to save me! Thank God! Damn it, even with such a perfect plan from the 'Godfather', I failed... Please, Miss Missionary, I'm being targeted! I must escape from this terrible place now!"

The man looked around, his eyes moving up and down, as if he was afraid of everything.

He was tall but stooped, with hands as large and rough as the rosettes of agaves, his eyes were wide open, and his face was haggard, like the beginning of Vertigo.

"Mr. Robert, please follow me."

Winnet led Robert leisurely through a small street to the bank of the Regent's Canal.

There was a boat path along the canal, with a string of houseboats and barges parked around it, nearly two hundred yards long, and from a distance it looked like a small village.

There are warehouses and shops nearby, and those who stay here are not only real crew members, but also many down-and-out artists and writers.

"You look like a frustrated painter."

"Really? I'm actually a gardener, but I did have painters come to paint my works in the past."

"No, every lost soul here gives people a poetic feeling. A corner abandoned by the Lord and the world, don't you think so?"

Robert was stunned, thinking that he was worthy of being a missionary under the "Godfather", his speech was so artistic.

Without waiting for Robert to answer, Winnet took him to her boat.

A short barge with paint peeling off its bow.

The light was a gas lamp, and outside it was a stained-glass lampshade, which caused the twilight, like a black stocking, to flow into a colorful silhouette.

"Mr. Robert, could you please pull the cable?"

Robert pulled the long, mottled cable, but found that he couldn't move it. He gritted his teeth, but there was still no change.

"It seems that the journey of escape has exhausted you."

Winnett gently pulled the cable, and at the same time as the call came, she rowed the boat to drive the barge without a power system.

Robert's face was full of disbelief.

Am I really so scared that I have lost my temper? I have only been on the run for a short while.

He felt ashamed of having a frail woman rowing the boat, and after sitting there for a few minutes, his butt was sore from the rubbing, he stood up.

"Miss Missionary, let me row for you!"

He had to behave like a gentleman in order to slightly redeem his image in the eyes of "The Godfather".

"You are such a thoughtful gentleman."

Winnet handed the oar to Robert and stood up and went behind the curtain of the cabin.

Just by listening to the girl's voice, he felt as if he had returned to his boyhood, facing a cool, quiet, youthful and elegant girl.

Robert felt strength surge back into his upper limbs.

Just as he was rowing more and more smoothly, more vigorously, and faster and faster——

"call out!"

Robert's breathing tightened, he slowly loosened one hand holding the oar and slowly placed it on his chest.

When the severe pain hit him, he realized that he had been shot.

It's a sniper!

In front of him, the missionary lady was sticking her head out from behind the curtain.

She took off her headscarf, and her long silver-blue hair was tied loosely with a black hairband and a hyacinth hairpin in the same color as her priest's robe, which was the only decoration on her body.

"You...you are not the Godfather's..."

Robert wanted to say something, but his lung had been punctured and breathing was already very difficult.

"Not leaking information about customers to others is a principle set by my father... I think you have probably guessed it."

Robert's eyes widened: "It's Sabina! That bitch!"

The noise of the cruise ship on the water drowned out Robert's resentful shouts.

Winnet dragged Robert, who was dying of excitement, into the cabin inside the boat and continued rowing.

The bells of St. Martin's Church rang.

Six forty.

Night gradually enveloped the water, and the few traces of blood left on the boat dimmed along with them.

The barge was halfway through its journey and stopped at a remote wooden dock. Two blindfolded men in black who had been waiting for a long time came over and saluted Winnet on the boat.

"Miss Reverend!"

"Carry this man back to the church along with the routine food purchases."

"Yes, ma'am."

Winette got into the dilapidated van.

After the loading was completed, two blindfolded men in black sat in the front seat and asked tremblingly: "Miss, I wonder when the 'Godfather' will come back? Our boss hopes that the 'Godfather' can personally design a 'blueprint' for him."

"If you want to fight for territory, just come to me. I received a postcard from him in the United States a while ago. He won't be coming back for the time being."

Winnett pressed her shoulders as she answered, quietly removing a black square object from the inside of her thigh under her robe.

She pretended to fix her hair, removed the hairpin, and while pretending to look for it, she inserted the black square object into the base in the back row.

"Haha, we will explain it to the boss."

Winnett didn't laugh, which made the two people sitting in the front seat feel a little cold. She was actually wondering which gang these two people belonged to. Since the last reshuffle of London's underground forces, she really hadn't observed this carefully.

Feeling a bit tired.

Never mind, it will explode anyway.

Winette gave up thinking.

The last time she received a letter from her adoptive father was half a year ago. Winnett and him had set a fixed contact time of three months, and considering the delay in the letter, it would not be twice as long.

Winnett guessed that the old drunkard probably died in some woman's belly.

Even on the streets of London, her adoptive father would put on a New York accent and ask women passing by: "Hey, hottie, how much for one session?"

Even more despicable than the street punks.

The "godfather" of London's underground criminal group, a man who can make children stop crying, actually looks like this. I'm sure even the down-and-out homeless would spit at him.

Winnet has spat countless times since she was a child.

Half an hour later, the van arrived at the small church where Winnett lived.

The church has no name, and she has lived here most of the time since she was picked up by her adoptive father. Occasionally, Winnet would help local residents hold weddings and funerals. Although she was still young, she was skilled in the business, and the crosses she woven with ferns and hyacinths were well received. She did not accept any payment and was quite popular among nearby residents.

There is a cemetery behind the church, which is one of the reasons why Winnett has such good performance.

The two gang members had changed into the attire of transporters and transported the man and the food to the church's warehouse, and then moved the man to the prayer hall.

Before leaving, Winnet said to them, "May God bless you, my friends."

The gang members took it as a greeting from the church, laughed it off, and returned to their car.

After they left, Winnett knelt in front of the statue of the Lord with her eyes closed in a prayer posture and said, "Please come out, Miss Sabina."

In the confessional on the side, a heavily made-up woman walked out. Her rough skin was covered by thick foundation, and her thick lips were the color of a "forbidden" traffic sign. She was holding a cigarette, and the accessories on her body were crackling, which was simply disturbing the Lord's tranquility.

Winnet went to the altar, took the ceremonial cup, poured it with red wine, and took the bread.

"My friend, if you have partaken of the Eucharist and have tasted the grace of the Lord, go to Him and you will be blessed." Winette celebrated the Mass.

When the process was finished, Sabina stood aside and said, "Miss Pastor, why do you have to pray for a murderer?"

After she said this, she took the cup from Winnet's Eucharist and drank the "blood of the Lamb."

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“Heh…Ah!!”

Before Sabina finished drinking, her expression turned ferocious. She pinched her neck desperately and made a sound that was almost like retching. But before she could spit out the liquid, she fell down like a scarecrow in a strong wind and became motionless.

"Amen."

Winnett finished her prayer.

Looking at the fallen woman, Winnet shook her head.

"Sure enough, Sister Alyssa is right..."

"The drunkard is his own devil."

……

002 Diary of a Missionary Lady

"The floor is a little cold."

Winette considerately stuffed Sabina into the wooden box containing Robert, let the two lie side by side, held their hands together, and dressed them according to the usual funeral standards.

"Ah, we've run out of crosses again. Sister Alyssa was right in her complaints. People nowadays don't care about wreaths, arrangements, or rituals. They just want crosses. The more the better! Sigh!"

Winnet sighed. Compared with the cross, wreaths were simply unsalable items.

Winnet licked the wound on her fingers like a kitten and began to weave ferns and hyacinths skillfully. When she was done, she closed the lid and dragged the heavy wooden box all the way to the cemetery behind the church.

This was originally a cemetery built after the war, and for a while her adoptive father used it as a vegetable garden. Later, the funeral industry developed rapidly and it returned to its normal path.

Miss Winnet, who was very skilled in her work, picked up a shovel and dug out a beautiful square hole.

After the burial, she prayed for them a few more times before returning tiredly to her small room of only ten feet and opening a notebook with a black leather cover and a cross embroidered in the middle.

Open the first page——

【Redemption Diary】

【Mission: Stop Robert Joyce's crime. 】

[Note: Gardener Robert had an affair with mistress Sabina Connell. At Sabina's instigation, Robert decided to kill the male owner Goss Connell and purchased the crime plan from you. However, the whole thing does not seem so simple.]

[The mission has been completed. 】

[Persuasion performance: Very negative (evaluation decreases: B→C). ]

【Blocking process: Not blocked (rating decreased: C→D). 】

[Client's situation: Death (rating decreased: D→F). ]

[Criminal result: Unsuccessful (rating improvement: F→E). ]

[Special evaluation 1: Death of related person Sabina (evaluation decreased from E to F)]

[Final mission evaluation: F! ]