Ms. Moriarty wants to save Beika Town today too.

"Qin..."

The call was from Gin.

"What's the matter?" Winnet asked casually.

Gin's personality is that he won't come to anyone's house unless there's something important to do. Over the years, she has gotten used to it.

"It really surprises me that you didn't ask me about Miyano Akemi... You seem to care about that woman a lot, right?" Gin said sarcastically.

"Miyano Akemi? How is she?" Winette answered casually, as if she remembered something unimportant.

Gin's way of speaking returned to simplicity, "She's dead."

"Dead? Then, what are you going to do about Shirley?"

"It doesn't matter."

"So, it doesn't matter if she resists?"

“Organizations don’t need people who have no value.”

Gin said in a nonchalant tone.

Winnett's tone became cheerful, "This standard shouldn't be determined by you, right?"

"Ha! Miyano Akemi died at the hands of a minor character. We have confirmed the situation from the police."

Although the body was burnt, the mobile phone of Miyano Akemi that he took from Hirota Akemi only detected the fingerprints of Miyano Akemi and Hirota Akemi, and the police also identified the deceased as Hirota Masami.

Gin no longer doubted it. He didn't think a stupid woman could play any tricks. His voice became cold and he said to Winnet:

"Since she is your favorite toy, isn't it most appropriate for you to tell her the news?"

"You're so disgusting!" Winnet laughed, as if she were giving a compliment.

"It doesn't matter what you do, but her brain is a valuable asset."

Gin's tone returned to indifference.

"Keep an eye on her."

"She needs to stay alive until a new researcher takes over."

……

The relocation of the laboratory came to a standstill, and Shirley returned to the third laboratory to continue the experiment on the drug APTX4869.

The amazing changes in the mice last time became a key breakthrough in the research. She needed to increase the amount of drugs, expand the base of experimental subjects, and preliminarily estimate the probability of the same amazing changes that happened before.

She turned on the computer and checked the new experimental records and the list of living subjects newly sent by the organization.

In the status column, all are still death.

"Perhaps it's just a vague probability like a meteorite falling to the ground. Is it too difficult to use this as a breakthrough point?"

"I don't know how my sister is doing now, and Winnet. It's a bit of a pity that the original date was cancelled halfway."

Shirley imagined Winnet's secret loss, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

From what she knew about Winnet, she felt that Winnet had already started thinking about how to make up for what happened that day.

For my sister's safety, a small sacrifice is nothing.

She turned on the Walkman that Winnet gave her, put on headphones, and listened to the clear, ethereal singing. She imagined Winnet standing on the stage and singing for her.

This is her comfort for countless days and nights. With it, she can always feel energetic.

Compared to her own changes, Winnett's changes seemed negligible, whether in emotions or other subtleties, except that her slightly chubby face was sharpened a little.

Shirley listened to music, spun her chair, put down her legs, hung her white coat on the hook at the door, and prepared to go out. The moment she touched the door handle, she felt something was wrong, and she used more force than before.

When the door opened, standing in front of her were Winnet... and Gin.

This surprising combination frightened her, but she quickly calmed down. Similar emergencies often occurred in her nightmares, and perhaps because of the fear that followed her everywhere, she became less sluggish in resisting.

"Gin...what are you doing here?"

Shirley simply ignored Winnet who was standing next to him and gave a smile that was half disdain and half disgust.

When Gin and Winnet stood in front of the door, Winnet made a hushing gesture to stop Gin. Winnet held the door handle and waited for Shirley on the inside to open the door first, and then Winnet stepped back slightly.

"Don't get me wrong, it's not me who wants to see you."

Gin was not interested in the "grudges" or "interactions" between the two. He directly announced to Shirley: "During this period of time, Abby will take care of you."

Gin just said that, and Winette knew that this was not Gin's bad taste - he probably had to go to some corner of the world to clean up traitors and had no time to deal with things in Japan. As for the several action teams of Vodka, they were all people who were not careful and not suitable for management.

One person breaks it down into three parts and uses them, which becomes the portrait of gin.

Raise funds, kill traitors, and manage industries.

Even Winnett felt that he was just like an exploited employee.

Although her situation was similar. Assassination, lurking, recruiting members, spying, managing bases, making plans. She was involved in all these things.

Shirley continued to act and did not get along with Wynette, she was arrogant and spoke harshly.

"I don't think I need anyone to look after me."

"Heh," Winnet was about to pinch Shirley's face, but Shirley slapped her away. She didn't get angry, but smiled even more creepily, "This is not something you can decide... By the way, let me tell you an interesting news!"

Winette clapped her hands loudly.

"I am not interested."

"Really? It seems that the content of the novel is true. Mad scientists are a group of heartless people... They forget about their own sister in the blink of an eye."

……

209 Destination Japan

"Sister," Shirley's expression turned ugly, and she finally looked Winnet straight in the eye, "What are you talking about!?"

Seeing Shirley's increasingly sophisticated acting skills, Winette's smile became even more intense.

She was like a cat teasing its prey before killing it, with a cold smile and her lifeless eyes emitting chill.

Shirley had guessed what Winnet was about to say. She struggled in her heart, telling herself that she had to simulate what it would be like to hear the bad news about her sister. She imagined it based on this premise, and her body trembled slightly. "What's going on?" Shirley reached out and pressed Winnet's neck, pressing her against the wall: "What do you want to say?"

"Let go, Shirley." Gin took out a pistol and pointed it at Shirley.

Winette was not angry at all.

After Shirley let go of her hand, she moved closer and almost put her eyes to the tip of Shirley's nose.

"You look so beautiful when you struggle! I wonder if you will pounce on me again after hearing this?" Winnet's voice was a mixture of pleasure and provocation.

Shirley stared at her.

"Your sister, Miyano Akemi, was killed by my own hands. Before she died, she was still calling your name desperately, twisting and crawling like a poor insect, as if she wanted to see you before she died."

Winnet laughed like a villain who came to ravage someone.

Gin's eyes narrowed.

He didn't expect that Winnet would take the blame for killing Miyano Akemi. Maybe he was overthinking it. Winnet just treated Shirley as a tool to satisfy her special fetish.

"What did you say..." Shirley's cheeks were pale and bloodless.

Winnet took a deep breath, shrugged her shoulders, and said slowly and emphatically, word by word:

"So, your sister was killed by me!"

"..."

Shirley was silent, her whole body trembling, as if caught between an outburst and despair.

She knew that Winnet's nature was not what she was showing - she was not someone who took pleasure in other people's misfortunes. But after watching Winnet's performance, she couldn't help but feel angry and even wanted to laugh.

"Why..." Shirley asked through gritted teeth, seeming to have only a last bit of calmness and rationality left.

"Because she is so useless, yet she still dreams of saving you. Isn't it a pleasure to trample on the weak and crush their dreams?"

Winette added further sharp provocation:

"What do you think, Shirley?"

Shirley's left hand, which had been in the pocket of her white coat, suddenly jumped up, and she pulled out a utility knife and slashed at Winnett.

Winnet's laughter stopped abruptly. She grabbed Shirley's wrist and exerted a little force. Shirley's wrist loosened in pain and the blade fell to the ground. Then she grabbed Xuelian's cheek and mouth and pressed her against the door of the laboratory. Shirley struggled hard, and her dancing hands and feet hit Winnet's body. Winnet exerted a little force and hit Shirley against the metal door, making a dull sound.

"All right."

Seeing that the scene was not so harmonious, Gin didn't want to watch the drama of two women making a big fuss.

He stretched out his hand to block Winnet and said coldly:

"Abby, we don't have the right to deal with Shirley yet, so you'd better be careful."

"That lord will give you new instructions."

"Don't take it too far, she's not like Miyano Akemi."

Gin turned around, shook his black windbreaker, and left the place in a very cool manner.

He took out his cell phone as he walked. Winette knew who he was calling without even having to listen. Since he had asked Vodka to join him in the action, it meant that this was not something that could be resolved in one go.

Is there a short cycle?

"I understand." Winnett replied with her hands spread out.

After Gin left, Shirley, who was sitting on the ground, stood up unsteadily.

She felt compassionate but she couldn't show her soft side. Although there were no cameras or anything like that, there might be eavesdropping devices installed in the electronic items.

Shirley is not an expert in the relevant field and may not be able to find and resolve the problem.

Winette looked at Shirley coldly, as if she were an executioner looking at a criminal, hiding all her tenderness.

Shirley also knew what Winnet was planning, and she cooperated with her in the performance. She stood there blankly, with a painful numbness on her cheeks. She was like a statue, as if she had stopped breathing.

Shirley's hair blocked her eyes. She covered half of her face with one hand, and her other eye was wide open, as if she was completely unable to accept the fact.

"Shirley."

Winette called her name.

She held on to an attitude that seemed to look down on everyone, as if she was looking at a broken work of art, and shouted almost mockingly:

"If you hate someone, kill him."

"I'm looking forward to that day."

After saying this, Winnet turned and left.

Shirley knelt on the ground again, and did not stand up until Winnett disappeared completely, and then she slowly returned to the laboratory. She leaned against the door with a smile on her face.

Acting like this must be very tormenting.

Shirley imagined Winnet's psychological condition, and the more ruthless she was in one aspect, the more deeply she was affected in another.

Next…

She had to continue the drama and demand an explanation from the organization via email.

If she finds no results, she will terminate the research.

It will take a long time to wait for her punishment to be announced.

"This is already the best possible outcome..."

……

In the evening, in Vodka's car, Gin called again.

"Hey, Vermouth," he said, "From the sound of it, are you in the car?"

"Yeah, that's right." Belmode was driving an E46 BMW on a highway in New York. She said, "I'm on my way to shoot a TV show."

"Last time we talked about that, when are you going to come to Japan?"

"I'll be done with this shoot, and I can come to your place after that." Vermouth said, "Just help Pisco avoid making mistakes. I just happen to have something to do there."

After saying that, Vermouth glanced at her phone, on which was Kudo Shinichi's introduction page.

Due to an accident a year ago, Kudo Shinichi and Mao Lilan lent her a helping hand.