Ms. Moriarty wants to save Beika Town today too.

“Don’t call the police,” the man said in a panic, “I’m a detective. I was sent to investigate what you’ve been doing lately.”

"I understand."

Winnett did not embarrass him and took away the umbrella. She knew who sent him without him answering any questions - Sophia. She certainly could not show her strong force in front of ordinary people. Maybe the other party was curious about what she was doing, so she called the detective over.

"There's really too much money to spend."

While Winnet was complaining, she remembered that she did not leave her phone number with Sofia. She never used the landline at home and usually left the church number.

"An accident. I don't have the energy to follow her around for the time being."

Winnet put the trivial matters behind her and walked for about five minutes. Clyde's car stopped in front of her.

"Good morning, Clyde."

"Good morning, miss." He waited for Winnett to get in the car and said slowly, "Miss...is there anything I need to pay attention to about that man? I don't think you need to follow him. If he can't even do this, then he is only this level and is not someone the organization needs at all."

Winnett put the umbrella aside, shifted her weight to the backrest, took a deep breath, and said softly, "I'm just here to relieve the pressure."

Although Gin asked her to look after Shirley, if she visited her frequently, it would inevitably cause unnecessary suspicion. She had nothing to do in the church, and had no other commissions for the time being. Winnett could vaguely feel that her emotions were only temporarily suppressed, not only because Akai Shuichi was still alive, but more because of her entanglement with this strange phenomenon.

"ease?"

"Haven't you ever experienced it? I mean, Japanese video games. If you're not busy, you can try it."

"Is this an invitation?"

"No, sir." Winnett didn't plan to go with anyone. In her eyes, interacting with people was a pressure, especially when both parties couldn't relax in front of each other.

Although she was often nervous in front of Shirley, she was relaxed most of the time because she knew that in this space, she could do whatever she wanted. Shirley would directly and concisely put forward her ideas instead of testing each other. The way they got along was more like a family than a pair of young lovers.

"If you compete with me in video games, I don't think you will be happy. There is only one kind of person who feels happy in the face of frustration, and that is the person who stands up and steps on the opponent. What do you think?"

"I feel relieved enough if you think so." Clyde drove Winnett to the front of Mantiantang Company.

He noticed that Winnett was holding a canvas bag, and he felt a sense of disharmony that he could not explain. Even from a pastor's perspective, it was too plain - so cheap that it was totally inconsistent with her status and beauty. Its surface was even dirty, but as long as she held it, it seemed to become shiny, no worse than silk or leather.

Judging from the surface alone, her appearance seemed to emit a deceptive glow, which confirmed the logical formula of some absurd and horror novels. There was always another side deep below - a weird phenomenon that was completely contrary to the glow, like the gushing of black mud.

At this time, the parking lot next to the company was almost full. There were many ordinary family groups on the road, as well as people holding canes and wearing bowler hats, with a touch of 19th century British gentleman style, as if they were about to start a grand event.

"Have a nice day, miss."

When Winnett got out of the car, Clyde opened the window and said goodbye to her.

"See you."

Winnett, holding an umbrella, followed the team into the first floor lobby of Mantian Club. At this moment, she heard a familiar voice, and her eyes glanced at the distance without hesitation - the Maori family was also in the team. This made her feel a little bit of coincidence. For a moment, she even thought that the detective had seen through something. When she planned something, the Maori detective was always there.

Of course, there is also an abnormal kid named Edogawa Conan.

Mao Lilan, who had entered the hall to talk to Conan, looked up and happened to see Winnett in the queue. She ran over to Winnett and said, "Ms. Winnett, why are you here too? What a coincidence. Are you also here to attend the press conference for the game produced by my father?"

Mao Lilan clasped her hands together, bowed slightly, and stared with her big eyes wide open. "I didn't expect that Miss Winnett would also be interested in detective games."

"Uh, the game your father supervised?"

Mao Lilan now realized that there was a misunderstanding. She explained: "Well, the staff of Mantiantang Company found my father and made a game with the theme of 'Maori Kogoro's Mystery Mansion'. He was specially invited to attend the press conference."

Winnet nodded and said, "So that's how it is, Miss Maori. I heard that Mantiantang Company is open to the public today and you can try out all kinds of games. I came here specially because I am very interested in Japanese video games."

"In that case, how about Miss Winnett join us?" Mao Lilan's tone revealed sincerity, "It would be more fun to play games together, right?"

"That's good," Winnett said, "following the famous Maori detective, maybe there will be special treatment."

She joked and laughed. At this time, Conan and Maori came together.

"Are you okay? Detective Maori doesn't seem to be in good condition." Winette reminded when she saw Maori Kogoro looking unsteady.

"It's okay, this is very normal for Dad. When he heard the news, he said he would celebrate it last night and drank a lot of wine." Mao Lilan looked back at Kogoro with an unhappy look on her face, and then called Conan, "Conan, what a coincidence. Miss Winette is here too, come and say hello to her."

"Hello, Sister Winnet."

Conan greeted him with a big smile. Winette's inexplicable questioning last time made him look awkward. He has been reflecting on himself recently and trying to behave like a child. He has restrained himself in many things. The process of helping Maori Kogoro solve the case is also going more and more smoothly - he has become a famous detective, and maybe he will be able to track down the news of Gin and Vodka soon.

Kogoro Mouri looked haggard as if he had a hangover. He walked up to the three people and just as he was about to speak, he felt like vomiting and quickly covered his mouth.

Conan complained in his heart:

Is it really okay for my uncle to behave like this?

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"I have a hangover cure here,"

Winette took out a medicine bottle from her canvas bag and handed it to Mao Lilan.

"Thank you, Miss Winnet."

Ran Mouri found a water dispenser at the edge of the venue, got a glass of water with a self-service paper cup, came to Kogoro, and took medicine out of the bottle.

Conan's back shuddered when he saw the white capsule. The two men in black fed him red and white capsules. As time went by, his memories of that time became clearer.

Kogoro Mouri was a little dazed, and drank the capsule with the help of Ran Mouri.

Winnett began to observe Maori Kogoro's reaction while waiting in line. The medicine bottle she gave Maori Ran was given to her by Shirley, and it contained the hangover medicine she had researched.

Shirley thought she had become an alcoholic, but she wasn't, and she had no interest in alcoholic beverages. Perhaps Shirley didn't like the way she looked when she was drunk, so she invented a drug to cure hangovers and asked her to give feedback on the effects. Winnet thought it was too stupid to test its effects by drinking alcohol, so she used a ready-made subject as a test subject. Anyway, it was just a hangover cure, it couldn't kill people.

The four of them lined up together, and soon, Kogoro Mori was almost sober.

"This medicine is really effective!" Maori Kogoro said in surprise, "With this, won't I be able to drink more alcohol? Hahahaha... Miss Moriarty, what is the name of this medicine?"

Winnet was a little embarrassed, thinking that this Maori detective had a very unique perspective.

"Ah, this was developed by my friend's company. It hasn't been put into mass production yet, so it doesn't have an official name yet. Although it's a prototype, its safety is guaranteed. So far, its effect is pretty good." She evaded the question.

Winnett did not "generously" give the medicine to Maori Kogoro. It was prepared by Shirley for her. Winnett felt that it was a symbol of thoughtfulness, just like everything Shirley had done for her so far. It seemed pedantic to attach so much importance to it, but she was that kind of person. ——The church life in the town was never forgotten.

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Winnet and Mao Lilan stood in front and chatted.

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She noticed that Mao Lilan did not mention Kudo Shinichi's name like last time, and the implied emotions were revealed in an obscure way like the petals held in her hands.

Mao Lilan mentioned the topic of love.

"Ms. Winnet, have you ever had someone you liked?" asked Mao Lilan.

Winnet did not answer for a moment.

They were in different worlds and lacked a sense of commonality. Another thing was that she didn't want to "show off" her Shirley everywhere.

Selfish love, she admitted it.

"I'm sorry, but nuns don't allow marriage, right?"

"No, I'm a clergyman," she answered. "It's all right to be married."

However, it still exists as one of the restrictions. Winnett thought that women in the dark would naturally compromise - red tape was dispensable.

"I'm sorry, I don't know much about this."

"It doesn't matter. It was a long time ago and I couldn't tell the difference."

The past that Winnett was talking about was something that happened even longer ago.

In order to prevent Mao Lilan from feeling depressed, she took the initiative to return to the previous topic: "Everyone has someone they like, including pastors and nuns."

It is human nature to have such emotions, just like the sad thoughts described in the book, not everything will have a result. In her opinion, Mao Lilan also has the same sad thoughts, and now she still yearns for a person who does not exist. Faced with such a situation, she has a little sympathy, but she is not too moved. Similar things can be seen everywhere, and her empathy does not overflow to care about others who are not close.

"Then what kind of person does Winette like?" Mao Lilan seemed shy.

"Somewhat unpredictable, cold on the outside but warm on the inside."

She picked out some fairly distinct features and said that gender was something that naturally couldn't be revealed.

"Ah?" Mao Lilan was very surprised. "I think, Miss Winnet, you are more like the one being pursued. You are beautiful, quiet, and make people want to protect you."

"Hahaha, if I were as good as you say, I would have found my ideal partner a long time ago." Winnet found it funny and laughed out loud.

In the past, she was a problem child in the eyes of Sister Alyssa. When she participated in compulsory education, she was also excluded by others. Her personality was quite unpleasant, and she lacked initiative. All kinds of thoughts were always dispensable. Perhaps it was because of this that a ribbon of fate pointed her to where Shirley was.

Winnett thought: Girls like Mao Lilan are more likely to be liked, although the fact that she could break telephone poles with her feet is a bit scary.

"Come to think of it, the line is so long!" Mao Lilan leaned forward and glanced ahead. There were at least a dozen people in the line.

"Of course, because almost all the big names in the video game industry are here." responded Kogoro Mouri who was standing behind.

At this moment, a young man came up from behind. As soon as he spoke, Winnet knew who he was—the target of the transaction, Nakajima Hideaki.

"Hey, Mr. Maori!" Nakajima Hideaki walked forward and pointed his index finger at himself. "Hello, I'm Nakajima Hideaki from Manten. I'm the one who planned the video game 'Detective Maori Kogoro Mystery Mansion'."

"Ah, hello."

Nakajima continued, "Thanks to you, Mr. Maori, I was able to complete a great video game software."

Nakajima Hideaki focused his attention on Maori and talked to him.

"Nakajima, you are really excellent."

Suddenly, a man in a suit and leather shoes appeared. His hairstyle reminded Winnett of the cartoon character "Noda Hiroshi". The protruding half of his face looked like freshly fished green seaweed. His eyes were narrowed, his head was tilted, his mouth was big, and he showed an undisguised irony. It made people feel that he was here specifically to annoy Nakajima Hideaki.

"If you were the one who planned that video game software..."

"Ueda!" Nakajima Hideaki was shocked.

"Using the Maori detective to design video games will definitely make a lot of money - I accidentally revealed it to you, but three days later, you submitted a project proposal for the same theme. In the blink of an eye, you have already held a press conference. You are a genius at plagiarizing other people's things! Haha!"

The man called Koji Ueda and said with a smile, "Both work and women!" Then he turned his head and faced Takeshita Hironobu, who had short hair and glasses, and said, "Isn't that right?"

"Yes, but... that was when I was in college. I have long forgotten it." Takeshita said embarrassedly. The three of them were college classmates and worked at Mantangtian together after graduation.

"Okay, I'll pretend I didn't see what happened this time." Ueda narrowed his eyes, "I always feel like you're being forced into a corner by the underground money lenders."

Nakajima's face was filled with suppressed anger, and Ueda's interruption made him embarrassed.

This not very harmonious episode ended, and most of the customers in front left. Winette was not interested in Nakajima's interpersonal relationships, and she came to the counter with the three Maori family members.

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"Number ninety-six." Kogoro Mouri took the storage number tag.

Winnet was about to hand the canvas bag to the front desk. Behind her, Takeshita looked at his watch and shouted, "Oh no! It's already late!" Ueda also looked at his watch and became anxious. Takeshita said, "We have to get into the venue and prepare!"

As they spoke, they ran past Winnett to the counter and pressed the leather bag with the company logo on it against the counter surface.

"You deal with this first."

"mine too!"

Nakajima came out and reminded: "Can you two stop cutting in line?"

"You'd better move faster."

"If you're late you'll get scolded by the president."

The two of them reminded Nakajima in turn, and as a result, one more person cut in line. Nakajima said to the staff, "Please, don't make a mistake."

Winnett took her hand back. Although she was upset about the queue-jumping, this was the other party's home court. She glanced sideways and saw that Mao Lilan didn't mind at all. Instead, she smiled and talked to the three people.

"You three are all using the same suitcase!"

"Yes! Not only suitcases, but also tie clips and watches. This is the idea of ​​our president. He hopes that ordinary people will have a deep impression of our company." Takeshita explained.

Nakajima Hideaki added: "However, this is actually a large, bulky, low-quality suitcase. Although I brought it here today, all employees will leave it here."

"The only one who would carry something like this with him is our president," Ueda complained.

Winnet couldn't help but laugh.

As she smiled, the middle-aged man standing behind the three people, who looked a bit like a catfish, coughed and asked, "Is it not possible?"

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The three of them were startled at the same time, mumbling the word "President". The president said sternly: "Why don't you go to your work station quickly!" After several people ran away, he muttered "Really", and apologized to the waiting guests.