Ms. Moriarty wants to save Beika Town today too.

There is definitely something wrong with getting along like this with members of the organization.

Although she felt it was a big problem, her body accepted it naturally. Shirley thought it was because she missed her sister too much, but the face she saw in her childhood did not appear on that silly smile.

Looking for the shadow of an older sister in Winnet, maybe that's the case, but it also seems not to be the case. After all, there is no respect at all, and in terms of the way they get along, it's like... like they are peers.

Shirley held Winnet's hand and continued forward, checking her phone with her other hand.

There are two kinds of touch coming from the palm, soft and hard, as if symbolizing the two sides of the owner - inner and outer.

This kind of sentimentality is unlike me. I am an emotionless research machine. Within the organization, this image suits me better.

But why does it look like I'm leading a lost child home?

From the reflection in the roadside mirror, she could see Winnet following behind her obediently, like a large puppet, with jewel-like pupils and a poker-like expression again.

After going around three streets, Shirley finally found the residence that Vermouth had arranged for them at the end of the street.

At first glance, it looks terrible.

It was a two-story building, made of dark brown bricks and stones in a Western style, the first floor was a small abandoned workshop, the second floor had a shuttered window, and at the outer end hung a brass recessed rose gas lamp that was no longer in use.

Next to the small handicraft factory on the front, there is a narrow up and down passage leading to the attic on the second floor.

Winnet was led upstairs by Shirley. Halfway up the stairs, Shirley reminded her, "Stay to the left. There are a lot of spider webs on the right. It seems we need to clean them up."

Winnet, who didn't like the sticky feeling, quickly changed her position. She really couldn't tell the position of something as tiny as a spider web.

Winnett, who successfully moved upstairs, muttered, "As expected of Shirley, so reliable!"

"You should get used to calling me by my name. If you need to go out, you can't keep calling me by my code name, right? Or do you plan to lock me up here until the mission is over?" Shirley felt her cheeks getting slightly hot, and she couldn't help but raise her tone.

Seeing Shirley with her arms crossed and looking away, Winnet said in her heart, "As expected."

Typical case of saying one thing and thinking another!

Miss Winnett thought it was a little fun to play a little trick, but she still spoke her mind.

"Well, although my Japanese is not very good now, I will try my best." Winnett said, "I won't lock you up. If I had that plan, I would not leave you alone at the intersection, right?"

Hearing this, Shirley stopped talking and began to check things in the house. Although there was a lot of dust everywhere, the water and electricity were still on, and electrical appliances like refrigerators and televisions were also fully equipped. Basically, apart from the fact that it was very dirty, there was no problem with living there.

In her sight, Winnett was like a hiding child, stuffing the leftover hamburgers into the refrigerator.

Seeing Winnet's actions, Shirley wanted to touch her forehead.

Moxibustion

Is she planning to eat hamburgers for the next few days?

Not to mention the taste, nutrition and health are a big problem.

She would never approve of such an unhealthy lifestyle!

Shirley walked around and couldn't find a place to sit, so she went to the bathroom to soak the handkerchief she carried with her and planned to wipe the tables and chairs first.

As soon as she walked out of the room, she saw Winnet lying on the dusty bed.

Shirley couldn't help but sigh again. What a troublesome child!

She walked to the bedside, holding Winnett's arm with one hand, and said tiredly as she pulled her, "Prolonged contact with dust will clog your pores and make your face full of acne. This is still a small matter. If you keep inhaling it in your sleep, over time, your lungs will also have various problems and you will develop a cough."

"I know you're very tired, so just sit on that stool for a while. Ahem... I'll do the cleaning this time, and you'll take over next time."

……

029 Miss Winette is better than Liu Xiahui

As a believer in the Lord, how could you watch a beautiful girl endure the hardship of cleaning for you?

Miss Winnet would never admit that she was frightened by Shirley's words!

When she lived in the church, Miss Winnett almost always cleaned by herself, so she was quite familiar with it. But tonight, she obviously didn't have the opportunity to clean and dry the bedding. Besides, she was injured and had difficulty moving, and -

She is very sleepy.

Winnett said, "Can't we clean it tomorrow? We can also go to the mall to buy some cleaning tools."

Seeing Shirley wiping it with a handkerchief and trying hard to lift the quilt, Winnet bit her lower lip, rushed over from her seat to help, and grabbed the other end of the quilt.

Seeing this, Shirley immediately showed a "don't make trouble" expression: "Your arm is injured, and moving like this might cause the wound to split."

"If you can master the shaking frequency, you can do it with one hand. The question is... where should you do it?"

Seeing that Winette was determined to help, Shirley finally had to go to the space on the first floor, turned her face away, shook the bedding and shook off the dust.

By the way, I also found cleaning tools in the factory, flicked off the cobwebs in the stairs, and tidied up everywhere except the floor and ceiling.

Shirley wiped the sweat from her forehead with her sleeve. Neither of them had any luggage, so naturally they didn't have any spare clothes.

Suddenly, she heard the sound of water.

Winnett poked her head out of the bathroom and said to Shirley with a smile, "It looks like we can take a shower now. We were covered in dust just now. It was really awful!"

"Uh..." Shirley was stunned when she heard that.

She looked in the direction of the bathroom and found that Winnet had been stripped naked like a primary school student. Under the white cloth wrapped around her arm, bloodstains from the injury could be vaguely seen.

I don't know where to put my eyes.

But it was only for a moment, and soon, Shirley looked at Winnett as usual.

In the process of learning, she had dissected humans, not to mention animals, and had come into contact with all kinds of strange and horrifying cultures, and she had become accustomed to it, just...

Just a body...

it's not a big deal!

Shirley fixed her eyes on Winnett: "You, do you understand that you can't take a bath in your condition? The wound will easily get worse if it comes into contact with water."

Winette heard Shirley's advice and asked with a somewhat embarrassed smile: "Shiho, can you... help me wipe my body? Well, my eyes are not very convenient."

This wasn't a deliberate trick on Winnet's part. She was wet and sticky all over, and the sweat and dust made her itchy, so it was natural for her to want to clean herself up.

Moreover, the bathroom facilities are a bit old, and the spray trajectory is like an undercurrent that makes it difficult to understand the pattern.

In the past, she would wash her body with the sisters in the church during group activities such as sermons.

Well, Miss Winnett promises that she doesn't have any evil thoughts at all!

Shirley sighed and headed for the bathroom.

"Well, that's just right. I feel uncomfortable too, so let's just wash together."

"Sure enough, whether it's cleaning products or shampoo, they're all past their use-by date, and the floor is dirty. Let's run some water to rinse it for a while!"

Seeing Shirley walk in nonchalantly, Miss Winnett was a little flustered.

No, Winnet, you're thirteen, that's a crime!

You can't be weak-willed and have lustful eyes!

Humph, it's just a little kid, Miss Winnet bit her lower lip and puffed out her chest.

Although Shirley didn't know what Winnet was thinking at the moment, she felt offended when she saw Winnet puffing out her chest. She glanced at her and thought, it's true that Europeans develop quickly.

Anyway, the aging process will be faster.

And I can only show off like this in the past two years.

Shirley pushed the dirty dirt aside with the cleaning tools and turned up the water temperature.

I had disposable utensils like those provided by the hotel, including toothbrushes and towels.

Shirley soaked the towel in hot water and took a breath: "Come closer, how can I wipe you when you're hiding so far away? You were so decisive when you took off your clothes, but now you're hesitant?"

Miss Winnett came closer.

Shirley waved.

Miss Winnett came closer.

Shirley's patience was exhausted, and she walked straight to the corner where Winnet was cowering, scaring Winnet so much that she pressed her back against the wall.

She propped one hand on the wall, pretending to be a wall-dong, and said, "Stop playing. My patience is limited. You don't want to toss and turn until you can't fall asleep in the middle of the night, do you?"

Miss Winnet's heart rose to her throat and she swallowed hard.

Winnet nodded like pecking at rice: "Hmm..."

"Then let's start from the front...don't move." Shirley said and started to scrub Winnet's body.

Winnett felt her body unusually stiff, as if the lightness she had felt during training had been sealed by a strange spell.

Less than a foot away, even she could make out what was in front of her: skin that was extremely smooth and ivory-white for an Asian.

However, it was not the appearance that attracted Winnett.

It seemed that she had stayed in the country of faith for too long, and she herself had an alternative pursuit of the spiritual level. Facing such a cruel and ruthless killer like her, Shirley in front of her did not seem to be afraid at all.

It's possible that she's been in the organization for so long that she's gotten used to assholes like her, but judging from Shirley's attitude towards other people, that doesn't seem to be the case.

Care out of guilt?

Winnett felt that was not right either.

In short, Shirley's personality fascinated her. The serious expression on her face was the target she was facing. It was not the kind of woman expressing her maternal feelings, nor was it the kind of feeling that was simply treated as work.

Extraordinary, cool and quiet.

Winnet didn't want to talk about beauty because her eyesight was poor, but she knew that beautiful women didn't rely entirely on their appearance. They all had their own irresistible, whispering beauty that touched other people's hearts.

Putting aside her age, given Shirley's experience and knowledge, it is impossible for her to be treated as a child.

As if affected by the temperature of the towel, Winnett felt her body temperature slowly rising, as if she was thrown into a kettle. Sweat seeped into the wound, causing a rustling pain.

Fortunately, Winnet closed her eyes. The dark world was more familiar to her. The outside world was like a glimmer of light in a black hole. She could always distinguish the changes in the outside world through the darkness. Today, this intuition seemed to have evolved.

Shirley in front of her seemed particularly clear.

Shirley wiped Winnet's arm and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Winette shook her head.

"This level of treatment does have hidden dangers," Shirley thought for a moment, then said, "Although there is no shortage of private black clinics in Los Angeles, the doctors' abilities and sanitary conditions are worrying. I think it would be better to buy some medical supplies and let me help you clean the wound and rebandage it... Do you trust me?"

Shirley raised her eyes and found that Winnet had closed her eyes.

Actually——

"Fell asleep while standing?"

……

030 Honey, this is the sticker you wanted!

Shirley continued to wipe, and the touch gave her a soft feeling, as if there was a soft layer of fat on the surface of the skin. When she pressed inwards, she could feel solid muscles and bones, which were difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.

Switching to the topic of appearance and figure, Winnet in front of her had an impeccable figure and appearance.

The figure is tall and slightly slender, but the bony curves are also graceful.

Different from the models in magazines, her beauty is not sexy, wild and lively, but a beauty that combines classical norms with a unique color, a beauty that makes people feel pity.

After a long time,

Her current serene look only served to highlight her aura, her breath as delicate as a summer breeze, which could be overlooked if one didn't listen carefully, just like the delicate woman imprisoned in a tower in a fantasy story.

"How strange..." Shirley couldn't help but mutter.

She picked up Winnet's slender white hand, pressed it in her palm, and wiped her back. Soon, the owner of the hand woke up, and her confused and beautiful face wrinkled with effort.

Seeing this, Shirley took out the towel, blocked it on Winnet's pale forehead, and wiped along the soft contours of her temples, all the way to the edges of her shiny, thick, fluffy hyacinth-like silver hair. Then she deliberately pinched her tall nose, and then moved her wipe across her smooth and delicate cheeks, and fell on her silky, sexy, sleepy lips.

Winnett's little face was like being covered by a kidnapper, twisting and loosening it: "Um... woo, I can wipe my face myself..."

"Oh, really?" Shirley turned and leaned down.

Winette thought this was very strange, so she held Shirley's wrist with her uninjured right hand and said to her, "It's mainly the back. I can do the front by myself, but... I still need your help to get rid of the water."

Because there wasn't even a decent basin in the bathroom, Winette didn't want to be splashed with water when it leaked and then have to start wiping it all over again.

Shirley smiled and said, "Oh, I feel nervous when I'm with a woman. If the organization asks you to use your beauty to seduce a big shot to assassinate him, won't you fail right from the start?"

Miss Winnett's face froze.