Ms. Moriarty wants to save Beika Town today too.

Wow, this guy has such a poisonous tongue!

Miss Winnet was aroused by the resistance, and stammered: "I... I don't need to use, use beauty or anything..."

Shirley ignored Winnet's request and continued wiping.

As she wiped the room, she said, "You know, there are a lot of scenes like that in movies, where you sneak into a scene disguised as a maid or an actress, or go to a man's room as a call girl. As a killer, you can't miss these opportunities, right? Even if there's no real progress, it's very likely that I'll touch your body like this, so you'd better get used to it now, right?"

"What do you think, Abby?"

"Or have you already vowed to dedicate your body to God?"

From the perspective of looking down, Winette always felt that Shirley's smile was getting bigger and bigger, and she could even catch a hint of smile in her words.

"Before he does that, I'm going to punch him in the face!"

Miss Winnett made a Bajiquan stance, which was taught to her by her adoptive father when he was young. In close combat, she seemed to have been blessed by God and she had hardly ever lost to anyone.

Shirley smiled as she watched Winnet tense up.

"Rather than thinking about those things," Shirley pinched Winnet's left forearm, "the most important thing now is to prevent the wound from splitting open, right?"

"Okay, the front is almost done, you can leave the private parts to yourself, turn around, quickly! I'm going to take a shower and go to bed soon, it's been a terrible day!"

Urged and pushed by Shirley, Winette exposed her back to Shirley.

The touch on her back was a little unreal. Whether as a priest or as a killer now, she didn't like leaving her back to others.

If Shirley didn't have the influence of her "sister", would she stab me from behind with a weapon, kill me and then run away?

Telling jokes might be a way to probe her abilities, but Winnet felt very tired and didn't want to think about anything else. The feeling of being wrapped in moisture and warmth made her feel dizzy.

At this moment, she felt a slap on her butt.

"Eh, even though it looks flat, it's surprisingly elastic..." Winette heard Shirley's voice.

Uh, this is already harassment, right?

What is this for? Is he trying to test Miss Winnet's bottom line?

Miss Winnett was not in a position to be grateful for what she had received, and it was not appropriate for her to lose her temper suddenly. Besides, she was not the only one who was hurt in today's incident.

She glanced sideways at Shirley.

Which is better, being hurt physically or being hurt emotionally?

In fact, they will affect each other, but the latter has a more drastic impact on the former.

She quietly waited for the whole process to end, and then heard the sound of water hitting her skin. She turned around and saw that Shirley had walked to the sprayed area, with her head slightly lowered. Her brown hair hung like a sunflower that was not growing well, and was lost in the irregular water flow, making it impossible to guess what she was thinking.

Winette dried herself as she watched.

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A change of clothes did not exist, so Winette put on only a vest.

Just as she was about to walk out of the bathroom door, she heard the spraying stop and Shirley's voice.

"Help me get a towel, it's next to the sink."

Winnett did as she was told with some doubt, and after handing it to Shirley, she asked, "Aren't you going to wash it a little longer?"

"Since you don't have any change of clothes, you'll catch a cold if you take too long to wash. I haven't been fighting for as long as you have, so a quick rinse will be fine."

Shirley wiped her hair, turned to look at Winnett, and said with a smile: "Why, do you want to see the way you wiped your body back?"

Stimulated by Shirley's words, Winnet immediately turned around and returned to the attic room.

Although the room is large, it is not divided into multiple rooms like an ordinary living room. Only two beds are placed in the space inside.

"Even such a humble place is huge... America, everything seems to be huge..."

Winnet stared at the empty beds for a while, and when she was hesitating which one to choose, Shirley walked in naked.

Seeing this, Winnet was a little dumbfounded.

I was still wearing a vest, and although the clothes I wore before might not be very clean, I should still be more careful when I'm with strangers, right?

Even if the person you are living with is a woman, you can't be sure that he or she is not interested in girls at all, right?

Miss Winnett said this was not a reference to herself.

Shirley found the white coat she had lent to Winnet before, shook it, sat on one of the beds, looked up at Winnet, and said, "Even if you just stand there, the bed won't get clean by itself. If you don't want to cover yourself with that quilt that has been used countless times, come over here."

Shirley lay down on the mattress, lifted a corner of her white coat and patted it.

"Come here..." Winnet was a little slow, "What do you mean?"

Shirley turned over and said faintly, "Are you stupid? Of course I mean sleeping together, which can help keep you warm. Of course, if you don't want to, I won't force you."

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031 Rebellious Shirley

Why wouldn't Miss Winnet dare?

It’s still cold even wearing a vest!

Humph, little bastard, Miss Winnet is going to be a body temperature predator today!

Without saying a word, Winnet lifted a corner of her white coat and went in.

Both of them were not very big, so their backs couldn't even touch each other, but they could clearly feel the body temperature escaping from the other side through their backs.

The warmth made Winette a little distracted. She closed her eyes and opened them again. Soon, she heard steady breathing.

From the sound, Winette accurately judged that Shirley behind her had fallen asleep. Just when she was about to fall asleep, she suddenly heard a sound like sobbing.

Are you talking in your sleep?

Because the voice was very vague, Winnet couldn't hear it clearly. She could vaguely make out fragments of words such as "sister", "sorry", and "I've had enough".

Maybe he doesn’t know that he has the habit of talking in his sleep.

For her, the rootless and floating memories from the past could only be hidden deep in her heart. Fortunately, she did not have the habit of talking in her sleep.

Since Shirley didn't notice this, it means that she has always been alone. In a way, she is more pitiful than Sister Alyssa, who serves the Lord alone. After all, she doesn't even have God, only a sister who she doesn't know whether she is still alive.

But since the organization arranged for them to meet, it means that Shirley's sister should still be alive, and even living a decent life.

This should be a comfort to Shirley, a comfort that has supported her along the way.

What is such an object for me?

Only the Lord's teachings are enough for me. Am I such a person who is easily satisfied?

Winnet gradually became sleepy in her wild thoughts. When she regained consciousness, she found that her body was unusually warm and there was a faint fragrance in the air.

With a dizzy head, Winnet sat up and found that a small blanket had been covered on her body.

This was obviously not something that should be in this house. Seeing Shirley sitting at the table, she quickly realized that Shirley had gone out to buy some goods while she was unconscious.

A little girl with oriental features carrying so many things alone will surely attract attention. I hope she won't be targeted by any annoying guys...

Rubbing her eyes, Winnet couldn't help but analyze the current situation from the perspective of crisis.

Immediately, she smelled a very fragrant scent.

Seeing Winnett wake up, Shirley also held her cheek and knocked on the table, saying, "The sun has risen very high, and I didn't wake you up because you were sleeping so soundly."

Winnett first checked her cell phone, which was still in the same place as last night. There was a new email from Vermouth asking her to pick up the package at a designated location.

Seeing Winnet's actions, Shirley smiled brightly.

Winnet felt strange and was unable to change the preconceived impression she had formed.

The next moment, Winnett saw Shirley pull out a pistol from behind.

I have only seen guns in illustrated books.

The Italian-made MATEBA is a gun with the cylinder set at the bottom, with the shooting concept of reducing recoil.

If this was the weapon that Vermouth prepared in the package, the bullet used should be the 0.357 Magnum bullet that she was familiar with.

Seeing the black muzzle of the gun, Winnet frowned.

The room was empty, there was no place to hide, and anything at hand could be easily pierced.

Sleeping like a dead pig that couldn't be woken up was too abnormal for her.

Sleeping pills?

It seems that Shirley had tampered with the water that I drank after cleaning last night. No wonder I felt drowsy several times while wiping my body.

To trust someone directly is a fatal thing for a killer.

Now Miss Winnett experienced this firsthand.

but--

Winnett was not nervous at all and slowly put her feet on the ground.

"Even if you're holding a piece of steel like that, do you really have the guts to shoot?"

As she spoke, Winnett slowly stood up and looked at the muzzle of the gun raised upwards.

Shirley had a relaxed expression on her face: "How many years do you think I have been in the organization? I have already mastered the use of guns. As for shooting... I have seen so many people die in front of me. Do you think I would be afraid of this?"

"Instead of worrying about me, how about worrying about yourself? Abby, you are much more stupid than I thought. You actually let me go like this. Now, I will let you experience the consequences of your inaction!"

The moment the sound fell, Winette formed a Z shape and rushed towards Shirley.

Shirley swung the gun left and right, trying to aim, but Winnett's speed was beyond her expectations. The next second, she fell off the stool and made heavy contact with the ground.

Winette's knee was on her throat, and she pressed the picked mataba against Shirley's head.

However, after getting the gun, Winnett felt that the weight was wrong. She took apart the revolver and found that there was not even a round of ammunition inside.

She looked at Shirley with an uncomprehending look and asked, "What's the point of you irritating me like this?"

Shirley looked away. "I'm not angry. I'm just evaluating the probability of my escape. Well, as long as I keep a sufficient distance from you, it should be quite high, Miss Winnet, who is not on guard."

Looking up at Winnet again, Shirley laughed again when she saw Winnet loosen her knees and put down the gun.

She coughed twice, sat up and said, "You're really harsh. Don't you know how to be gentle with women?"

"I only saw a little girl who didn't even understand the situation and was provoking the supervisor." Winnett picked up the stool, "I can forgive you this time, but next time..."

As she spoke, Winnet picked up the fruit knife on the table.

Seeing her picking up the knife, Shirley didn't show any panic at all. She just stood up from the ground and patted her clothes.

Shirley asked back, "What? Are you going to shoot me or put me in a cement barrel and throw me into the sea?"

"You can't do that anyway, as long as I am still useful in the organization."

Seeing Shirley's fearless look, Miss Winnet was very angry.

This is because they are sure that she has a good temper and is kind-hearted. How can they change that? If it were any other member of the organization, how would Shirley dare to tease the other person!

Although we can't do anything that endangers Shirley's personal safety, stripping her naked and humiliating her severely should not be a problem.

"Do you believe it or not..."

Just as Miss Winnet was about to be overwhelmed by anger, she had another flash of inspiration in her mind, so she changed her words and admonished herself: "Put away all bitterness, wrath, anger, clamor, and slander, along with all malice."

Shirley sat down with a smile. She glanced at Winnett and said, "Ah, you really are like a saint. But hiding dirt in places where it's not visible is also what a 'saint' is good at, right?"

Miss Winnet, hold it in!

She closed her eyes, ignored Shirley's words, and took a deep breath.

“And the Lord uprooted them out of their land in anger, in wrath, and in great indignation, and threw them into another land, as they are this day.”

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032 Let’s make marmalade

When Winnet opened her eyes again, she saw a plate of steaming cream stew and two pieces of whole wheat bread in front of her.

Shirley is taking off her oven gloves.

"Okay, consider this as my small apology."

"From your appearance, I can tell that you have hardly eaten any decent food, right? After all, Britain is known as a food culture desert."