Ms. Moriarty wants to save Beika Town today too.

[Task reward: a bag of Kakadu limes.]

【Note: Oh, you are simply a devil! 】

Wow, as a time traveler, I was insulted by Golden Finger. It's so shameful.

Miss Winnet felt that she was wronged.

Sister Alyssa used to praise her as a cute little angel and often gave her jelly.

——I am a faithful believer, how could I be a devil?

Miss Winnet sighed secretly, and then quickly became cheerful again - although the task evaluation was very low, the reward was her favorite citrus fruit, which could be made into delicious orange marmalade. Just this point made Miss Winnet feel like her saliva was about to flow - the task evaluation didn't matter at all!

Winnet began to write down the whole incident in the "Redemption Diary".

She had tested it before, and wrote a page of orange marmalade recipes on it, and opened the diary to show it to Sister Alyssa, but she thought she was teasing her.

In other words, the contents of the redemption diary cannot be seen by anyone except Winnet herself.

It’s really an ideal diary!

To summarize briefly, Robert entrusted her with the plan to murder Goss Connell, but Goss had already discovered Robert's affair with Sabina. The angry Goss then entrusted her with the plan to murder Sabina. Sabina learned that the plan was exposed and was afraid that Robert would kill Goss and the murder would be exposed. She changed sides at the last minute and found a killer, hoping that she could help kill Robert.

Is this the cycle of cause and effect?

Miss Winnet lamented that Mr. Robert was too useless. He should at least take Goss away first. Otherwise, wouldn't he be played around by a bad woman from beginning to end?

The real devil is obviously the woman named Sabina!

Mister Robert, how miserable!

After recording the entire time, Winnet yawned and looked longingly at her wooden bed with three layers of cushions, wanting to give it an intimate hug.

But unfortunately, she had one last meeting today.

Winnet opened her little secret drawer, which contained a handful of change, a small fort made of orange peels, and a stack of letters in different covers.

She pulled out the top one and removed the letter.

A faint fruity scent wafts into my nose.

Written on it are a string of beautiful and charming words:

"Dear Miss Winnet Moriarty

First of all, I must tell you a piece of unfortunate news. Bridget Moriarty, your adoptive father was involved in a fight between underground organizations on the east coast of the United States two months ago and died in the process. I searched the crime scene for three days and only found his charred body. Later, I found your photo and mailing address at his residence, checked the clothes he wore before leaving, and obtained DNA from the remains for comparison, confirming that it was you. I am very sorry about this.

Bridge and I are from the same organization, fighting for the same goal. I believe you have heard of our existence from him. He once mentioned your existence in a casual chat, saying: "Her cruelty and talent are far beyond my reach. She is my dark angel."

Bridge is a highly respected member of the leader and has led many amazing operations. I have received instructions from that person to invite you to join our organization and hope that we can meet.

I will come to visit you on the night of April 12th.

Dear Dark Angel.

Chrissie Wynyard."

"Oh, a woman! Absolutely a woman! A woman who drives people crazy!"

Miss Winnett scratched her hair and rolled her eyes vigorously.

She didn't believe a word of the content of the letter.

The fact that Bridge was killed was nothing short of incredible. It was not impossible that this man was so heartless that he would get his retribution in this life. But since it came from the mouth of a woman, and most likely a beautiful woman, Miss Winnet was certain that he had fallen into that woman's trap.

False paradise!

Bridge died here, Winnet, you must not fall into his trap!

Miss Winnett knew that the devil would take advantage of loopholes and sneak in wherever there was weakness. Bridge's weakness was women, so this woman named Chris targeted him.

But now she came to find herself!

Did she discover that my weakness is also in women, from what she heard from Bridge?

oh no!

Miss Winnett likes women who are beautiful, kind, and love her, like Sister Alisa when she was young.

The aesthetics are different, and there is nothing you can do to the woman who seduces Bridge!

Thinking this way, Winnet dispelled the orange devil in her head, held up the seven-candle candlestick, and tried to use the holy vessels of the Temple of Jerusalem to dispel the evil thoughts.

"Although I used to be an ordinary believer, I couldn't stand the elite religious education after all!"

Winette suddenly missed her life consisting of potato chips, cola and cell phone.

Although it is true that I eat fish and chips often, I am too big to watch cartoons!

(Ms. Winnett obviously just wants to watch cartoons quietly!)

"Come to think of it, where on earth did I go? It's not another world, nor is it Japan, nor even an American tramp... Fortunately, I'm a Protestant. If I really become a nun, I will marry the Lord."

"But it's okay, at least there are no ghouls, onmyojis, cursed spirits, alien creatures, aliens, demi-humans, psychics, 8.0 earthquakes, hell gates, death gods, vampires, VR games, or new world cards here..."

“It’s safer!”

……

003 Vermouth Knocks on the Door

"It looks like this is the right place. I'm looking forward to it, Dark Angel."

After parking the rented MG sports car, Vermouth, who goes by the alias Chris Wynyard, sits in the car, lights a slender ladies' cigarette, and looks out the window at the nameless church in the quiet night.

Seeing the lights flashing like a secret code in the attic, she gave a charming smile, straightened her black coat, held a cigarette in her mouth, and opened the car door.

"It seems like what Absinthe said, she is an interesting girl."

Half a minute ago, the attic and even the entire church were in darkness.

Vermouth lifted her collar and walked towards the church.

"I don't know which part gave me away... the engine noise, or the moment I got off the airport? Or did she start investigating my background the moment she received the letter?"

Ten meters away from the open door of the church, Vermouth stopped.

The originally turbid night was suddenly cleared up by the small colored lights connected in series. They were wrapped around the cable poles, street lights, and a short and sturdy osmanthus tree. The colors were as rich as the table lamps in the bar.

Vermouth noticed that there was a brass nail on the laurel leaf, and on the nail hung a hand-shaped brass clip, with a note on it like a simple message board -

"The Southern Cross."

The handwriting on the note is round and very girlish.

Vermouth raised her head and looked towards the direction of the Southern Cross. Fireworks suddenly lit up in the sky, illuminating the cross-sea bridge shrouded in the night.

The next second, the bridge lit up with dazzling flames, and a moving vehicle exploded violently. As the fireworks were in progress, residents who were not watching the bridge could not have noticed the explosion.

"Haha, what a unique welcome ceremony."

Vermouth understood immediately.

This is the girl's threat.

Then, she saw a line of small words under the note -

"A good girl's motto is: Prevention is better than cure."

After whispering it softly, Vermouth smiled and said, "Oh my god, she is so cute."

You want to scare me so much that I go back obediently? See if you have the ability to do that, girl!

Vermouth began to move forward again, and a pumpkin balloon holding a small gift box floated into the sky, with blue flames in its two hollow eyes.

As the balloon took off, the church door slowly closed.

Seeing this, Vermouth took out a Walther PP pistol equipped with a silencer and burst the balloon. She found that the balloon was half stuffed in the pumpkin and there was a smell of phosphorus in the air.

The small gift box fell to the ground.

When she picked up the gift box, the door of the church closed completely.

When Vermouth opened it, a spring-loaded clown doll jumped out with a new note stuck on its belly.

“America is an interesting country.”

Vermouth couldn't help but burst out laughing.

When a British person says "interesting", it means incredible, but the girl's meaning clearly carries regional bias.

Give you the welcome ceremony that Americans like!

"Hmm... It's about the letter. I don't know how I offended Dark Angel. But it does feel that way."

Since it is criticism, it lacks substance, so -

Vermouth tore off the note on the doll and found that the doll's stomach was hollow and a key was stuffed inside.

Vermouth looked at the door and found that it was chain locked from the inside, and she realized that this was actually the key to the back door.

She had been feeling like she was being watched since a while ago. It seemed like this cute girl was watching her from somewhere.

Although the girl's little trick was amusing, Vermouth had no intention of continuing with it.

Being passive all the time is not her personality.

Standing at the back door of the church, Vermouth briefly compared her key and then opened her flip phone.

Dalala played music at the door. It was the song "Holly and Ivy" that she had just downloaded.

Vermouth smiled and turned up the volume little by little.

"Oh my God! You have no manners! You horribly dressed lap dancer!"

Miss Winnet, with puffed cheeks, could no longer bear it, and angrily opened the back door and confronted Vermouth through the middle door.

Winnett pointed an antique Webley Scott pistol at Vermouth.

"Lap dancer, turn it off or I'll shoot your head off!"

Miss Winnett was almost furious!

Oh my god!

Actually playing pagan songs in front of someone else’s church!

It's getting bigger and bigger!

You little pagan!

She was wearing a black tights!

㈨5⑧1

Most likely, after flirting in the dance hall, she would go to the quiet streets beside St. James's Square and wait for the low sound of the wheels turning, making her whole body -

Dirty!

The LORD will strike you with the boils of the Egyptians, with hemorrhoids, with scabies and with scabies, from which you will not be healed!

Winnet cursed inwardly.

"Oh, naughty girl." Vermouth turned off the music. "The first step to winning a girl's heart is to get her attention."

As the words fell, Vermouth also pointed the gun at Winnet.

Winette puffed up her cheeks, suddenly raised her hands, and held the gun high: "Okay, you win. You ran to someone's church in the middle of the night, wearing disrespectful clothes, playing pagan songs, and pointing a gun at a blind female missionary. Humph! Lap dancer, I will do whatever you want with you!"

Vermouth found it a little funny to be spat at viciously by Winnet.

It was like a display of her crimes.

Does such a girlish character really deserve such high praise from Bridge?

Wait, blind girl?

Vermouth held the gun and moved closer to Winnet, putting the gun to her head and looking at her face.

Staring at Winnet, Vermouth felt that the girl's figure was a little thin. Even with a vest on her waist, she still looked slender and fragile.

Judging from her development, the girl's figure will never be as curvy as an hourglass or have an 18-inch waist.

However, she thinks the clothing is very suitable for young girls.

Winnet was not wearing church clothes, but a black long-sleeved vest and a dark purple skirt, which had a light Gothic style. Her long blue-silver hair was tied up and was very fluffy, like a large fox tail.