Ms. Moriarty wants to save Beika Town today too.

After all, she was not good at lying, and under the Lord's watchful eye, she would only do so to avoid certain embarrassments, such as when someone asked about her background.

It seems that what Shirley is asking about now is the same thing.

"Okay, then I'll tell you about my own story." Winette is used to telling stories. Of course, there must be something hidden in it. She can't talk about anything about her past life - let them sink into the sea of ​​​​the soul forever - there is no point in mentioning it.

However, Shirley, who was sitting on the opposite side, was mentally prepared to be deceived.

Because if things were not as she imagined, she would probably find it difficult to continue to get along with Winnet this way. The essence of human interaction is to treat people differently, just like putting potions into different boxes.

What is determined by the impression is which side the other person is placed on, whether it is close, or hateful and needs to be distanced.

But maybe, in my heart, I don’t care about those things anymore.

If Winnet was a liar, she would have already achieved success, Shirley thought, and she might have become her supporter - she couldn't face her with hatred.

……

034 She is so good!

"Then please God be my witness, everything I tell you is true," Winnett smiled and made an oath gesture, "I am a child picked up by members of the organization - my former home was burned down. I grew up on the outskirts of London and received a believer's education. There is no special reason, because the adoptive father who picked me up is a priest."

Shirley felt that Winnet's behavior was unusual - although she didn't seem to be lying, she didn't seem to be talking about her own things either. It was difficult to speak, hesitant, and only talked about the form but not the specific content. If that was the case, she could still understand it - she would rather listen to something vague, half-spoken, and let Winnet consider it herself.

Such a relaxed attitude makes the self-narration seem unstable, as if there is something absolutely unspeakable.

"When did you join the organization?" Shirley tried to ask.

"Maybe this year?" Winnett couldn't figure out the pattern of the strange time changes. "I have a vague sense of dates."

"Oh, so short."

"Because my adoptive father died, that's why Vermouth found me."

Winnet's voice was serious and cold, as if she was heartbroken by the death of her relatives.

Shirley had no way of judging what Winnet's mood was, but she could more or less guess the purpose of her organizing the guns.

Revenge is always a theme that is difficult for human beings to overcome.

"Later, as you saw, I was forced to accept Vermouth's invitation and came to the United States. After that, I received training in a certain organization's base. I was really shocked. I didn't expect that there really was a systematic killer training method. Vermouth and the instructor said that I was very talented, but I never thought so. Whether it was playing a simple song on the piano or painting an oil painting of lilies in the field, I often gave up halfway, as if everything was just for entertainment to me. When my mentor, Sister Alyssa, passed away, the emptiness in my heart became heavier and heavier. While taking over some things from my adoptive father, I always wanted to forget something, some past events that made me feel resentful."

Shirley felt uncomfortable listening to this because her words lacked weight.

The stale wording was like the script of an old-fashioned puppet show, so that the image created in her mind was like a guy who was being chased by life and gradually had no way out.

However, that is absolutely not the case.

Shirley understood that once something is said lightly, it means there is a heavy core inside that others cannot understand.

"It's not hard to take a life, Shirley. Nothing is more fragile than human life, I deeply believe that, but even though I was involved in some underground forces and criminal groups, I was blessed with a strong life. I thought it would be more dangerous in the organization, but it turned out that I was strong and easily survived the deadly training... To be honest, that period made me feel very relaxed. I didn't need to think about anything, and I was exhausted just by completing the training. When I was on a mission, I was still afraid when I walked into the institute alone, but when I killed my enemies with my own hands, the fear was gone, and I felt like I was alive. It's unusual, isn't it?"

When she mentioned the word "abnormal", Winnet's voice remained flat.

This sounded a little harsh to Shirley. The voice was indifferent and cold, and it seemed that it did not belong to Winnet, with whom she had been for a short time, but to someone else.

Perhaps, wanting to find out something was a wrong move in itself. She was not as sensitive to people's hearts and thoughts as she expected.

Now that I know, what can I do?

If someone asked about her sister, even if she told them, the result would not change. Just like now, even if she knew about Winnet's past, it would be meaningless.

unless……

Winnet slowly raised the corners of her mouth and smiled: "It sounds like a rather boring story."

"I don't think it's right to judge it as interesting or not," Shirley said, feeling her mouth dry, and took a sip of coffee. "But there must be some hidden parts in it, right?"

I have thought about it and led three prayers.

"A secret makes a woman woman."

Winnett imitated Vermouth and said this leisurely, but the next moment, Shirley pinched her cheek hard with her hand.

"Well……"

Sure enough, the girl never plays by the rules.

"Your pretentious attitude really annoys me."

Shirley loosened her fingers, leaving blush marks on Winnett's cheeks, then raised her chin and started eating, "I don't want to listen now. It's good for you to be like this now."

Winette pursed her lips slightly and continued to put the food into her mouth, whimpering and making delicious noises.

Although it may be inelegant, it is the best compliment to the person who prepared the food.

"Girls are really unpredictable, and it's hard to guess..."

Winnett complained slowly, then said, "Thank you for the treat. I'm full."

Shirley glanced at Winnet's back as she left the table to clean up the dishes, her expression a little gloomy.

Although she couldn't see anything on the surface, she could feel the dark qualities emanating from Winnet.

Will she one day become a cold-blooded, ruthless killer like Gin?

Shirley swallowed a piece of roasted tomato, the salty taste was wrapped in the sweet and sour taste. It seemed that Winnet, who was standing at the sink, had also become a tomato, the sour taste was wrapped in the bitter taste of a rotten core - a taste she didn't like.

If I had known this earlier, I wouldn’t have asked so many questions. It really affects my appetite.

Shirley didn't eat much, she was tired of herself for being so inquisitive, and entertaining Winnet for such a purpose seemed to have ulterior motives.

She guessed that Winnet must want to maintain the state of their previous relationship with her, and when she walked to Winnet with the plate in a whimsical attitude, she began to regret tearing open the other person's wound with her own hands.

Shirley walked to Winnet's side without saying a word. The closer she got, the more distinct the smile on Winnet's lips became - hypocritical and used to cover up.

"It's fine if I come. After all, I didn't help much with the cooking."

Winnet was a little embarrassed. Even though she was older, she felt like she was being taken care of.

Although she was not completely unable to cook, she was only good at preparing bread for the Holy Communion. Sister Alyssa used to pester her to teach her how to cook, but she always refused with the excuse that "I will never get married in my life anyway."

If you think about it carefully, instead of working hard to learn how to cook, it would be easier to find a girlfriend who can cook delicious food, right?

Miss Winnett found it ironic that the lazy thinking left over from her previous life was still working well.

Seeing that Winnett took the initiative to take over the work, Shirley didn't say anything, but took out rubber gloves from the cupboard and handed them to Winnett.

"Such beautiful, soft hands," Shirley smiled, "wouldn't it be a shame if they became rough?"

Winnet: “…”

Am I being teased?

She is so good at it.

……

035 The fox's tail was grabbed

Miss Winnet put on rubber gloves in a daze and continued washing dishes.

To her surprise, Shirley was still standing there, staring at her like a supervisor.

Could it be that something got on his face while he was eating?

Winette shook her head in her heart. With Shirley's personality, she would never remind her in a tactful way.

"Anything else you need?" she muttered weakly.

"Why don't you just change into a maid outfit, so we can move to a better house." Shirley put her palm to her nose and yawned again. "A rich Japanese man with a Western girl who is like a pet, this combination is actually quite normal, right?"

Miss Winnett's shoulders shuddered when she heard this.

It's so devilish!

She could already imagine herself wearing a British-style maid outfit, with a collar around her neck, and being led by Shirley.

This is not possible!

Miss Winnet is a good girl who loves herself and has dignity!

Ugh!

Winnet sighed quietly, what kind of weird things are little girls watching nowadays? This is obviously a joke, doesn't she look so much like a toy kept in captivity?

Well, when she wasn't wearing her priest uniform, there were often people who came up to tease her.

When encountering such a situation, Miss Winnet always advises the other party kindly. If the other party does not consider God's face, Miss Winnet has to manually eliminate the other party's qualification to go to heaven - to help him solve the distress of being entangled in desire.

Winnet shook her head desperately, and the fox tail behind her head swung back and forth, "That's not good, right?"

"joke."

Shirley muttered to herself for a moment, then returned to the dining table and changed to read another magazine.

Winnet wiped the cold sweat from her forehead with her hand. The tone she used just now was obviously not a joke. She was afraid that Shirley would really report this to the organization. If the top brass was a funny person like Vermouth, she might really have to be Shirley's maid.

She had never enjoyed the treatment of a maid, but she had to serve others. Just thinking about it made her feel uncomfortable.

Jiu Yi Si Jiu Ling San Qi Ba Jiu

The topic soon came to an end. After seeing Shirley immersed in a jewelry magazine, Winnet also began to prepare for the trip.

"Where are you going?" Shirley asked.

"Try to see if you can get some money from the passbook that Vermouth gave you," Winnett replied, "and buy some necessities."

"Yeah……"

"While I'm out, you are not allowed to move around without permission, including leaving the attic, and don't answer anyone knocking on the door."

Winnet was halfway through her instructions when Shirley interrupted her and said, "I'm not a child, of course I understand what you mean. If you are really worried, you can take me with you."

"Uh……"

Seeing Winnett hesitate, Shirley said sarcastically, "It seems like there is something shameful going on."

Miss Winnett felt distressed. She really just wanted to buy something, but she had a weird feeling as if she was cheating on her girlfriend and was caught by her.

In her heart, she agreed with Sister Alyssa's assessment of young women - they always focused on emotions and intimacy.

"I think I need a musical instrument," she said, "and some suitable clothes."

"It seems that you don't want to spend anything on me." Shirley put down the magazine and teased.

"No...Okay, let's go together. You should know why I don't want to do that. It would be too conspicuous if the two of us walked side by side."

Shirley ignored Winnet. She knew it, but even if Winnet was alone, she would still stand out. Although there were Europeans walking on the street, a young and beautiful girl would definitely stand out more than a bus sign.

"Put this on." Shirley threw a hoodie to Winnet.

She herself put on the same dress, covering her hair and face with a hood.

Winette saw this and knew that Shirley had her own considerations, so she took off her vest and was about to put it on -

"That's terrible! I bought a summer style." Shirley pressed her palm to her forehead and covered one eye. "You need a bra to wrap around your lovely body, otherwise you will be regarded as a high-end product looking for customers... Or do you plan to walk on the street in this sexy look, although I don't care..."

Although I didn't mind being naked in front of the same sex, being stared at by Shirley was another matter.

Because she was not plump enough, the elastic training suit that exposed her belly was a bit loose for her. There were also dried blood stains on the vest she had worn before. Winnett thought for a moment, tore the vest with a dagger, wrapped the removed part around her chest twice, hid the knot under her armpit, and then put on the clothes given by Shirley on the outside.

"How about this?" asked Winnet, putting on her hat.

"This fox tail," Shirley walked behind Winnett and untied the dirty hair tie, "sit on your seat."

Uh, fox tail?

Winette thought of her own fluffy hair that she had left unmanaged, and felt that she did look a little bit like that, but she also had a weird feeling of being mistaken for a vixen. She listened to Shirley and sat on the stool in front of the dining table.

"What is this going to do?"

Her question received no answer, but the feeling of her hair answered it. She could feel Shirley's hands running through her hair, gently and carefully, as if she was stroking a lover's hair.

The last time I had this experience of a woman treating her hair with patience and care was with Sister Alyssa.

Let Shirley's fingers gently stroke through the hair like combing, briefly tightening it, and then slowly spreading it apart for a distance.

Winnett felt a little restless, her saliva secretion and breathing rhythm were a little disordered. She changed the position of her head according to the pressure of Shirley's fingers, and felt her hair changing into a fixed shape.

"It's done," Shirley announced.

She took out a small mirror from somewhere, and Winnet saw herself in the mirror. Her hair, which was usually tied loosely, was braided and then further turned into a bun.

In her opinion, it's kind of cute.