Ms. Moriarty wants to save Beika Town today too.

And as if she had read her mind, Shirley stroked her chin, "It feels like the opposite effect, which is kind of cute."

Shirley then put the hood over her head, and judging by the reflection in the mirror, it at least served to conceal it.

Winnet also caught Shirley's happy smile in the mirror. She stared at the blurry Shirley in the mirror until she put the mirror down.

What should have made Shirley smile was the cozy room where her sister was in Japan, not the dusty, empty attic with the cold-blooded killer.

It’s better not to get too involved.

While waiting for Shirley to get ready to go out, she suddenly hated herself because she was just like this city, chaotic, full of malice, and without any romance.

If Shirley could leave the organization one day, she could live as an ordinary girl.

As for myself, there is no possibility of turning back.

……

036 Shirley: I'm always here for you

They had dinner late, and it was almost three in the afternoon when they left.

With Shirley's suggestion, Winnett withdrew five hundred dollars from the bank and took a stack of blank checks. When they arrived at a nearby commercial building, the sun began to set and a whale-shaped anti-aircraft balloon floated in the sky, flashing a dazzling silver light in the sunlight.

Winnett and Shirley walked down the street together and soon felt the piercing gazes all around them. Just as she was wondering why people on the street were looking at them with strange eyes -

Shirley lowered her hood. "Because I'm wearing cheap clothes and I'm dressed up tightly. Plus, when I go to a place like a shopping mall, it's like I'm wearing old clothes I picked up. It's no wonder that people think I'm a vagrant or a thief. This place is not like London. There are no gentlemanly shop assistants."

"Well, even so, you don't have anything else to wear."

Shirley didn't care about the looks of the people around her and the blatant vigilance of the shop assistants, and pulled Winnett into a clothing store.

"So, before you buy anything else, buy some suitable clothes first."

Shirley originally thought that as a woman, Winnet would be more or less interested in buying new clothes, but for some reason, Winnet, who had been walking on the street with ease, suddenly became shy.

"What's wrong?" Shirley asked, "Don't you like the style of this store?"

"No, it's not that I don't like it..." Winette shook her head.

Although she may have worn a variety of children's clothes when she was young, she changed into the novice nun's clothes prepared by Sister Alyssa after she was about six years old. However, she and her adoptive father did not want her to be a nun, so she later changed into priest's clothes. Because she only went to Sunday school for a while, her wardrobe only had a few priest's clothes of the same style that were modified in size, and she basically never wore so-called fashionable clothes.

Because it has been so long, she has no idea what kind of clothes suit her.

"That is?"

Shirley looked at her in confusion.

"This is my first time buying clothes in such a big store..."

Hearing this, Shirley pressed her temples in disbelief.

Are you a country girl from the countryside?

Since Winnet's reaction was very interesting, Shirley thought she would take the trouble to help her choose clothes. Then she stretched out her hand to Winnet and said, "Give me the money."

Winnett pitifully took out five or six twenty-dollar bills and reluctantly handed them to Shirley.

Speechless about the little miser in front of her, Shirley reached into her pocket and grabbed all of Winnett's cash. Then, unable to bear the aggrieved look of the little animal, she quickly said, "Didn't that woman give you 50,000 US dollars? It's just a small amount of money, so don't be so fussy."

"Well……"

Miss Winnett lost five hundred dollars before she could even warm herself up.

Although she nodded out of formality, Miss Winnet was very hurt. Those were 500 hamburgers!

Shirley couldn't bear to see Winnett like this, so she said, "You can have big meals every day, wear new shoes and new clothes, and if there is anything you like here, you can buy it generously."

"But..." Winette turned her head, "I am still used to that priest outfit."

"You can't buy it here, and you can't dress like that now, can you?"

Shirley sighed helplessly and dragged Winnett to the rack of clothing filled with all kinds of things. "Okay, what kind of styles do you like? Casual, cute, or sexy? Um... that last one doesn't quite fit."

She picked up an off-white coat and put it on Winnet's chest for comparison. There was a skull printed on the navel of the shirt, which she felt was inappropriate. Shirley changed into a piece of clothing with cartoon animal patterns on it.

This slightly childish style was just right for the impression Winnet had made on her so far.

Shirley raised her eyes slightly and found that Winnett was not looking in the direction of the shelf at all, but was looking at the coat rack in the distance. She walked over there, picked up an algae green coat and handed it to Winnett, "Do you want to try it on?"

"Uh... I haven't thought about it yet."

Winnet held the clothes, her eyes still hesitant.

To be specific, it was not so much hesitation as it was a complete loss of her own opinion. Winnet had never thought that choosing clothes would be such a distressing thing.

Although she was not picky for the sake of being glamorous, it was not easy to find simple and close-fitting clothes. She also didn't know when she would come to such a place again. With all the factors to consider, she could no longer come to a conclusion.

If it is about choosing weapons, it is simple. The standards are only accuracy, power, and stability.

"Are you not satisfied with the style of this store? Why don't we go to a more fancy one? You are indeed suitable for wearing such clothes."

Shirley suggested casually.

In her eyes, if Winnet really dressed up carefully, judging from her appearance and temperament, she might look like a princess from some small country who had sneaked out to play.

Shouldn't a killer's traits be inconspicuous? Shirley's belly and Winnet's features are so conspicuous that people will never forget them after seeing them once.

It seems that disguise does require careful preparation, that is, Winnet is thinking about how to look inconspicuous, and her own suggestions are somewhat off the point.

"No... I still believe in your vision, Shirley." Winette put the clothes on and tried them on. "It's just that if I were asked to choose suddenly, I wouldn't know what to do... They are all very good..."

Shirley stood in front of Winnet and helped her pull down her collar to smooth out the wrinkles.

"I understand." Shirley said as she picked up a few items. "You think that if you choose this one, you have to give up that one, right? You are really childish. Since we have what we want, why don't we come back next time? Decisiveness is what you should have. You are stumped by a simple choice like this. What if it is a mission?"

will die.

Winnet understood this.

but--

"Next time?" she couldn't help but ask.

Shirley handed the clothes to Winnett, then chose a high-necked sweater and compared it in front of her. "You will go to Japan with me, right? There will be many opportunities like this. Besides, even if you are alone, going to the mall to buy things is just a part of your daily life."

Winnet held the clothes, "It's better to be together."

For some reason, she suddenly felt a little scared, perhaps she was afraid of returning to the state of living alone in the church.

"That's fine..."

Shirley picked out some trousers and a jacket, walked slowly towards the fitting room, and then looked back at Winnett.

"If you're willing to pay for me, I'm always here for you."

……

037 Absolute Pitch

How romantic.

Winnett clutched the clothes in her hands and thought quietly.

As a former young girl, Winnet certainly had romantic ideas. However, compared with empty romantic ideas, some small details could move her more, such as someone making wreaths and praying for sick children, secretly asking her to help write letters and invite lovers who had reunited after a long separation. This was also the spice that maintained her long-term church life.

She also had an unspeakable experience when many men pursued her, sent her flowers, and wrote romantic love letters - in French - a trick learned from modern French movies.

However, she could not indulge in beauty or aesthetics, as if there was a thrill-seeking gene in her bones, which dimmed the halo of beauty. The peaceful and stable years were like the hazy shots in the TV series adapted by the BBC based on Dickens' works. For her who could not understand the core, there was only boredom and fatigue.

"As expected, if you stay in an environment for a long time, many abilities that you don't need will degenerate, such as the ability to select..."

In fact, in essence, they still don’t know what they really need or what they need. They have been drifting with the tide for too long, so they are like a barge that can’t find a place to dock.

She took the clothes in her hand to the counter, and seeing the clerk's troubled expression, she took out the blank check from the bank, picked up the pen tied to the counter, and began to fill out the form. She left the amount column blank and told the clerk to wait for her friend to choose the clothes and pay together.

The clerk was stunned for a moment at first, but when he saw Winnett's calm demeanor, his attitude became enthusiastic and he nodded slowly.

She walked back to the front of the fitting room, and soon Shirley came out, wearing a brown sweater with khaki shorts and a black cotton and linen baseball cap.

Cool outfit!

Winnet looked at it and recalled the lazy-looking Shirley she had seen before. There was no overlap between her and the girl in front of her at all. It felt a little strange to her that a set of clothes could create such a big difference in impression.

However, the reason why I think so is also related to the fact that I have been with Shirley for a period of time.

A smart, reliable, mature-speaking, cool-looking girl.

"How's it going?" Shirley asked.

"Well, like a trendy girl going to the sports field, it suits you very well."

"Such pertinent praise will only make women feel that they are not well dressed enough," Shirley took off her hat. "But you are not the kind of person who would say perfunctory words, so I will accept it calmly."

"learned."

Miss Winnet murmured, it seemed that she needed more affirmative and highly praised words in order to win the favor of girls.

Just as when you think of the Lord's teachings, do it with joy and sincerity.

I mean, SAN Qi is not

Shirley picked up a few more clothes and went to the counter with Winette. She was a little surprised that Winette, like Grandet, paid by check. After the settlement was cleared, she took out a five-dollar bill and gave it to the service provider as a tip.

Winnett carried the heavy bag in both hands and explained to Shirley what other items were needed - musical instruments (mainly boxes) and lubricating oil (for gun maintenance).

"Let me get you some," said Shirley.

At least from the outside, the killer lady in front of him didn't seem strong at all.

She decided that at least in her attitude towards Winnet, she should not label her as a "killer" or "organization member", but just treat her as a girl of similar age.

Although Winnet was a little embarrassed, she still accepted Shirley's proposal. With Shirley's help, she quickly found a store that sold the items she needed. The instrument she bought was a guitar, which was selected by Shirley.

"You can also play a musical instrument," Winnett felt that Shirley was an all-rounder and the best among geniuses. "I really can't see through you any more."

Shirley plucked the strings twice, and it was a British country poll.

“Occasionally, the bards who pass by the village also like to play, but I don’t think they are as professional as you.” Winnet commented.

In the countryside, young people who could sing a few tunes liked to call themselves bards, and they were welcomed in churches. Occasionally they would play with the choir orchestra and hold events, and because there were free pies to eat, Miss Winnett often visited.

"I haven't practiced much... Are you saying this just to please me?"

Even if it's just flattery, it still makes people feel a little happy.

Shirley felt that she was just showing off in front of a young girl who had never seen the world. In theory, it should be a boring thing, but since the target was Winnet, it seemed a little different. She was happy to hear her admiring voice.

"Although I can't play the piano, I often sing," Winnett said. "Miss Vina from the choir often invites me to participate in performances. She said that my singing pitch and rhythm are very accurate. Tentatively, my ears are also sensitive."

"That's probably absolute pitch," Shirley analyzed.

She speculated that Winnet's ability was probably more powerful than the average absolute pitch. Not only could she accurately analyze the sounds of various things based on her sense of pitch, she could also accurately locate and judge the corresponding things. This was a special situation caused by high auditory sensitivity and long-term dependence.

Shirley was well aware of the severity of Winnet's impaired eyesight. Normally, she did not have the qualities to be a killer, but her extraordinary hearing made up for this shortcoming and even provided her with a more powerful weapon than her eyes.

That woman, Vermouth, might have seen this point and brought Winnet into the organization.

"Oh, I've heard of that," said Winnet.

This is very common in toilet paper literature. No matter what it is, if you add the word "absolutely" in front of it, its quality will instantly improve a lot. This is also common in the names of some skills.

She didn't want there to be anything supernatural in this world, and "absolute pitch" should not be able to reach that level.

"In that case, it seems that my musical skills are pretty good."

Shirley nodded proudly and put the guitar back into the case.

Winnet gradually got used to Shirley's unmodest personality and didn't feel uncomfortable about it. If she suddenly wanted to sing hymns, she might even ask Shirley to accompany her - although it was just an unrealistic idea.

2018-03-27

Perhaps they would go to Japan together, but the organization could not keep them with a researcher for a long time, and the current situation was just like what Shirley had just played - a short melody.

After purchasing the ordered items, it was already past five o'clock. The sun began to set. The anti-barrage balloons floating in the sky were glowing orange, and the fiery clouds left a touch of pink on people's cheeks. As dusk fell, the colors were particularly bright.

Shirley and Winnett had dinner, sandwiches and coffee at a nearby cafe on the way back. Winnett didn't like the sour taste of coffee, so she bought tea and added five or six spoons of sugar to it. The temperature change caused spots of water vapor to appear on the window. Shirley bit her sandwich and quietly looked at Winnett's state - hazy and confused - when there was no conversation, she always felt that she had a sense of dullness.

"Is there something on my face?" Winnet tilted her head in confusion.

"Mayonnaise," Shirley took out a piece of paper and wiped the corner of Winnet's mouth, "OK."

Of course she couldn't admit that there was nothing on Winnet's face.

……