Ms. Moriarty wants to save Beika Town today too.

038 Fashionista Winnet

Winnet nodded dumbly, "Thank you."

Her keen sense made her feel that there should be no sauce on her face, but after Shirley said that, she became a little unsure. Rather than trusting her intuition, she was actually more willing to trust friendly people, of course, not including liars and demons.

One of Miss Winnett's special skills is her ability to detect malicious lies - a result of her skepticism of anything unfamiliar.

"You... Winette, you seem to be thinking about something when you are quiet. It's good to be keen on thinking, but you have to let your brain rest occasionally. A tight line is easy to break. Some things, no matter how much you think about them, you can't get a conclusion. The world is full of ambiguous things, right?"

"Yes."

"I kind of envy you for your limited freedom."

Shirley took out a handkerchief and wiped her lips. Her expression was as tired as ever. After a few seconds, she changed her tone and said, "How about taking it easy? You keep repeating 'If you live, live for the Lord; if you die, die for the Lord'. Seeing your appearance, I have no appetite at all."

Winnet was a little confused. Did her expression look very heavy?

She thought about it and realized that the old lady in the candy store had indeed said similar words before. Everyone liked to make her laugh, and for this, she often got some free candy and toys.

Winette blew on the hot tea.

"But you finished your sandwich..."

"That's just a description. If you take it too seriously, people will hate you."

Winnett felt that she would never be able to defeat the other person in her life with a mouth. The gap in strength was not a small one. Besides, arguing with others was not a good thing, and she didn't like it.

After finishing the meal, Shirley called a taxi.

With Shirley's skillful conversation and tipping skills, Winnett saved herself a lot of trouble. She checked her phone to see the message she received. The content was from Vermouth. In addition to information about the local mafia, she also gave her the contact information of another member - the contact code - a Hermes ladies' watch, and the pair of amethyst earrings she got from Vermouth.

Back in the attic, Winnet began to prepare.

In Shirley's eyes, Winnet seemed like a different person. The slightly exaggerated dazedness and innocence when she talked to her disappeared, and she became neat, capable, and alert. She sat at the table, watching Winnet's movements - checking the parts of the gun, disassembling the sniper rifle and putting it into the piano case.

At first Shirley thought she was doing routine maintenance, but when she saw Winnet wearing a watch and holding two crystal earrings, she finally realized something was wrong. Before this, she had never seen Winnet wearing any jewelry.

"Are you going to wear it?" Shirley asked.

"Well," Winnett looked at them with some annoyance, "to be honest, I have no such experience."

Miss Winnett has never been fashionable, either before or now. If it was just a conspicuous feature, it would be enough to have a good appearance - it would not matter if they were not needed, but the meeting place designated by Vermouth was a bar, and if she did not make any preparations, she would be conspicuous enough just to appear there. Although she was an adult on her driver's license, judging from her appearance, she was no more than 20 years old, and her face was very young.

"You want to dress more fashionably?" Shirley sighed, "Why didn't you say so earlier? Now we've missed the chance to choose."

Hearing the word fashion, Winette felt a little uncomfortable, as she had no such idea in her heart. But Shirley seemed to be very interested after hearing it, and even her tired face brightened up a bit.

Winette felt nervous.

She saw Shirley take out a rough map given by the mall, and then scribbled on the paper. A few minutes later, Shirley, who had finished relaxing, changed into travel clothes and put on a baseball cap to cover her face. "Isn't it good? I also want to see how you look after dressing up. How about being more confident?"

Miss Winnett felt that this was not a question of confidence or not.

You just want to have some fun, right?

However, she seemed to have lost her right to speak and just passively followed Shirley's rhythm. Although she wanted to say something in rebuttal, every time the words came to her lips, they were blocked by a rose bush full of thorns and swallowed back into her throat.

Putting the Colt and the dagger into the small bag she had purchased, Winette followed Shirley, walking on the dark streets, heading towards the bustling streets in the south at night.

This street is full of fashion and nightlife venues, but it's not the time to get excited yet. Winnet was led by Shirley to a beauty salon. Her hair, which was originally fluffy, became soft, shiny and smooth after a treatment that seemed like magic to Winnet, like the effect in shampoo commercials, like satin wrapped around her neck. Afterwards, she was led by Shirley to get her ears pierced. Later, out of Shirley's personal preference, she only wore one.

On the way to the mall, there are many small hotels. Some look good, but some are very bad, like the ones often used by women in special industries in movies. There are even places where people like refugees gather, and the security nearby does not seem to be very good. While Winnett was looking around, Shirley pulled her into a famous brand clothing store.

Looking at Shirley's interested expression, Miss Winnett felt that she was just an accessory to these fashionable clothes, and was occasionally used as a dress-up doll by Shirley for comparison.

The store smelled of dye and dusty carpets, but the front desk staff was very enthusiastic. Perhaps because of the huge difference in the quality of the venue, Miss Winnett sneered at such a philistine attitude and wondered why Shirley was the only one who entertained her warmly instead of herself?

Well, maybe I don't look that unfashionable, but compared with Miss Shirley's fashion sense, I completely fell behind and became a passerby that no one cared about.

"I think it suits you very well," said Shirley.

Winnet looked over and saw a simple, slim-fitting black dress.

Although the visual image was not very clear, the feedback told her that the dress had many subtle asymmetries. The overall style was a grid hollow, and there were shallow ruffles at the waist. In short, in her eyes, this was a rather flashy dress, although the unity of color and style made it look relatively simple.

"Uh……"

"Okay," Shirley took out an extremely smooth black cape coat, "You can wear it outside, it will look cooler. Although I think you are more suitable for a more fancy skirt, the tough and neutral style is also very good."

Does Miss Winnett's opinion matter?

She had no choice but to do as Shirley said and changed her clothes in the dressing room. Then she leaned closer to the mirror and said, "Um, the person in the mirror, is that me?"

Maybe someone pasted a poster of a model on the mirror.

Winette made a face in the mirror.

The model in the mirror also made a face at her.

"Um... no way, is it really me?"

……

039 Are you going to attack my woman?

She stared blankly at herself in the mirror, not out of narcissism, but because the drastic change made it difficult for her to accept that she was such a fashionable and cool woman.

After a while, she walked out of the dressing room, "Shiho... I think the person in the mirror is someone else, not me."

Shirley sat on the waiting bench, playing with a ruffled lady's hat.

"Well, it's pretty good."

She stood on tiptoe to put the lady's hat on Winnet's head, stroking her chin with her left hand and nodding like a judge on a fashion show.

She thought, she is indeed a beauty. If Winnett walked on the street now, she would definitely be harassed by scouts and men, just like delicious bait, attracting those stupid sardines to swarm over.

Shirley felt that she needed a camera to record Winnett's current appearance - her current beauty would make people feel that time was passing by - she would not be able to grasp it in a moment. If she walked into a place like a bar, the men and women who were hanging around would definitely turn their heads to look at Winnett, wondering if she was a star who had appeared on the screen.

"You will probably be discovered to shoot horror movies," she joked with a smile, "Those directors like the most are girls with extremely beautiful, vase-like looks."

Miss Winnett was not foolish enough to believe Shirley's words. To her, this was like a live teaching lesson on praising ladies, although the praise was somewhat sharp.

When she was growing up, she received a lot of compliments from others, but most of them said she was innocent, cute, and God's favorite. No one praised her beauty. Maybe some exaggerated love letters mentioned it, but since it was an exaggeration, there was no need to believe it. She could only see the vague outlines of her facial features, but her fair face probably didn't classify her as ugly.

Her eyes were like amethysts, and her figure was not tall but slender. These were things she often heard.

"Thank you," Winnet thanked her and asked, "Do I look more mature now?"

Shirley shifted her gaze slightly and looked at Winnet's current appearance in the half-length mirror on the other side. She didn't like anything to be detected from her expression. Although she was reluctant to praise her frankly, the fact was before her - this guy was so beautiful that he was not suitable for the job of a killer. Or, in other words, she was just a gimmick in the movies - a beauty killer.

How ridiculous.

Shirley doesn't want to classify herself as one of those people who can't distinguish between movies and reality, but outside of art, there are also accidents that look very much like art.

Right in front of her.

"Mature...I can't really say, but I don't seem childish at all," Shirley said.

Then, she worried that a foolish girl like Winnett who had never seen the world might be deceived by a man or someone with bad intentions, and reminded her, "Don't let a man take you to a hotel."

"Of course, I'm not interested in men," Winnet said bluntly.

This sounded a little weird to Shirley. What does it mean to be uninterested in men? Isn't that being faithful to God?

She thought about it and realized that Winnet had never mentioned that she was a nun. She was probably not a Catholic but a Protestant. In this case, marriage was not a prohibited thing. Although she would most likely require her partner to be a Christian, she did not have to abide by some complicated rules.

Shirley couldn't help but interpret this sentence in depth. During the heyday of same-sex movies, it was hard for her not to think of the issue of Wynette's sexual orientation. Perhaps, this sentence was also revealing another message - he was only interested in women.

When Shirley realized that she had such fantasies, her ears turned red.

"I'm talking about hooligans and villains. Even if you're attracted to a bad man, it's none of my business. Just don't anger your God."

"Don't worry, I won't!" Winnet answered affirmatively.

Although it sounded a bit aggressive, Winette, who had gradually gotten used to Shirley's way of speaking, understood that these were words of concern.

In the past, the only people who spoke to her were Sister Alyssa, Miss Fran from the choir, Nurse Modora from the hospital, and Mrs. Monk who came to worship regularly, and most of the words were just greetings.

It was the first time that Winnet was cared for by someone of similar age. It was a somewhat novel experience. Even in her previous life, she was always alone because of her introverted personality.

People who have no affinity with fashion naturally cannot come up with interesting topics for discussion. It is normal for a person who is not funny enough, has no unique abilities, and is not active enough to be alone. It is precisely because she wanted to change this that Miss Winnett worked extra hard in her life.

However, the end of the effort is somewhat ironic—it all turns to zero.

"Your assurance is unconvincing, just like the guy who yells 'I will definitely come back, please wait for me'."

"You mean, lovers who are about to be separated? Haha... We are not that close..."

"You really don't have a sense of humor."

Shirley shook her head.

Not only is he funny, he also has no sense of romance.

Dealing with such a stupid guy is like being caught up in the competitive spirit of a sports game, where passion always prevails over reason, and then it seems irrelevant.

It doesn’t matter, really?

Shirley picked out a few clothes that fit her fairly well, put them in the shopping list, and handed them to Winnet to pay for.

After the experience of the day, Miss Winnett filled out the check more and more quickly. When Shirley saw the beautiful handwriting on the check, she couldn't help but raise her eyebrows - she looked up to Winnett a little more.

As they walked out of the store, a short wind chime rang out and Shirley called a taxi. She knew that Winette had something else to do after this and she hated being entangled with her, so she decided to leave first.

Winette smiled and watched Shirley leave, raising her arm and waving.

"That's your friend," the driver happened to be a young woman, "Can you give me her contact information? I've never seen her before. She's so unique and beautiful."

Shirley pursed her lips, crossed her arms, and glanced at the driver who was dressed in a tomboyish style, and felt even more unhappy.

She leaned her head back against the chair and glanced at the other person sideways, "Are you going to attack my woman?"

The driver laughed. "Oh, cool girl. I didn't expect to pick up someone of the same liking as me! But, for a beautiful lady like her, you better watch out! Not everyone gives up easily like me, a hungry wolf that can penetrate any hole - many sisters are good at that. It's not difficult for them to attract little girls. With your appearance, how long will she have to wait for you? Three years, five years?"

Shirley shrugged. "I can give her both sex and love. To put it crudely, I can use any means in love and war, right? If you want to get her, you have to at least beat me. Maybe I should give my opponent a glass of sherry with whipped cream and castor oil. What do you think?"

"Hahahaha! You're indeed a kid from the seventies!"

Even though it was just a momentary boast, the feeling of being competitive was pretty good.

She was not worried about what the driver was talking about. Even the most horny woman would be afraid of a black bullet about to hit her forehead.

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040 Mafia Irish Whiskey

After leaving Shirley, Winnet's expression returned to coldness. She pressed the bag on her shoulder and felt the touch of the weapon inside.

After using her cell phone to determine the location of the meeting place, Winnett called another taxi. She ignored the driver's occasional glances and got off at a bar called Lilia.

She pushed open the door, and from inside came the sound of low conversations, the voices of men and women mingling together.

Winnet was not used to such occasions. She had never been to a place like this in her life. Although every cell in her body felt unfamiliar, she did not show any fear and sat directly in the corner of the bar - a place that was easy to be discovered but not very conspicuous.

Then she realized that her worries were unnecessary.

Dressed like a sherry, she was probably very conspicuous now. After ordering a glass of sherry wine from the bartender, which she had never tasted before, she stayed at the bar like a woman who had failed in love. Within half a minute, someone came up to her and chatted with her. Winnet politely refused every time, which was another signal of high standards in the eyes of others.

Not long after, the door opened again and several men in leather coats walked in. Winnet thought they were dressed like butchers or violent criminals, which was a bit out of place in this bar with a bit of Victorian style. But in the end, it seemed that they were just here to drink beer and cocktails.

"You have absolutely no chance!" a voice shouted.

Winnet glanced slightly to the side and saw a fierce-looking man walking towards her.

There aren't many people whose appearance alone can be linked to crimes, and Winnett feels that this man is one of them.

"Miss, your earrings are so beautiful." The man sat down at the table next to her and said.

The first thing that caught her attention was the earrings, which made Winnet slightly more alert. In Vermouth's description, although he didn't look fierce, he looked almost 30 years old, with blond hair and eagle-claw-like eyebrows, which was completely consistent. Combined with the time and place, it should be this person.

As for why they didn't send text messages to each other and directly arrange a meeting place, Winnet guessed that the other party must be in a state where it was difficult for him to act alone and was easily suspected.

In a sense, this is not much different from a secret agent meeting.

Winnet pretended to be a little surprised, but in fact she just raised her eyebrows slightly to express her displeasure. She pretended to stand up, but the other party motioned her to sit down, paid for all the drinks, and shook the beer glass, wanting to drink with her.

"Sir, please respect yourself."

Winnett would not destroy the personality she had established, and of course would not accept the other party's invitation. After that, the other party drank his glass of wine generously. At this juncture, Winnett noticed the other party's very secretive action. He replaced the beer glass coaster with the words on it - Ames.