Ms. Moriarty wants to save Beika Town today too.

Winette:?

Isn't that my home?

……

402 Broken, I became Curacao

Winnet was still quite confused when she heard from Toru Amuro about her address. She thought about the cause and effect, maybe Winnet Moriarty's identity caused him some misunderstanding, and this misunderstanding was to the point where he took a risk. After driving for about five minutes, he stopped the car at Ni-machime, Beika-cho. No. 17 was on this road. It was a relatively warm time of the day, and many residents could be seen walking their dogs or taking a walk on the road. Toru Amuro adjusted his sunglasses and lowered the window on his side a little bit.

Winette noticed that there were still some leftover sandwiches, a few newspapers, and two or three books in the car, one of which was open and was a book on psychology. There was also a notebook on top.

It seems that Bourbon often does some tracking in the car like this, and works as a part-time detective, which may make this behavior more logical. Among the members of the organization, he is an intelligence officer with a personality similar to Vermouth, a typical mystic. In other words, the organization does not restrict its members much, otherwise he would not last more than two years in Gin's hands.

Winnett leaned her head toward the glass, pretending to be completely clueless, and asked, "Do you suspect the FBI is hiding in this family's house?"

Toru Amuro quickly shook his head.

He didn't mean to drive the tiger to devour the wolf.

Under his "friendly persuasion", Vermouth revealed to him an extremely crucial piece of information, that Abris and Shirley had a good relationship.

If they met alone, she would definitely protect her.

These are Vermouth's original words. After hearing them, Amuro Toru did not think Vermouth would lie to him. Not to mention the relationship between Vermouth and Abis, just the agreement he reached with Vermouth - to inform Shirley first after finding her. From this point of view, Vermouth and Gin are not a monolithic group, it is like a complex factional relationship; he is now approaching Abis, in fact, he is also stating his position.

A relatively free faction that has close ties with Gin and others.

This is the best option at the moment.

However, Winette didn't know what Toru Amuro was thinking. She thought that Bourbon was going to tell her about Akemi. If things really developed in this direction, it would be difficult for her to maintain her current personality. She pondered Bourbon's attitude and thought that he was most likely on the side of the Miyano sisters. It would be more reasonable if he was the "child who is often injured" as Akemi said. Even if he was not, his coming to the branch was also a statement: semi-coerced cooperation.

"No," said Toru Amuro, "but I suspect the owner of this house is related to Rum."

Rum?

Winnet was a little dumbfounded. She had no idea what Bourbon was going to say.

"He has always been a recluse, like a lurking hyena. From what I know about him, he would not choose such a rich man's house."

Winette had occasionally dealt with Rum over the years. He rarely showed up in front of other members, and usually contacted them online. Even his trusted associates might not know his information. She didn't know what was wrong with Rum, perhaps he had suffered losses before. In short, unless it was a major matter, he would never show up, and would never show his true face to anyone.

Winnet put her hands behind her neck, leaned against the backrest of the car, and said in disbelief:

"Although he and I don't get along very well, you should still think carefully about this kind of groundless news."

"Oh, what do you know about rum?"

When Toru Amuro heard her say that, he became interested. There was very little information about the second-in-command of the organization.

Winnet ignored him, took the notebook from the books, and took out a ballpoint pen from her pocket.

There was only a blank page with the following words written on it:

Male, old man, one-eyed, someone close to the boss.

Bourbon narrowed his eyes.

This is much more accurate than the rumors circulating within the organization.

It seems that the fact that Abis could directly contact the boss was not groundless. He had been lurking for so long, but still could not get accurate information about Rum. He even received very few orders from Rum. Moreover, the other party always concealed the real purpose, like a taro covered with thorns, which made him unable to bite. He was right. Abis was also secretly spying on Rum's true identity.

Winnett exerted a little force and the notebook closed tightly. What she revealed was insignificant, but it was well-aimed. Her spying on rum also showed that Bourbon was indeed an ambitious guy.

I'm not afraid of having ambition, I'm just afraid of being as loyal and stubborn as Gin.

"He is the old man next to the boss."

Winette pointed out the key point: "Because they are trusted, they have their own team, but they may not be very capable."

Although she didn't know the specific details of Rum's experience, she heard from others that he once lost an eye because of a mistake. Now he is old and rarely shows up in public. The last time he showed up was when Shuichi Akai's accomplice exposed his hand. Even in this matter, he did not communicate with Gin in detail beforehand, but informed him unilaterally. Facing this person who was suppressing him, Gin didn't look happy.

However, given their loyalty, it is unlikely that these two people would engage in infighting.

Rum was suspicious by nature, and even with her background, she was not fully trusted. In fact, the person who least trusted her in the organization was Rum. But it could also be said that he was wary of everyone except the subordinates he had personally trained.

"It seems that I was thinking in the wrong direction."

Amuro Toru found some information about Rum's confidant. A member codenamed Curacao had infiltrated the police to steal information. It was said that he had silver hair, was a foreign woman, and had special eyes. These scattered information were very consistent with Winette Moriarty, whom he had investigated before. Although he did not think that Miyano Akemi was coerced and imprisoned, it was not completely impossible. Gin's request to collect information about Shirley was not only given by Rum, but also instructed him. It was not impossible that Miyano Akemi's death was concealed as a bait.

He tells Winnet about Rum's confidant.

Am I Rum's confidant? She was stunned, not because of Bourbon's misunderstanding, but because of Curacao's existence. It turned out that there was someone in the organization who looked very similar to her. Winnett pretended not to care:

"Oh, I know."

Seeing her indifferent reaction, Toru Amuro thought that she had already known about Rum's confidant and did not think much about it.

They didn't wait long in the car before they saw Mingmei leaving. Toru Amuro used his small camera to take a photo of her face from the side. This stalker-like behavior made Winnet feel that she was not on guard enough.

To be honest, if someone were to investigate her, some things would simply not be able to be concealed.

Therefore, trust is extremely important, which is one of the reasons why she has always worked hard for the organization. Only when one's loyalty is not suspected will one not be monitored. Those who joined the organization later and are suspected of being undercover agents obviously do not have such good treatment as her.

"Take a closer look, is this woman Miyano Akemi?"

"Her death has been confirmed." Winnet said calmly. "No matter what, this is the only result, and you have to accept it." Then, Winnet handed him a ticket; this ticket was a ticket for the Beidou train, but it was sold by a scalper to a rich man and then passed on to her. Winnet handed the ticket to Bourbon, "Maybe you should take a good rest. You can't tell the difference between a real person and a ghost."

Amuro Toru accepted it without any psychological pressure. He knew that there were some things that could not be said, and the fact that Ablis emphasized it so deliberately meant that she already knew it. He played a soothing hymn in the car to please her, and started the engine and started the car; he was sure that this matter had nothing to do with Rum, and Ablis had some connection with Winette Moriarty - at least Winette had an inseparable connection with the Miyano family - which made her lend a hand and provide shelter.

He didn't want to expose this matter, and he also wanted to know something from Abby: the matter of Miyano Elena. He had to do this step by step, and couldn't ask directly, otherwise it would be easy to expose his whereabouts.

Amuro Toru smiled:

"Is there any surprise on this train? Why did you invite me?"

"Literally, I'm not going," Winette said.

"I see," Amuro Toru said without disappointment, "The FBI's rats are hiding very well, and I just happened to be having a headache over the bait, so I took this as a vacation."

He didn't believe that Abbes had given him the ticket just to kill time, but he had to pretend that people like them liked to talk in obscure ways, and there must be something waiting for him on the train.

Otherwise, such a precious royal box ticket would be equivalent to his three months' salary.

What a rich guy!

Amuro Toru didn't have any idea. After all, Abis worked part-time as a killer and had seen a lot of big scenes. Maybe she was originally a noble from a small country. Otherwise, how could she play the role of a princess so vividly? During his years in the Japanese Public Security Bureau, he had seen many files with strong storylines. Revenge was a basic operation. Joining a vicious organization out of desperation seemed quite reasonable.

Hearing this, Winnet pulled out a short blade from her bosom and played with it in her hand.

"By the way, it's not your style to make such slow progress in the investigation."

She was referring to the list of spies he had mentioned earlier, which had not yet been finalized.

Speaking of this, Toru Amuro also sighed:

"So what if the investigation is over? The FBI's parallel agents have tentacles that can't reach here."

"When faced with bait, smart fish choose to wait and see, while stupid fish turn a blind eye... The current FBI is the stupid fish that senses distress. We will have a chance to confront them only when they gain a foothold in Japan."

He actually hadn't said half a sentence yet, because the noise made by Ablis was too big, which made the FBI hide more tightly and act more carefully; after investigating the small group of foreigners, he didn't find any useful information. This also meant that the other party was completely scattered, communicating in secret, and planned to gradually gain a foothold in Japan.

Winette understood what he meant, which was that the FBI had no access to the organization's information now, and it was useless to throw bait to the blind and deaf, so all they could do was wait patiently.

She put the dagger away and asked Bourbon:

"Has Rum contacted you recently?"

He shook his head and nodded, picked up the notebook that Winnet had just used, and wrote the word "Sherry" on it.

Bourbon drove around to the vicinity of their meeting place, dropped Winnet off and quickly drove away. It was almost dusk, and as soon as she accepted the invitation, she said she would not go back home for dinner, so she found a ramen restaurant. The decoration of the restaurant was shabby, but the ramen tasted unexpectedly good, with the right amount of bamboo shoots and saltiness. Under the astonished gaze of the waitress, Winnet stacked several bowls in a row.

If she was the poor girl she used to be, she would definitely participate in the eating contest to eat and drink for free.

Bourbon's meeting was somewhat beyond her expectations; the ticket she gave him was certainly not just for him to enjoy his vacation, because Winnet Moriarty would also be on the train, and by then, he would inevitably think about the relationship between Winnet and Abby, and analyze whether what happened to Akemi Miyano was instigated by her.

With this relationship in mind, a meticulous person like Bourbon would stop investigating Winnett.

In a way, this was a warning from her to him.

Compared to letting Bourbon continue the suspicious investigation, she prefers to take action herself. How could the blind Moriarty be Abby? This is the same as the medicine developed by Ai, but there is no case. Humans are creatures who believe in common sense, and she is no exception.

It was already night when Winnet returned home. Mingmei was leaning on the sofa reciting a lesson. She turned her head and smiled at Winnet who came in, as if she was waiting for her deliberately.

"Ah, it tastes like ramen." Mingmei said, "It seems that I haven't been concentrating on cooking recently. Miss Winette is tired of my cooking!"

Faced with her teasing, Winnet shook her head to deny it.

Based on her understanding of Mingmei, this was just a little joke and not a real complaint; Mingmei did not mention things related to the organization, so she used this method to open the topic.

"I like it very much," she pouts, "but my sister Mingmei is always busy."

"Sure enough, lovers will influence each other." Mingmei said irrelevantly, nodding and examining Winnett.

Although Shiho rarely tells jokes in front of her, it's different with Winnet; when facing different types of people, especially a "simple" child like Winnet, one can't help but tell jokes and play pranks on them.

In this regard, Akemi feels that she and Shiho can be considered sisters, but their other personalities are much different.

Winnet was frightened by the stare.

She didn't know what Mingmei meant.

"Well, Miss Winnet has learned bad things from Xiao Ai!"

Winnet felt insulted when she heard this. It was just some witty remarks. So simple! She used to think she was pretty good at talking, but since she realized how she looked, she always felt like she was being treated as an innocent woman.

Her little Ai is not as bad as her.

Miss Winnet said that she was the real bad guy.

“This is the real me,” she replied.

"Hahaha……"

Mingmei covered her lips but still laughed. Then she stood up and made a cup of coffee. Winette also poured a glass of juice. Mingmei's eyes kept turning to look at her again and again. Was there something strange about her? Winette tilted her head to the side with a puzzled look on her face. Mingmei finally revealed her purpose and made a playful expression that was almost flattering.

"The teacher took a few days off for personal reasons." Mingmei said meaningfully.

Winnet looked at her half-understandingly. "Hmm... do you want to meet Ai? Come to think of it, recently..." The two sisters rarely communicated.

"She is just too sensible," Mingmei said, "She doesn't act like a spoiled child to me, nor does she ask me for anything. But I am the elder sister. Should I say she is independent, or is she very similar to you, Miss Winnet? It's as if you two have built a thin wall, and you can only talk to each other if you think about invading. She knew I was preparing for the exam, but she didn't even call me!"

Winette was speechless. Even before, she couldn't have called. Considering the unreliability of communication equipment, Xiao Ai never contacted Mingmei by phone. Even if she called her, it was in line with her status and would not leave any handle.

"I know," Winette sighed, and she took out the ticket, "This is the ticket for the Beidou train. I plan to take Xiao Ai with me. In this case, we can go together."

"Forget it then."

Mingmei was thinking about the beauty of adulthood.

"Just kidding," Winnett pressed the ticket into her hand, "I was planning to invite you, but I didn't know if you were free."

The two smiled at each other, sat down on opposite sides in tacit understanding, and read their own books. Influenced by Mingmei, Winette also read frequently, wearing the glasses given to her by Vermouth to cover it up.

The next day, she took the new desserts from the dessert shop to the doctor's house, and was then scolded by Xiao Ai for the high calories. The restricted diet of Dr. Agasa obviously had no affinity with it. He was like a student who was given a sweet date by the teacher, and only ate the strawberry on the top of the cake. Xiao Ai cut a small piece that seemed to be on the corner of the table, which made Winnett laugh: He is obviously an elementary school student, why is he so concerned about energy intake?

As long as it's not as exaggerated as Mrs. Yuan, Miss Winnet thinks it's healthy.

"What?" Xiao Ai glanced at Winnett, "Why are you smiling so foolishly? You came here suddenly, is there something wrong?"

Miss Winnet performed a little magic trick. The last magic lovers' exchange meeting gave her some inspiration. She clenched her fist in the air with one hand, then opened it and stretched out the bill.

"Dang Dang!"

Xiao Ai took the ticket and said, "You're treating me like a child again." She looked at the contents of the ticket and squinted her eyes with a bit of happiness. The Beidou train is quite famous. Xiao Ai looked through the magazines and saw a lot of introductions on the pages. It seemed that even the scenery along the way was beautiful and the praises were exaggerated. "Are you going to take me to experience the life of the rich?" Xiao Ai blinked.

Although it is definitely not as exaggerated as the magazine said, as a high-end consumption place, the service is still quite comprehensive.

"But, leaving the doctor at home..."

"I'm fine, Ai."

Dr. Agasa immediately showed an expression of "understanding". Winnet felt that he was being controlled too much by Ai and wanted to relax for two days.

"Oh, it's true."

"Even if I go out, you must remember to control your diet, otherwise when you are 60 years old, your body will be exposed to various problems, and you will have no children and grandchildren to take care of you."

The intimidating power of the old bachelor made Dr. Agasa's back tighten.

Seeing how he was completely subdued by Little Ai, Winnet couldn't help but imagine what she would look like in the future. By the way, would she really be fat when she turned 30?

That kind of thing!

Yadda!

Miss Winnett felt a chill on her back and she almost stopped breathing. Not giving her sweets would be like asking for her life!