Ms. Moriarty wants to save Beika Town today too.

Zhu Fujingguang couldn't help but compare this killer with his colleagues. In fact, even the best public security police among their peers could not achieve the same level as the other.

A terrifying monster, he determined.

"If it really is them, this might be my chance to get closer to this organization..."

……

061 Gemstone "Saint Lucia"

When evacuating, Winnet changed back into her own clothes. She listened to the cheerful accordion music in the hall and thought of the band in her hometown. Everyone was very kind and adhered to courtesy and Christian charity.

She felt that the remaining characteristics in herself were disappearing bit by bit, and the killer in the shadows was replacing her. She no longer participated in the holy war to awaken goodness with cheerful hymns, but gradually elevated herself to a height above the evil people around her. Both her physical strength and intelligence were improving at a strange speed, as if this was her domain - the sky shining with evil stars.

Winnet felt an unconscious sense of superiority, which made her superior to many criminals. She did not need to judge whether her behavior was right or wrong, which would make her weak. Everything was contained in an ultimate certainty, that is, there is no simple black or white, both emotions and reason are chaotic, everyone only believes what he believes, just like the irrefutable words in "The Song of Roland" - pagans are wrong, and Christians are right.

She decided not to think anymore. Rational thinking, pure thinking, would make people miserable.

It was as if Shirley was not in front of her. Whenever she calmed down, her face inevitably revealed sadness, just like the mist flowing in Lake Innsbruck in Reinhardt's dream.

Now, it was time for her to meet Shirley.

Winnett rushed to the meeting point as soon as possible and got on Ireland's car.

"It looks like you succeeded." Ireland started the engine. "It's still early. Should we celebrate a little? Every mission is not far from death. A proper relaxation will help ease the mood."

Winnett felt that what she needed was not relief, but tranquility. "I'm sorry, Ireland. You should celebrate with other colleagues. I think someone is waiting for me now."

"Oh?"

Ireland was speechless. She actually had feelings for him. Now he could see it. He felt a little relieved that the girl in front of him was not an emotionless killing machine. But she was obviously inexperienced, so he decided to give her a little reminder. After all, they were working together: "You'd better prepare something. Women don't want you to meet them empty-handed."

"Oh, Mr. Ireland, has anyone ever called you annoying?"

Miss Winnet seemed to have been hit in the heart and became a little angry and embarrassed.

But she soon lost her temper and decided to ask for advice. He might know how to please women better than she did. She thought, God, why should she ask a man how to conquer him? No, the word "conquer" is not appropriate for Shirley. She finally realized that it would be difficult to make Shirley happy with her poor thoughts.

"It seems that you think so implicitly, otherwise you wouldn't react so strongly to what I said."

Ireland smiled. This was the first time he had the upper hand in a conversation.

This time it was her turn to be embarrassed. Winnet thought, what was he thinking? There was absolutely no such thing. It was a sin to hit a child. She was a good girl.

"It's not like that anyway!" She argued, but still asked from the heart, "Then tell me, what should I bring to see her?"

Hearing the word "she" made Ireland even more certain.

"You might want a nice bouquet of flowers for your appointment, but now is not the time," he said. "Tell me what she's interested in, Abby."

Before Winnett could reply, Ireland continued, "Let me guess—fashion magazines, jewelry journals, art press, right?"

"Indeed."

Winette thought about it and realized that when Shirley had free time, she liked to read all kinds of publications. In addition to what Ireland mentioned, there were also academic journals in the fields of medicine, materials, etc., as well as literary works by some authors who had been dead for at least fifty years.

"That's easy." Ireland vowed, "I dare say that French fashion, trendy jewelry, and Italian artworks are all gifts she can't refuse. Although they are a bit expensive, for us, this is not a problem at all."

Winnett felt that the problem was serious. If she wanted to withdraw a large sum of money or write a large check, her information would likely be verified by the credit bureau, which would lead to problems with her identity forgery.

Besides, things bought with money always lack some thought, right?

Miss Winnet, a village girl, said that although she would be happy to receive the money, she still preferred the rosary made by Sister Alyssa.

Alas, I am only half as dexterous as others - I can’t make anything beautiful.

"Well, I want more specific advice."

"Leave it to me," Ireland said. "Before I send you back, come with me to the supply point. There are a lot of stolen goods there that have not been dealt with yet, and there are a lot of things that young girls like."

Winnett felt that Shirley would notice this instantly, but she didn't have any good ideas, so she had to temporarily believe what strategist Ireland said and change route.

She obviously hadn't expected what this supply point would be like. When the car stopped, Winnet thought she had come to some high-end club. The waiter gave them both masks - like the kind they wore at some evil ball.

Ireland explained that this was an underground auction house. He obviously knew someone inside. After exchanging words with a small person in charge for a while, the two of them walked underground. In front of them was an oval door that looked like a bank vault. When Ireland opened it with her fingerprint, she felt strange again.

There is definitely something wrong with the technology in this world!

Miss Winnett followed him in, and inside were rows of storage cabinets, with all kinds of objects placed there like a museum, and identification information about the items was attached to the glass covers.

Winnet squinted her eyes and looked at the things placed in the cupboard. She could only see a vague model, so she simply stared at the glittering contents and began to search. Then she stopped in front of an object that emitted a faint red light.

"You have good taste, Abby!"

"you flatter me."

After all, Miss Winnet is just like the crows in the sky, and her attention is simply attracted by shiny things.

"No, that's not the case. This is a high-end gem called St. Lucia. It's said to be worth over 100 million. But it's impossible to sell this kind of thing quickly after you get it. It usually takes a few years for it to settle before it can be auctioned in a large underground pawnshop."

Gem!

Winnet seemed to be able to see Shirley's joy. Somehow, her cheeks also turned slightly red, as if she was happy about the imagined result.

"Then it's fine!"

Winnet, who knew that she had difficulty making decisions, was very decisive this time.

"Haha, no problem!"

Ireland laughed excitedly. Although the gem was very valuable, it was a well-known item and could not be sold in a short time. It was just a useless stone to him and the organization. If he gave it to Ibis, she might remember his kindness and help him out in the mission in the future.

……

062 Double "surprise"

The gem was placed in the window in the form of a ring. After receiving it, Miss Winnet did not think much about it because she knew nothing about the value and meaning of jewelry.

Seeing that today's trip ended safely, without any wounds on her body, and getting a gift that was most likely suitable for Shirley, Miss Winnet couldn't help but sigh at her own perfection. Sitting in the car, she began to imagine how Shirley would look when she received the gift. She might hang her head shyly, or she might jump over with joy.

Miss Winnet shuddered suddenly.

She found that the Shirley in her imagination no longer matched the real Shirley.

That's right, how could she be so frank?

I guess he would just say "Well, it's not so bad" with an awkward look on his face, or he would accept it without saying a word and then make delicious food for himself.

"Don't worry, Abby, she will definitely like it."

Ireland couldn't help but comfort her because he felt the back seat was shaking. He didn't feel that she was nervous at all during the mission, but she was so nervous about something like love. After all, she was still a little girl.

Winnet was still imagining excitedly, completely ignoring Ireland's advice. Holding the gem in the ring box in her hand, she was thinking about how to give it to Shirley.

"We're at Monterey Park." Ireland guessed she couldn't hear him, so he called out like a taxi driver, "Miss, we're here!"

"Oh oh. Thank you for your help today. Irish Whiskey, I'll treat you to dinner next time."

"Then I'll just look forward to it."

Ireland gave a relieved smile, rolled down the window and lit a cigarette.

He saw Winnett jump out of the car, ride into the night with a bit of trepidation, and then exhale a circle of smoke. Every aspect of her was so vivid that he didn't know how to describe this killer girl.

Winnet felt that time passed faster than usual, and in a panic, she arrived at the bottom of the attic.

She looked up at the sky, because the neighborhood was very quiet, as if she was surrounded by endless silence and infinite night sky. In the attic, she could still see the light of the gas lamp covered with an iron cover. Winnett walked upstairs slowly.

Shirley likes a quiet atmosphere, which is something she has noticed in her life.

Winette couldn't help but think about the source of this situation. Silence might represent safety. The absence of members of the organization represented a state in which one could concentrate.

She didn't slow down her footsteps, and Shirley, with her keen sense, guessed that she had noticed it.

Opening the attic door, she walked into the room and saw Shirley sitting in a chair facing the entrance.

Winette stared at Shirley—her brown hair, wet and plastered to her bare white neck, in her maroon pajamas and a pair of cute slippers.

When Shirley saw her, she just covered her hair with a towel and didn't even look up. This made Winnett a little disappointed, especially since there was no strong smell of food in the room and she felt hungry again.

"What? You look like you've been wronged." Shirley glanced at Winnet and began to speak Japanese.

They spoke English when they were together, and it had always been that way.

The sudden change today made Winnet a little uncomfortable.

Winnet felt like she was being angry like a child, but she just couldn't be happy, even if she pretended. "No, everything is going well. If every day is like today, I have nothing to worry about."

Shirley gently pushed her hair back: "A stubborn child, isn't being sincere to others a virtue you follow?"

"Yes." Winnet sighed and walked to the table quietly, "But God gets tired too. So do I. Sometimes I don't want to be bound."

"This is the speech of a pagan!"

She shook her head and said, "No one would announce like that. There is no pastor named Winnet in this world anymore. There is only the killer Abbys."

"No, Reverend Winnet is still here, right in front of me." Shirley raised her lips slightly, and in an instant, a flower appeared from her hand, waving it in front of Winnet. She knew Winnet's thoughts, and handed the rose to Winnet, pointing to the refrigerator. "There are leftovers from the afternoon in there, do you want some?" she asked.

Miss Winnet was stunned by Shirley's actions and blinked frequently.

"Well, I haven't eaten anything since noon."

"How about you be a little nicer to yourself?" Shirley said softly, poking Winnet's cheek with her index finger.

"Because I thought there might be something to eat when I got back," Miss Winnett answered bluntly. "Now I am more sure of that."

This time it was Shirley's turn to not know what to say.

During this period, Winnett also had some ideas. When she saw Shirley performing magic, she also thought of her adoptive father's technique of picking up girls - the old-fashioned magic show, and she also secretly learned a little bit from him. Although her mind was not very smart, her hands were still quite skillful.

He quietly put his left hand into his pocket, rummaged around a bit to get the ring out of the box, then used the muscles in his palm to hold the ring so that no one could visually detect its presence.

Miss Winnett, right before Shirley's eyes, made the rose disappear.

"I didn't expect you to know magic, it seems I'm just showing off my skills in front of an amateur." She said to Winnett. She felt a little disappointed, this was not a surprise, even if it was a tease, it didn't achieve the expected results.

Winette looked at Shirley with a smile, and decided not to say her little thoughts out loud, as that might ruin the pleasant atmosphere - but she still couldn't bear to see Shirley's lost look.

"Look at me!" She spoke in a long tone, like a magic show in a small theater, "It's done!"

The rose that was just received from Shirley was conjured up by Winnet again.

Shirley didn't notice anything different. She held the rose stem and asked, "Is there anything different?"

Miss Winnet snapped her fingers, feeling proud of herself and thinking she was very handsome at the moment, but in Shirley's opinion, she was just a silly girl who was complacent with herself.

Then, Shirley saw a silky glimmer in the center of the rose. She put her fingers over it and felt a hard object. She finally realized that it was a ruby. "Where did it come from?"

Miss Winnett was sure that Shirley would like it very much, so she straightened her chest and said generously: "This is a gift I prepared specially for you, what do you think?"

"If it's really like what you said, I should be very happy."

"what?"

Shirley compared the ring to her finger and said, "Look."

"Uh……"

The ring frame is slightly larger than Shirley's middle finger.

1. The

Miss Winnett thought the ring was thin enough, but she still ignored Shirley's age. Her fingers were thirteen years old and were thinner than she had imagined.

She couldn't help but start avoiding Shirley's eyes. "I just didn't measure your size in advance." She murmured.

But the words were a little unclear.

"Even so, this gemstone disappeared half a year ago. It's the famous St. Lucia ruby. Its picture was published in the magazine. It's exactly the same in size and shape."

"Or is it a replica?"

There was a sharp flash in Shirley's eyes, and Winnet pursed her lips and turned her head away.

dew……

Revealed!

……

063 Then I will cry!