Ms. Moriarty wants to save Beika Town today too.

Miss Winnett's butt was so tense that it almost meant her surprise plan had failed.

As expected, unlike an actual battle, regardless of personal strength, the consequences of poor intelligence and insufficient preparation were quickly revealed.

She smiled stiffly. Perhaps she could admit her failure this time and make another promise to Shirley. As for gift-giving, she had only made decorative wreaths and handmade snacks. She had no experience in preparing a special gift for someone.

From a utilitarian point of view, Winette didn't like that and thought about making something by hand next time.

"I'm sorry, Shirley. I lied."

The pretended anger on Shirley's face disappeared, and she said helplessly, "I don't hate white lies. Anyway, the purpose of you bringing it here is to give it to me as a gift, right?"

She held Winnet's shoulders and pulled her to her side. Winnet was a little confused, still tense like a stretched wire, and looked like she was about to cry.

Under Winnet's dumbfounded gaze, Shirley put her head on her chest, lifted her hair, kissed her forehead, and stroked her hair.

"I like your gift very much," said Shirley.

"This is real?"

Miss Winnett thought that maybe she was crazy and the scene before her was her unrealistic delusion.

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In her impression, Shirley was not a girl who could be easily perfunctory. Her attitude was as sharp as the spear of the Byzantine heavy cavalry, and every word she said was like the admonitions of St. Paul, which were loud and clear.

"What did I lie to you about?"

Shirley slightly widened the distance between her cheeks, lifted the gem, and admired the gorgeous silky halo.

Gems are one of the most attractive things to women. Like animals, they all like shiny things. Shirley would not refuse gems that can add to her charm, but there is something more real than gems, which is the love from Winnet. At first, she just said it casually as a joke, but she didn't expect that the other party would take it so seriously and find such an expensive gem.

"That's right," Winnett hadn't recovered from what had just happened.

She remembered that Americans usually kissed each other on the cheek when they met, but why did she kiss the forehead instead?

Could it be that I was treated as a child?

Miss Winnett felt very aggrieved. She was obviously older and taller, and had a higher temporary status, so why didn't she have any dignity at all?

She stared at Shirley in a daze, standing there next to the dining table and the empty window.

Shirley played with it for a while, then lifted Winnett's hand. "It's more suitable for you now, so I'll leave it here with you."

She told Winnett that this dazzling gem could not be worn immediately. It was conspicuous and troublesome to wear on her body. Even if she wanted to take it out and wear it on her hand occasionally, it would still be a little inconsistent. These would not be a problem when she grew up a little.

Shirley knew without any guessing that this seemingly smart girl in front of her was unexpectedly slow and stupid in some aspects.

For example, she did not know the origin of the gem in advance. Not only that, she also had no idea about the meaning given to the gem by humans. Otherwise, it would not have been delivered to her hands so smoothly.

The symbol of St. Lucia ruby ​​is unswerving, eternal and passionate love. Especially when it is embedded in the form of a ring, it satisfies people's yearning for love. Giving it as a gift to someone will definitely be misinterpreted even if there is no similar idea, just like it is now.

Shirley didn't think that Winnet had any love for her.

The dream of an innocent girl is not suitable for someone like her. Even the movies nowadays are not so romantic. Same-sex love often ends up with no end.

She adjusted her mood briefly, and then put the ring on Winnet's right ring finger. Although she didn't have the ability to accompany her, she still felt very unwilling to be robbed by someone so casually, so she made some adjustments to the small details.

Shirley closed her eyes and felt the subtle silence sinking deep into her heart. It was an incomplete experience and temporary satisfaction. Sometimes, she would dream of living an ordinary life with her sister. If Winnet was also in that dream, this matter would be a different matter.

Winnet, who had the ring on her finger, was thinking something completely different.

A polite refusal.

As every British person likes to do, Winnett naturally thought that she should find something more in line with Shirley's preferences and give it to her. Since Shirley put the ring on her, it would be better not to take it off easily.

As she looked at her fingers, Shirley yawned, walked over to the refrigerator, and took the dish out.

There were lots of ham slices, a few rolls, potato salad and baked beans.

"It's easy to heat it in a pot," Shirley said. "You can do it yourself, right?"

“Well, I often cooked when I was in church.” Winnet said confidently. Although there were only a few kinds of food, it didn’t stop her from bragging a little.

"Then it'll be your turn next time. Just like sharing a house, you'll always have to pay for something." Shirley sat down again, slouching on the table a little listlessly.

Winette felt a little disappointed. She still liked Shirley's cooking more. It was always different. Even if it was made according to the ingredient list, it seemed to be a little different after Shirley's hands.

It could also be that she was so used to eating her own food that it no longer interested her.

Winette volunteered: "I can take care of all the cleaning!"

"also."

Winnet shook off her disappointment and said, "Great!"

Seeing Winnet jumping for joy like a child who got candy, Shirley couldn't help but smile, "Not only cleaning, but also daily shopping, you are responsible for all of these. Of course, it's a different matter when there are tasks."

Miss Winnett felt a little disadvantaged, but at least it was still within an acceptable range. She actually didn't have much pursuit of food and drink, but improving the quality of life did not affect the continuation of self-discipline.

Shirley went on to say, "I'll get bored if I stay here all the time."

"Maybe, but what I'm going to do is very dangerous," Winette understood what Shirley meant. "If we just go out for a walk, as long as you behave yourself, I'll agree."

"Do I need your consent? If I try to escape, all you'll see is a cold room. Before threatening others, think about your own situation first. What will the organization do to you if you let an important researcher escape?"

Shirley lifted Winnet's chin and gave a seemingly evil smile.

"Then I..."

Winnett thought of something and smiled even more brightly. "Then I will cry!"

As the saying goes, the biggest power gap between people is the thickness of their skin.

Miss Winnett said that as long as she was thick-skinned enough, Shirley would have no way to do anything to her.

……

064 Shirley drinks “fake wine”

"Huh, you are such a child who has never grown up."

Shirley sighed and said that Winette had done many childish things like this.

She felt that there was nothing wrong with this. When she grew older, Winnet would become more mature, and then there would be fewer gaps between them.

When she thought about it, she felt that she was really stupid.

How could that happen? How much time do they have left to spend together like this? No one should know better than her. She felt numb and could no longer look at him directly like she did just now. Peaceful moments are always short, that is for sure. When the organization issues the next order, she may never have the chance to see Winnet again in her life.

Just like, she had not seen her sister in person for nearly ten years.

"You also have a childish side," Winette shook her hair and walked to the induction cooker. "If you don't feel close to someone, how can you tell this side of you to the other person? Just admit it, you like me a little bit."

"Shut up, you narcissist."

"Narcissist? I, I don't have that."

Miss Winnet felt aggrieved again and put the food into the induction cooker to heat it up. The dull sound made her feel depressed.

"I can't say I hate you," Shirley said, "because you're different from the others in the organization. You're childish and not very smart. Although you're not a good guy, at least you won't do something that would make people hate you for no reason. I also know that if it were someone else, he would have put a gun to my head a long time ago."

"Not having a clear mind is slander!"

Miss Winnett was excited.

In other words, isn't this just stupid?

She is not stupid at all, and it is very mean of her to take other people's tolerance as stupidity.

Shirley, you don’t understand human nature!

snort!

Let Miss Winnet come, she can plan a criminal action in minutes. Even if Shirley wants to watch fireworks on the Tokyo Tower, she can guarantee the show effect. Although her craftsmanship is a little worse, it is just a technical thing, which is not difficult for her!

"If you were really smart, you should keep your distance from me instead of doing this now."

"This has nothing to do with being smart. As long as I am willing to do it, the result must meet my expectations. No matter if it is an organization or something else, I don't think it can stop me. Just like God cannot stop the Son of Dawn, didn't you say that? Or did you forget? I hate to make things complicated. Anyway, I am happy to be with you, and this reason is enough."

"Innocent."

"Because I like sweet taste the most."

"That's not funny. Isn't your Japanese bad?"

"But since you're using it to talk to me, it's normal for me to practice secretly, right?"

"Flirty, it's so tiring to argue with you."

Shirley said this but still smiled. She stood up unsteadily, humming a nasal song that seemed to be despising Winnet, while taking out juice from the refrigerator and putting it on the table.

This was something Winnet had never seen before. If you were to rate the most changeable things you've seen, Shirley would undoubtedly take first place - there was always a side of her that she didn't understand. Winnet took out the steaming plate and sat down on the opposite side of Shirley. She saw that Shirley was like an old man who went to the bar after get off work to have a beer, and she generously opened the lid of the juice.

"Fool, idiot, Winnet, you are so stupid!"

Shirley cursed hysterically and slumped on the table, a little listless, as if what she drank was not juice but brandy.

Miss Winnet, who was scolded, put the sausage into her mouth in a daze.

"Is that juice you're drinking?"

"None of your business, idiot. I won't listen to a scumbag like you."

Although Shirley didn't drink alcohol, she was a little intoxicated. She felt that she was like a bird struggling in a cage because she thought too much, and the result was simply hurting herself and becoming miserable. But Winnet's words broke through her self-pity and directly pierced through the curtain used to cover up the embarrassment, which made her feel very unwilling.

The Winnet in front of him was clearly not her usual self.

No wonder that woman Vermouth smiled so sinisterly. She hated herself so much that she did this because she thought that she would be fooled by Winnet.

"Despicable? How am I despicable?"

It was Winette's turn to be confused.

"Of course it's despicable. You were still acting like a cold-blooded killer when you saved me, but once the mission was over, you pretended to be harmless and approached me openly. You said you didn't care about the organization. Doesn't that mean you don't see me as 'researcher' Shirley? What is this? You were planning to lie to me from the beginning, right?"

"No, I didn't lie to you."

"You want me to believe it, but how can I believe it? Is the person in front of me Abby, a killer in the organization, or Winnett, who is as harmless as a small animal? Can you tell me?"

Those were all her, Winnet thought, it was impossible to separate them, but it was indeed difficult to get Shirley to accept a murderous villain.

She was born abnormal, but she was not so dull that she could not notice it. Doing evil was not the purpose, but the means. She had no hobby of attacking ordinary people. Only the ugly, sinful, in need of redemption, terrifying, and oppressive people were the ones who needed redemption the most. She wanted to step on them and ravage them, so that they could see the abyss they deserved to be in.

She genuinely enjoyed the process.

Then, let them catch a glimpse of themselves at the top of the abyss.

"I can't give you the answer you want."

After hearing Winnet's answer, Shirley tilted her head back and gulped down the juice.

Although it was not alcohol, she felt as if it had some effect. Chaos and unbearable situations like the present always require an excuse, and what the world likes most is drunkenness.

"Shirley, could this really be a bar?"

Shirley didn't answer.

Thinking this was true, Winette attempted to snatch the jar, but it seemed that there was not a drop left in it.

"Cough cough."

"You're not old enough to drink that stuff. It's very dangerous."

"Stop talking nonsense. Aren't you the same? You are just a little older than me, so stop pretending to be a steady person."

Shirley pressed her fingernails to indicate how big it was and glared at Winnett with an angry look.

Winnet finally realized that she just needed to vent, as if she had accumulated too much pressure after being thrown into a new environment.

“But he’s three years old.”

"Don't talk nonsense, two years at most."

Shirley is a nagging fool, and her mental age is even lower than hers. She is a complete emotional idiot.

"That's bigger than you."

"Willful looks exactly like the little devil."

"You yourself, too?"

"Why, do you still want to argue? You stupid fox!"

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