Ms. Moriarty wants to save Beika Town today too.

That is, provided she is not under suspicion.

In the office area 2,000 meters away, she took off her mask, took off the knight's uniform that she was wearing backwards, tidied her appearance, and finally returned to the main road from the alley. Under the gray sky and the black umbrella, she slowly walked on the roadside. Before returning home, she glanced at Dr. Agasa's house, and her wish to see Xiao Ai was dashed. Unlike her temporary substitute, Xiao Ai can only exist as Conan before Kudo Shinichi returns to his original state, so that this matter can come to an end.

She was thankful that Conan was still a patient and didn't need a bath. As for Kudo Shinichi's recovery, she couldn't understand it. Even if he became an adult, his wounds shouldn't heal in an instant, but he looked lively and energetic, and he played the role of the Black Knight very well. She was in a daze, her steps were staggering, and she slowly realized that she was already standing at the door of her house.

Mingmei was at home as expected on rainy days.

Winette told her that she would not be coming back to stay tonight and went into the room. As for Mingmei's unnecessary worries, she used her signature smile to get away with it.

Does Miss Winnett also have a bit of an idol vibe?

She was a little frustrated because she could only dance the old-fashioned dance, such as the cancan. She started to put on makeup and prepared several sets of human face masks, including one of Rena Mizunashi's. By the time she finished, it was already seven o'clock in the evening. Mingmei came to call her for dinner once, saying that she had work to do.

Smart girls are considerate and non-clingy, and both sisters are like this. Mingmei guessed that the organization was taking action, so she prayed for Winnet. Under the influence of the pastor, Mingmei gradually felt that believing in religion was not a bad thing, but it was limited to the same level as visiting a shrine during the New Year.

Miss Winnett went out with a scone with peanut butter in her mouth. She wolfed down the scone, but her hunger was not relieved, but even worse. She went straight to the Beihu City Hotel. To avoid attracting attention, she changed into casual clothes, put on a fake headpiece, corrective glasses and a peaked cap. She lowered her head and spoke to the front desk in fluent Japanese to open a room, and reminded her that she liked quietness and should not be disturbed.

She booked the room for the third morning, and then checked the environment in the hotel room. She found a private bathroom that could be locked. Around eight o'clock, Winette was lying in ambush near the elevator and crouched down to see a waitress. She was pushing a dining cart and had probably just returned from delivering food.

Miss Winnett put on a gringo mask and pretended that she didn't know anything about Japanese. After extreme persuasion, the waiter finally understood that she wanted her to go to her room to check the situation. Although she didn't understand what the situation was, she knew it as long as she saw it - she figured it out. Of course, she was a fish, and she was hooked by Miss Winnett; as soon as she entered the room, she was covered with a mouth, and then threatened with a gun, tied up, coerced, gagged, and imprisoned.

The waitress was in tears when she realized that she was tied up in the bathroom. For a moment, she even thought that the other party was going to do something indecent.

I heard that Europe and the United States are awakening very quickly.

She panicked.

"Be good, I only booked a room for two days," said Winnett.

When she said this, the waitress couldn't help but struggle. But when she said that she would be free in two days and took out a stack of 10,000 yuan bills from her pocket, the waitress finally gave in; because of the money offensive, she thought that as long as it was not too much, it would be fine.

Winnett naturally had no such interest. The object of torture had to be ugly and struggling to be interesting. She had no intention of touching the harmless white mouse jumping and shaking in front of her. But the waitress didn't know. She only saw Winnett staring at every part of her body as if sketching, and then took out a package, from which she took out a bunch of inexplicable tools and something similar to a mask.

Many people have strange habits, especially in Japanese society, and the waitress felt a little panicked.

However, Miss Winnet was indeed here to sketch, to temporarily paint her face. She was very satisfied with the waitress, who had a gentle personality, a well-proportioned figure, and a pair of big black eyes that always showed a surprised look. Winnet used sweet words to deceive her kindness and innocence while painting, telling her that if she cooperated enough, she would not only get the money, but she would also feed her regularly in the next two days to prevent her from getting sick - she was allowed to go to the toilet - under her supervision. Finding that Winnet really had no intention of hurting herself or anything else, the young girl accepted her fate, and she could also get a salary equivalent to several months, so why not do it?

She nodded in agreement, but she was still worried about being silenced. But Winette repeatedly stressed that nothing would change, even the fact that she was missing for two days. If she told others about it later, they would just think she was talking nonsense. In front of the waitress, Winette changed.

Two identical women.

"Do you want me to take it off for you?" Miss Winnet stretched out her venomous claws.

Satisfied with her orange-red waitress suit, Miss Winnett was refreshed, leaving behind a girl shivering in the quilt. She asked her name and relationship, and then ruthlessly abandoned her here after getting her out of trouble. This time, she tied her loosely, but she was a professional, and she had put away all the props used to escape in advance. After all, not everyone has strong self-rescue abilities.

Could she have smashed the ceramic bathtub headfirst and used the shards to cut the rope?

impossible.

Having said that, this outfit that resembles a stewardess's is a bit too wide at the chest.

I'll find two pieces of bread to put on top later.

Kidding.

……

492 Taotie Possessed Winnet

Winette turned on her cell phone and confirmed the room number sent by Jacques.

She took advantage of the fact that no one was around and went to Jacques' floor, knocking on the door, using the room service excuse but in the same voice she had used in the previous conversation.

After a while, the door opened. Jacques and Gil were both there, and their reactions were completely different. The former showed a look of surprise, while the latter was astonished. Mizunashi Reina only understood a tiny bit of Winnet's ability to disguise herself, and for a moment, she couldn't tell whether this was Ablis's true appearance.

Based on her knowledge of the special makeup, she thought not.

Jacques invited Winette in, and the room number she sent belonged directly to Kiel.

At Winnet's suggestion, Jacques called the front desk and said he needed room service, and directly borrowed the hotel service staff played by Miss Winnet in the elevator. Beihu City Hotel is a high-end hotel. After Jacques and Gil came here, they directly upgraded her room to a high-end one and generously applied for a VIP card. She said that she would come to Japan to visit her in the future.

It’s best to really play.

Thinking about the last time she was asked to work overseas, Miss Winnett felt that what someone's mother said was true. Although it did not apply to everyone, some smart women could indeed deceive people, and in a way that the other party would gladly accept.

My Shirley is the best.

Miss Winnett pouted.

Jacques, who knew Winnet, had made preparations and ordered a lot of high-end food in advance. Since Winnet started cooking by herself, she rarely went to restaurants to taste food, so there were many dishes that she couldn't name, but they were all delicacies. The fruit basket alone contained many delicious fruits, piled into a small pyramid: pineapple, pomegranate, sweet orange, peach, cantaloupe and dates.

Jacques invited Winette to the table and took Mizuna Reina to sit down with him. She began to carve the roast pheasant, saying:

"I guessed you must be very hungry. But, will wearing a mask affect your eating?"

"Oh, not gray."

Winette's knife and fork were ready, but she immediately felt it was troublesome. She held the bread in one hand and the chicken leg in the other, and ate in a very primitive way, wishing she could suck all the juice off the bones.

She usually eats less to keep in shape. Although she is not fat, she has to take precautions. Xiao Ai has always said that she will definitely get fat after she turns 30, which makes her a little scared. Although Dongdu is still a long way from being cold, thinking of the rumors about Russian housewives, Miss Winnet finally compromised with science in this unscientific world.

As for now——

It's time to work.

Without a full stomach, carrying out tasks will be like the actors in a commercial for some chocolate desserts, unable to function.

At the table Jacques took over the waiting duties and kept everything in order, for which Wynette praised her highly.

A career as a spy can indeed bring out the potential of a person's various skills.

In just one day, Mizunashi Reina was familiar with the exaggerated atmosphere of the two people. Rather than being members of the black organization, they were more like candidates expected by TV entertainment programs. She also enjoyed the combination of sherry and turtle soup, and watched Jacques cut the chicken into elegant small pieces.

"My feelings," Jacques said while leisurely entertaining Winette, "My dear, it's hard to find a friend as close to me as mine. Although your loyal friend tried her best to repay your kindness, she is now in a little trouble. Of course, she knows that her head is still on her shoulders thanks to her dear friend, so she just needs to be careful."

Jacques walked up behind Winette and quietly climbed onto her shoulders.

"What are you talking about?" Winette said incoherently. "I don't have time to go on a multi-day trip overseas in a situation like the one that caused the thorns on Xion."

Not to mention that Vermouth's plan will start in the near future, just as for Ai, she can't run around without restraint. The effect of the drug has not worn off yet, Conan is still Kudo Shinichi, and her Shirley still has to act like a bratty kid.

What if the doom aura takes effect on her?

Be ready for rescue at any time, Winnet, attack!

"Oh! It's very simple." Jacques said, "Recently, more and more people have been pouring into the organization. Although they are completing the tasks assigned by that person, it is hard to say whether they are completing them or just pretending to do so. My current responsibility is to investigate them, and then - you must have guessed it, yes, Gin will be responsible for eradicating them. Japan with you in charge is better off. Some places have been infiltrated into beehives, and maybe not a single group is our own. Japan is a vassal of America and a pawn of Interpol in Asia. I believe there must be relevant intelligence here. If there is an opportunity to steal secrets, don't forget me."

Winnett thought about it silently for a moment. It was actually a matter of no consequence whether she did it or not, so she agreed to it. As soon as she opened her mouth, she realized something was wrong. This woman had set a trap for her because she saw that she was honest and would basically do what she said. But it didn't matter. At least this meal was really comfortable. The only drawback was that the food was not hot.

Anyway, the undercover agents will be cleared out sooner or later, Winette said appropriately:

"Don't hold your hopes too high. After all, to receive intelligence of this level, the order must have been given by that person himself, or else it must be Rum's arbitrary decision."

Jacques didn't care about it at all, and seemed to believe that Winette could help, so she realized that this woman was just casting a wide net.

Miss Winnet is just one of the fish.

She glanced at Kiel.

Kiel looked back somewhat guiltily.

"So you took the bait too." Winnet said disappointedly.

The aloof female announcer was easily dealt with! No, Miss Mizunashi Reina, if you are such a simple woman, how can you survive in this quagmire of an organization? Oh, it turns out that she only needs to be the host, and the dirty work is all done by this girl.

Turn grief and anger into appetite.

Miss Winnett is possessed by Taogui.

Eat with relish, enjoy with gusto, look delicious, look impatient, have an endless aftertaste, what else is there?

Poor Miss Winnett's Chinese language ability has degenerated to the level of a junior high school student!

Mizuno Reina naturally understood her metaphor and felt helpless. Not only towards Jacques, but also towards Ablis, she felt powerless, like a hand hitting cotton.

Not long ago, Mizunashi Reina could still remain calm, but when she saw Winette devouring the meal for five people like a whirlwind in just half an hour, she finally couldn't hold back her expression.

Even the big eater challenge is too exaggerated.

As Winnet sipped on the refreshing drink, she alluded to health issues.

"No big deal." Miss Winnett said complacently.

Mizuno Reina: ...I'm not praising you.

Winnett still remembers a man who was able to discharge electricity at the cost of being a glutton. Although they were in different dimensions, they were highly consistent in spirit and there was definitely no reason why they were always hungry when they were children.

"Hey hey hey."

Why does this juice make me dizzy?

……

493 Bathing Invitation

After she felt uncomfortable, she guessed that what she drank was a refreshing wine mixed with fruit juice. The alcohol content was low and far from enough to make people drunk. However, she still lay on the table. Alcohol was a gift from the devil and it would take some time to digest.

Jacques saw that she looked exhausted and could tell that she was drunk.

"Are you okay?" she said in English. "I just realized you have this weakness. Fortunately, it's not a normal shortcoming. At least, in my eyes, you are still perfect - an assassin."

"I don't like this title," the dizzy Winnet replied in a pure London accent, "I prefer Gin's position, a careful leader, an executor; but unfortunately, even if I wish, that person will not give me the position. In his eyes, I am like her pet. The kind with fangs."

She wanted to say fox, because Shirley always used this description. Although foxes are cunning and clever hunters, the girl's intention is to regard her as a cute snow fox that is kept in captivity. Appearance is only a trivial point in judging a person, and Miss Winnet really hopes that everyone in the world can understand this.

I completely forgot that I am a face lover.

"Haha, you are right. Pointing your teeth at your master is just a demonstration. I am joking. I know very well that you both like each other."

"Nice thighs indeed."

She still couldn't forget the lap dancer.

"Do you want to go to bed? I only have two beds here. Originally there was one, but I heard that the last guest requested an extra one."

One double bed and one single bed.

There are exactly three people.

“I vote for the popular female announcer!”

Winnet shamelessly declared that if someone showed her some peripheral products in the future, she could say that she had slept in the same bed with Reina Mizunoshi and sponsored the poor (not) Reiko Akiba. Of course, this was just on the surface. Winnet was actually not at all confident about Reina Mizunoshi. The main purpose of staying with her and sleeping with her was to keep an eye on her.

Why not act yourself to dispel the other party's vigilance?

Mizuno Reina couldn't help but laugh twice. The unpredictable Ablis was actually quite cute. She observed Jacques' attitude and estimated that Ablis was not very old, because her attitude towards her was directed at a child. She should be good at coaxing children. Although the assassin's words made her a little hesitant, she felt relieved after considering that she had only touched the tip of the iceberg of this dark organization.

Since there are new members like her, there are also veterans, some of whom are old and have children. Maybe Abbes is one of the children, she thought. A life without choices will make people want to get rid of it. This truth is best described by her brother who has been looking for her.

"Do you mind?" Winnet asked.

"No, I'm not a germaphobe. But when I organize things, I can't help but make them look like a square geometric shape. I'm going to take a shower later. Miss Abbes, are you coming too?"

"Are you inviting me to bathe with you? Are Japanese people so open? Maybe I will agree, because I am quite interested in girls' bodies."

Jacques also smiled and confirmed Winnet's statement.

Abby is interested in little girls.

"You better be careful when you say that, at night when you're asleep! I might hang you from the ceiling, head downwards."

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What a little girl! Jacques's sense of time must be terrible, she thought. Although Shirley was indeed a little girl at that time, she is now a big girl, and has developed in a strange direction. Miss Winnet thought to herself that it was not right. Wouldn't it be half-hearted to admit it by threatening like this? God knows, she was also an ignorant girl at that time!

Well, actually not ignorant.

However, she did not think about that at first. The frozen mind always had an impact, forming an illusion that nothing could shake her. But the result is often an uncontrolled power system carried by a strong airflow. Judging from the current situation, she does like little girls.

"Although I have no intention of bathing together, I don't mind if you strongly request it. I have a lot of experience bathing with my brothers and sisters when I was a child. But, in this case, Ibis, you have to take off your disguise. I am very curious about the face under your mask. It is said that the host is very good at controlling other people's psychology, but you are a mystery. If you are willing, I swear I won't tell anyone."

"Oh!" Winnett replied, "I'm not hiding it from anyone, it's just inconvenient. After all, the more people know my identity, the easier it is for me to be exposed to the eyes of those undercover agents. There is one thing I agree with Rum, all subordinates act alone and avoid personal relationships. Even if they find out, they will only have some vague information."

Her disguise was actually quite restrained. Rum was the ruthless one, and even most of his subordinates didn't know what he looked like, and his few close associates were even more silent and strange. I was fortunate to have informal exchanges with them a few times, but it was always like talking to a deaf person, which was very embarrassing.

Winnet reflected on herself and thought that it was probably because she was too frivolous and greasy when she pretended to be a man, so even men were unwilling to pay attention to her.

We are good friends with Vodka, and we have a great time talking to each other!

She did not hide her doubts about Gere, just like her attitude towards Bourbon. The new personnel stationed in Japan had little experience, but on the other hand, other forces would certainly notice such a large-scale move by the organization. Therefore, Japan was an intelligence battlefield, and James Bonds would probably continue to grow like carrots.

Even if Kiel and Bourbon weren't spies, there would be others.

For example, Shuichi Akai.