Ms. Moriarty wants to save Beika Town today too.

Shirley still stared at Winnet's face, "Has anyone ever told you that you are not good at lying?"

She put aside these words, then spun around and ran to the kitchen to watch the boiling water.

Winnet listened to the sound of boiling water and felt as if it was her own heart. She lowered her head and felt that her facial features were a little awkward. Her shoulders seemed to have not recovered from the scene just now and were trembling slightly.

Seeing no sign of sneezing again, Winette hid in the bathroom. She originally wanted to take off her pants and squat on the toilet for a while, but she felt a little dizzy, so she turned on the faucet and prepared to take a shower to calm down.

Of course, if you are injured, you can’t just go in and get wet.

Winnett stuffed the towel into the basin, placed it under the faucet, soaked the towel, took off her coat and began to wipe her body. Although her left hand was still inconvenient to use, the pain had been reduced a lot, and she could do things like wiping her back.

She stood by the sink, took off her ring and hairband, put a basin full of hot water on her head, and cleaned her hair with shampoo.

Water droplets flowed around her eye sockets, making her vision even more blurred. The reflection she saw in the blurry mirror distorted her facial features and appearance.

She had no choice but to come to a terrible conclusion. Was she sad and wanted to sob and cry?

"You're such a fool," she said to herself. "That's the only thing Shirley is right about."

After tidying herself up a little roughly, Winette put on her clothes and came out. Her hair was still wet. Shirley frowned when she saw it.

It would be foolish to do this when you are close to having a cold.

She brought the ginger soup to Winnet and received a somewhat cold smile, as if she was also shivering slightly due to the cold and making a forced smile. Looking at Winnet in front of her, she thought of a fairy tale like the Little Match Girl.

She has a very fairy-tale appearance, and this description is not an exaggeration at all when applied to Winnet.

Shirley sat down next to Winnett, "Here, drink it."

"If you treat yourself that way," Shirley said, "you'll treat other people that way, too. Only scoundrels and hooligans, as far as I know, let their standards slide."

"Which one do I look like?"

"Like a stupid woman who gave up on herself after becoming hysterical and hid in the bathroom and cut herself with a knife." She said unhappily, "Is that the answer you want to hear?"

"Maybe like, I'm a little confused." said Winnett.

She had never felt this way before they met and got to know each other.

Suddenly, she felt that joining the organization was a choice that made her feel both happy and depressed. The gap in her chest was filled in an unexpected and elusive way, as if only her subconscious mind could understand that her life was not yet complete and she was still pursuing something.

Could it be that one of the targets of pursuit is Shirley?

What is the meaning of the word "jiuyi"?

Or someone like Shirley?

Who is the time traveler? Winette felt depressed on this slightly damp and cloudy day. Shirley was a child who didn’t look like a child. She was a type she had never seen before. She showed a strong presence in front of her in a way that dissected common sense.

If this were a comic, she would definitely be the protagonist.

Winette drank the ginger soup and felt the warmth flowing into her body. Being watched by Shirley, she even felt a little stuffy.

Facing Shirley, who was looking at her out of the corner of her eye while she was dragging half of her face, she felt very uncomfortable and was keenly aware that she was an independent individual who was being cared for in a special way.

"Cough cough!"

"So many times that I'm too lazy to tell you. It feels like I'm your guardian."

Shirley looked a little depressed, so she thought it was appropriate to put a cigarette at the corner of her mouth. Of course, it was just on the surface - she didn't like the smell of cigarettes.

She smiled awkwardly. During the short time she lived in this small attic, she had indeed received a lot of care from Shirley, so she had no reason to refute. If she were alone, her quality of life would probably only be maintained at the bottom line.

Shirley lazily lay on the table and muttered:

"It seems like today is not a good time to go out."

"No, I'm fine now."

When Winnett put down the bowl of ginger soup, the table seemed to shake a little. She felt that it was her heart trembling. She wanted to invest the enthusiasm that she lacked in nature into Shirley.

No matter what kind of emotion it is, thinking too complicated will lead to fallacies.

Just like a carefully prepared criminal plan, if you worry too much during the process, mistakes will occur.

"I know you're not the kind of girl who's as light as cotton wool, but your condition can't be described as good at all."

Shirley walked over to the hotplate to cook dinner, tearing up some vegetables for a salad, mixing it with some milk, and making some boiled eggs and bread, preparing a light meal.

Winnett sat at the dining table. After a while, she found the cocoa powder and made a cup of cocoa for Shirley. In her opinion, drinking coffee all the time is not good for the body, especially for a growing body.

During the meal, Shirley asked her what she was doing recently and whether she had done anything dangerous. She said that there was no absolutely safe work in the organization, and she could only answer vaguely. What surprised her was that Shirley did not expose her this time, nor did she give up. Instead, she curiously asked about some details, perhaps trying to piece together the whole picture of the incident from the details.

Winnet knew that Shirley knew in her heart that she could not tell her anything that really concerned the organization.

As much as she hated to admit it, Shirley should have known part of her personality.

Speaking of embarrassing things, Winette rolled her eyes, trying to make a face to tease Shirley, but ended up seeing the familiar expression of "Are you stupid?", that face seemed to say "You are really hopeless".

Winnett could only laugh awkwardly to herself.

She felt that the person in this world who had the ability to make Shirley giggle had not yet been born, and it was simply too difficult.

"It's cute, though."

As she spoke, Shirley gave a smug smile.

What Winette disliked most was Shirley smiling like that. She would feel that all her secrets were exposed. She was always at ease, and maybe she was more talented in strategy, but she just used this talent in other places.

Whenever this smile appeared, she felt a vague sense of ambiguity, not an overt teasing, but a bit of urgency, as if an extra connection had been created in the lives of the two people, possibly because they were both part of this short-lived family.

Humph, how cute!

It's clearly a mockery of her.

She just has a good temper and is patient.

"Hehe, today I'm going to take you to a nice place! There's no point in refusing!"

Miss Winnett felt the need to establish a commanding image.

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069 Holding Hands (Five more updates, please subscribe)

Seeing Winnett's persistence, Shirley was relieved, "Okay, where are you taking me?"

"Well, it's a secret for now," she said, "just think of it as a surprise."

With her impoverished mind, the only thing she could think of was the castle under the name of the organization. The scenery nearby was very nice and suitable as a place for outings and picnics.

"Well, I'm not really interested anyway."

Miss Winnett translated it in her head.

Hum, if you don’t say it, don’t say it.

With this change, she felt that Shirley was cute enough like a child.

The pattern of getting along was the same as usual, but she felt that something had changed, a decisive change.

Hooded and in inconspicuous clothes, the two men walked onto the stony street, where the surface of the old street lamps looked sticky and torn posters were stuck on them, with the campaign portraits but half of the head was missing.

It rained last night and the road was even more deserted than usual, with almost no one to be seen.

Winnett put her hand into her sleeves, exhaled white mist, and complained in her heart about the unpredictable dates and weather in the world. At this time, she noticed that a small creature sneaked up on her and gently grabbed her four bent knuckles.

Winette's ears twitched.

She felt her legs suddenly become stronger, and correspondingly, her mouth closed even tighter. She wondered how this looked to others.

The weather was getting a little colder, so maybe there was nothing wrong with holding hands to keep each other warm. She knew that she was deceiving herself. If two women held hands on the street, it would surely arouse obscene speculations and be considered as being possessed by the devil.

If there was a more radical priest, he would probably have demanded an exorcism.

However, Shirley still looks like a little girl. This may be done just to avoid people's suspicion of their relationship, using the cover of being relatives.

But the more she thought about it, the more she felt something was wrong, because in appearance, they were like a short-haired cat and a long-haired cat - not related at all.

Miss Winnet was feeling anxious.

A phrase suddenly came to her mind: "I am a bull willing to be slaughtered."

It was as if the two people had switched identities.

Shirley became Satan.

He was like a fish on the chopping board, being slaughtered at will.

Seeing that Shirley didn't say anything, Winnet prayed in her heart, placing her concerns and worries with God, hoping that He could give her inner peace and eliminate her erroneous and impure desires.

She thought, maybe she was just overthinking. When they were shopping that day, they didn't prepare any warm clothes, such as woolen hats, gloves, scarves, or masks. They didn't have any. They were dressed casually, and the cotton and linen long gowns were not warm enough. Shirley might be afraid of the cold, which was also possible.

Since they had no means of transportation, Winnett planned to take the subway and get off at a station close to her destination. The commercial streets next to the subway stations were more prosperous and they could buy the things they needed. Unlike where they lived, the public security was average and people dressed in punk clothes often gathered.

They got off at a square. In the center of the square stood statues that looked like they were casually carved. They were from Greek and Norse mythology. Anidos and the tree god were crowded together, like a small storytelling session.

She looked for the location of the mall in a daze, but since she had never been around here, she was not very clear about the route, so she only accurately remembered the direction of the castle.

Then she felt Shirley tugging at her sleeve and quickly turned her head to look back.

Winnett couldn't see Shirley's expression. She could only clearly feel the changes in her cheeks when she smiled or frowned. Apart from that, she lacked a systematic understanding of that pretty face. She looked at Shirley, following the direction she was facing and the direction her finger was pointing.

"There's a glove store over there," Shirley said.

The moment she touched Winnet's palm, Shirley had an idea. She felt that Winnet's palm was very cold. Before that, she felt that Winnet's body temperature was low. It was hard to imagine that she could act as a killer. When she ran, she was like a ghost riding on the swift wind. Even with her poor eyesight, she had almost no worries.

She thought that this was probably why she always got hurt.

When a person lacks fear of things, it is easy to hurt himself unknowingly and be covered with bruises without knowing it.

However, you will be dazzled by the dazzling array of shops.

"That's right, your hands must be cold." Winnet touched her head embarrassedly.

She took Shirley out on impulse without giving it much thought.

"No," Shirley took a deep breath, "It's your hands that are too cold. It makes me feel uncomfortable."

Winnet was stunned by the sudden sweet talk. Was it the same as buying gloves for her? She couldn't help but let her imagination run wild. Although she preferred cute handmade things, this was what Shirley wanted to buy for her. Who had the ability to get Shirley to give her a gift?

Is there? It's impossible!

With this comparison, Miss Winnet suddenly felt a little happy.

She was pulled by Shirley and came to the glove shop with pursed lips. Unlike the glove shops in London, there were no tulip beds and elegant decorations in front of the door. It did not have the temperament that only ladies could enter and had accumulated over the years. It was more full of the breath of life. The window was full of samples, separated by a layer of glass, and was very blurry to her.

"What style do you like?" Shirley asked.

Then she saw Winnett's absent-minded look and realized that it was useless to ask. After searching and selecting, she found a pair of cotton gloves with lovely patterns.

Although she thought the retro European style was suitable for Winnet, she thought it was better to be simple and cute. She didn't like women who were socialites. When paying, she picked out a pair of black gloves for herself. As for the money, she took the twenty-dollar bill from Winnet.

After putting on the gloves, Winnet stretched out her fingers and stared at them preciously.

Shirley felt that no matter how poor her life was, she had never seen gloves. She was too easily satisfied and too easily coaxed. Such a silly girl would sooner or later be deceived by someone with ulterior motives.

When we walked out of the store, Shirley whispered in a slightly savage tone:

"Besides serving the Lord, you should have other pursuits, or hobbies. Don't take the evil deeds of the organization as the norm. That will not do you any good. Even the most vicious murderers need other things to adjust - quirks or preferences. For example, this pair of gloves or other items, things that can give you a sense of freshness."

Winnet clenched her palms and felt warm, but she didn't understand what Shirley meant.

"You're right." She saw Shirley as the source of many new things.

"When you touch more things, you will understand that a pair of gloves is nothing special." Shirley said as she put on gloves herself.

She decided to change Winnet's old, narrow vision.

"Huh? The point is not about the gloves." Winnet asked generously and confusedly, "Because this is a gift from you, Shirley, but I prefer handmade products."

Seeing Winnet's smile, Shirley wanted to touch her forehead with her hand.

What an idiot indeed!

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070 Then I'll give you a ride (Sixth update)

Winette was a little nervous, but she took the initiative to shake Shirley's hand.

Once something has started, she no longer feels it is a difficult thing, even if it seemed harder than climbing to the sky before.