Ms. Moriarty wants to save Beika Town today too.

Shirley gripped the handle of the frying pan, her palms shaking from the force.

Compared to a naked person walking around in front of you, isn't that a trivial matter?

She wanted to scold Winnet harshly, but she was obviously a nerveless person and didn't think there was anything strange about her attitude. She was shy when she was asked to wipe her body at first. This made her wonder if her clumsy and immature appearance was just an act.

"You should know what I mean," Shirley said. "You should look in the mirror and see what a shameless attitude you have."

She should have looked at Winnet when she spoke, but her eyes were away. She straightened her head and stared at Winnet.

"Ah, this." Miss Winnet was a little surprised.

To be honest, she didn't expect Shirley to care about this kind of thing. After all, whether she was treating or wiping the body, Shirley acted as if it was commonplace, even a little impatient.

Miss Winnett herself grew up among women, so she didn't care much about such things. Besides, she couldn't feel the gracefulness and beauty of the body at all. She could only vaguely feel the outline and shape of the bones - she had her own set of standards for evaluation.

Although he had seen photos of beautiful women before traveling through time, memories would deteriorate over time, and usually there was only a blurry image.

Perhaps the only consolation is that she can project this phantom onto the person she likes, and then beautify it with her imagination, so it doesn't have much impact.

The same thing happened during training at the organization's base. Neither she nor Ji Luxi cared about such things at all. She was not a sex-hungry person and would not stare at a naked woman.

Besides, even if she looked in the mirror, she wouldn't know what she looked like.

In the end, Shirley was just a little girl.

"Okay, just get something to cover yourself up and don't show up in front of me like this," Shirley said, and continued to fry the bacon.

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079 Liars only deserve to eat boiled oatmeal

Is Shirley shy?

Miss Winnet shook her head and dismissed this stupid idea. In her opinion, Shirley was insulated from the stage of adolescence, and she was not a coy person. At most, she was a little fussy, but this was also her cuteness.

She lingered for a while, waiting until her body was almost dry, before putting on new clothes.

Miss Winnet was always worried about the pile of laundry, but she was already very tired and ultimately failed to defeat the powerful enemy of procrastination.

Winnet knew that it was a bit shameless to sit at the table now, but the food Shirley made was clearly not for one person. She personally thought that there was a portion of her food in it, mainly because Shirley's food tasted delicious, and the appearance and layout were also delicate and pleasing. She thought wasting food was a sin, so she wanted to help Shirley mitigate her sin.

It was a good night for her, at least Shirley didn't dislike or drive her away.

Miss Winnett secretly turned on the TV and sat on the chair with her right knee hugged. She saw the news program being replayed, which was about their raid on the port two days ago. The report described it as a conflict between Japanese gangs and local mafia, without any trace of organization. Hearing the sound of the kitchen fire being turned off, Winnett changed the channel - it was playing Donald Duck's program.

Only then did Miss Winnet suddenly feel that something was wrong.

Although she had been living a Puritan-like life and gradually got used to not watching animations and movies, she had not seen any trace of the Japanese animations from her previous life. She had never seen Astro Boy, Doraemon, Ikkiu, Flower Fairy, Chibi Maruko-chan, Captain Tsubasa, Dragon Ball, etc., and the only animations broadcast on TV were satirical animations.

Apart from classics like Animal Farm, she didn't even have time to watch Uncle Pat the Postman and Thomas the Tank Engine.

Not right.

It's not right.

Miss Winnett thought about it and thought that this should be a copywriting template, like the online novels of the 21st century. Unfortunately, her redemption diary can't write a novel, and she herself is also barely able to write, and really knows nothing about animation.

"What, are you childish enough to watch cartoons?"

Shirley came to the seat with a plate, but did not share it with Winnet. Instead, she sat on the side.

"Well, it's more appropriate to call it childishness. By the way, Shirley, have you seen Flower Fairy?" Winnett picked an animation that girls might like to watch.

"Flower Fairy?" Shirley was puzzled and said, "It sounds like children's literature. Was the movie you mentioned recently released?"

Miss Winnett shook her head. She felt that it was normal for Shirley, living in such an environment, to have never watched cartoons, so asking her would not give her a standard answer. It was a pity that there was no computer in the attic, otherwise she could search on the Internet.

"It's a Japanese cartoon. Haven't you seen it?"

"I haven't heard of it. If it's a Japanese animation, I should have some impression of it. If you talk about the one that's popular among children in recent years, it's probably Kamen Rider."

"Kamen Rider!?"

Miss Winnett was dumbfounded. If it was Kamen Rider, she had heard of it. It was said that the transformation lines were very childish, but that was also a special effects drama, which was very different from the anime.

"Yes, Kamen Rider. In addition to animation, there are also special effects dramas, movies, and peripherals. Why, are you interested in these?"

Shirley asked. In her opinion, Winnett had not gotten rid of her childish nature and might be like some model enthusiasts. There was nothing strange about that.

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However, when Winnett first opened her mouth, she thought the other party wanted to invite her to see a movie. It turned out that he thought of her too maturely. What did a stupid country fox know about romance?

She almost thought that she was Ashurst and Winnet was Megan, a country girl, and that if she said something sweet, the silly girl would be completely devoted to her.

Hearing Shirley's explanation, Winnet was frightened like a child. What kind of strange world was this? Before she forced herself to feel hallucinations and confusion, she decided not to think about it anymore. It was nothing to worry about if the parallel world was a little strange. It was like living in a peaceful environment and suddenly being thrown into war - cognition would change rapidly.

"No, I'm just curious. Look, we're going to Japan soon, so it wouldn't hurt to learn a little bit about it beforehand, right?"

Winnet laughed and looked at the plate in front of Shirley. There was only one plate, and it didn't look like it was for her to eat. Miss Winnet's eyes were pitiful, and she was shaking like a begging puppy.

"A liar like you who can't tell the truth deserves only boiled oatmeal."

Shirley guarded the plate, not wanting to share even the color and aroma with Winnet.

"Oh, can you add two more spoonfuls of sugar? I also want an egg."

Miss Winnet hadn't been able to eat very good food before, so she simply settled for the next best thing. Boiled oatmeal was also a standard breakfast, and there was nothing to dislike about it, but she really wanted to eat sweets.

Shirley suddenly felt that it was childish to get angry with this idiot, "Go get the plate yourself."

"understood!"

Miss Winnett happily rummaged through the cupboards, found the plate, then moved the chair in front of Shirley and handed her the knife and fork.

Shirley stuffed most of the food into Winnet's plate. She didn't eat much herself, and for her, this was just breakfast, and it was enough to replenish her energy. Unlike the slightly skinny, muscular, and swaying fox in front of her, she didn't do daily exercise or go out on missions.

"Is that all right?" Winnett saw that Shirley's plate was almost empty.

Shirley clapped her hands, "Don't waste food."

She thought that Winnet couldn't gain weight despite her love of sweets, which must be related to the frequent labor in the countryside, but her hands were only a thin layer of calluses, still beautiful, like the hands of a noble lady. If Winnet didn't speak, she would think Winnet was gentle and polite. She was of moderate height, with pale but shiny skin. Although her eyes lacked spirit, they would occasionally turn, just like the Venus under Milos, revealing a fascinating charm and a kind of imperfect beauty.

When dining, Winnet, like all clergymen, paid attention to etiquette and posture. Judging from her appearance, others would be completely unable to understand her usual weird appearance.

Shirley felt that perhaps Winette would only show this side of herself to those close to her, but such an assumption was a bit complacent.

Winnet finished her meal and wiped her lips with a tissue. "It's delicious. I think it's good enough to open a restaurant."

"I don't need flattering compliments."

"No, I really think so."

"Sometimes, in order to get enough nutrition, I will cook for myself, but I am the only one eating, so I can't judge the effect. Just as long as you like it."

Shirley confessed.

Of course, if Winnet dared to say it was unpalatable, she would not get her share in the future.

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080 Shark Mask

Shirley left her seat with the plate, and when she returned she saw Winnett's equipment placed in the corner, including the blood-stained mask, which looked particularly terrifying under the light.

Now, she knew more clearly the source of the bloody smell on Winnet. Several enemies died at Winnet's hands, and in close combat.

It was a little hard for her to imagine that scene, and she put Winnet, who was sitting at the table and feeling a little sleepy, into the body of a terrifying murderer. What was even more ridiculous was that even though she knew all this, she still found it difficult to feel fear and disgust towards Winnet, and even began to think that she had no choice, just like herself, and only did this out of necessity.

Her state clearly showed that she had accepted the deep darkness that she had avoided in the past. When she wanted to escape from this abyss and was exhausted, a shadow different from her past cognition entangled her. The shadow understood her and was willing to love her. As a result, she became unwilling to leave this darkness behind. Even the promise she made with her sister - to stay away from the organization, stay away from evil, and live a stable and peaceful life - was overturned.

Shirley felt that her values ​​were changing, and in Wynette's words, such values ​​were Satan's values.

She picked up the mask.

My fingers touched the dried blood.

This scene was a little strange to Winnet. She wanted to go to Shirley, but she didn't know what to say. She stood up, up and down, up and down, but she didn't know what to say. She couldn't tell her all the bloody things that happened tonight. She was suddenly a little afraid, afraid of Shirley's opinion.

She doesn't mind being slandered or criticized by others, but if Shirley makes a fuss about it, feels disgusted and distrustful towards her, she won't know what to do, as if she is in the middle of a messy story, gradually losing herself to the brink of hell.

The devil never left her.

Her original story was like the time on a clock, with the hour hand turning on the dial - the story developed in chronological order, lacking the compactness of the story, but a structure that made her feel at ease. This kind of life was monotonous, stable, but also impeccable. If she was more ordinary, perhaps this impeccable pattern would continue.

However, she abandoned all these because of desire, and also involved Shirley in her story because of desire, but she did not think about any contradiction. Obviously, desire never leads to conflict, and the solution to the contradiction is just to temporarily take drugs to suppress the disease. From the beginning, the contradiction between her and Shirley was secret and intense, and she realized it now.

Whether in the past or in this life, Winnet has lacked the opportunity to express her freedom and opinions. Just as she accepted the life of a believer, took over her adoptive father's job, and now joined the organization, she has always been confused and carried a sense of lightness.

Winette swallowed and waited for Shirley to speak first.

She liked what Sister Alyssa often said:

People must make choices.

Simple and honest answers are the ones that are worth trusting.

Now, as if waiting for some kind of verdict, she quietly watched Shirley pick up the mask.

She didn't expect that Shirley put the mask on her own face. Because the mask was a bit big and dark, it looked extremely inconsistent on the little girl's face, like an exaggerated scene in a horror movie.

Shirley only wore it for a moment, then took it off, walked to the water table, and washed the blood off the surface of the mask.

As Winette watched this scene, Shirley turned, passed by, took out a red marker, and drew on the mask.

She came to her senses, and when Shirley put the mask back on her face, she saw a row of sharp teeth like a child's graffiti. It was a shark, Winnett concluded.

Shirley lifted the mask up to cover her bangs, and looked back at her with only a disdainful smile in her eyes.

She couldn't help but stand up, walked in front of Shirley and stretched out her hand.

She wanted to touch Shirley's cheek, but in the end she touched the edge of the white mask, no, now she should call it a shark mask.

"This style suits me better, don't you think?" Shirley asked softly.

Winnett felt her throat tremble. "This is my mask."

Shirley nodded, standing on tiptoes to touch Winnet's hair and cheek.

"It's mine now. Are you unwilling?"

Winette shook her head and held down Shirley's hand that was stroking her, applying a little force.

This looked a little funny. She was obviously the taller one, but she was being comforted like a child being stroked by a parent. This reminded her of when she was a child, Sister Alyssa did the same thing every time.

When she first got used to the difficulty in seeing, she often fell down. Although she did not cry, Sister Alyssa always comforted her in this way.

This made her feel very embarrassed, and she took Shirley's hand off like plucking a leaf.

"But what do you want it for? It's neither cute nor fashionable." Winnet still didn't understand.

Shirley had the answer to this question in her mind, but she wasn't going to say it out loud.

Language is sometimes romantic, but sometimes it can destroy romance. Similarly, it can sometimes make people feel extremely embarrassed. If you speak it bluntly, it is impossible to just laugh it off. If you fail to achieve the desired effect, you will also appear very stupid.

Wearing this mask means that she accepts Winnet under the mask, and is willing to share the so-called "sin" with her.

Shirley doesn't believe in ghosts and gods. Science is the source of explanation for everything, but she doesn't want to impose this idea on others. There are many things in the world that cannot be explained by science, so she has no intention of shaking Winnet's faith.

Even if there is retribution, she is willing to bear it together with the person in front of her.

"Don't mix me up with those naive girls." Shirley shook her hand and walked past Winnett.

Seeing that Shirley didn't want to answer, Winette began to speculate. She thought the biggest possibility was that Shirley wanted to know what she was doing, and if she was wearing a mask and pretending to be something, it wouldn't be difficult to take her there.

However, this is dangerous.

She was confident that she could overcome the dangers and trials, but Shirley was different. She was just a researcher and had not received any systematic training. The key point was that she was unwilling to put Shirley at risk.

Winnet was nervous. She couldn't help asking, "Do you want to follow me and see those things?"

"If you agree, of course I am willing." Shirley was startled, then she realized that the stupid fox was thinking in the wrong direction, but she still answered affirmatively, "I don't have any sophisticated research equipment, nor a reliable computer to analyze data. Once you leave, I can only read the delusional theories of those moldy old men in magazines."

She picked up the mask again and said, "Don't worry, I won't get involved in anything dangerous. Besides, it's still here, right?"

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081 Cold Eyes Rehearsal