Ms. Moriarty wants to save Beika Town today too.

Winnet thought that if all else failed, she could use the excuse of supervision.

There is no problem in bringing Sulli along, but the problem is that she does not have the energy to take care of her during the mission. She cannot feel at ease letting Sulli get along with other members. If Sulli uses her sharp tongue and fails to get someone to do something, someone might get angry and that would be disadvantageous to her.

They might not hurt Shirley, but what else they might do, Wynette couldn't estimate.

"Silly," Shirley pinched Winnet's cheek, "I know what you are thinking. This is nothing but the consequences of being a fool. Don't associate me with the stupid image in your mind. I know what I should do."

"Well, I believe you."

"No! You should do this, stretch your face a little longer and put on a bad look." Shirley stretched out her two palms and kneaded Winnet's face, shaping her stunned face into a cold and disgusted one.

Winnett felt her cheeks dry and awkward because she always smiled. If she had a sullen face and argued with those bad guys, Sister Alyssa would punish her and whip her palms with a cane.

"You should look at me coldly, so that they will think there is nothing between us." Shirley said.

There is nothing, what else can there be?

Although Winnet understood Shirley's intention, she was a little confused. Besides, it was difficult for her to express her disgust to Shirley.

"Even if it's not like this, they won't think so." Winnet felt that she always had a gentle smile in front of others, at least before she showed her murderous intent.

"But some people will think too much, Jean and Vermouth. Because you are a woman, and the universal prejudice against women is that they are always sentimental, have a foolish sympathy, and then do incomprehensible things."

Upon hearing this, Winnett chuckled. "It seems to be true, Shirley." She said, grabbing Shirley's hand that was pinching her face, "Just like now, in fact, you are worried about me, right?"

"Worried about you?" Shirley said, "Don't get me wrong, I'm just afraid of being implicated."

"You say one thing and mean another."

"You nagging fellow, if you don't go to sleep, it will be dawn soon."

"I see, sentimental Shirley. Don't worry, I will act cold and cold enough so that they will never think that you and I have a good relationship. You can also pretend to hate me a little, so that my performance will be more realistic."

Shirley's expression became gloomy. She walked to the bed, sat down, and looked at Winnet with disgust as if she were looking at trash. She closed the window through which the faint street light came through and drew the curtains.

"Oh!" Shirley spat, "Do I still need to pretend? Some poor idiot doesn't even know how annoying he is!"

She calmly turned around and covered herself with the blanket, completely ignoring Winnet.

Now Winette also felt that the joke was a bit too much, but when faced with such situations, Shirley usually just laughed it off. Did she touch upon some minefield?

It's really hard to guess what girls are thinking. If she is also that kind of unpredictable girl, maybe she can know a thing or two about what Shirley is thinking.

After a quick cleanup, Winette lay down on her bed, feeling a faint warmth on her back. Thinking that this was the mark left by Shirley, she turned over restlessly. But her sensitive nose smelled Shirley's scent again, as if this place was marked with a misty mark.

She tossed and turned, and fell asleep more slowly than usual, and the quality of her sleep was reduced, as if she was not the only person sleeping in the bed.

She also saw another existence in her dream; two hands turning out of the quilt, slightly messy hair, a foot sticking out from under the sheets, and a curled up body.

The dream lasted only a short moment before she woke up, her sensitive ears detecting the environment before her brain could.

She saw Shirley crouched beside her bed, her phone still in her hand.

"You've been contacted." Shirley turned around and sat next to her, speaking casually.

"Oh... what time is it?" She grabbed the heavy mobile phone.

"It's still early for a holiday. But you probably won't be able to enjoy it." Shirley lay down sideways, "Get ready, you should take me with you."

Winnett looked at the message on her phone. It was not a small operation to annihilate the leader of Abelius. Jilushi, Vermouth, and even Cohen and Chianti would come.

"Many members will be here, Shirley." She wanted to touch Shirley's cheek like she was touching a cute doll, but she pulled her hand back. "I hope you don't come because it's not safe."

"Safe?" Shirley asked, "You are talking nonsense again. How can it be absolutely safe? It would be safer if there were people from an organization protecting us, right?"

To be precise, I don't want you to be bullied by other people in the organization.

Winette was analyzing the words in her mind. She could sense that Vermouth didn't like Shirley, and this dislike probably represented the attitude of the vast majority of people in the organization.

Even if they wouldn't hurt Shirley, it would never make her feel better.

Winette understands the psychology of people who have come into contact with Satan. It is full of distortions, like a honeycomb with thousands of holes. However, the condensed content is not sweet like honey, but a kind of terrifying larvae, densely packed and pervasive. Whenever desire ferments, the larvae will drill deeper, eat the marrow and become a monster that devours people's hearts. Jealousy, hatred, prejudice and malice will be the best nutrients.

Even people as pure as angels can be tempted by the devil. As for the devil, he can't wait to embrace his big family and fall into a deeper abyss.

In response to Winnet's expressed uneasiness, Shirley pushed her hair away from her forehead and smoothed it.

As Winnett's eyelids gradually stilled, Shirley gradually began to feel an unusually intense emotion brewing in her chest. Before it spread and took her thoughts to an equally unusual place, she stood up, using Winnett's shoulders as a handrail and walked to the small bookshelf she had accumulated over the days.

"Get ready early when you wake up." Shirley reminded.

Winnet calmed down and got out of bed. She could vaguely feel the change in the color of Shirley's cheeks. It might be blushing, she thought.

She simply tidied herself up so that she didn't look as sloppy as a refugee, then put away her guns and knives and prepared to travel.

This time, no one came to pick her up. As for riding on Shirley's motorcycle, it was not within her consideration. If she really made the noise of a cylinder on the street, the police would definitely do their best to follow them to the meeting place.

Just thinking about it makes me feel scared. It could turn into a fight between the organization and the FBI, a firefight like a street fight.

Still with energy left from last night's food, she walked out of the bathroom and saw Shirley also getting ready to go. She was wearing a dark blue jacket and palm-colored trousers, with a large cap on her head. This made Shirley look like a skinny boy.

"What? Is there something wrong?" Shirley asked when she saw Winnet staring at her.

"No, let's go."

……

082 Thousand Faces Witch

After deciding on the subway as their mode of transportation, they traveled together. As it was late, the subway was more crowded than they had imagined. Winette wanted to grab Shirley's hand to prevent them from getting separated, but Shirley grabbed her hand first.

She didn't wear gloves today because she didn't want to dirty the gift Shirley gave her. Her heart sank slightly, and she felt the warmth in her palms. She spent a pleasant time in the crowded station, just like a morning outing.

Shirley is so cute! Winette suddenly realized that she had jumped out of the dark pit of the organization to look at it.

When the morning sun shines on Shirley like a spotlight, her fair and tender face, dark eyelashes, and neat and straight eyebrows are even more beautiful and eye-catching against the background of her ordinary and slightly cool clothes. Her hair is tied into a peaked cap, and the beautiful cheek contour and neck are imprinted in Winnet's eyes. She purses her lips slightly, always with a look of contempt for the world, but even so, she is very cute.

Because it is not a flaw but a feature, which magically gives Shirley a charm deeper than just a pretty face.

No wonder, Winnet thought, her emotions were so tangled and tangled like spider threads—no wonder she couldn't ignore the child.

If Shirley had grown up a little more, her perspective would have changed drastically. There were already signs of this, like the theory of heretical astrology on interpreting horoscopes - some things had signs from the very beginning.

Life in the organization has made Shirley's personality a little awkward. Although Shirley is not the kind of open, easy-going and approachable person, she is still helpful and kind, and at the same time she is wrapped in a strange sense of mystery.

This sense of mystery and charm existed from the beginning, and it began to form when Vermouth mentioned the word "genius".

When they got off the bus, Shirley asked her, "And then, where are we going to meet up?"

"An underground casino." Winnett felt a little embarrassed. To be honest, that kind of place is not suitable for children.

"That's terrible. I hope you don't develop any bad habits."

"Uh, am I the one who should be worried?"

Winette said awkwardly and Shirley gently pushed her back.

Shirley looked at her and smiled triumphantly, as if the evil habits of the world could not affect her at all.

Winnett followed the secret signposts and finally, after passing the main road and the shopping mall, she came to an amusement park called Ticat. From the outside of the amusement park, she could see a recently renovated observation tower, several dozen meters high. There was a track for amusement facilities nearby. Looking along the end of the track, she saw a relatively new street with a club opened on the street. That was where they were going.

Winnet noticed that Shirley was attracted by the amusement park and thought that she had not yet gotten out of the realm of a child. But she was the same. The amusement park was indeed attractive to her, but the stickiness was not strong.

If she had the chance, she would like to take Shirley to the amusement park.

In her impression, Japan is a place where amusement parks are developing quite rapidly and maturely, so it is not difficult to achieve.

Although the walk was not far, the two of them ran to a members-only club, which was somewhat conspicuous. The lacquer sign hanging on it was decorated with gold paint, and the decoration outside had some hotel characteristics. In the details, there were rose patterns like the street lamps in old British streets, which showed that it was a relatively luxurious place.

Even underground casinos are not open to the poor and compulsive gamblers.

Before they got close to the place, a car appeared in front of them and a man got out of it. Winnet looked at the man, because he was obviously coming towards them. He had a fierce and vicissitudes of life face, but he was not tall. There was a scar near the bend of his nose that extended to the corner of his mouth. He looked like a vicious criminal who had just been released from prison. People couldn't help but stay away from him.

Winnett had never seen such a person before. Maybe he was related to the organization, or maybe he was not.

"Let's go," Winnett said to Shirley.

Shirley was obviously a little wary, but when she saw Winnet open the car door without fear, she followed and sat in the back seat.

"You found it." The man said as he sat in the driver's seat.

"Yeah." Winnet nodded. Having seen an extraordinary situation once, she would naturally associate it this way next time. "Vermouth, isn't it hot wearing a hood?"

When Shirley heard this, she immediately saw Vermouth taking off her hood, and the glass front windshield reflected Vermouth's figure on her face.

She saw that Vermouth had a proud look on her face, as if she was chasing her prey, and noticed that she was wearing a shirt with a round black agate pinned to the top button. The flat agate looked like a shark's eye.

Unlike last time, the Vermouth she saw today had her hair neatly combed back and tied at the back of her head, which made her look somewhat solemn, indicating that she paid great attention to her appearance.

She didn't notice any flaws in the disguise just now. Both the movements and the sense of oppression looked like a rough man.

Shirley thought, she is indeed the Thousand-Faced Witch rumored in the organization.

This stunt of perfectly disguising herself as another person is simply impossible to guard against. If she were to dress up as Winnet, would there be a way for me to identify her for sure?

She couldn't be sure.

Because she knew that Winnet had known Vermouth before she met her.

With this premise, Vermouth may not know Winnet any less than she does, and if she were to dress up as her sister, she would be equally unrecognizable.

However, the woman should not be interested in her. Even the look in her eyes when she looked at her through the mirror was unpleasant, as if she was looking at something dirty.

"It's OK. Today is a cool day. I thought you would lock that burden in a cage, but I didn't expect you to bring her here."

Vermouth lit a cigarette and spoke in a sarcastic tone.

"I'm sorry that I'm not as obedient as a captive lion."

Shirley spoke before Winnet could speak. She was very uncomfortable with Vermouth's attitude, her casualness and debauchery, and her hypocritical attitude towards Winnet.

"You think you are a lion? Although I don't hate unruly girls, you are special."

"Oh, really? I understand. As you get older, your sensitivity gets worse. You start to think everyone is special."

Shirley yawned and spoke casually, sitting forward and staying in the car in a half-lying position.

Winnett felt bad. In her opinion, there was nothing more terrible than two women quarreling. They were unreasonable and hysterical. From the perspective of purpose, they were just trying to decide the winner. Not wanting the situation to escalate further, Winnett took out her gun and put it against Shirley's forehead.

"Shirley, have you had enough of making trouble?" she asked with a cold face.

Shirley thought Winnett's acting was awkward, but Vermouth's expression did not change. She probably had such a thought because of her previous impression - the contrast was too strong.

"Oh, shoot me if you can."

Shirley sneered.

……

083 Acting as yourself?

Vermouth watched the performance in the back seat through the rearview mirror and felt that her Dark Angel was a little rough and a little deliberate.

With that person's order, unless Shirley loses her usefulness, even she would not threaten the other party for no reason - this would only increase the possibility of Shirley making conditions.

Therefore, she felt that it was a play.

But before she could say anything to dissuade them, Winette in the back of the car fired a shot. Even after it was silenced, there was still quite a noise, leaving spider-web-like bullet marks on the glass, and the high temperature from the muzzle burned Shirley's hair.

Smoke slowly filled the car.

"That's a bit too much, Abis." Vermouth saw Shirley's frightened look in the mirror and advised, "She is still a respected scientist in the organization."

"I know, so I'm just giving you a little warning," Winnet said in an emotionless tone.

Shirley's breathing became lagging. Although a large part of the performance came from her acting, it was not entirely. When Wynette showed her cold-blooded and cruel side, she couldn't help but doubt it. The bond between the two was not strong enough, and the Wynette she saw was also incomplete.

While she looked stunned, she was thinking about the matter in her heart. Even if she thought rationally, she could never make a fair and objective judgment on anything.

There is no absolute standard answer between people.

"You murderer!"

Shirley scolded with disgust.

It was a perfect response to the previous shot.

She chose to believe Winnet, and at this moment she hoped that Winnet could believe her as well, because words were not perfect symbols, and they should have a tacit understanding to cross this bridge.

"I'm just redeeming them," Winette took the opportunity to pinch Shirley's smiling face and threatened, "If you don't want to become like those pieces of meat falling in the mud, you'd better not do anything unnecessary."

"Okay, Abby."

Vermouth took her cell phone, checked the messages, then grabbed a notebook, pen, and cassette recorder from the storage compartment in the car, like the equipment of a secret agent, and opened the car door.