Ms. Moriarty wants to save Beika Town today too.

Happy people spread happiness around them with the radiation of love, but the two of them were not surrounded by beautiful things like light or lilies in the field; her soul was hiding black light, and Shirley opened the black box to release the part of her that was tied up, but what good was that? She didn't understand why Shirley was stepping towards this abyss.

"you love me."

Shirley said.

"But, it's not just you. I also love people with pure hearts in this world."

Shirley was not fooled by this. She added:

"No, it's not. You're lying. Have you ever really loved anything else? You were just taught to love those things, but you don't."

"At least I have love in my heart, I..." Winnett argued, but her voice was not firm and her tone was getting lower and lower, "But you still..."

"Oh! You always find excuses for this and that." She said impatiently, holding Winnet's hand that was on the rocking chair. "But, you know better than anyone else about your immoral thoughts. I know there are many things you don't want me to get involved in, for fear that I will be more contaminated by the darkness of the organization or something else. You want to take me to Japan, a peaceful place, to reunite me with my sister..."

Shirley's voice was always low and calm, but Winnett could hear a slight tremor in it, as if she was trying to say too many words in one breath and lacked the strength.

Winette didn't dare to look Shirley in the eye. She said, "Even without me..."

"Who knows the result?" Shirley slid her thumb across the corner of Winnet's eye, where a crystal drop of water appeared. "But don't build my happiness on a false wall of peace and ignorance."

"I……"

……

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096 Do you want me to warm you up?

There were only two seats in the sports car, which made Winnet a little at a loss as to what to do.

"Oh, why not just let her sit on your lap?" Belmode said with a smile, "She's just a tiny thing after all."

Winnet passively sat in the passenger seat, feeling uneasy; Shirley looked unconcerned and pressed into Winnet's arms. Although the night was cold, Winnet still felt like she was burning in the fire of hell, with sweat oozing from the tip of her nose. However, compared to her body, her mind was in a state of restlessness and fantasy.

Winnett moved her fingers quietly, in a somewhat nervous rhythm.

"Vermouth, what are you going to say?" she asked.

"Why, you don't call me a lap dancer anymore?" Vermouth put on sunglasses and smiled meaningfully, "Is this the 'growth' after joining the organization?"

"What about you? Don't you want to be called that?" Winnett asked back.

“Well, I really want to have an intimate conversation with you.” Vermouth lit a cigarette, and the smoke drifted away like a contrail. “After all, it will be difficult to have such an opportunity soon.”

"The date for your departure for Japan has been set: the evening of December 26th."

"You and Shirley will be traveling to Japan on a ship owned by a member of the organization. His code name is Burgundy, and he is the owner of the ship. You will know all this once you are on board. When you arrive in Japan, Qin will come to greet you."

"Ah, that man in the top hat! Damn him!" Miss Winnet blurted out the British quintessence.

She had no good impression of Gin at all. Not to mention from the perspective of a supervised person, the last time Shirley was bullied by him was enough for Miss Winnet to remember him in her little notebook.

"You'd better get along with him," Vermouth reminded, "It's really hard to be targeted by a man like that."

"I understand."

Miss Winnett was well versed in the spirit of lip service, and even though she appeared respectful on the surface, it did not stop her from cursing the man in the tall hat behind his back.

"Well... my time on the stage ends here. Staying up late is a woman's biggest enemy."

Vermouth dropped them both off at a distance from the attic; Winette raised her hand in farewell, and when she turned around she heard Shirley's nasal laughter.

"What's wrong?"

"That's all right," Shirley said. "I just don't know what the point of choosing the day after Christmas is."

"Christmas..."

Because she had a very confused sense of time and festivals, she heard the omens of almost all festivals from other people. Every Christmas, she would make maple syrup cookies for others and make some small decorations.

Sister Alyssa is a conservative person, she doesn't care about decorating a Christmas tree, and reveling at Christmas is not something worth promoting. Some people are a little more extreme, like the Jehovah's Witnesses, who don't even celebrate Christmas.

What is the custom in the United States?

Eat turkey?

No, even if Shirley lived in the United States, she probably wouldn't celebrate the holiday specifically.

"But it can finally calm down for a while, right?" Shirley said.

Then she moved closer to Winnett and they shook hands.

"Well, we can leave here soon."

Winnet originally wanted to say "You will see your sister soon", but changed her words before she said it. She didn't know what she was thinking, jealousy? Uneasy? If the process was not as smooth as expected, it would not be a good thing to give Shirley too much expectation.

"No need to repeat, Winette; you have been absent-minded of late, and you only seem more frank than before."

Hearing this, Winnet smiled brightly. If she was unhappy, her mood would be transmitted to others. According to her theory of happiness, happiness is something that can be transmitted after all. "Yes, dear Shirley." She said the words of greeting, but there were other feelings hidden in them.

"This time, I have to prepare a good surprise. So, forget about the failure last time."

Miss Winnet rubbed her fingers together and exclaimed happily, "I'll cook for you! You'll never guess how good my cooking is!"

"Excellent?" Shirley touched the back of her neck. "I really can't believe it."

"I'll give you a fright."

"Okay, then I'll wait and see."

"Just wait and see, dear Shirley. This time I will definitely change your prejudice and make you smile from ear to ear. A qualified killer always has some trump cards of his own."

Shirley yawned; she walked along the road holding Winnet's hand, thinking that it was mostly sweets. But she had no problem with her teeth, so it was okay to eat some sweet food occasionally; she slowed down her pace, stared at Winnet who was working hard on her own, and exhaled a deep breath of white mist.

"Your outfit is weird, isn't it?" Shirley said. "It's going to be very conspicuous walking down the street like this, and it's going to be very cold, right?"

Winnett was still wearing combat uniform that exposed her belly and knees. She smiled and said, "There aren't many people on the street anyway."

"There is someone you care about, right in front of you."

Upon hearing this, Winnett's movements became a little awkward.

As they talked, the two of them had already walked onto the old stone-paved street. After walking half a street, they arrived at the attic where they lived. There were some things on the street that were not there when they left. Small colorful electric lights decorated the street lamps and every corner, covering the moonlight. Even the vines that climbed out of the windows of the residents were shining brightly, and the street seemed to have turned into an electronic garden.

"Then...can you lend me the blanket?" Winnett winked playfully.

"Ah, do you want me to warm you up?"

Shirley laughed and teased her.

Miss Winnet had never experienced such explicit words and her face changed color immediately. Her fair face, which was originally white in the cold wind, took on a faint blush, which was particularly conspicuous under the light. Shirley saw that not only her face, but also her ears and shoulders were faintly pink, which made her look charming and seductive in the dim light.

Oh, is this a hint?

Miss Winnet's eyes were dull and she forgot to blink, only her steps moved mechanically.

"Is there anything wrong with that? It seemed like it happened quite often before?" Shirley pressed Winnet's finger grooves with her fingers.

"Well, it seems like..."

She responded, unable to say anything else. But at least she knew there was no sensitivity, and she really wanted to pour a basin of cold water on herself - the cold air couldn't stop her worried thoughts; and she glanced at Shirley, who was walking gracefully beside her. When she treated her as a child before, she didn't feel this way at all.

It's very strange.

Winnett straightened her gaze back to the front and frowned.

"You'd better change your clothes quickly, or you'll be in trouble if you have a fever." Shirley said, "But there's a saying in Japan that 'idiots don't catch colds.'"

Who is the fool!

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097 Drunken Kiss

In order not to be thought of as a fool, Miss Winnet changed into warm clothes as soon as she returned to the attic.

A furry hoodie is worn on the outside, and the combat uniform is worn as underwear.

She cleaned up the dirt on her body, which was a little dusty from the previous actions. But when she thought of what Shirley had done to her, she grabbed her hair and soaked her face in cold water. The cold water on a cold night was quite effective. Miss Winnett felt her whole face numb, and her desire was also decreasing sharply.

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However, her mind was still not clear, perhaps because of the alcohol.

She walked out of the bathroom and saw Shirley sitting in front of the TV watching the news. The male anchor of the "report" news station read the headline, which was about the FBI arresting a well-known mafia figure. Although the face did not appear on the camera, Winnet knew it was a guy from Tonight.

"It seems that the people who attacked us may not be the Mafia. Why is the FBI there?"

Shirley asked casually when she saw Winnet coming over.

"According to the FBI, the mafia is fighting over uneven distribution of benefits. Currently, all mafia members on Highway 3 have been arrested, and no civilian casualties have been found. Now we are connecting with the reporter for an interview..."

The anchor's voice continued to come from the TV. Shirley opened a can of coffee and took a sip.

"It's not good to drink this kind of stuff all the time. You won't be able to sleep tonight."

"I can be just as energetic without it at night, and a lot of things happened tonight. However, a soft fox doll may help me sleep." Shirley said lazily, holding a mini pillow.

Winette raised her head from the TV, muttered as she walked to Shirley's side, snatched the coffee can from her hand, and poured it down her throat in one big gulp; Shirley was stunned, she didn't know what Winette was going to do, "Will you not be able to sleep like this?"

Compared with homemade coffee, canned coffee has a much higher concentration. For Shirley, drinking coffee is just a habit, and she usually pays attention to maintaining her health.

"Well, I couldn't sleep when I was in the villa."

Shirley saw Winnet's cheeks were red, and she bit her lips like a naughty child. This reminded Shirley of the Santa Claus decorations on the street, whose faces were always red and sometimes even held a bottle of wine in their hands; what a stupid drunkard, she smelled the pungent smell of wine and the lemon scent of liqueur between Winnet's teeth, stroked her hair with a loving gesture, and let Winnet sit between her and the armrest of the sofa.

Shirley deliberately squeezed Winnet's space, "Ah, what's the reason?"

"The reason...ah, the reason, it's so embarrassing! I don't know how to describe it..."

Winnett's voice was a little excited, her voice rarely rose, and the last syllable was very hoarse; Shirley's arms went around Winnett's back, around her snow-white neck, and pulled Winnett closer to her arms. Then, she saw Winnett close her eyes, as if talking to herself:

“Shirley…”

No wonder Winnet seemed to be in high spirits and talked a lot on the way back. Now she thought about it, she might have been drunk at that time.

What on earth did Vermouth give her to drink?

Shirley has a headache.

Not to mention that she was fifteen or sixteen years old and not old enough to drink, Winnet in front of her obviously had no awareness of being drunk.

"Okay, I'm here." Shirley said in a soothing tone and put Winnet, who was lying sideways, on her shoulder.

Although Winnet is a size bigger than her, her cheeks are still very childish and a little chubby. She herself has very clear facial features. In another year or so, she is confident that she will look more mature than Winnet.

"why?"

She heard Winnet murmur.

"because……"

It was a little difficult to repeat the embarrassing words. Shirley thought that Winette would forget everything when she woke up in the morning.

"Because I love you!"

Shirley sighed, she felt that her tone was like that of a playboy. She squinted at Winnet's face, and under the orange light, the atmosphere was there.

Her face seemed like the sky burning at sunset, and her flashing eyes were like the last rays of light in the day.

Shirley stared.

Winnet answered dazedly: "I think it has been like that for a long time..."

She thought Winnet would talk about something else, but she just closed her eyes, and her wide slippers were thrown off her slender, white feet; Winnet turned her body over, her white hair draped over her shoulders and back, one leg hidden behind the other, forming a common nude posture in oil paintings. She put one hand on Shirley's crotch, crawled and looked up at Shirley's cheek.

Shirley couldn't help but swallow.

"You also have a shy side!"

"You're very drunk."