Ms. Moriarty wants to save Beika Town today too.

Lemon slices were specially added to the edge of the grilled meat. Shirley took a strawberry and put it in her mouth.

"The meat is a little burnt... I'm not being modest. I'm pretty good at knife skills and decoration, but I can't say much about the taste. The nuns always scold me for this."

"You don't have any other intentions, do you? You always ask me to prepare meals for you."

It would be fine if she was just a poor cook, but Winette was obviously very good at cooking. Shirley tasted the salad again and thought that there must be some thoughtfulness in it.

"Well, the intention is obvious." Winnet looked at the cake.

Shirley also noticed it, "Drawing a heart with a rose is really girly."

Shirley felt that time was a tormenting thing. It was fun to stimulate and kiss Winnett in the middle of the night when she was off guard, because she was so shy at ordinary times.

Winette didn't know what Shirley was thinking. She thought the knife was too blunt, so she used a dagger to quickly cut the turkey into pieces.

The total amount was too much for two people. Sitting under the candlelight, the atmosphere was a bit like what people often call a "candlelight dinner", but it was not a deliberately created romantic atmosphere. Winette felt that Shirley didn't seem to like conventional romance, just like her personality. Only the unexpected could make her smile.

But the person who is caught off guard is always herself.

For example, just now Shirley ate the cream at the corner of her mouth, as if she was taking pleasure in teasing her.

Miss Winnett thought this was not a good habit, but she could do nothing about Shirley. In those embarrassing things, Shirley always seemed natural and unrestrained, as if "breaking the rules" was the rule for her, and the secular concepts could not restrain her at all, as if she had a pair of free wings behind her.

Over and over again, you get used to it after so many times. When Shirley leaned in her arms, her body was not as tense as a sculpture. She would gently touch Shirley's hair with a gentle expression. She remembered that whenever the seasons changed, with red leaves, falling snow, cicadas chirping, and lotus flowers blooming in the pond, she would have a similar expression when sitting in the courtyard. However, one was short-lived, while the other was long-lasting, and she wanted it to become forever.

When Winnet wanted to caress her further, Shirley turned around and held Winnet's wrist. She shook her body, revealing her pale skin through her collar. Shirley blew into Winnet's ear as if she was going to whisper something.

Winnet shuddered, her body shook, and her neck swung, but she was pinned down by Shirley and could not move.

The soft arm was like a chain pressing down on Winnet's collarbone. Then, the cold blue eyes looked down at her from top to bottom. Shirley half-reluctantly supported the cloth with both hands, occupying her entire field of vision.

Her body felt the shock of the moment, as if it were being hit by a waterfall, and she experienced a brief, passionate outburst.

But only for a brief moment.

She knew that although Shirley never played by the rules, she would never do anything that went against her principles. She had seen many people like that, and the more casual their attitudes were, the more morbid their demands for principles were.

"You know what? Your actions are just seducing me." Shirley slid her fingers along Winnet's cheek with an aggressive smile on her face.

"I have considered the measure."

"Me too, otherwise you'd be in trouble."

"awful?"

"I know the anatomy of the human body very well."

"Cough cough..."

Winette coughed twice. Her legs were lifted up by Shirley, and her ankles were pressed on Shirley's shoulders. Feeling that she looked inappropriate, she simply turned her face away.

"I think the dress suits you very well," said Shirley.

Winnett felt that the topic was a bit jumpy, especially the turn from the previous process to the current situation. She quickly straightened her body and sat up again, which caused Shirley to give her an unhappy glance.

This made her feel that there was a hint of aggression in Shirley's cold gaze.

Moonlight leaked through the gaps in the curtains, and Winnett felt that Shirley was as radiant as the rising moon, but she was still in an incomplete stage, and it would take a long time for her to grow to maturity. Ignoring the immature part, her slightly sad eyes alone were enough to make people feel fascinated.

"I-I'm going to take a shower."

"Would you like me to wipe your body again?"

"No, no need!"

……

100 Boarding

Winette beat her chest and stamped her feet in the bathroom, and it took her a while to calm down before she finished washing.

Before she changed her clothes, Shirley came in and threw a bath towel to her without any panic, as if it was a routine.

The night was peaceful. Winnet was a little worried about Shirley sleeping next to her, but Shirley soon fell asleep and snuggled into her arms.

Christmas Eve was over, and they woke up very late the next day. They processed the leftover food from yesterday, and time passed little by little. In the evening, Winette received an email. When she opened it, she found a fancy card with a cursive invitation on it - to take a luxury cruise to Japan to attend a famous painting exhibition.

The invitation stated that friends and relatives could be brought along, and a letter was also attached.

The letter was written in the name of Gladstone Edward, who claimed to be the president of the Durant Group. He called her the successor of the director, which meant that Bridge held the majority of the shares of the entire Durant Group and existed as the chairman; this came from Bridge's other identity, although he did not change his new name, but it was detrimental to the image of a priest.

Winnet soon realized that Edward was the Burgundy mentioned by Vermouth, and that she was Bridget's biological daughter.

Anyone who took a look at his photo would think it was a fantasy. Although Bridge was also a handsome man when he was young, his beauty was square and serious. People who didn't know him might even think he was a little rough. She heard the residents say more than once that the two looked very different. But no one would bother to investigate such things. There was even a French ID card in the letter with her photo on it. I don't know when Vermouth got it.

Winnet can speak French, and when Sister Alyssa was alive, she always spoke to her in French. There is no big problem with her accent, but it is still easy to make mistakes in the details, so she is still a country priest - that's the setting.

It also seems strange for a French person to have the last name Moriarty, so a new setting was created: immigration.

Winnet was too lazy to feel about all these operations. The reason she took the ship instead of the plane was also a move to confirm her identity in advance. Even if she appeared to be vulgar and poor, as long as she had the identity of a shares heir, she would be able to enter the circle of wealthy people.

Isn't it better for a killer to be as inconspicuous as possible?

Winnett couldn't understand Vermouth's intentions. All she wanted was a small church to live in.

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In the evening, her cell phone rang again. Shirley was bored and drinking lukewarm coffee. She liked instant coffee recently and said that the light aroma was good. There were many plans on Christmas Eve, but on the day of the holiday, the two of them just spent it lazily.

The most precious thing is the simplicity and warmth.

"I'm going to get some things. We're going to take the boat at 10 a.m. tomorrow. If there are things we need to bring, it's best to prepare them in advance."

Winnet gave a warning and picked up an old umbrella with bent ribs.

It suddenly started snowing when day was about to arrive, and then it kept snowing, with tiny snowflakes slowly spreading into a layer of silver yarn. Winette didn't like snowing, especially during the day, because the diffuse reflection of the snow made her eyesight worse, and she might fall down if she touched a slippery area.

This is something that cannot be judged by experience, and no matter how perceptive she is, she can hardly capture it.

She found the package that Vermouth had stored in the locker. Inside was a piece of British-style clothing, which looked like a student uniform, a white shirt with a vest and a plaid skirt, with a blue-black flower decoration under the collar, which was very formal. What's more, Vermouth had prepared a shirt and a dark-colored long skirt for Shirley, which made Winnett feel very confused. Because Vermouth had expressed her dislike for Shirley more than once.

There is also a pocket pistol inside for easy carrying.

Vermouth's thoughtfulness made Winnet feel embarrassed. It was her job to prepare a suitable outfit for Shirley, but now she felt strangely like she was just sitting back and enjoying the fruits of her labor. On the way back, she thought about it and realized that the only things worth taking with her, besides the Redemption Diary, were the ruby ​​and the rosary Sister Alyssa left for her. Although there were many memories of the two of them in the attic, it was almost impossible to take them with her.

On the way back, she bought a piece of cake. It was past dinner time when they arrived at the loft, but they both ate later than usual, so they were not very hungry.

Winette put candles on the cake.

"Whose baby's birthday is this?"

Shirley made her usual complaint.

"By the way, Shirley, when is your birthday?"

The answer was December 1st, which coincided with her inner joke. As expected, Shirley was born on a not-so-warm day.

"What about you?"

"I don't know, but every Christmas, the nuns will give me a small celebration."

"No wonder you're so motivated."

Winnett believes that the reason she is motivated is not because she wants to celebrate her birthday.

Since they were going out the next day, the night seemed particularly peaceful. They packed their few luggage and had breakfast at a nearby coffee shop. The waiter at the coffee shop seemed particularly reserved because of the formal attire. Shirley also praised her, saying that she looked like a character in a BBC modern drama, while Winnett thought Shirley looked like a rich lady, after all, her aura was too strong.

It seems that no matter what I wear, I can handle it with ease.

After dinner, they took a walk for a while, and when the time was almost up, they took a taxi to the port.

The cruise ship looked even more impressive than Winnett had imagined, and it was so large that she couldn't take it all in. As the time approached, there were not many people waiting to board the ship. Unlike the passenger ships she had always remembered being packed, the line was loose and everyone was dressed up, exuding an "upper class" atmosphere.

This was a completely different world for Miss Winette, who lived in poverty, and it also aroused her hatred of the rich. Unlike Shirley, who bought a sun hat and had a natural attitude, she began to daydream while waiting.

"Have a nice trip, ladies."

Not only are there crew members to help carry the luggage, but there is also a specially set up counter at the entrance to the cabin, and even the decorations are meticulously crafted.

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After getting the cabin key with the number tag, Winnett and Shirley followed the crew carrying the luggage, passed the wide port deck, and went down to the luxurious cabin on the second floor.

The space and decoration were like a luxurious hotel. Shirley stuffed her luggage into the front cabinet and sat down on the velvet bed to pat it.

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"What are you doing standing at the door like an idiot?" Shirley yawned, then walked to the cabinet next to the TV and picked up the white envelope.

Winnet followed.

"There's an invitation to a dinner party at 6pm. Your name is on it. It seems like you're a very important person."

Shirley said, considering Winnet's poor eyesight.

……

The first four

101 Film Research Club

There is a refrigerator in the cabin, drinks are available at will, and board games are also available.

Winnet and Shirley played chess to kill time, and the result surprised Shirley. This made her realize that Winnet was a chess master, but she still lost when she switched to Go. After finding that she could not beat Winnet, Shirley gave up the game.

"I can't beat you no matter what." Shirley drank her canned coffee. "Winette, are you keeping silent because you want to see me make a fool of myself?"

"No."

"Before playing competitive games, you should explain your level. This makes me lose all fun in the game, as if I'm being played around by you." After saying that, Shirley walked towards the bathroom.

Winette is not actually good at chess, but she is good at understanding other people's psychology, and chess is one of the manifestations of this. Based on her understanding of Shirley, she can see that Shirley prefers to take every step carefully, accumulate offensive tactics, and likes to go all out.

She thought that the real Shirley might not have the corresponding determination.

The closer she became to Shirley, the more she could sense the softness and fragility beneath that strong exterior.

Shirley's unique sensitivity just shows that she is emotionally active.

Shirley washed her face, sat down next to Winnett, and leaned forward to look at her closely. "You don't look happy?" Shirley added, "You beat me, which is rare."

Shirley didn't have a strong desire to win, and if she didn't bring up the topic of ups and downs, Winnet would seem a little boring, so she wanted to cheer her up.

“Everyone has things they are good at and things they are not good at.”

"It seems that you are not good at physical contact."

As she spoke, Shirley lifted Winnet's chin.

"Stop teasing me. I already have a headache about what happened in the evening. What kind of dinner party? I'll probably have to stand by the table all the time, which is as uncomfortable as listening to the mayor's speech. It was the same during the mission. I stood for half an hour until the food was served. I hadn't even had a bite before I had to destroy the targets one by one. If there was no sense of participation and it was just a formality, it would be fine. But if someone really came to me with a glass of wine, I would be embarrassed. The largest gathering I've ever attended was the Christmas party held outdoors by the residents of the small town."

"Your worries are unnecessary." Shirley raised her finger upwards again. No matter from which angle you look at it, Winnett's appearance is as brilliant as the protagonist. Whenever she appears at a gathering, people who don't know the reason will probably guess that it is the wrap-up ceremony of a TV series or film.

"I definitely can't adapt. I can't even breathe smoothly."

"Will it be better if I'm around?"

"Ah... I think so." Winnett glanced at Shirley involuntarily. When her eyes met Shirley's bright blue eyes, a feeling of suspected guilt made her heart beat wildly.

Shirley calmly gave him a look of respect, and her eyes even contained a sense of comfort, like a lazy white cat.

Shirley's frankness always made her feel flustered. She was more used to dealing with euphemisms, like solving a puzzle, a winding and sequential process. Winette shrank back, and Shirley moved closer and put her arm around her shoulders.

The action only stayed at the stage of ambiguity. Shirley's cautious personality made her never take risks. Winette moved around on the bed, and soon the internal phone on the bedside table rang.

Shirley answered the phone and received a message saying that the staff had prepared lunch.

She and Shirley walked towards the dining car.

"There's nothing to be nervous about, right? There are several guys who are similar to you over there."

"It's indeed a strange combination." Winnett looked in the direction Shirley pointed, and saw several young people sitting around a large round table.

Winette guessed that because of the meal delivery service, many people chose to dine in their cabins, which made the entire restaurant feel empty.

The restaurant's decoration style is a mixture of Baroque modern style, with a sense of French style. It is a regular banquet hall, and the dinner was held in the same location. There is a large chandelier on the ceiling, a row of small ceiling lights on the platform, and glasses on each table.

Shirley found a double seat and sat down, holding up the menu and asked the waiter to take her order.

Winette knew very little about the names of complicated dishes. Every time Shirley said a name, she felt confused. For example, it was difficult for her to form a specific impression of something like a rose-colored almond tart. If it were her, she would either order it anyway or ask what the dish was.

When the waiter left and Winnet wanted to relax and take a breath, a new guest came.