Ms. Moriarty wants to save Beika Town today too.

Winnett was not at all panicked by the threat in his words: "It's just right, they are coming over too, and we are filming, so just try your best."

She was talking about the last chase, the scene in the plot where the knights chased the remaining survivors. Clyde frowned. He was about to continue talking when he heard the sound of the cabin door opening, so he kept silent again. The reason for speaking freely was the sound of the whistling sea breeze.

He forced a smile and faced the members of the Film Research Society who came over. "Have you finished filming over there?"

Hiroki Kakutani closed the inner hatch and said, "It's done." The ladies felt a little uncomfortable in the cold wind, even though they changed into down jackets. To shoot the last scene, Winnett had to run up to the deck, and the process didn't take long.

Suzuki Ayako looked at Winnett with great concern: "Ms. Moriarty, are you okay?"

"Just call me Winnet," she answered confidently, taking off her cold-weather gear, seemingly unaffected by the cold wind. "Let's get started quickly. The person living in the same room with me has a bad temper, and I don't want to bother her in the middle of the night."

Miss Winnet complained a little verbally, but she would never dare to say such words to others' faces.

Although Shirley has a lovely mind like a girl and will go against her when she is angry, her method is "cold violence".

Miss Winnett had seen many girls who came for relationship advice, and she knew that this kind of confrontation was actually a sign of affection. Although she could figure out what was going on, she was not very good at dealing with it.

The feeling of liking something is like a bright and cheerful melody of music, but it can also make people infatuated, lonely and helpless.

The group returned to the interior of the cabin, and the final stage of filming finally began.

After the signal was sent, Clyde, wearing knight armor, rushed out from the end of the corridor, his heavy boots clanging loudly. Winnet ran frantically along the stairs towards the hatch, but at a different speed than planned. Clyde quickly caught up with her, swinging his short blade from a high altitude, making a terrifying sound of breaking through the air, and Winnet barely avoided it.

Although it was different from the script, Chikako Ikeda did not call a halt but told others to continue filming.

In just seven or eight seconds, Winnett kept opening the door in the narrow space and dodged Clyde's attack. When he lost his balance, she kicked him at the seam of his armor, causing his dagger to embed into the wheel on the door. Winnett spun the wheel, opened the hatch, and came to the cloudy deck. At this moment, lightning suddenly struck.

It was not until we ran to the edge of the deck that the final scene came to an end.

"It's amazing, how did you do it?" Hiroki Kakutani couldn't help asking.

Clyde looked at the short blade in his hand in disbelief for a moment, then he raised his cheek and smiled.

"We've rehearsed this in advance to make it look more thrilling, right, Miss Moriarty?"

"Is such that."

After a while of conversation, the members of the Film Research Society began to discuss excitedly. Sophia stopped and glanced at Clyde who was walking side by side with Winnett, and found that the two were talking in a low voice.

"You are such an amazing, beautiful lady."

After the fight just now, he really understood the gap between himself and this lady. Not only in terms of physical skills, but also in terms of intelligence, the other party had a vague upper hand. She had guessed the identity of his murderer early on and broke through his plan, which he thought was extremely perfect.

"answer."

"After arriving in Japan, I am willing to be at your disposal... Is there anything more promising than working under the chairman of the company?"

"Jesus loves you, sir."

After getting the answer, Winnet followed the team. She then chose to refuse the celebration banquet, saying that she would go to sleep after cleaning up the rainwater.

Because she wanted to see Shirley earlier.

Given Winnet's age, no one had urged her to come.

She felt alive and full of energy, and her pace was a little faster than usual. She opened the cabin door with her key and saw Shirley sitting at a low table, drinking coffee, with the heater on.

"Drink less, it's not good for your health."

"You have no right to criticize me. I'm soaked by the rain. Okay, I'll be careful. You clean it up quickly."

"Don't worry, I'm fine." As soon as she finished speaking, she couldn't help sneezing.

This made her words seem less convincing and made her feel ashamed of her confidence just now.

"It seems that God doesn't admit that you are a fool. Maybe this is good news?"

“Shirley…”

Miss Winnet felt very aggrieved.

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Shirley, with her legs crossed, threw a towel to Winnett from four yards away. "Wrap yourself in a blanket when you come out. I'll go get some hot water and give you a hot compress later."

"That's right!" Shirley walked towards Winnet.

Winnett looked away when she saw Shirley coming. Then, like a customer trying out perfume, Shirley sniffed Winnett's body.

"what happened?"

"See if there's any strange smell."

"weird smell?"

"Take a shower quickly. Or do you want me to help you wash?"

……

ps: A big chapter, to make up for yesterday, I added one more chapter the day before yesterday, and I owe 21 chapters. I have received everyone's opinions, and will speed up the pace, insert things that happened in the past five years, and write more about the psychological changes of different characters and original characters. I am sick, and the updates may not be very stable at the beginning of next month. I will try my best to keep it up, and hope everyone will continue to support me. Skirt~

Take a day off

The author was in so much pain that he couldn't move or concentrate.

It may be acute fasciitis or acute gout. There is no swelling, tightness, or pain everywhere, so it may be the former.

It says online that it may take 4-7 days to get better.

Currently 2 and a half days.

It’s even worse today, I can’t get out of bed and I feel like I’m having cramps all the time.

It hurts so much that I can't type at all.

Just got the anti-inflammatory medicine.

Maybe the symptoms will ease in two or three days.

Take another day off.

Woo.

117 Night Talk

Miss Winnet was in a very low mood.

This sudden cold made her the source of the virus in Shirley's eyes. Not to mention getting close to her, even when she slept, Shirley turned her back to her and she could only see a blurry silhouette from behind.

When she felt depressed, it seemed as if her immunity also decreased. She was in a listless state for several days, as if she had confirmed the image of a sickly girl. The members of the Film Research Society treated her like a little sister and took care of her in every possible way.

On the other hand, Shirley is a mature and steady figure that makes people feel difficult to deal with.

The weather warmed up a little, and Shirley stood on the deck with others to watch the sea view, while she stayed in the public lounge, feeling a little uncomfortable.

At this time, Clyde came to her with a cup of hot cocoa and gave her an "I know" look.

A big question mark popped up in Miss Winnet's mind.

He put down his hot cocoa and said, as if I totally understood, “It’s hard to be sick.”

Winnet looked at him and quickly guessed his strange attitude.

It seems that they think she is faking illness in order to gain sympathy and hide the truth.

I have to say, he is very good at imagining.

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Putting down the hot cocoa, he left with Sofia.

Miss Winnet sat and rested, bored, reciting scriptures in her heart, trying to avoid worldly troubles.

When Shirley walked into the lounge, she saw Winnet sitting upright with her eyes closed, as if she was saying mass. Then she quietly came to Winnet's side and quickly put her face close to her ear.

Then, take a deep breath.

Miss Winnett was startled: "Ah!"

Seeing that her prank had worked, Shirley smiled and sat down next to her.

"Shirley, what are you doing?"

Um, daily teasing you?

She thought Winnett's reactions were always very interesting, and she couldn't help but do some extra tricks.

"If you focus so hard, you won't even notice if something is stolen."

Winette felt she had been fooled; the only thief on the ship had just been arrested, and she was penniless and had nothing to steal.

"I can sense that."

"Really? Then why didn't you notice my arrival?"

Miss Winnett felt bitter. Shirley had deliberately changed her walking habits just now, and when she passed by her, she quickly leaned her face towards her. How could she have expected that she would do this?

What a cunning girl.

"I give up," said Winnett.

"You talk as if I'm picking a fight with you."

“I didn’t say that.”

"In that case, how about singing a song for me when you get better?"

"Of course you can, but there is jazz music in the bar."

"That means you agree." Shirley smiled proudly, "It's better to record it... Well, I want a gift like a Walkman."

Winette was stunned for a moment. At first glance, Shirley's request seemed to be a spur-of-the-moment request, but if you think about it carefully, you will know the implication behind it.

Perhaps he made this request because he was afraid that after arriving in Japan, the two of them would have few opportunities to meet.

There are many things that can represent a person, but compared to some relatively simple objects, voice can better remind people of the feelings when they are with someone.

Winette felt that this was Shirley's unique and euphemistic way of expressing herself.

Shirley saw that Winnet was staring at her and thought that her little thoughts had been seen through.

There was no point in denying it; this was the situation she had envisioned.

I returned to my research days, while Winnet was busy with organizational matters. Without special reasons, the two of us would not have the chance to meet.

It was just that they didn't see each other often, there was nothing to be afraid of, but she still missed him. She believed that Winette would miss her in some way, too.

"I will sing well, don't think too much, everything will be fine." Winnet said suddenly.

"Thinking too much? You think too much, right? I'm not someone who will be bound by emotions. Isn't it easy and free to be alone?"

"But being alone would be very boring."

Winette understood one thing in her long life: people just hate being bound by things they hate, but they are attracted to the things they truly like and desire to be bound by them.

Without any "restraints", it's like duckweed on the water, just drifting with the flow in nothingness.

"It seems that you don't know the pain and horror of being infatuated. But, I don't know now either."

Shirley smiled.

The two of them were talking about interesting things in the past. When they returned to the room, they were not tired at all. They talked intensively as if to compress time. Even if their brains became dull, the words were still processed like byproducts.

"I don't know if I'll be able to see my sister often after arriving in Japan. Due to the strictness of the organization, I may only have the opportunity to talk to her once. I already feel sorry for not meeting her... Not only that, what should I say to her after seeing her? Will I be able to recognize her? Although we are sisters, we have nothing in common. I had this strong feeling when I was young. Her personality and appearance are different from mine, probably because of the difference in the blood ratio of her parents... Well, I'm also talking about unscientific things."

Winnet lay beside Shirley and listened to her words quietly.

"However, she is a very emotional person. She probably regards me as her sister as extremely important. If you have the opportunity to meet her, I hope you can dispel her unrealistic ideas... She is really quite naive. Although nearly ten years have passed, I don't think she has changed much. Do you think it is possible for the organization to let my sister go?"

Winnett didn't want to hurt Shirley's heart, but she couldn't weave a fragile dream. She replied with a trembling voice: "They won't. You and your sister are the means they use to control you. They won't let any of you have any problems."

"You're right." Shirley was a little speechless. "If I had no value, my sister would have died. If my sister had died, I probably wouldn't have continued to allow the organization to commit suicide and betray me."

She didn't mention that in her answer.

That is, now that she has Winnett, she actually does have concerns other than her sister.

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Winette felt that Shirley was trying hard to suppress her excitement, and her breathing was faster than usual.

"The best way is to maintain the status quo and use my performance to exchange for her stable life." Shirley said with relief, "If possible, take care of her for me and don't let her do anything stupid... After all, most tragic things come from a lack of mutual understanding..."

"I will."