Ms. Moriarty wants to save Beika Town today too.

"Okay!"

Vermouth pointed to the chair and motioned Winnet to sit down:

"Let's not talk about that... Since you painted my nails, I should fulfill my promise. How about we teach all night tonight?"

Winette already knew Vermouth's routine. She just liked to say things that could be easily misunderstood.

But her breathing was still a little uneven.

Because she thought about what happened with Shirley that night, she was still frightened.

His breathing was high and low.

Vermouth stared at Winnett intently, and felt that she looked extremely charming, which made her want to lean over and kiss and tease her, but she also knew that Winnett was thinking about the girl Shirley at this moment.

Even though he is ruthless towards his enemies and does things cleanly and efficiently, he is still a fledgling when it comes to love. He will devote himself to something once he sets his mind to it, just like he is doing continuous test flights.

Why did it have to be Shirley? What's so feminine about her?

Vermouth carefully instructed Winnett, taking out the props she usually used and special painting tools. She originally thought that this was just a short trial teaching, but Winnett showed a high talent for painting, as if her vision defect had no effect at all.

She held Winnet's hand to correct her posture and help her paint. She felt her hand was warm and soft, as soft and smooth as if it had no bones. There was no trace of a killer's quality in her hand. Even her nails were as thin and pale pink as cherry blossom petals.

As a woman, Vermouth also felt a little unbelievable.

Winnet gradually got the hang of drawing, but it still felt a little unfamiliar.

"I'll have to ask you to help me with my disguise this time."

……

ps: There are still 15 chapters to go.

148 Shirley who sees through everything

Shirley was in a good mood regarding the meeting her sister proposed on Sunday.

Shirley picked up the kettle as usual and brewed a cup of coffee to keep her mind active.

She turned on the computer, called up the surveillance footage of the mice, and observed the results of the last drug test.

The mice on the screen all fell to the ground, dying from the effects of the drugs, just like before. She continued to switch the screen.

Suddenly, the software's warning sounded.

A live reaction was detected in one of the images.

Shirley's eyes widened in shock and her expression turned serious.

She debugged the images at different time points, all of which were of the mice's activities.

It would have been fine if it had just survived, but this little white mouse, which was of the same generation as the other experimental subjects, miraculously became smaller, as if it were a newborn baby.

She picked up the phone, hit the redial button, and called her fellow researchers.

"Hello, it's me. Can you come over here?"

"You're in the research institute?"

"Well, yes, in Lab 4. I have something interesting to show you."

"Something interesting?"

"Ah."

At this time, the little white mouse in the picture is still jumping around.

Realizing that the research had made great progress, Shirley felt a little complicated for a moment. For the time being, she did not intend to report the situation to her superiors.

She leaned back in her computer chair and covered her eyes with her sleeves.

"Tomorrow's date... it's nice to change my mood."

……

The next morning, Shirley put on a black sweater and a fleece-lined navy blue hooded drawstring jacket, ready for her trip.

The little white mouse that survived yesterday has been disposed of by her along with the other little white mice to prevent any other problems from occurring.

Today is a bit slow...

Shirley raised her wrist and turned her watch slightly. The time was around seven fifty, and the agreed time was eight o'clock.

Her sister always liked to pick her up a while in advance. In order to prevent her from finding a pattern, the time of advance pick-up was different each time, which made her feel that she was a bit childish.

"I really should have advised her to forget that terrible man..."

Shirley frowned.

Although she didn't know the details, she at least knew that he had ulterior motives in approaching her sister.

He used his sister to get close to the organization, and after the truth was revealed, he fled alone.

These were no secrets, Winnet had told her about them a long time ago.

Dai Moroboshi was an undercover agent from the American FBI, and he had escaped in disgrace two years ago, leaving her sister alone.

Her sister seemed unaware of this and thought that he was on a mission and had not returned yet.

"Although it's too cruel to shatter her expectations," Shirley sighed, "it's better than doing nothing..."

Shirley was worried that this man had not given up and that he would use her sister again, putting her in an irretrievable situation.

The sound of a car engine rang out and Shirley walked out of the institute.

She was a little confused.

Today's car is not the one my sister usually drives.

"Did something happen on the road? Why are you so punctual today?" Shirley sat in the passenger seat and felt something was wrong.

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"No, I came out a little late today."

"Could it be that the man contacted you?"

"Oh, no." Winnet, dressed as Miyano Akemi, quickly denied it. She started the car and asked, "Have you had breakfast?"

"Not yet," Shirley whispered.

Winnett noticed that Shirley's outfit today was very casual, which made her look even more beautiful.

Shirley is still the same, having low blood sugar and feeling sleepy in the morning.

"Did you stay up late doing research again last night?" Winette drove out of Sanhe Pharmaceutical. She had practiced driving before, but she was still a little rusty.

"It helps me be more alert at night, but I get eight hours of sleep."

"Do you want to sleep a little longer in the car?"

"A bit of morning breeze will wake you up." Shirley rolled down the car window and changed the subject, "Why do you suddenly think of an amusement park? I'm not a child anymore."

"A person who sleeps in a daze and doesn't know how to moderate his life is just a child."

"Sister, you are as naive as a child." Shirley fought back slightly.

During this short time together, Shirley felt something was wrong. With her sister's financial situation, it was still difficult to change the car. Not only that, at this time, her sister would usually give her a candy, as if to redeem the time when she took care of her sister when they were young.

Although there was no problem with the conversation, her sister never called her "Shiho". Even if there was nothing wrong, her sister liked to call her name twice.

Perhaps it was the research progress that made me a little hypersensitive. The person sitting next to me was unlikely to be someone else, after all, he knew me well.

The only one who could hold a conversation with him so fluently was Winnet.

However, Shirley felt that it was not impossible. The last time, Winnet broke into her room disguised as an entourage. However, pretending to be a sister was somewhat evil.

Shirley raised her head and rested for a while. As soon as the car stopped, she heard a burst of cheerful laughter. The front of the tropical park was already crowded with people queuing up.

When her feet touched the ground, Shirley remembered that there were such places in reality.

Winnett pulled Shirley out of the parking lot and to the end of the line.

Shirley squinted at the winter sun. In the golden afterglow, the sign of Tropical Paradise was faintly visible.

You can't see the end at a glance.

The queue seemed to be quite long, but it was okay to wait for a while if you come here once in a while. Shirley put on her hood to prevent tourists from accidentally taking photos of her face.

The hat made Shirley's vision seem narrow, and after a few seconds, she felt a cool breeze brushing against her cheek.

Shirley looked up and saw that it was a glass bottle with yellow flocs flowing inside.

"Freshly squeezed juice is a good way to replenish sugar."

As expected, the sister was very strange. She had changed her usual bag and cup. Her attitude was quite similar, but her nails were too clean and the color was like that of a little girl. In the weak sunlight, her skin looked whiter than usual. Shirley thought that the sister in front of her was Winnet pretending to be her. If so, she should have made other preparations.

However, the feeling that this sense of anticipation was being exploited made her feel a little angry.

Shirley decided to hold off for the time being.

After buying the tickets, the two finally entered the park. Although the waiting process was crowded and boring, the space became spacious once they entered the park.

Shirley planned to take a promotional map and plan her route, so she walked towards the staff who were distributing simple maps.

Seeing this, Winette pulled Shirley over, pretended to be lively, pinned a small pearl brooch on Shirley's chest, and said lightly:

"Shiho, I have prepared a guide. Just think of me as a moving map. If there is anything you want to play, you can always tell me... But for now, let's find a place to have breakfast."

Even the tone of her voice was different. Shirley was now completely convinced that the sister in front of her was Winnet in disguise.

And with the help of Vermouth.

Shirley remained calm on the surface, but she had already started thinking about how to "punish" Winette.

……

149 Shirley's Little Thoughts

"Let's go to that outdoor cafe. I think it's quite popular. Besides, I'm tired after waiting in line for so long."

Shirley plans to play a trick on Winnet.

Let Winnet think that the plan has succeeded, and she will expose the disguise at the critical moment.

Winette, who was pretending to be Akemi Miyano, had no idea what Shirley was thinking, and was asking her what she wanted to order.

Shirley took the menu and an idea flashed through her mind. She said:

"Hmm, a large glass of tropical fruit juice...fish fillet sandwich. Sister, do you want anything?"

Winette shook her head, then called the waiter over and repeated Shirley's order.

After the meal was served, Shirley pretended to accidentally spill the sauce on her sandwich when she was taking it.

Shirley was a little careless and confused today.

Winnet didn't think much about it and thought it was cute, but in fact she was completely wrong.

Shirley felt unhappy when she saw Winnet's careless look, as a lover she felt.

She was disgusted by the fact that Winnet and Vermouth were too close. The mature and charming woman made her feel uneasy, and her meeting time with Winnet was limited, which made her trust in Winnet not so solid.

Shirley is feeling very complicated right now.

Her sister is in a bad situation, which makes her feel very troubled, and Winnet's relationship with Vermouth is getting closer and closer, which makes her feel jealous that her territory is being invaded, and she also develops a complicated resentment towards Winnet.

Shirley replaced the straws in her large drinks.

She pulled out one of the straws, then folded the long straw in half, with each end facing a seat on either side.

Winnet, who returned with the tissue, naturally didn't notice this.

In front of Shirley, Winette's judgment always declined significantly and she didn't pay enough attention to some small details. Or, in other words, at this time, there was only Shirley in her eyes, as if she was in a state of frenzy.

Obsession has a stultifying effect, gradually turning people into beasts.

Winnet's attachment also contains this primitive impulse, but she knows how to restrain herself and consider the consequences before doing things. She is like a wolf and remains rational in dealing with situations as long as she is not forced into a desperate situation or attracted by strong temptation.

When she saw Shirley smile, she also felt happy.

“The drinks looked good and the place was more pleasant than expected.”

"That's good!" Winnet said happily, "If you like it, my efforts are not in vain."