Miss Moriarty wants to save Mihua Town today too

Miss Moriarty also wants to save Mihua Town today Author: Romeo Tanaka

My name is Winette Moriarty, a time traveler and a professional missionary.

Lives next to a church in the suburbs of London, good at divination, unmarried.My hobby is peeling oranges, my favorite book is "How to Make Marmalade" by Mrs. Biton, and my favorite music is "LILIUM".I listen to the confessions of believers every day, and kindly guide them in the solution of "no blood".

Before going to bed, I must eat a bottle of marmalade, and then play Bajiquan for half an hour, and occasionally discuss with the wanted fugitive in the neighborhood, as many as I can.I live a regular life and am a standard beautiful girl, but the doctor said that my blood sugar is slightly over the standard.

As much as I love peace and dedicate myself to people and harmony, there are always mafia, thugs, wanted criminals who hang around my house and fall at my adoptive father's feet, weeping and reverently calling him "The Godfather".

Until one night, a woman in black who called herself "Vermouth" approached me, told me that my adoptive father died unexpectedly, and asked me to join a mysterious organization...

So, I came to Mihua Town, an international crime city......

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(Conan Fanwen, the main character, Zhenjiu, Orange.)

Volume One

001 The alcoholic is himself a devil

"Oh, dear Miss Missionary, you must have been sent by the 'Godfather' to save me! Thank God! I'm damned, even with such a perfect plan by the 'Godfather', I missed it... Please, Missionary Miss, I'm being targeted! I must escape this terrible place now!"

The man looked left and right, his gaze fluctuated up and down, and he looked like he was in a war.

He is tall, but stooped, his hands are as big and rough as the rosettes of agave, his eyes are wide open, like the beginning of "Vertigo", and his face is haggard.

"Mr. Robert, please follow me."

Winnet walked leisurely and led Robert through a small street to the edge of the Regent's Canal.

Along the canal is a boat road, surrounded by a series of boat houses and barges, nearly two hundred yards long, which looks like a small village from a distance.

The nearby warehouses and shops are complete, and not only the real crew members stay here, but also many down-and-out artists and writers.

"You look like a frustrated painter."

"Really? I'm actually a gardener, but there used to be painters who came to paint my work."

"No, there is something poetic about every lost soul here. Don't you think so, a corner abandoned by the Lord and the world?"

Robert was taken aback, thinking that he was indeed a missionary under the 'Godfather', and he spoke so artistically.

Before Robert could answer, Winnet took him to her boat.

A short barge with a faded bow.

The lamp is a gas lamp, with a stained glass lampshade shining outside, causing the twilight like black stockings to flow a colorful silhouette.

"Mr. Robert, please pull the cable."

Robert pulled down the long and mottled cable, found that he couldn't pull it, and gritted his teeth again, but there was still no change.

"It seems that the journey of escape has exhausted you physically and mentally."

Winnet tugged the cable lightly, and at the same time as the call came, she turned the oars to drive the barge without a power system.

Robert was in disbelief.

Am I really scared enough to be soft?Obviously only fled for a long time?

Embarrassed by having a frail woman row the boat, he sat wobbly for a few minutes, grinding his ass so badly that he stood up.

"Miss Missionary, let me row for you!"

He had to behave like a gentleman, so as to salvage his image in the eyes of "The Godfather" a little bit.

"You are a very considerate gentleman."

Winnet handed the oar to Robert, and at the same time got up and got into the curtain of the cabin.

Just listening to the girl's voice, he felt as if he had returned to his boyhood, facing a cold, calm, young and temperamental girl.

Robert felt a renewed strength in his upper body.

Just as he was paddling more smoothly, vigorously, and faster——

"call out!"

Robert took a tight breath, and he slowly let go of one hand holding the oar, and slowly placed it on his chest.

When the pain hit, he realized that he had been shot.

It's a sniper!

In front of him, the Miss Missionary was poking her head out from behind the curtain.

She had taken off her turban, and her long silver-blue hair was tied loosely with a black hair tie, and a hyacinth barrette of the same color as the priest's attire was her only adornment.

"You... you are not the 'Godfather'..."

Robert still wanted to say something, but his lung lobes had been punctured, and it was already very difficult to breathe.

"Don't leak information about customers to others. This is the principle set by my father... I think you have probably guessed it."

Robert's eyes widened: "It's Sabina! That bitch!"

The noise of the cruise ship on the water drowned out Robert's spiteful shouts.

Winnet dragged Robert, who was dying of excitement, into the cabin in the boat and continued rowing.

The bells of St. Martin's Church rang.

Six forty.

Night gradually enveloped the water surface, and the little blood stains left on the boat dimmed together.

Halfway through the barge, it stopped at a remote wooden dock. Two blindfolded men in black who had been waiting for a long time approached and saluted Winnet on the boat.

"Miss Priest!"

"Take this man back to the church, along with the usual food purchases."

"Yes, ma'am."

Winnet got into the battered van.

After loading the car, two blindfolded men in black sat in the front seat and asked tremblingly, "Miss, do you know when the 'Godfather' will return? Our boss hopes that the 'Godfather' can personally design a 'blueprint' for him."

"It's enough to find me for things like fighting for territory. A while ago, I received a postcard from him from the United States, and he won't be back for a while."

While answering, Winnet pressed her shoulders and quietly removed a black square from the inside of her thighs under the robe.

She pretended to tidy up her hair and remove the hair pins, and when she pretended to be looking for it, she placed the black square object on the base in the back row.

"Haha, we will explain to the boss."

Winnet didn't smile, which sent chills down the spines of the two sitting in the front seat.She was actually thinking which gangster these two belonged to. Since the last reshuffle of the underground forces in London, she really hasn't observed this carefully.

Feeling a bit tired.

Forget it, it will blow up anyway.

Winnet gave up thinking.

The last time I received a letter from my adoptive father was half a year ago.Winnett and him set a fixed contact time of three months, and considering the delay of the letter, the time would not be doubled.

Winnet guessed that the old alcoholic probably died in the belly of some woman.

Even on the streets of London, her adoptive father would put on a New York accent and say to passing ladies, "Hey, boob girl, how much is it once?"

It's even worse than the little bastards on the street.

The "Godfather" of London's underground criminal group, the existence that makes children stop crying, turned out to be like this. Presumably, even a down-and-out homeless man would spit on it.

Winnett has spat countless times since she was a child.

Half an hour later, the van arrived at the small church where Winnet lived.

The church has no name, and since she was picked up by her adoptive father, she has lived here most of the time.Occasionally, Winnet would assist local residents in weddings and funerals. Although she was still young, she was proficient in her business. The crosses woven with ferns and hyacinths were well received, and she was not paid, and she was very popular with nearby residents.

Behind the church is a cemetery, which is one of the reasons Winnett is doing so well.

The two gangsters had already changed into the costumes of transporters, transporting the man and the ingredients to the warehouse of the church, and transporting the man to the prayer hall.

Before parting, Winnet said to them, "May the Lord bless you, my friends."

The gang members laughed it off as a greeting from the church, and returned to the car.

After they exited, Winnet took a prayer posture, closed her eyes and knelt in front of the statue of the Lord, and said, "Please come out, Miss Sabina."

From the confessional room on the side, a woman with heavy make-up came out. Her rough skin was covered by a heavy foundation, her thick lips were the color of a "prohibited" traffic sign, she was smoking a cigarette, and her jewelry was crackling. The peace of the Lord.

Winnet walked to the altar, fetched the sacrificial cup, poured bright red wine, and took bread.

"My friend, after enjoying the Holy Communion and tasting the grace of the Lord, go to Him and you will be blessed." Winnet held the mass.

After the process was over, Sabina stood aside and said, "Ms. Pastor, why do you need to pray for a murderer?"

After she finished speaking, she took the wine glass from Winnet's sacrament and drank "the blood of the lamb".

"Heh... ah!!"

Before Sabina finished her drink, her expression became ferocious, and she strangled her neck desperately, making a sound almost retching, but before she could vomit, she fell straight down like a scarecrow caught in a strong wind, becoming motionless .

"Amen."

Winnet said the last words of prayer.

Looking at the fallen woman, Winnet shook her head.

"Sure enough, Sister Alyssa is right..."

"The drunk is the devil himself."

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ps: A newcomer and a new book, with many shortcomings, Jesus, give the author a bite to eat!

002 Miss Missionary's Diary

"The floor is a bit cold."

Winnet thoughtfully stuffed Sabina into the wooden box containing Robert, let the two lie down side by side, put their hands together, and groomed them with the usual funeral standards.

"Ah, the crosses are used up again. Sister Alyssa is right in complaining. Nowadays, people don't pay much attention to wreaths, decorations and etiquette. They only want crosses. The more crosses, the better! Alas!"

Winnet sighed. Compared with the cross, wreaths are simply slow-moving items.

Winnet licked the cuts on her fingers like a kitten, and began to quickly weave with ferns and hyacinths. When she was done, she closed the lid and dragged the heavy wooden box all the way to the cemetery behind the church.

It was originally a cemetery built after the war, and was used by her adoptive father as a vegetable garden for a while.Later, the funeral industry developed rapidly, and it returned to the right track.

Ms. Winnet, who is skilled in business, held up a shovel and dug a beautiful square hole.

After the burial, I prayed a few more words for them, and then wearily returned to her small room only ten feet away, and opened the notebook with a black leather cover and a cross embroidered in the middle.

Turn to the first page——

【Redemption Diary】

[Mission: Stop Robert Joyce's crime. 】

[Remarks: The gardener Robert had an affair with the hostess Sabina Connor, instigated by Sabina, Robert decided to kill the hostess Goss Connor, and bought a criminal plan from you.However, the whole thing does not seem to be so simple. 】

[The task has been completed. 】

[Persuasion performance: very negative (evaluation decreased: B→C). 】

[Blocking process: Not blocked (reduction in evaluation: C→D). 】

[Client's situation: death (reduction in evaluation: D→F). 】

[Criminal result: Unsuccessful (evaluation improvement: F→E). 】

[Special evaluation 1: The related person Sabina died (evaluation decreased E→F)]