Miss Moriarty wants to save Mihua Town today too

It's very common in toilet paper literature. No matter what, if you add the word "absolute" in front of it, the beep will instantly improve a lot, including in some skill names, you also like to use such words.

She did not hope that there were supernatural things in this world, and "absolute pitch" should not touch that category.

"In this case, it seems that my music level is not bad."

Shirley nodded proudly, and put the guitar into the case.

Winnett gradually got used to Shirley's unassuming personality, and didn't feel any discomfort. If she suddenly wanted to sing hymns sometimes, she might be able to ask Shirley to accompany her—although it was just an unrealistic idea.

Maybe they will go to Japan together, but it is impossible for the organization to place itself by the side of a researcher for a long time. The current situation is like Shirley just played - a short melody.

After purchasing the pre-ordered items, it was already past five o'clock, the sun began to set, the anti-aircraft balloons floating in the sky were orange-red, and the fire clouds left a touch of pink on people's cheeks.

Shirley and Winette had dinner, sandwiches and coffee at a nearby café along the return street.Winnet didn't like sour coffee, so she bought tea and added five or six spoons of sugar to it.The change in temperature caused spots of water vapor to appear on the windows.Shirley bit her sandwich and quietly looked at Winnett's state—a dazed daze—when she was not talking, she always felt that the other party was in a daze.

"Is there something on my face?" Winnet tilted her head puzzled.

"Mayonnaise," Shirley took out a piece of paper and wiped it at the corner of Winnet's mouth, "It's done."

Of course it was impossible for her to admit that there was nothing like that on Winnet's face.

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038 Fashionista Winnet

Winnet nodded blankly, "Thank you."

Her keen sense made her feel that there should be no sauce on her face, but when Shirley said this, she became a little unsure. Compared with trusting her own intuition, she was actually more willing to trust friendly people, of course Liars and devils are not included in it,

One of Miss Winette's specialties is her ability to discern malicious lies—from her skeptical personality about anything unfamiliar.

"You... Winnet, you seem to be thinking about something as soon as you calm down. It's good to be keen on thinking, but you also need to let your brain rest occasionally. A tight thread is easy to break. Some things, no matter what No matter how you think about it, it’s impossible to come to a conclusion, the world is full of ambiguities, isn’t it?”

"Yes."

"I still envy you a little bit, limited freedom."

Shirley took out a handkerchief and wiped her lips. Her expression was as tired as ever. After a few seconds, she changed into a relaxed tone and said: "How about taking it easy, don't you always say 'If you live for the sake of life? Live for the Lord, if you die, die for the Lord' Seeing your appearance makes me lose my appetite."

Winnet is a little confused, so, does her expression look heavy?

She thought about it, and it was true that the old lady in the candy store said similar things before, and everyone liked to make her laugh. For this, she often got some free candy and small toys.

Winnet made hot tea and blew.

"But you finished your sandwich..."

"That's just a description. If it's true, it will be hated by people."

Winnet felt that her mouth might not be able to compete with the other party in her life. The gap in strength was not that big. Moreover, arguing with others was not a good thing, and she didn't like that.

After eating, Shirley called a taxi.

With Shirley's proficient dialogue and tipping skills, Winnett has saved a lot of trouble. She checked the mobile phone that received the message. The content on it was sent by Belmode. In addition to the information about the local mafia, She also gave her another member's contact information-the connection code-the Hermes brand ladies' watch, and the pair of amethyst earrings she got from Belmode.

Back in the attic, Winnet began to prepare.

In Shirley's eyes, Winnet seemed to be a different person. The slightly exaggerated blankness and innocence when talking to herself disappeared, and she became sharp, capable, and vigilant in an instant. She sat at the table and stared at Wen. Nit's actions - check the parts of the gun, disassemble the sniper rifle and stuff it into the piano case.

At first Shirley thought she was going for routine maintenance. Later, when she saw Winnet wearing a watch and holding two crystal earrings, she finally felt something wrong. Before that, she had never seen Winnet wearing it before. any trinkets.

"Are you going to wear it?" Shirley asked.

"Well," Winnet looked at them with a little distress, "to be honest, I don't have such experience."

Whether before or now, Miss Winette has never had anything to do with fashion.If it's just conspicuous features, appearance is enough—it doesn't matter if you don't need them, but the meeting place designated by Belmode is a bar, and if you don't make any preparations, she will be conspicuous enough just by appearing there.Even though she was an adult on the driver's license, judging from her appearance, she was no more than 20 years old at most, and she still had a very tender face.

"You want to dress up more stylishly?" Shirley sighed, "Then why don't you say it earlier? Now we have missed an opportunity to choose."

Hearing the word fashion, Winnet was still a little unnatural. She didn't have this idea in her heart, but Shirley seemed to be very interested after hearing it, and even her tired face lifted a little bit of energy.

Winnet was nervous.

She saw Shirley take out a rough map given by the mall, and then scribble on the paper. A few minutes later, after relaxing, Shirley changed into her travel attire and put on a peaked cap that concealed her face, "It's not very good Is it? I also want to see how you look after dressing up, how about being more confident?"

Miss Winette felt that it was not a question of confidence.

You just want to have fun, right?

However, she seemed to have lost the right to speak, and just passively followed Shirley's rhythm. Although she wanted to refute something, every time the words came to her lips, it was like being stopped by a rose bush full of thorns, and she swallowed again. Back in the throat.

Stuffing Colt and the dagger into the small bag she bought, Winnet followed Shirley on the already dark street, heading towards the bustling street in the south at night.

This street is full of fashion and nightlife, but it's not yet the time for burning passion.Winnet was led by Shirley to a beauty shop. Her hair, which was fluffy at first, became soft and smooth after some magical treatments for Winnet, just like the ones that appear in shampoo commercials. The effect is like silk wrapping the back of her neck.Later, Shirley led her to have her ears pierced. The follow-up was due to Shirley's personal preference, and she only wore one.

On the way to the shopping mall, there are many small hotels, some of which look good, but some are very poor, just like the ones commonly used by women in special industries in movies, and there are even places where people like refugees gather, and the public security nearby She didn't look very good, and while Winnet was looking at the environment, Shirley pulled her closer to a brand-name clothing store.

Seeing Shirley's interested expression, Miss Winnet felt that she was just an appendage of these fashionable clothes, and was occasionally compared by Shirley as a dress-up doll.

The store exudes a smell of dyeing agent and dusty carpet, but the service staff at the front desk are very enthusiastic, probably due to the large gap between the high and low grades of the venues, Miss Winnet scoffed at such a philistine attitude, thinking, why not Treat yourself, but Shirley?

Well, I may not look so earthy, but compared with Miss Shirley's fashion concentration, I have completely fallen into the lower air, and I have fallen into the role of a passerby who no one cares about.

"I think it suits you very well," Shirley said.

Winnet looked over and saw a simple and slim black dress.

Although the visual image obtained is not very clear, the feeling from the feedback tells her that the clothes have many subtle asymmetries, the overall style is hollowed out, and there are shallow ruffles at the waist. In her eyes, this is quite a gaudy dress, although the unity of color and style makes it look simple.

"Uh……"

"Okay," Shirley took out an extremely soft black cloak coat, "You can put it on outside, and it will look cooler, although I think you are more suitable for a fancy skirt, but the silhouette is tough The neutral wind is also very good.”

Does Miss Winette's opinion matter?

She had no choice but to do as Shirley said, and changed her clothes in the changing room, and then she posted a sticker in front of the mirror, "Uh, the person in the mirror is me?"

Maybe someone put a poster of the model on the mirror.

Winnet made a face in the mirror.

The model in the mirror also made a face at her.

"Well... no, it's really me?"

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039 Are you going to shoot at my woman?

She stared blankly at herself in the mirror, not out of narcissism, but this kind of strong change made it difficult for her to accept for a while, accepting that she is such a fashionable and cool girl.

After a while, she walked out of the changing room, "Shiho...I think it's someone else in the mirror, not me."

Shirley sits on a waiting bench, toying with a frilled lady hat.

"Well, it's pretty good."

She tiptoed to put the lady's hat on Winnet's head, rubbing her chin with her left hand and nodding like a judge on a fashion show.

She thought, she really is a beauty, if the current Winnett walks on the street, she will 100% be entangled by talent scouts and men, just like delicious bait, attracting those stupid sardines to swarm straight up.

Shirley felt that she needed a camera to record Winnett's current appearance-her current beauty would make people feel that time flies-and she couldn't grasp it after a while. The men and women in the circle will definitely turn their heads to look at Winnet and discuss whether she is a star who has appeared on the screen.

"You will probably be tapped to make horror movies," she teased with a smile. "Those directors like girls who are extremely beautiful and look like vases."

Miss Winnet didn't believe Shirley's words foolishly. For her, it was like a live teaching class to praise the lady, although it was a bit sharp praise.

When she was growing up, she experienced many compliments from others, but most of them were innocent and cute, and she was God's favorite, except that no one praised her beauty, which might be mentioned in some exaggerated love letters, but in an exaggerated way As a premise, there is no need to believe.She herself could only see the vague outlines of the facial features, but based on the fact that her face was fair, she probably couldn't be classified as ugly.

Her eyes are like amethyst, and her figure is not tall but slender, which is what she often hears.

"Thank you," Winnet thanked, and then asked, "Do I look a little more mature now?"

Shirley slightly staggered her gaze, and watched Winnett's current appearance from the half-length mirror on the other side. She didn't like to be noticed from her expression. The guy is too beautiful to be a killer at all, or rather, it should be a gimmick in the movie-beauty killer.

It's ridiculous.

Shirley doesn't want to classify herself into the group of human beings who can't tell the difference between film and television dramas and reality, but besides art, there are also accidents that resemble art.

right in front of her.

"Mature... I can't say it, but it won't look childish." Shirley said.

After that, she was worried that a silly girl like Winnet who had never seen the world would be cheated by men or people with evil intentions, and she reminded, "Don't be abducted by men to the hotel."

"Of course, I'm not interested in men," Winnet said bluntly.

These words sounded slightly different in Shirley's ears. What does it mean to be uninterested in men, isn't it true to be faithful to God?

She recalled a little bit, Winnet did not mention that she is a nun, probably not a Catholic, but a Protestant. In this way, marriage is not a project that is prohibited, although most of them will require the other half to be a believer, But there is no need to abide by some complicated precepts.

Shirley couldn't help but interpret this sentence in depth. During the popularity of same-sex movies, it was hard for her not to think of the issue of Winnet's gender orientation. Perhaps, this sentence was still revealing another piece of information—only for Women are interested.

As soon as she realized that she had such an imaginary, Shirley's ears turned red.

"I mean hooligans and thugs. Even if you are attracted to a bad man, it's none of my business, as long as you don't offend your god."

"Don't worry, it won't!" Winnet replied affirmatively.

Although it sounds a bit gunpowder-like, Winnet, who is gradually getting used to Shirley's way of speaking, understands that these are words of concern.

In the past, only Sister Alyssa, Miss Fran from the choral team, nurse Modora from the hospital, and Mrs. Monk, who often came to church, said something to her, and most of them were greetings.

It was a novel experience for Winnett to be cared for by someone close to her age for the first time. Even in her previous life, she was always alone with her withdrawn personality.

Guys who have nothing to do with fashion will naturally not be able to grasp interesting topics of discussion. A person is not funny enough, has no unique abilities, and his personality is not active enough. It is normal for a person to be alone. I just want to change this. Miss Winnet had lived her life extraordinarily hard.

It's just that the end of the effort is a bit ironic—all of it is reduced to zero again.

"Your promise feels unconvincing, almost like a guy who yells 'I'll definitely be back, please wait for me'."

"You mean, the lovers who are about to split the two places? Haha...we are not that close..."

"You don't know how to be funny."

Shirley shook her head.

Not only is it funny, but it also doesn't understand the taste.

Dealing with such a stupid guy is like being caught by the competitive spirit of a sports game, passion always trumps reason, and then it doesn't matter.

Doesn't matter, really?

Shirley randomly picked out a few clothes that fit well, counted them into the shopping list, and handed them to Winnet for payment.

With the experience of the day, Miss Winnet's movements of filling out the check became more and more brisk. Seeing the round and beautiful handwriting on it, Shirley couldn't help raising her eyebrows—and looked up to Winnet again.

When they walked out of the store, a short wind chime sounded, and Shirley called a taxi. She knew that Winnet had something to do after this, and she hated being entangled with her, so she decided to leave first.

Winnet watched Shirley off with a smile, raised her arms and waved lightly.

"That's your friend." The driver happened to be a young woman. "Can you give me her contact information? I've never seen her, such a unique and beautiful girl."

Shirley pursed her mouth, crossed her arms, glanced at the driver dressed in a tomboy style out of the corner of her eye, and felt even more unhappy.

She leaned her head back on the back chair, glanced sideways at the other party, "Are you going to attack my woman?"

The driver laughed, "Oh, cool girl. I didn't expect to pick up a colleague! But, you have to watch out for a beautiful lady like her! Not everyone gives up so easily like me, who is pervasively hungry. Wolf—many sisters are good at doing that, and it is not difficult for them to attract little girls, how long will she have to wait for you with your appearance? Three years, five years?"

Shirley shrugged, "I can give her both sex and love. To put it bluntly, you can use any means in love and war, right? If you want to get her, at least you have to beat me. Maybe I should give it to my opponent. How about a glass of sherry with light cream and castor oil?"

"Hahahaha! As expected of a child in the 70s!"

Although it's just a momentary hilarity, the feeling of being competitive is not bad.

She was not worried about what the driver was talking about, no matter how horny a woman was, she would be afraid of a black bullet that was about to hit her forehead.

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040 Mafia Irish Whiskey

After leaving Shirley, Winnet's expression returned to indifference. She pressed the satchel on her shoulder and felt the touch of the weapon inside.

After confirming the location of the meeting place with her mobile phone, Winnett called a taxi again. She ignored the driver's sight from time to time and got off at a bar named Lilia.

She pushed open the door, and there were bursts of muffled conversations inside the door, and the voices of men and women merged.