Miss Moriarty wants to save Mihua Town today too

She thought, maybe it was just thinking too much.When purchasing that day, they did not prepare warm clothes, such as woolen hats, gloves, scarves, masks, none of them, and they wore them casually. The long gown made of cotton and linen was not warm enough for Shirley to wear. Cold, this possibility is not small.

Since there was no means of transportation at hand, Winnett planned to take the subway and choose to get off at a station close to her destination.The commercial street next to the subway station should also be more prosperous, and you can buy the items you need. Unlike the place where they live, the law and order are average, and people dressed in punks often gather.

They got off at a square. In the center of the square stood a statue, which seemed to be carved randomly, including Greek and Nordic mythology. Anidos and the tree god crowded together, like a small storytelling party.

She was looking for the location of the shopping mall in a daze, but since she had never been here before, she was not very clear about the route, so she only recorded the direction of the castle accurately.

Then, she felt Shirley tug on her sleeve, and she turned her head quickly to look back.

Winnet couldn't see through Shirley's expression. She could only clearly feel the changes in her cheeks when she smiled or frowned. Besides, she lacked a systematic understanding of that handsome face. Looking at Shirley, she looked in the direction she was facing and her fingers.

"There's a glove shop over there," Shirley said.

Shirley had a thought the moment she touched Winnet's palm.She felt that Winnet's palms were very cold. Before that, she felt that Winnet's body temperature was low. It was hard to imagine that she could act as a killer. When she ran, it was like a ghost riding a swift Even in the state of poor eyesight, she has almost no worries at all.

She thought to herself, this is probably the reason why she always hurt herself.

When a person lacks fear of things, it is easy to injure himself unknowingly, with bruises all over his body and still not knowing it.

However, he would get lost in Linlang's shop instead.

"That's right, your hands must be cold." Winnet rubbed her head shyly.

On impulse, she brought Shirley out without much thought.

"No," Shirley took a deep breath, "it's your hands that are too cold, which makes me feel very uncomfortable."

Winnet was stunned by this sudden sweet talk. Is it equivalent to buying gloves for her? She couldn't help thinking about it. Although she prefers handmade cute things, this is what Shirley wants to buy for her. Who has that? Can you let Shirley give her a gift?

Have it?Impossible!

In such a comparison, Miss Winnet suddenly felt a little happy.

Pulled by Shirley, she pursed her lips and came to the glove shop.Unlike glove shops in London, there are no tulip flower beds and elegant and decent decorations in front of the door. It does not contain the temperament that has been accumulated over the years as if only ladies can enter. It is more full of life, and the windows are full of samples. , separated by a layer of glass, it was blurry to her.

"What style do you like?" Shirley asked.

Then she saw Winnet's absent-minded look, knowing that it was useless to ask, after searching and selecting a pair, she found a pair of cotton gloves with cute patterns.

Although she thinks the retro European style is also very suitable for Winnett, but she thinks it is better to be simple, cute and cute, and she does not like courtesan women.When paying, she picked out a pair of black gloves for herself, and as for the money, it was a $20 bill snatched from Winnet.

After putting on the glove, Winnet stretched out her finger and stared at it preciously.

Xueli felt that no matter how shabby her life was, she would not have seen gloves before. She was too easy to be satisfied and coaxed too much. Sooner or later, this kind of silly girl would be deceived by someone with ulterior motives.

After walking out of the store, Shirley said in a low voice with a slightly barbaric tone:

"In addition to serving the Lord, you should have other pursuits, or hobbies. Don't take the evil behavior of the organization as normal, it will do you no good at all, even the most vicious murderer needs other content to adjust— — quirks or preferences. Like these gloves or something else, something that gives you something new.”

Winnet grasped the palm of her hand, feeling warm, but she didn't understand Shirley's meaning.

"You're right." She saw Shirley as a source of many novelties.

"When you get in touch with more things, you will understand that a pair of gloves is nothing special." Shirley said, putting on gloves herself.

She decided to change Winnet's old, narrow vision.

"Huh? The point is not the gloves." Winnet asked graciously and confusedly, "It's because it's a gift from Shirley, but I prefer handmade products."

Seeing Winnet's smile, Shirley wanted to reach out and stroke her forehead.

It really is a fool!

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070 Then I'll Carry You (Sixth Watch)

Winnet was a little apprehensive, but she still took the initiative to shake Shirley's hand.

When a thing has a beginning, she feels that it is no longer a difficult thing, even though it was more difficult than reaching the sky before.

To become close to Shirley, for her, it is a thing beyond heaven.

Overlapping the soft fabrics, she didn't feel the slightest resistance. She turned her head slightly and saw Shirley curling her mouth and showing a faint smile.

Could it be laughing at yourself?

Winnet blushed, walked forward without saying a word, her pace intensified, and when Shirley couldn't keep up with her rhythm, she came back to her senses.

The cheeks frozen in the air became more stiff, and embarrassment also flowed in her heart. Surprisingly, Shirley didn't choke her with words.

"Where are we going next?" Shirley asked.

"Uh, to buy some food?" Miss Winnet felt her tongue was not straight, and she stumbled, "Because I plan to go outside the city."

Shirley sighed.She knew that Winnet could not come up with a well-prepared plan. Maybe it was okay in terms of tactics and planning, but she was a complete layman when it came to dating.

However, it is also good for laymen.

She thought to herself, if Winnet was good at this, she would find it unpleasant instead. A woman who is too familiar will always make people think that she has a past. Whether she is charming or not, everyone has different views and ideas.

Maybe it's because she keeps loathing herself, and she doesn't like people with similar personalities to herself.

Well, I guess there is no one who would like a woman with a prickly body and a harsh speech.

Shirley laughed to herself.

That is to say, such a fool in front of him can accept her.

She said, "Then you have to prepare lunch?"

Winnet's head wandered for a moment.She knew that Shirley knew everything.

Shirley didn't wait for Winnet's answer, and corrected her with a slightly energetic tone the size of a fingernail.

"Winnet, go further and you'll be Electric Street." Shirley snorted helplessly, took Winnet's arm, and walked to the other side, "Since you want a picnic, you should buy ready-made ones." Deli is better. You don't mind a sandwich and juice, do you?"

"do not mind."

Seeing Winnet's shy expression, Shirley walked towards the coffee shop on the corner of the street.

The hand in the palm trembled slightly.

This can't be hidden from her bright eyes, Winnet is nervous, she doesn't quite understand, what's there to be nervous about, the little ghosts who are a bit younger than her are kissing in the street openly, running to a certain bush or corner of the street , just do it like that.

Although it is not a common phenomenon, the silly girl in front of her is too innocent.

Shirley bought sandwiches and juice, neatly packed in paper bags.

She saw Winnet staring at the glass window in a daze, and she couldn't help but look in that direction. She passed by a few people who looked like gangsters, turned into the alley and disappeared.

She knew that their worlds did not overlap.

But she didn't know how they would continue to get along.

Homosexuals, a marked noun.

Whether she likes Winnet, why she likes Winnet, and how she thinks about the future, these questions cannot be answered for the time being.

She feels that she is not a person who has a good impression of the same sex in the traditional sense, and the current physical state is not yet mature. It is probably only because she has been used to being alone for a long time that she has strange feelings for Winnet in front of her.

The title of homosexual alone represents incomprehension.

Even now, when homosexuality is listed as a disease in many countries, it has always been a hot topic in university psychology, and many psychology circles describe it as a defect, and describe people with this tendency as pathetic. Worms, interpreted by Freud's theory, mean that they still stay in the original happiness, which is described as tragedy.

For every point of view there is a counter to it, either out of good intentions or just trying to spark an argument.Even the labeling of homosexuality as a disease was caused by the inferences and activities of the first gay rights activists in Germany in the late [-]th and early [-]th centuries, including now. Their behavior is regarded as a biological defect , even more sinful in religion.

If nature is sinful and morbid, that suits her just as well, and homosexuals don't count for anything in all the rebellious entries.

It's just that this is undoubtedly a sin for Winnet.

Not only that, in the books she has read, the words linked to it are all "abnormal", "morbid", "derailed", "degenerate", "abnormal", and "disgusting". In ordinary concepts, They are also stigmatized with exhibitionists, copper smelters, interracial copulators, and if a painter or musician is gay, they are also regarded as pathetic.

Shirley shook her head, throwing out similar thoughts, and glanced at Winnet.

Well, judging from her condition, I'm afraid she hasn't even touched her fingers before, and she trembles nervously when she holds hands.

As an Easterner who has lived in the West for a long time, Shirley still knows that even between same-sex people rarely have physical contact, and the United States is considered one of the most open places.

"What are you looking at?" Shirley took the paper bag and was about to go out.

"Ah," Winnet shook her head, "I seem to have heard a gunshot, but it should have nothing to do with us."

"Gunshots..."

Shirley murmured, but she didn't realize it at all, thinking, Winnet's ears are really as sensitive as a fox's.

"Why," she asked, "do you want to go and have a look?"

"No, I don't want to be a part of that today."

Hearing Winnet's reply, Shirley couldn't help but bend the corners of her mouth.

Like this stupid fox in front of her, she doesn't have the slightest scheming emotionally. This sentence is equivalent to saying that she would rather stay with herself and spend the day together than the trivial things that arouse her attention.

"Then let's go, how far are we going?"

"About an hour's walk?" Winnet calculated. Although it only takes about 10 minutes by car, the speed is very fast. Shirley's walking distance is also a problem, so it's a little bit beyond expectation.

"Phew, transportation is really necessary." Shirley said.

"Indeed," Winette agreed. She also thought about getting a vehicle, but it was difficult to determine the speed of herself and the surrounding vehicles by hearing alone.

This is a matter of experience, but obviously there is no place for someone with poor eyesight to accumulate it.

"A member with a dignified code name, why doesn't he even have a car?"

Shirley slyly tiptoed to Winnet's ear, and quietly blew.

Miss Winnet blushed instantly. It wasn't that she couldn't afford a car, it was just that she couldn't drive it.

I'm so angry, when she develops, she must find a driver who is as versatile as vodka, no matter whether it is a car, a tank or an airplane, she can drive it all!

She swore secretly in her heart.

"Then I'll take you there."

"Eh?"

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ps: push book:

Ark Orange Man, the main plot direction, the author is super cute, and can also perform comics!

071 Ghost Fire Lolita

Winnet began to suspect that she heard it wrong again. In the past two days, she had a lot of doubts like this, and they were all concentrated on Shirley.

A 13-year-old child will not have a driver's license, a most obvious common sense.

But genius is not so easily restricted, and it should not be judged by common sense. In fact, her guesses about Shirley based on experience are probably wrong, so she will always be very embarrassed by Shirley.

At this time, Shirley let go of her hand and walked outside the store.

She chased after her in a hurry, but Shirley did not run away, but put the paper bag into her arms leisurely, and then walked to the street selling household utensils. She followed slowly and saw a place full of motorcycles. Her window had a poster of a punk band on it, and she rarely listened to pop music, so it wasn't clear which band it was.

Just as she was thinking, Shirley walked into the store.In the space where she was stunned, Shirley turned back again, with a reproachful expression like "what are you doing there?"

She felt like a marionette, she was dragged into it by Shirley for some reason.

Then Shirley, who was like a little adult, rubbed her chin and thought, her eyes went back and forth like various exaggerated locomotive workshops. Winnet smiled awkwardly. She saw that the boss was a mohawk and an airplane, and she felt a little uncomfortable. Her aesthetic is free, but it doesn't quite fit her aesthetic.

Shirley seemed totally oblivious to the metal punk style, finding a motorcycle and riding on it, like a kid who is keen on carousels, which surprised her.

However, accidents are accidents, ghost fire loli is not feasible!

Miss Winnett had heard about the tragic deeds of all kinds of will-o’-the-wisps in her previous life, and she had long regarded motorcycles as scourges in her heart, and she even avoided walking. In her heart, riding a motorcycle has been equated with dangerous extreme sports.

"Don't you want to give me a gift?" Shirley jumped off the motorcycle with satisfaction, "How about that?"

Winnet looked in the direction Shirley pointed, and there was a motorcycle that looked like a large black beetle. The shape alone gave her a bad feeling, especially the two stout motorcycles embedded in the body. The trachea was almost like the wings of an airplane, and she could already imagine how this thing would cause a storm on a straight road with no one in it.

but.

but……