Miss Moriarty wants to save Mihua Town today too

Fingers touched dried blood clots.

This scene was a bit weird in Winnet's eyes. She wanted to go to Shirley's side, but she didn't know what to say.She stood up, up and down, up and down, but she didn't know what to say.It is impossible to tell the truth about all the bloody things that happened tonight.She was suddenly a little afraid, afraid of Shirley's opinion.

She doesn't think it matters if she is slandered and criticized by others, but if Shirley makes a fuss about it and feels disgusted and distrustful of her, she will not know what to do. Lost to the brink of hell.

The devil never left her.

Her original story was like time on a clock, only the hands were turning on the dial—a chronological development that lacked the compactness of the story but reassured her.This kind of life is monotonous, stable, but impeccable. If she is more ordinary, perhaps this impeccable pattern will continue forever.

However, she abandoned these things because of her desire, and she also involved Shirley in her story because of her desire, but she never thought about any conflicts. Obviously, desires never lead to conflicts, and the resolution of conflicts is only temporarily suppressed. The medicine for the disease, from the very beginning, the conflict between her and Shirley was secret and intense, and she only realized it now.

Whether it was in the past or in this life, Winnet lacked the opportunity to express freedom and opinions. Just as she accepted the life of a believer, took over the work of her adoptive father, and now joined the organization, she was always confused and carried a light illusion.

Winnet swallowed, waiting for Shirley to speak first.

She likes the saying that Sister Alyssa used to say——

People have to make choices.

Simple and honest answers are the ones you can trust.

Now, as if waiting for some kind of judgment, she quietly looked at Shirley who picked up the mask.

Unexpectedly, Shirley put the mask on her own face. Since the mask was a bit big and dark, it was extremely incongruous on the little girl's face, like an exaggerated scene in a horror movie.

Xueli only wore it for a while, then took it off, walked to the water table, and washed the blood on the surface of the mask.

Winnet watched the scene, Shirley turned, walked by, took out a red marker, and drew on the mask.

She came to her senses, and when Shirley put the mask back on her face, she saw a row of sharp jagged teeth like a child's graffiti.Sharks, Winnet decided.

Shirley lifted the mask up and covered her bangs, looking back at her, there was only a smile that turned on deaf ears.

She couldn't help standing up, came to Shirley, and stretched out her hand.

She wanted to touch Shirley's cheek, but finally she touched the edge of the white mask, no, it should be called a shark mask now.

"This is more suitable for me, what do you think?" Shirley asked softly.

Winnet felt her throat tremble, "This is my mask."

Shirley nodded and tiptoed to stroke Winnet's hair and cheek.

"It's mine now. You don't want it?"

Winnet shook her head, pressed Shirley to touch her palm, and exerted a little force.

This look looked a little funny, obviously she was the taller one, but she was comforted like a child being touched by her parents, which reminded her that when she was a child in her life, every time, Sister Alyssa did the same.

When she was not used to the difficulty of seeing at first, she often fell down. Although she did not cry, Sister Alyssa always comforted her in this way.

This made her feel very embarrassed, and took Shirley's palm like picking a leaf.

"But what do you want it to do? It's neither cute nor fashionable." Winnet still didn't understand.

Shirley has the answer to this question in her heart, but she doesn't intend to say it.

Language is sometimes very romantic, but sometimes it destroys romance. Similarly, sometimes it can be extremely embarrassing, and it is impossible to laugh it off when you speak it outright.

She put on this mask, which means that she accepts Winnet under this mask, and also means that she is willing to share the so-called "sin" with her.

Shirley does not believe in ghosts and gods, and science is the source of all explanations, but she has no idea of ​​imposing this concept on others. There are things in the world that science cannot explain, so she has no idea of ​​​​shaking Winnet's belief.

Even if there is retribution, she is willing to bear it with the person in front of her.

"Don't mix me up with those innocent girls." Shirley shook her hand and walked past Winnet.

Seeing that Shirley didn't want to answer, Winnet began to guess.The biggest possibility she thought of was that Shirley wanted to know what she was doing. If she put on a mask and made some disguise, it would not be difficult to take her there.

However, this is dangerous.

She has the confidence to go through dangers and trials, but Xueli is different. She is just a researcher and has not undergone systematic training. The key point is that she is not willing to let Xueli suffer risks.

Winnet was nervous, she couldn't help asking, "Are you going to follow me to watch those things?"

"If you agree, of course I am willing." Shirley was startled, and then she realized that the stupid fox was thinking in the wrong direction, but she still answered affirmatively, "I don't have sophisticated research instruments, nor a reliable one. The computer analysis data. Once you leave, I can only read the delusional theories of those musty-headed old men in magazines."

She picked up the mask again, "Don't worry, I won't take part in dangerous things, besides, it's still there, isn't it?"

……

081 Cold-eyed rehearsal

Winnet thought to herself, if it doesn't work, she can still use the excuse of supervision.

It's not a problem to bring Shirley by her side. The problem is that she has no spare time to take care of each other during the mission. She really can't rest assured that Shirley is allowed to get along with other members. Before it was too late, someone would become angry, which was not good for her.

They might not hurt Shirley, but what else they would do, Winnet could not fathom.

"Fool," Shirley pinched Winnet's cheek, "I know what you're thinking, it's nothing but the consequences of a fool, don't combine me with the stupid image in your mind, I know I should do what."

"Well, I believe you."

"No! You should be like this, stretch your face a bit longer, and put on a bad face." Shirley stretched out her two palms and kneaded Winnet's face, shaping her somewhat startled face into a cold and disgusted one. .

Winnet felt her cheeks were dry and awkward, because she always showed people with a smile. If she had a straight face and scolded those dubious guys, Sister Alyssa would punish her and beat her with a cane. the palm of her hand.

"You should look at me coldly so they don't think there's anything between us," Shirley said.

Nothing, what else can there be?

Although Winnet understood Shirley's intentions, she was still a little uncertain. Besides, it was difficult for her to express her disgust to Shirley.

"Even if it wasn't like this, they wouldn't think so." Winnet felt that she had a gentle smile in front of people, at least before she showed her murderous intentions.

"But some people will think too much, Jean and Belmode. Because you are a woman, the universal prejudice against women is that they are always sentimental, have a stupid sympathy, and then behave incomprehensibly."

Upon hearing this, Winnet snickered. "It seems that there is nothing wrong, little friend Shirley." She said, while grabbing Shirley's hand that was pinching her face, "It's like now. Actually, you are worried about me, right?"

"Worried about you?" Shirley said, "Don't get me wrong, I'm just afraid of being implicated."

"I don't agree with my heart."

"Whispering guy, if you don't sleep, it will be dawn soon."

"Understood, sentimental Shirley; don't worry, I must act ruthlessly enough to make them never think that I have a good relationship with you. You can also pretend to hate me a little, so that my performance will be more realistic."

Shirley's expression became gloomy. She walked to the bed, sat down, stared at Winnet with a disgusted expression of looking at garbage, closed the window with the faint street light, and drew the curtains.

"Oh!" Shirley spat, "Do I still need to pretend? Some poor idiot doesn't know how annoying I am!"

She turned back and covered the blanket without haste, completely ignoring Winnet.

Now Winnet also felt that the joke was a bit too much, but in this situation, Shirley often laughed it off. Could it be that she touched some minefield?

A girl's mind is really hard to guess, if she is also the kind of unpredictable girl, maybe she can know a thing or two about Shirley's thoughts.

After tidying up hastily, Winnet lay down on her bed, with a faint warmth coming from her back, thinking that this was the trace left by Shirley, she turned over agitatedly.But her sensitive nose smelled Shirley's breath again, as if a dense mark had been marked here.

She tossed and turned, and her sleep was slower than usual, and the quality of it was also reduced, as if she was not the only one sleeping in this bed.

She also saw another existence in her sleep; two hands that pulled out the quilt, slightly messy hair, a foot protruding from under the quilt, and a curled up body.

This dream only lasted for a short moment before she woke up, her sensitive ears exploring the environment before her mind.

She saw Shirley squatting beside her bed, still holding her cell phone.

"You've got in touch." Shirley turned and sat beside her, speaking nonchalantly.

"Is that so... What time is it?" She grabbed the thick big brother.

"It's still early, for the holiday. However, you probably won't be able to enjoy it." Shirley lay down sideways, "Get ready to get down, you should take me there with you."

Winnet read the message on the phone, and it was not a small operation to wipe out the leader of Aberius. Ji Luxi, Belmode, and even Cohen and Chianti would come.

"Many members will come, Shirley." She wanted to touch Shirley's cheek, like touching a cute doll, but she withdrew her hand, "I hope you don't come, because it's not safe."

"Safe?" Shirley asked, "You're talking stupid again, how can you call it absolute safety? It's safer to be protected by organized people, right?"

To be precise, I don't want you to be bullied by other people in the organization.

Winnet disassembled the words in her heart, and she could sense that Belmode didn't like Shirley, and this kind of dislike probably represented the attitude of most people in the organization.

Even if they didn't hurt Shirley, they would never make her feel better.

Winnet understands the psychology of people who have been in contact with Satan. There are twisted places everywhere, like a honeycomb full of holes, but the condensation is not a sweet content like honey, but a kind of terrible larva, densely packed, All-pervasive.Whenever desires ferment, the larvae will drill deeper, eat the marrow and taste, and evolve into monsters that devour people's hearts. Jealousy, hatred, prejudice, and viciousness will be the best nourishment.

Even people as pure as angels can be tempted by the devil, as for the devil, he can't wait to embrace his big family and fall into a deeper abyss.

Facing Winnet's unease, Shirley brushed her hair from her forehead and smoothed it out.

As Winnet's eyelids grew still, Shirley felt a surge of emotion brewing in her chest, and it was uncharacteristically violent.Before it creeps in and takes her mind to equally unusual locations, she stands up, using Winnet's shoulders as a handrail, and walks over to the little bookshelf she's accumulated all these days.

"Get ready when you wake up." Shirley warned.

Winnet calmed down and got out of bed. She vaguely felt the change in the color of Shirley's cheek.That might be blush, she thought.

She just took care of herself so that she didn't look sloppy like a refugee, put away her guns and knives, and got ready to travel.

This time, no one came to pick her up. As for taking Shirley's motorcycle, it was out of her consideration. If the noise of gas cylinders were really on the street, the police would try their best to follow them to the meeting place.

When I think about it, I feel terrible, and it becomes a fight between the organization and the FBI, a firepower confrontation like a street fight.

She still had enough food from last night, she walked out of the bathroom and saw that Shirley was also getting ready to go.She was wearing a dark blue jacket, palm-colored trousers, and an oversized cap.It made Shirley look like a skinny boy.

"What? Is there something wrong?" Shirley asked, seeing Winnet staring at her.

"No, let's go."

……

082 Witch with Thousand Faces

After the mode of transportation was determined to be the subway, they traveled together.Because it was late, the subway Nabi and the two imagined it was crowded. Winnet wanted to say to prevent separation and grabbed Shirley's hand, but Shirley grabbed her hand first.

She didn't wear gloves today because she didn't want to get dirty with the gift from Shirley. Her mind sank slightly, she felt the warmth of her palms, and spent a pleasant time in the crowded station, just like a morning outing.

Shirley is so cute!Winnet suddenly realized that she had jumped out of the dark pit of the organization to watch.

When the morning sun shone on Shirley like a spotlight, her fair and immature face, dark eyelashes, and neat and straight eyebrows looked even more beautiful and eye-catching against the backdrop of an ordinary and somewhat cool outfit.The hair is tucked into a peaked cap, and Winnet sees the graceful contours of her cheeks and neck.Her lips were slightly pursed, and she always had a face looking down on the world, but even that was very cute.

Because it wasn't a blemish, it was a feature, and it magically gave Shirley a depth of charm beyond a pretty face.

No wonder, Winnet thought, tangled and tangled like cobwebs—no wonder she couldn't ignore the child.

If Shirley grows up, her point of view will definitely change drastically, and now there are already signs, like the theory of heretical astrology to interpret astrology charts-some things have been foreshadowed from the very beginning.

The life in the organization made Shirley's personality a bit awkward. Although Shirley is not the kind of open, easy-going, and approachable image, she still has helpful and kind intentions, and at the same time carries a strange sense of mystery.

This sense of mystery and charm existed from the very beginning. When Belmode mentioned the word "genius", it had already begun to condense.

When they got out of the car, Shirley asked her, "And then, where are we going to meet?"

"An underground casino." Winnet felt a little embarrassed. To be honest, that kind of place is not suitable for children.

"That's really bad. I hope you don't get into any bad habits."

"Uh, am I the one who should be worried?"

Winnet said awkwardly, Shirley pushed her back lightly.

Shirley looked at her and smiled smugly, as if the vices of the world were completely untouched by her.

Winnett followed the signs of the code to search, and after passing the main road and the shopping mall, she came to an amusement park called Tekat. From the outside of the amusement park, she could see a recently renovated observation tower, tens of meters high. , there is a track with amusement facilities nearby. Looking along the end of the track, it is a relatively new street. There is a club opening on the street, and that is where they want to go.

Winnet noticed that Shirley was drawn away by the amusement park, and thought to herself, she really hasn't escaped from the category of children.But she is also the same. The amusement park is indeed attractive to her, but the stickiness is not strong.

If there is a chance, she would like to take Shirley to the amusement park once.

In her impression, Japan is a place where amusement parks develop very rapidly and maturely, and it is not difficult to achieve.

Although they didn't walk very far, the two of them ran to a members-only club that was somewhat conspicuous.The lacquer signs hanging on it are all decorated with gold lacquer. The exterior decoration has a bit of hotel characteristics. In the details, there are rose patterns like street lamps in old England, which shows that it is a relatively luxurious place. .

Even underground casinos are not open to the poor and bad gamblers.

Before they got close, a car appeared in front of them, and a man got out of it.Winnet looked at the man, because he was obviously coming towards the two of them. His appearance was fierce and vicissitudes, but his figure was not tall. There was a scar near the corner of his nose that extended to the corner of his mouth, as if he had just finished serving his sentence. The ferocious criminals released from prison can't help but keep a respectful distance.

Winnet had never seen such a person, maybe related to the organization, maybe not.

"Let's go," Winnet said to Shirley.