Miss Moriarty wants to save Mihua Town today too

"It's settled," Belmode said.

This is a good sign for Evelina, she warmly entertained them, and soon after, Cohen, Chianti, Jacques and Ireland also came to join, which was equivalent to a side-by-side relaxation session.

Avelina took out her treasured wine and distributed it to the members of the organization.

But there was no juice, and Miss Winette poured Shirley a glass of water.

An exaggeratedly large villa.

Winnett still maintains her previous point of view. No matter what is built in the United States, everything is very large and spacious, creating a sense of emptiness and magnificence. Even for ordinary residents, houses are built on the edge of the urban area, like a single-family house. Cottage.Chianti choked Winnet in a bit of a panic, but she didn't care, and even took a sip of low-alcohol liqueur.

Miss Winette didn't like alcohol, it dulled her senses, but dullness had its advantages, and at this moment, dullness was good.There is neither the hustle and bustle of the city, nor this environment that makes her uncomfortable.

Shirley sat in the distance, not looking at Winnet.

Although she wanted to help Winnet deal with it, but on this occasion, if she asked so much, anyone would think of the relationship between the two of them.

Since she insisted that nothing happened, all she could do at this time was to trust the other party.

While Shirley was enduring, Belmode suddenly said to Evelina, "Is there anything to treat the wound?"

"I was negligent." Avelina said, "Please follow me."

"Shirley," Belmode raised his eyebrows, "help Abis deal with it a little bit."

"I'm a researcher, not a doctor." Shirley pretended to refuse.

"Okay then... Do you think I will say that?" Belmode caught Shirley's vacillating gaze for a moment, and raised her pocket pistol with a smile, "You better be more obedient."

"Well, for the sake of this glass of water."

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094 You love me

Belmode followed behind, waiting for Avelina to find the medical equipment, leaving Abis and Shirley alone in the room; she led Avelina out of the room on the grounds of talking, and clicked on the position near the swimming pool and French windows Smoked a thin cigarette.

"We don't care about finishing work. If you want to stay in the organization, you must show your ability," Belmode said. "It doesn't matter if you develop power, make money, or other ambitions. Except for the contact with the mud attendees." In addition, to help organize the transportation of medicinal materials, including some semi-military stations in South America, you need to form a maritime trading company to cooperate with the organized pharmaceutical company. Someone will come to assist you in these matters, don't I need to say more? "

"Of course, I will prove my worth."

"Proof? No! What you need is that you can't make any mistakes." Belmode continued, and then moved.

Thinking of the situation just now, Avelina couldn't help asking: "Is it okay to let the researcher let go? It seems that she is not very satisfied with the organization."

"She dared not do anything."

Belmode was smoking a cigarette and didn't smoke any more. After saying this, he turned his head away.

Shirley took the medicine kit and debrided Winnet's wound.Except for the severe knock on the back, the other wounds were just a little bit of skin. After wiping off the blood blisters on the skin, and then simply putting a piece of gauze on it, the cleaning process was almost done; this injury was much lighter than she expected, Because Winnet took most of the impact for her at that time, I am afraid that the heartache was greater than the reality.

Compared with the villa as a whole, the room is very small, and the two of them are very close, as if their lonely hearts are also getting closer.Winnett has not yet changed into a suitable dress, black shapewear and shorts that are not much better than underwear, the skirt is almost completely destroyed, she is sitting in a small easy chair; behind her, The yellow wallpaper set off the golden background; in the mirror, her silver-blue hair was parted like a butterfly with gauze, and the tips of her ears were exposed under her temples.

"After quieting down, I always feel a little weird," Shirley said, "You shouldn't keep hurting yourself. Like the situation just now, it's no big deal for me to bear it together."

Shirley hates this kind of unilateral rescue. In order to pull one person into the light, she falls into the abyss alone. There is nothing more stupid in the world, and it is not even as naive as the fact that both of them can be saved.

Although the situation is not as serious as she thought, it seems to have confirmed that when faced with a bigger crisis and more severe consequences, Winnet may still do so without hesitation.

"That's right, but it's no big deal if I bear it alone." Winnet said, "If you want to bear it with me..."

Winnet sat up in her seat, digging through the drawers, the plumbing of the exposed vanity, the windows, everything.

During this time she destroyed a pinhole camera and a voice recorder.

"Then let's grow up quickly." After doing so, Winnet said gently.

"Why, you still treat me like a child?"

"It's not accurate to look at it," Winnett continued, looking up at the ceiling and blinking. "Even if the mind is immature, once you reach the age, you are not a child. I have admitted that you have nothing to do with childishness." .”

"Hey! Isn't it the same? It's a cliché that priests love to say! Why should I judge by other people's standards when I am in front of you? What is the difference between the priests who are telling themselves that they are wrong and looking for excuses for themselves? Or, you have not admitted until now..."

Winnet's voice trembled a little: "I didn't."

Shirley turned her head so that Winnet would not see the smile on her lips, and she felt that Winnet had fallen into such a complete self-deception that she couldn't hold back the smile.

"It's useless to say more, you are deceiving yourself with a 'pious soul'. Worshiping and loving God, is that really your goal? If Jehovah really gave you a mission, it must be to keep you from being blinded." out in the dark."

Winnet's lips trembled, as if determined to end Shirley's words, but she couldn't find a suitable interruption.

What is Shirley implying?Did she compare me to a priest and her to Gertrude?It doesn't seem to be the case, the relationship between her and Shirley is not such an unequal relationship, and she doesn't mean to deliberately bring faith into Shirley's life.

As such.

Is it insinuating that she is already tempted?

Gide's "Pastoral Symphony" is not good reading for priests.Winette felt her cheeks on fire, and felt the pain of being burned by the fire of hell, and the orange demon accompanying her grew again, because she couldn't deny it.

Winnet felt as if she heard the prayer—

I thank you, O God, that what you hide from the wise, you reveal to the humble!

But for smart people, they all know it well, but they cover it up.Although Shirley always said that she was stupid, Shirley knew that she was very shrewd and could understand all insinuations.Like a hail of arrows, they tore at the veil she longed to hide.

A happy person spreads happiness to the surroundings with the radiation of love, but the surroundings of the two of them are not such beautiful things as light or field lilies; her soul hides black light, and Shirley opens the black box, What good would it do to free her from the tether?She didn't understand why Shirley was stepping towards this abyss.

"you love Me."

Shirley said.

"But it's not just you, I also love people with pure hearts in the world."

Shirley was not fooled by that, and she added:

"No, it's not. You're lying, did you ever love anything else? You were just taught to love that, and you didn't."

"At least I have affection, I..." Winnet argued, but her voice was not firm, and her tone became smaller and smaller, "But you still..."

"Oh! You're always making excuses for this and that." She said impatiently, clasping Winnet's palm on the rocking chair, "but you actually know better than anyone else your immoral thoughts. I I know, there are many things you don't want me to touch, for fear that I will be more contaminated, the darkness of the organization or other things. You want to take me to that peaceful transition in Japan, and let me reunite with my sister..."

Shirley's voice was consistently low and calm, but Winnet heard a faint tremor, as if trying to finish too many words in one breath and lacking strength.

Winnet didn't dare to look Shirley in the eyes, she said, "Even without me..."

"Who knows?" Shirley slid the corner of Winnet's eye with her thumb, and a crystal drop appeared there, "But don't base my happiness on false walls of peace and ignorance."

"I……"

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095 Confession

"Don't interrupt, let me go on. I don't need you to build a comfortable swaddle, I don't have to be 'happy'. I'd rather be by your side, know your sins, share your pain, you're not alone , this is what I want to tell you. These days together, I have thought about it for a long time. Now, I am not afraid of an environment filled with darkness. Winnet, don’t project the sunshine you have bathed on me, okay?"

"But it's always good to stay away from that."

Winnet felt flustered for a while, and this passage was like a torrent of thoughts, which made her unable to hold back and became afraid.Shirley has never expressed her feelings so clearly, every word is like shy petals gathered, but this time, like a flower that blooms when the season comes, she doesn't cover it up.It is the words after such a contrast that have the penetrating power like a sharpshooter.

"Stay away," Shirley said, "well, you have to stay with me, whether it's running away or adding to the crime."

Winnet didn't know what to say at all. At this time, maybe it was the right choice to pretend to be stupid, like playing tricks and changing the subject in modern times, but the scene was so serious, it was more difficult than talking nonsense in front of the church.She was afraid of saying any strange words, shaking the relationship between them.The thought of touching Shirley with those sin-tainted hands filled her with panic.

"You are trembling," Shirley hugged Winnet who was sitting. From the perspective, she seemed to be the adult. "If it was because of me, I don't think I would be happy."

There is no doubt that Shirley took courage.Normally, her words and attitude would be more tactful and obscure, but Winnett was stuck in worry, like a precarious ship, even if it was just a look, the uneasiness reverberated in her chest.

"You just don't see the beauty in the sun."

"Then don't look at it," Shirley replied, "It's a very simple question. Humans can live happily in the sun, but demons may not. How can you be sure that I am not the latter?"

Shirley smiled.

Winnet wanted to say something to refute her point of view, but her courage gathered like dust, and she defended awkwardly:

"You're not, I'm sure you're not."

"You're talking like that again, Miss Priest. I'm not a sunbathing kitten. Sharks are aggressive."

"Man's law, morality, and God's law are not..."

Miss Wynette's eyes widened as she failed to utter the word "Limit". Her gaze was filled with pleading. Whether the scene in front of her was the result of her prayers seemed to have become an argument without an answer.She felt that her breathing, anger, heartbeat, and thinking all slowed down, and all the roundabouts became futile and meaningless.

A breath that almost burns the throat.

Winnet's expression was like a freeze frame in a silent movie.

She felt that only an out-of-body experience could describe it.

When the sense of touch is gradually far away, the conduction of thinking is long overdue.

"Shirley...do you think my love is guilty?"

"If you're not reading a sentence from a novel, then I should correct you...it's our love."

"So, what should we do?"

Winnet suddenly noticed that her voice was a bit stagnant, like dye meeting oil, unable to penetrate her throat.

"As long as you can't give up, the rest, no matter how much you think about it, it doesn't make sense."

Every word seemed to penetrate into her heart.Her hesitation, her fear, and her anxiety were completely covered up like a damaged wall being painted with new paint.Her arms were down, her eyes were down, her lips were drawn down, as if to hold back the intoxicated, fleeting feeling.

She saw the rosettes on the ornate shoes, saw her toes twitch restlessly in the satin shoes, and at last she sighed.

The words of duty and morality seemed hypocritical at the moment, and the unknown dedication was out of consideration. If she said anything else, it would only cover Shirley's sincerity like a sea tide.

What is she dissatisfied with?

"I figured myself out," she said, "and I'll take care of your feelings."

Shirley didn't say any more, just hugged Winnet tightly for a long time, Winnet didn't resist at all, she just stood still like a deep and wonderful night; there was no more movement between the two, waiting After calming down a little, the two separated, Shirley turned around and took a breath, as if to blow off the hair sticking to her arms.

Winnet looked out the window, the air was cold, and the moonlight shone through the open window. She couldn't help but began to recall the time she spent with Shirley. The time they spent together was always at night, and a vague association emerged.

"I should go, you can stay and rest." Shirley said.

Leave Winnet alone in the room.

Passion is always accompanied by calmness, just like the ups and downs of the tone, changing step by step, and her imagination is the same, it didn't last too long.

Influenced by atheism, her beliefs are not rock-solid, but the concept of sin is also common in the secular world, and they accompany everyone as a binding force, including love, which is also limited.

However, she couldn't pull out this sin-tainted love from this heart in her chest. If she wanted to do so, she could only pull out this heart together.She has always thought that the hourglass of time is the only way to precipitate love, but the truth is not the same. How long has she and Shirley been together?It is undoubtedly short-lived, whether she is out of pity, empathy or other things, the fact is that she fell in love with Shirley, deviated from all "right", and stood looking out in the deep darkness.

There was a moment when she really put her hope in the Lord, hoping that He would guide her, approve her...accept her love as divine.

"It's only fools who have nowhere to go to believe in religion... What nonsense, so confused." Winnet muttered.

She didn't want to rest, she moved her body a little, and then returned to the hall where the people gathered.However, the process of enjoying did not last long, and soon after she returned to the hall, it was almost time to evacuate.She could see everyone's distrust of Avelina, and this result was natural, but——

If you go back, won't you be alone with Shirley?

She couldn't help pursing her lower lip.

Then, she immediately bit her teeth, using the pain to dispel her unreasonable thoughts.

"Take my car back," Belmode suggested, "how about it?"

"Motorcycle, but..."

Winnet looked embarrassed, and Shirley had to think about it. Apart from that, she was really against motorcycles.

"Shirley, come along with me. I have something to tell you."

Belmode didn't wait for Winnet to speak, walked into the garage of the villa, and drove out a bright yellow De Tomaso sports car; during the period, Winnet and Shirley stood side by side, and her heart couldn't help tightening.

"Get in the car."

……

ps: 24 chapters are still owed.

096 Want me to warm you up

There are only two seats in the sports car, which made Winnet a little bit at a loss as to what to do.