Miss Moriarty wants to save Mihua Town today too

While cutting the tomato, Winnet also secretly stuffed a small piece of raw tomato into her mouth.

Shirley put the fried bacon on a plate, and seeing Winnet waiting obediently beside her, she couldn't help but wonder who was the younger one.

She figured that if Winnet had ears and a tail, they would have started to wobble long ago.

Where have all the solemnity and demureness of being a priest gone?

As expected of a killer who could be easily bought for fifty dollars.

Shirley came to the dining table with her share and found that Winnet was waiting for her instead of eating. After seeing her take a seat, the killer lady who called herself a "priest" began to pray routinely.

In short, thanking God for her food.

Although it can be dismantled, it is not necessary.

After all, she is the one who actually cooks these foods. To some extent, she has risen to the same level as God in the heart of the other party.

"I said, should you tell me something?" Shirley made herself a cup of instant coffee, "My affairs are not a secret in your eyes, but I don't know anything about yours."

Winnet was a little overwhelmed. She didn't know why Shirley was bringing this up all of a sudden now.

She originally wanted to say something vague to prevaricate, but when she saw those sharp eyes that were slightly squinted, she felt that lying would be seen through.

After all, she was not good at lying, and under the watchful eye of the Lord, she would only do it to avoid some embarrassment, such as when someone asked her about her life experience.

It seems that Shirley is asking about the same kind now.

"Okay, then I'll tell you about myself." Winnet is used to telling stories. Of course, there must be something hidden in it. It is impossible for her to talk about anything about her past life—let them silence her heart forever The sea—it doesn't even make sense to mention it.

However, Shirley, who was sitting on the opposite side, was already prepared to be deceived.

Because if things don't go as she imagined, it may be difficult for her to continue to get along with Winnet like this. The essence of human communication is to treat them differently, just like stuffing medicine into different boxes.

The impression determines which side to put the other party on, whether it is close, or hate, and needs to be alienated.

But maybe, in fact, I don't care about those anymore.

If Winnett was a liar, she would have already achieved success. Shirley thought to herself that she might become her supporter—she couldn't face her with hatred.

……

034 She's so good at it!

"Then I ask the Lord to testify, what I told you is all the truth," Winnet smiled and made a swearing gesture, "I am a child picked up by members of the organization - the former home was burned to pieces Net. I grew up on the edge of London, and I received a Christian education. There is no special reason, because the adoptive father who picked me up is a priest."

Shirley felt that Winnet's appearance was unusual - although she didn't seem to be lying, she didn't seem to be talking about herself.If it is hard to say, hesitant, and only talk about form rather than specific content, she can still understand-she would rather hear something vague, half-spoken, and asked Winnet to decide for herself.

Such a relaxed attitude, on the contrary, made the self-report untenable, as if there was something absolutely ulterior.

"When did you join the organization?" Shirley tried to ask.

"Probably this year?" Winnet was still confused about the strange time change, "I have a vague feeling about the date."

"Oh, so short."

"Because my adoptive father died, so I was found by Belmode."

Winnet's voice was serious and cold, as if she was distressed by the death of a relative.

Shirley had no way of judging what kind of mood Winnet was in, but she could more or less guess her purpose of arranging the guns.

Revenge is always an insurmountable theme for human beings.

"Later, as you saw, I was forced to agree to Belmode's invitation, come to the United States, and then receive training in a certain organization's stronghold. I was really shocked, I didn't expect it to exist, systematic Killer training method. Belmode and the instructors said that I was very talented, but I never felt so. Whether I played some simple tunes on the piano or made an oil painting of field lilies, I often gave up halfway, as if As far as I'm concerned, it's all just for entertainment. When my mentor, Sister Alyssa passed away, the emptiness in my heart is getting heavier. I always want to forget something while taking over some things from my adoptive father. , Some past events that make me feel bad."

Shirley found it unpleasant to hear, because her words lacked weight.

The stale wording was like the script of an old-fashioned puppet show, so that the image formed in her head was like a guy who was being chased by life and gradually cornered.

However, in fact it is absolutely not the case.

Shirley has a deep understanding that once something is said calmly, it means that there is a heavy core inside, which is incomprehensible to others.

"It's not difficult to take your life, Shirley. There is nothing more fragile than human life. I take it for granted. However, even though I have participated in some underground forces and criminal groups, I still feel like I have been blessed, and my life is strong enough. I thought it would be more dangerous in the organization, but it turned out that I seemed to be very strong, and I survived the terrible training with ease... To be honest, that time made me feel very relaxed, I didn't need to think about anything, just completed the training I was already exhausted. When I was performing a mission, I walked into the institute alone with fear, but when I killed my enemies with my own hands, the fear was gone, and instead, I felt that I was alive It feels weird, right?"

Speaking of the word "abnormal", Winnet's voice still did not fluctuate.

To Shirley, this voice was harsh, calm and cold, and it seemed that it did not belong to Winnet who had been with her for a short time, but to someone else.

Perhaps, wanting to inquire about something is a wrong move in itself. Her sensitivity to people's hearts and thoughts is far from what she expected.

I know, what can I do?

If someone asks about his sister, even if he tells the other party, the result will not change, just like now, even if he knows Winnet's past, it doesn't make any sense.

unless……

Winnet slowly raised the corners of her mouth and said with a smile, "I told a story that sounds rather boring."

"I don't think it's correct to judge by whether it's interesting or not," Shirley felt her mouth dry, and took a sip of her coffee. "However, there are still hidden parts in it, right?"

"A secret makes a woman woman."

Winnet imitated Belmode's appearance and said this sentence leisurely, but the next moment, Shirley pinched her cheek heavily with her hand.

"Well……"

Sure enough, the girl always didn't play her cards according to the routine.

"The attitude of pretending makes me very uncomfortable."

Shirley let go of her fingers, leaving blush marks on Winnet's cheeks, and then raised her chin and began to eat, "I don't want to hear it now, you are like this now, so it's good."

Winnet pursed her lips lightly, and continued to put the food into her mouth, whimpering and making a delicious sound.

Inelegant, but the best compliment to the person who makes the food.

"Girls are really unpredictable, people can't guess..."

Winnet made some complaints leisurely, and then said, "Thank you for the hospitality, I'm full."

Shirley stared at the back of Winnet leaving the table to pack the tableware, with a somewhat gloomy expression.

Although she couldn't see anything on the surface, she could feel the black quality pervading Winnet.

One day, will she also become a cold, ruthless killer like Gin?

Shirley swallowed a piece of roasted tomato, the salty taste was wrapped with sweet and sour, it seemed that Winnet, who was standing at the sink, had also become a piece of tomato, the sour taste was wrapped with the bitter taste of the broken core—a taste she didn't like.

If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't ask so many questions. It really affects my appetite.

Shirley didn't eat much. She was bored with her self-seeking, and entertaining Winnet for such a purpose seemed ulterior motives.

She guessed that Winnet must want to maintain the state of getting along with her before. With a whimsical attitude, when she walked up to Winnet with a plate, she began to regret it again, regretting tearing the other's wound with her own hands.

Shirley walked to Winnet's side without saying a word. The closer the distance was, the more vivid the feeling brought by the faint smile on the corner of Winnet's mouth—hypocritical and used to cover up.

"It's fine if I come, after all, I didn't help much when cooking."

Winnet was a little embarrassed. Even though she was older, she felt like she was being taken care of.

Although she doesn't know how to cook at all, only the bread prepared for the Holy Communion is handy. In the past, Sister Alyssa would pester her to teach her how to cook, but she always said, "Anyway, I will never know how to cook in my life." Married" was rejected.

Think about it carefully, rather than working hard to learn cooking by yourself, it would be easier to find a girlfriend who cooks deliciously, right?

The inertial thinking left over from the previous life is still functioning well, Miss Winnet thinks it's ironic enough.

Seeing that Winnet took the initiative to take over the work, Shirley didn't say anything. Instead, she took out rubber gloves from the cabinet and handed them to Winnet.

"Such beautiful, soft hands," Shirley smiled, "wouldn't it be a pity if they became rough?"

Winnet: "..."

Is this being teased?

She is very good at it.

……

035 The Fox's Tail Was Caught

Putting on some rubber gloves in a daze, Miss Winnet continued to wash the dishes.

To her surprise, Shirley remained on the sidelines, watching her like a supervisor.

Did you get something on your face when you were eating?

Winnet shook her head in her heart. With Shirley's character, she would not remind her in a tactful way.

"Anything else to order?" She muttered weakly.

"Why don't you just change into a maid, so we can change to a better house." Shirley put her palm on the tip of her nose and yawned again, "A rich oriental man with something like a pet Such a combination of Western girls, is it quite common?"

When Miss Winnet heard this, her shoulders trembled.

It's so devilish!

She could already imagine herself wearing a British-style maid outfit, with a collar tied around her neck, being led by Shirley.

This will not work!

She, Miss Winnet, is a good girl with self-love and dignity!

Ugh!

Winnet sighed softly, what kind of strange things do little girls look at these days, this is obviously a joke, why does she look so much like a plaything raised in captivity?

Well, when she wasn't wearing the priest's clothes, it was true that people who didn't have eyes often came up to tease her.

When encountering such a situation, Miss Winnet always kindly persuades the other party. If the other party doesn't look at God's face, Miss Winnett has to manually disqualify the other party from going to heaven—to help him solve the distress of desire.

Winnet shook her head desperately, flicking the fox's tail behind her head, "That's not so good, is it?"

"joke."

Shirley muttered for a while, then returned to the dining table and read another magazine.

Winnet wiped the cold sweat off her forehead with her hands, and she obviously didn't use the tone as a joke. She was afraid that Shirley would really report back to the organization. Served Shirley as a maid.

She has never enjoyed the life of a maid, but she has to serve other people. Just thinking about it makes her feel very uncomfortable.

This topic came to an end soon. Seeing that Shirley had devoted herself to gem magazines, Winnett also started to prepare for the trip.

"Where are you going?" Shirley asked.

"Try to see if you can get money from the passbook Belmode gave you," Winnet replied, "By the way, buy some necessities."

"yes……"

"During the time I'm away, you are not allowed to act without authorization, including leaving the attic, and don't answer anyone knocking on the door."

In the middle of Winnett's instructions, Shirley interrupted, "I'm not a child, of course I understand what you mean, if you are really worried, you can take me with you."

"Uh……"

Seeing Winnet hesitate, Shirley said sarcastically, "It seems that there is something shameful."

Miss Winnet was distressed, she was really just planning to buy something, but she had a weird feeling of being caught by her girlfriend when she was stealing food outside.

In her heart, she agreed with Sister Alyssa's evaluation of young women—always relying on feelings and intimacy.

"I think I'll need a musical instrument," she said, "and some suitable clothes."

"It seems that you don't really want to spend anything on me." Shirley put down the magazine and teased.

"No...well, let's go together. You should know the reason why I don't want to do that. The two of us walk side by side, it's too conspicuous."

Shirley ignored Winnet, she knew it clearly, but even if Winnet was alone, she would still be conspicuous on the street.Although there are no Europeans walking on the street, young and beautiful girls are definitely more conspicuous than bus plates.

"Put this on." Shirley tossed a hoodie to Winnet.

She put on the same dress herself, with a hood covering her hair and face.

Seeing this, Winnet knew that Shirley also had her own considerations, so she took off her vest and was about to put it on—

"This is terrible! I bought a summer style." Shirley pressed her forehead with her palm to cover one eye, "You need a piece of underwear to surround your lovely body, otherwise you will be regarded as looking for customers High-end products... Or, you plan to walk on the street with this sexy look, although I don't care..."

Although it doesn't matter if you are naked in front of the same sex, being stared at by Shirley like this is another matter.

Due to her lack of plumpness, Ji Luxi's stretchy training clothes that exposed her belly were a bit loose for her, and there were also dried blood on the vest she wore before. Winnet thought for a while, and tore the vest with a dagger, The lower part was wrapped twice around the chest, and the knots were hidden under the armpits, and the clothes Shirley gave were put on outside.