Miss Moriarty wants to save Mihua Town today too

"No, I'm afraid you will kill me."

Taking pictures of Shirley's attitude so far, Winnet was breathless, but she never gave in. For a thin and weak girl like Shirley, she can press her down with just one finger .

Yes, it is like that.

"Do you want me to tell you that you are stupid again? How could such a thing happen? Angry for no reason, even if it is put in the Israelites, it doesn't have that kind of expression."

Miss Winnet felt that she should hide the booklet of the "Bible". If Shirley read it, some words would suddenly come out and choke her later.

She couldn't help thinking that if Shirley went to a school like that, she would 100% be bullied, her skirts pulled, and pranks were made, just like she was forced to receive compulsory education and was bullied by bad-hearted little ghosts every day.

Because of poor eyesight, people hide their schoolbags and textbooks every day.

If it weren't for the fact that they would be reprimanded by Sister Alyssa for beating people, she would have put them down and piled up a mountain with their "corpses".

Presumably, that is the mountain where Jesus and the devil talked.

"Well……"

Seeing Winnet's deflated look, Shirley laughed, "Why, do you still want me to quote a part of it?"

Winnet shook her head.

She is very aware of the horror of Shirley. She can even remember the content of the magazine half a year ago so clearly. In terms of memory, it is probably the ceiling of human beings. If Shirley quotes classics every day, she might as well just plug her ears Forget it.

She couldn't help thinking that if Shirley went to a church meeting, she would be able to memorize the parish map for preaching and performing missions in about an instant. After arriving in Japan, if Shirley was free, she would still want Shirley to help guide her. Relying on your own observations and notes, it is easy for everything to go wrong.

Having said that, there are more people in Japan who believe in Shintoism, so the task may not go smoothly.

Miss Winnet wants to show off.

Anyway, she plans to be an independent faction, and at most attend the clan meeting.

She wanted to just put aside any "mission of redemption" and not be that damn missionary.

What rescued the people from the great flood and led them to the Noah’s Ark representing redemption, to the Kingdom of Jehovah, it would be too procrastinating to regard these as missions.

Think about it, even the merciful Jehovah cannot accept so many refugees.

Heaven is not something you can go to just by thinking about it.

For some guys who are infected with sin by nature, they are even more untouchable existences. They will be blocked from the door, from the bottom of the abyss, with eyes of burning hatred-until madness and death.

"No, never!"

Winnet shrank her neck and made a whimpering sound, as if a child was acting like a spoiled child.

Shirley moved the food in her hands, and then strode forward to close the distance between her and Winnet.On a whim, she engraved her own image in those clear purple eyes, but the result forced Winnet to retreat layer by layer, twisting her body and hitting the wall, Shirley held her wrist from below.

Winnet's breath became a little hasty, and it landed on Shirley's cheek.

Shirley looked up at Winnet, and picked up a strand of hair that had fallen from Winnet's shoulder.Put it in the palm of your hand and blow gently.

"What?" Shirley sneered, "Such a big reaction?"

Winnet propped her left hand on the wall, and Shirley had just let go of her right hand.Although there was a moment of closeness last night, it was completely different from the feeling at this moment.

The Shirley in her impression was subverted again.

She didn't speak, but just stared at Shirley in front of her. Even if she was very close, she could see a vague and incomplete face, but the depths of her eyes seemed to be entrusted with feelings, as if she was calling for the other party's voice from the depths. The same name, weird and profound, she couldn't help but look sideways.

……

ps: Third watch, continue at night.

068 Winnett Full of Majesty (Fourth Update)

"No, it's very common."

Concealing the inner voice that echoed in her body, Winnet spoke these words in as calm a tone as possible.

Shirley still stared at Winnet's face, "Has anyone ever said that you're not good at lying?"

She put this sentence aside, then turned her body and ran to the kitchen to watch the boiling water.

Listening to the sound of boiling water, Winnet felt as if it was her own heart. She lowered her head, feeling a little awkward in her facial features, and her shoulders trembled slightly, as if they hadn't recovered from the scene just now.

Seeing that there was no sign of sneezing, Winnet hid in the toilet. She originally wanted to take off her pants and squat on the toilet for a while, but she felt a little dizzy, so she turned on the faucet and prepared to take a bath to calm down.

Of course, in a state of injury, it is not acceptable to go directly in and shower.

Winnet stuffed the towel into the basin and placed it under the faucet. After soaking the towel, she took off her coat and began to wipe her body.Although the left hand is still inconvenient to use, the pain has been weakened a lot, and things like wiping the back can be done.

She stood by the sink, took off her ring and hair tie, put the basin full of hot water on her head, and cleaned it with shampoo.

Water droplets flowed near the eye sockets, making her vision even more blurred, and the reflection peeked from the blurry mirror, the facial features and appearance were completely distorted.

She had to come to a bad conclusion, was she sad and wanted to whimper and cry?

"You're a fool," she said to herself, "that's the only thing Shirley is right about."

After sorting herself out a bit roughly, Winnet put on her clothes and came out, her hair was still wet, Shirley frowned when she saw it.

It would be foolish to do so in a state close to a cold.

She brought the ginger soup in front of Winnet, and got a somewhat cold smile, as if she was shivering slightly because of the cold, making a reluctant smile. Looking at Winnet in front of her, she thought of fairy tales like the little match girl .

The appearance is very fairy-tale. Such a description is not an exaggeration for Winnet.

Shirley sat next to Winnet, "Here, drink it."

"If you treat yourself that casually," Shirley said, "you'll treat other people that way, and as far as I know, only villains and hooligans loose their standards."

"Which one do I look like?"

"Like a stupid woman who gave up on herself after being hysterical and hid in the toilet by herself and scratched herself with a knife." She said unhappily, "Do you want to hear such an answer?"

"Maybe like, I'm kind of lost," Winnet said.

She never felt this way when the two hadn't met or known each other.

Suddenly, she felt that joining the organization was a choice that made her feel both happy and depressed. The gaps in her chest were filled in an unexpected and vague state, as if only her subconscious could understand that her life had not yet been completed. Complete, still looking for something.

Could it be that one of the targets he was looking for was Shirley?

Or, someone like Shirley?

Who is the time traveler? Winnet felt depressed on this humid cloudy day. Shirley was not a child, a type she had never seen before. There is a strong sense of presence in front of him.

If it is a manga, then she must be the protagonist.

After drinking the ginger soup, Winnet felt the warmth flow into her body. Seeing Shirley watching, she even felt a little stuffy.

Facing Shirley, who was dragging half of her cheeks and looking at herself from the corner of her eye, she felt very uncomfortable, and she was strongly aware that she was an independent individual, and she was cared for specially.

"Cough cough!"

"There are so many times that I don't bother to say, it feels like I'm your guardian."

Shirley looked a little slumped, which made her think it would be appropriate to put a cigarette in the corner of her mouth, of course it was only on the appearance level - she didn't like the smell of cigarettes.

She smiled cautiously. She had indeed received a lot of care from Shirley during her short life in this small attic, so there was nothing to refute. If she was the only one, the quality of life would probably only be maintained at the bottom line.

Shirley lay lazily on the table and muttered:

"It seems that today is not suitable for going out."

"It's nothing like that, I'm fine."

When Winnet put down the bowl of ginger soup, the table seemed to vibrate for a moment, and she felt that it was her heart shaking, and she wanted to bet on Shirley with the positivity she was born with.

No matter what kind of emotion, complex thinking will lead to fallacies.

Just like a well-prepared criminal plan, if there are too many concerns in the process, there will be mistakes.

"I know you are not the kind of girl who is as light as cotton wool, but you are not in good condition."

Shirley went to the electric stove to cook dinner, tore some vegetables to make a salad, added some milk to stir, made boiled eggs and bread, and prepared light food.

Winnet sat at the dining table. After a while, she found cocoa powder and made a cup of cocoa for Shirley. In her opinion, drinking coffee all the time is not good for your health, especially for a growing body.

During the meal, Shirley asked her what she was doing recently, whether she ran to do any dangerous things, and how could the work in the organization be absolutely safe? He didn't give up, but curiously asked some details, maybe he was going to piece together the whole picture of the incident from the details.

Winnet knew, Shirley knew in her heart, that it was impossible for her to tell her what was really about the Organization.

As much as she hated to admit it, Shirley should already know a part of her personality.

Speaking of embarrassment, Winnet rolled her eyes, trying to make a funny face to tease Shirley, but saw the familiar expression of "Are you an idiot?" The face seemed to say "You are hopeless." up".

Winnet had to laugh a few times in embarrassment.

She felt that there was no one in this world who could make Shirley giggle, so the difficulty was too high.

"It's cute, though."

Saying that, Shirley showed a smug smile.

The last thing Winnet liked was Shirley smiling like that.She will feel that all the secrets in her body have been penetrated, she is always at ease, maybe she is more talented in strategy, but she just uses this talent in other places.

Every time this smile appears, she feels vaguely ambiguous, not an explicit provocation, but a bit of urgency, as if the two people have an extra connection in their lives, possibly because both of them are part of this short-lived family. members.

Hmph, what a cuteness!

Obviously just mocking her, isn't it?

That's why she has a good temper and patience.

"Hmph, I'm going to take you to a good place today! It's useless if you want to refuse!"

Miss Winnet felt the need to project a dignified image of herself.

……

069 Holding Hands (Begging Subscription)

Seeing Winnet's insistence, Shirley let go, "Okay, where are you taking me?"

"Well, it's a secret for now," she said, "just treat it as a surprise."

With her barren mind, all she could think of was the castle in the name of the organization. The nearby scenery was very nice, suitable as a place for outings and picnics.

"Well, I'm not very interested anyway."

Miss Winnet translated in her head.

Hmm, don't say it, don't say it.

After such a transformation, she felt that Shirley was cute enough to be like a child.

The pattern of getting along was the same as before, but she felt that something had changed, a decisive change.

Hooded and nondescript clothes on, the two walk down a stony street with a slimy-looking surface of an aged street lamp, pasted with a torn poster showing campaign faces, but missing Half a head.

It rained last night, and the road surface was even more depressed than usual, with almost no people in sight.

Winnet put her hands into her cuffs, exhaled white mist, and complained in her heart about the date of the world and the unpredictable weather. At this moment, she noticed a small thing sneaking up to the cat, and gently grabbed her bowed four legs. Knuckles.

Winnet twitched her ears.

She felt that her legs suddenly became stronger, and her mouth closed even tighter. She didn't know what this look looked like in the eyes of others.

The weather became a little colder, maybe shaking hands to keep warm was nothing. She knew she was deluding herself. If two women were holding hands on the street, they would definitely attract lewd suspicions and be identified as being possessed by the devil.

If there were any extreme priests, they would have chased after him to perform the exorcism ceremony.

However, Shirley still looks like a little girl, and this may be done just to prevent people from suspecting the relationship between them, using the layer of relatives as a cover.

But the more she thought about it, the more she felt something was wrong, because in appearance, they were like short-haired cats and long-haired cats-they were not related at all.

Miss Winnet was apprehensive.

A sentence suddenly came to her mind: "I am a bull willing to be slaughtered."

It was as if the two had switched identities.

Shirley turned into Satan.

And he is the fish on the knife and let it be slaughtered.

Seeing that Shirley did not speak, Winnet prayed in her heart and put her worries and worries on God, hoping that He could give her inner peace and eliminate her fallacious and unclean desires.