The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

reject her.

‘I hope our relationship can remain at the level of comrades-in-arms and friends, please don’t try to go further. It was entirely my fault that I touched you in the first place. You can offer any compensation you want, and I will try my best except to accept you. ’

When saying these words, he looked directly into Nisa’s eyes. Don't take into account her smile that deliberately lightens the atmosphere. Don't leave any room or opportunity. After sending Dao Feng home, he just went out and left. It was up to chance whether we could see him next time. Watson's lips wriggled, his voice struggled hard at the bottom of his throat, and pain gradually arose deep in his neck.

At this moment, as if she knew someone was looking at her, Nisha suddenly opened her eyes.

Watson turned his face away.

The woman's eyes were calm, but it was like needles pricking her skin. If Nisha's teasing behavior when the two first met on the street had some revengeful intentions, then the hug on the rooftop made her intentions clear enough.

It was so obvious that Watson could no longer pretend not to feel it.

Once again, he was forced to face this real-life emotional problem. However, the sad thing is that even if he changes his life again and changes the world, Watson still has no improvement in this aspect.

When it comes to relationship experience, he would say that he has "never had a normal relationship at all."

My first girlfriend only lasted for a month, and I didn't even hold hands with him a few times. The two of them were not in the same school, and they usually used mobile phones to chat. However, they ended up blowing the whistle because Watson was addicted to games on weekends and had no time to reply to messages. It’s really people asking on the phone, ‘What’s more important, me or the game?’, and then...

Then there is no more.

But when you think about it, there are other reasons why this relationship was too short-lived. At that time, it was the first time in Watson's life that he tried to pursue the opposite sex. He had no experience and because he didn't want to fail, he kept his dog-licking attitude very low. How low is it? It's so low that Watson himself took the initiative to say something like "I don't care if you have a boyfriend, I just want to be good to you."

As a result, the girl accepted all the good intentions, but did not formally agree for several semesters. After graduation, Watson found out that he actually had a boyfriend, and he was in the same class as him. What's even more outrageous is that the girl often talks about Watson to her boyfriend, such as, "If you don't cherish me, I will go and get along with Watson."

It was simply a shock to the soul.

From then on, Watson swore in his heart that he would never be a licker again in his life. It’s not like my condition is very bad, why do I need to do such a demeaning thing? Some people are born with an innate talent for playing with their minds. If you really want to lower your attitude so low, even a seemingly ordinary person would have the guts to trick you.

As for why the two became friends later...

In fact, it was because Watson stopped licking that the girl began to think about how good it was to lick the dog, and then took the initiative to chase him back. Unexpectedly, after one month, they had enough of the indifference of gamers, so the two broke up peacefully.

After this incident, Watson never took the initiative to please any woman except his mother.

Later, my girlfriends were all posted by myself.

It's true that there are relatively good relationships, but in the end Watson always looks like a weak salted fish, which makes people exhausted their enthusiasm, and finally breaks up on their own initiative.

Watson knew very well that in his heart he was constantly refusing to go any further. He is afraid of the helpless separation in the future and possible betrayal, so he never dares to be too involved, nor does he ask too much from the other party. If it were a normal man who had been in love with the same partner for a year or two, he might have finished everything.

And Watson just asked for a kiss.

It is true that it is a bit naive to compare the love in student days to the adult world. But Watson really doesn't have more experience or anyone else to help him analyze this problem for a while. He understood that his avoidant attitude towards feelings was not entirely because of the green tea girl he met when he first fell in love, but because of the strong insecurity in his heart that was different from ordinary people. But it goes back to childhood, and Watson doesn't want to look back at that memory for the time being.

"What are you thinking about?"

Nisha’s voice brought her thoughts back: “You’re not thinking about your girlfriend, are you?”

"…and something else."

"I want to ask...your girlfriend, is she human?"

Without trying to ask what the ‘something else’ was, Nissa leaned her face closer and spoke softly. Upon hearing this question, Michela's face immediately popped into Watson's mind.

Are we considered boyfriend and girlfriend?

Watson feels that this issue is not easy to define. He and Michela are currently in a strange and ambiguous state. This state was not unilaterally promoted by one party, he could feel that Michela himself also intended to do so. And strictly speaking, the change in the relationship between him and Nisha due to that misunderstanding seemed to have occurred earlier than Michelle appeared...

"......Yes."

After a few seconds of silence, Watson answered with one word.

It's all a lie anyway, just take it as real.

"Humans..."

Nisa had a smile on her lips, not knowing exactly what she meant. But Watson didn't want to play a guessing game with her and asked directly: "What exactly do you want to say?"

"If you think she is old in the future, you can consider coming to me. I will not age like humans, at least... the shelf life can be hundreds of years." The vampire princess held her hands under her ribs and deliberately held her up. Chest: "Of course, if you are firm, then I will sincerely wish you a hundred years of happiness, but can your wedding be held at night? I really want to see her..."

Watson glanced over: "Are you confident in yourself?"

The smile on the woman's lips became more obvious. She turned her body towards Watson in her seat. The curve from her waist to her thighs was astonishing, showing her unparalleled beauty: "Don't you really like this? I think so. Just watch it, I won't bite you."

If you really bite me, you will most likely die.

Watson didn't say this.

"Okay, beauty."

With a hint of teasing on his lips, Watson raised a few fingers towards Nessa: "I need to rest now. Can you please act as a vampire princess who can't speak for a while?"

"No problem at all."

Nisha's smile did not diminish at all, her two heroic eyebrows raised a few times, she blinked and sat back.

Watson turned his head to the left outside the window, and in the profile of the glass, the original playful expression disappeared without a trace. The brightly lit streets of New York are still so bustling, exuding the intoxicating nightlife inside and out. But now Watson is no longer in the mood to watch. There is an increasingly heavy feeling in his chest, and it has become difficult to breathe.

This is not a game, you scumbag.

This isn't a video game, Watson.

He said this to himself in his mind.

This is not the kind of love game you played in your previous life. There are a lot of beautiful female characters, each of which you can happily play with; and then collect them as trophies, and there is basically no jealousy between them. This is a living world, Michela is real, Nisha is real, and they have their own thoughts and personalities.

You can't treat them the same way you treat game characters.

Put away your sick otaku love mentality.

That can't be called love at all.

Outside the narrow window, the continuous oncoming cars almost formed a circular scene. Feeling the stimulation of the light shining through his eyelids, Watson soon realized that he had unconsciously chosen a very despicable method: he was trying to 'attack' these women at the same time.

This is a typical idea of ​​​​playing games, providing help to every female character you can pick up, accepting any of their requests, solving all their difficulties, so that these people will unknowingly increase their favorability and become dependent on you. When these 'women' fall in love with themselves completely and cannot extricate themselves, most of them can only choose to compromise and accept each other's existence.

This is actually what game manufacturers do deliberately.

They know that most players like this set.

Especially in the era when video games were just starting out, almost everyone wanted to be a hero that attracted much attention. I am the protagonist in the game, and only I can save the world. From the invasion of wolves in the suburbs to the invasion of the devil's dimension, all these problems cannot be solved by others, only I can solve them, because the game is designed this way. As for the characters in those games, of course they will also be very fond of me. I want to find some beautiful women to be my wives. Will anyone still refuse?

In games, many players can always bypass the moral and legal constraints in the real world, constantly hinting to themselves that ‘this is just a game,’ and satisfy their inner desires in the simplest and most direct way. Whether it is to be an evil ghost who kills people without blinking an eye, or to be an emperor with a harem of three thousand beauties. This isn’t just for male gamers, it’s also true for female gamers.

There are always a few games that can meet your needs————

Because deep down inside you really want to experience this. Human beings are such contradictory creatures. Whatever they want, they will get satisfaction through media that stimulate imagination, such as music, pictures and words, even if these things are not physical objects in nature. This approach can sometimes encourage them to improve themselves, but sometimes... it can make people escape from reality.

Watson recognized this despicable desire in his heart.

Michelle, Nisha, and perhaps more women, they hesitated to refuse, but in their hearts they actually wanted it.

That's what you're thinking, Watson.

The problem is, you know it’s wrong, but do you really want to overcome it? If you were really determined to change yourself, how could you have died suddenly in your previous life?

He suddenly felt very funny. He had killed hundreds of people since his time travel and was reborn, and he rarely felt any regret, but instead he felt entangled and troubled about this kind of thing.

......

"We're here, come on, Watson, help me carry him over."

Two hours later, in a dilapidated warehouse near the railway, old man Whistler stopped the car and asked Watson to carry someone. Seeing that Watson easily lifted the big black man up by himself, the old man simply let go and walked aside to fill up the car with gasoline.

But his actions were really rude.

The refueling nozzle that had been opened in advance was inserted into the fuel tank, but a small splash of gasoline had been spilled on the surface of the car, wasting like a puddle. This wasn't the most eye-catching thing for Watson. The old man Whistler actually stood next to the gasoline and lit a cigarette, with the lighter shaking on his finger and his old face looking content.

I'd better stay away.

After silently placing the blade on the operating table, Watson turned around and found a chair. Just then, a young black woman came out from behind the piled goods in the warehouse: "Whistler, are you back?"

The woman was wearing a white medical coat, but she was holding a gun in her hand. After taking a few glances at the other person's naturally long curly hair and facial features with obvious black features, Watson recognized the woman's identity: Karen Jensen, the heroine in "Blade Runner 1".

The anticoagulant she invented is a killer weapon for vampires.

Karen originally worked as a hematology specialist and coroner in the hospital. When a blade massacred a vampire dance hall, it was broken into by the police and she had to leave a high-level vampire and run away. As a result, the vampire, whose whole body was charred, was sent to the hospital by the police. He went crazy and bit Karen. Blade, who came to finish the work, chose to save the woman. The two parties reached a cooperation on the study of vampire infection, and then they just fought and killed each other until the end of the movie. Unexpectedly, this woman actually chose to stay afterward.

I don’t know if it’s because of the salary, or if the film crew didn’t even think about making a second film when they were filming “Blade Runner 1”. In short, this woman who once developed the antidote to vampires disappeared directly in the second part, and the heroine was replaced by Princess Nyssa.

Incidentally, the actress who played Karen Jensen later starred in "Aliens vs. Predator."

"There was shrapnel lodged in his body."

Old man Whistler walked over with his lame leg: "Karen, you have to perform an operation on him to take it out."

With a long sigh, Karen looked at the blade with distressed eyes. She didn't speak any more, she just got disinfectant and props and started to remove the black man's body armor.

Don’t introduce yourself just yet.

Watson simply slipped into the inside of the warehouse and began to look at the vampire hunter's weapons. It has to be said that these people don't know where they got the idea to magically modify all ordinary firearms. For example, this bullpup version of the Mossberg 500 shotgun has been modified into a muzzle-firing silver nail head version, exactly like in the movie.

"If you want, I can give you a few."

Old man Whistler came over, his white beard twitching as he spoke. He was obviously very proud of the collection here.

"I'd rather buy it myself. There should be some place in New York that makes these things, right?"

"Yes."

The old man raised his eyebrows and reached out to pick up a boomerang: "A few decades ago, vampire hunters mostly made their own weapons. But now the technical conditions are much better and everyone is more familiar with each other. At my age Older people are more suitable for logistical and technical work. As for using them, they still have to be left to the able-bodied young people."

Picking up the pen and paper on the table, Whistler handwritten several addresses to Watson, which were shops that made silver weapons. Of course, these stores all have formal businesses and legal licenses on the surface, and ordinary people will just think they are ordinary stores when they walk in. Generally speaking, only by matching passwords or being introduced by acquaintances can shopkeepers open another hidden store cabinet.

But even so, there have been tragic cases of being destroyed by attacks.

Vampire spies are everywhere, and the two sides have been fighting like this for many years.

A few minutes later, Watson came out carrying some silver-plated weapons. When he saw Nissa, he leaned on the shelf at the entrance of the warehouse. He glanced at Karen who was hugging Blade, and Watson glanced at Nissa: "Let's find a place to chat."