The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

"I'm leaving New York for a while."

Not far from the dilapidated warehouse, the two of them walked at the end of a section of abandoned railway track overgrown with weeds. There was no movement near this point in the middle of the night. Every time the heel dropped, the gravel made a distinct impact. Nessa followed Watson to the right and was inexplicably silent for a while:

"When are you coming back?"

"I don't know, it might take a long time."

After a brief question and answer, the conversation fell silent again. Watson glanced at Nessa a few times and saw that the woman was just following him expressionlessly. This quiet look actually looked a bit like Michelle at ordinary times. Watson hesitated for a moment, and finally decided to stop and get to the point:

"I have to apologize to you, I don't actually have a girlfriend."

Nessa raised her eyes and looked at Watson for a while, then said leisurely: "You don't need to lie to me like this. If you really don't want to accept me, you can just say it directly. Just agree first, don't go around when we meet in the future." I'm leaving."

"I...it's not that I don't like you, you are in line with my aesthetics." Watson looked at her: "This has nothing to do with you, it is my own problem. I just, at the moment, cannot interact with anyone for the time being. People build romantic relationships.”

"why?"

This answer was somewhat beyond Nisa’s expectations.

Watson was silent for a moment, then simply moved half a step back and sat on the cold stone pier at thigh height. In fact, before that, he also wanted to imitate the male protagonists of certain harem novels and use various coquettish tricks to get into many different situations. He spent a lot of time with Nisha in New York, then went to France and fell in love with Michela again, using their feelings for him to cover up information so that every woman felt that she was the only one.

But Watson really hates those who play with emotions, at least at this moment he doesn't want to be a liar. Looking at the confused vampire princess in front of him, he felt a little uneasy, because what he said next would completely overturn his image in the other person's mind.

This would be a very self-destructive statement.

"I don't know what you thought of me before this. But now I have to tell you that I cannot be emotionally loyal. I am a selfish and greedy person who wants far more than A girlfriend, do you understand?”

This time, Watson did not avoid Nisha's eyes: "The 'love' I think about is not fair to you...it can't even be regarded as love. I know this is wrong. , but it may take a long time to correct it, so before that, I can’t establish a relationship with anyone, and there shouldn’t even be any ambiguity... I’m afraid that if it really starts, I will never stop it. Can’t control your own desires.”

This passage is over.

Nisha’s face changed expression visibly.

"This is completely different from what you thought before, right?" Watson couldn't describe how he felt now. He felt a little sad, a little ashamed, and probably more relieved: "If you think I'm annoying now, don't want to If you see me again, I totally understand.”

The woman in front of him still didn't speak, and Watson tried to discern the emotion from that face, but Nessa turned around at this time and gave him a back view. Watson did not continue speaking, he realized that the other party needed time now.

The weather in New York is stable tonight.

The bustling business district fell in front of the two people. From this silent, remote and dilapidated station, the dense lights shrank into large bright spots, which looked very beautiful. In Watson's eyes, the figure blended with the distant lights and snowy scenery, like a beautiful wallpaper picture. If he didn't know the reason, he might really appreciate it.

"You feel......"

Nessa turned around slowly, bent down and brought her face closer: “When can you correct this ‘problem’?”

Watson suddenly felt that her eyes were sharp.

"...I thought you were going to say something else."

"What do you think I would say?" The woman sat down next to Watson, her expressionless face still unchanged: "If a person says he wants to do bad things, but hasn't started yet, should I think he is bad? ?”

"But I'm telling the truth, that's what I really think."

Nessa suddenly stretched out a hand, and Watson subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but he immediately stopped and allowed the woman's cold fingers to touch his face. The fingertips moved gently on the lips, but the eyes were still cold: "Are you still lying to me about the words you just said?"

Watson shook his head.

He wanted to say 'no', but a few fingers pressed his mouth. Looking at Nisha’s eyes, Watson thought it was better to stay silent for now. The woman stared at it for a while, and her expression finally began to soften: "The vampires have plenty of time to wait, for the sake of your face, pretty boy. But..."

She changed the topic: "No kind of love is unlimited. You'd better not let me wait until the day I don't want to wait. Maybe at some point, I will no longer be interested in you? Do you understand?"

Without giving Watson a chance to continue speaking, Nessa suddenly sat astride her.

"Wait! What are you doing?!"

Watson finally struggled to speak a word.

"Get the deposit first."

After Nisha finished speaking, two red lips touched.

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A few days later, on a plane across the Atlantic.

Watson sat in a soft leather wide chair and admired the cloud scenery outside the window.

Sitting opposite was Mrs. Carter, who chose this seemingly unsafe way of traveling. But there is no way. In the vast Atlantic Ocean, the safety factors of ships and airplanes are actually not far apart. Each has its own pros and cons, but it is almost difficult for passengers to survive after an accident.

As for the land plan... it can only be said that North America and Europe are not connected together. Even if you take the undersea tunnel, you will still have to cross the water. The plane will depart from New York, fly northeast over the island of Newfoundland, then pass the edges of Greenland and Iceland, and finally reach the island of Great Britain in an arc.

"This plane wasn't originally meant to transport people, was it?"

Ever since Watson got on the plane, his eyes have always been looking at the various instruments around him. This aircraft looks very ordinary from the outside, much like a large long-distance civil aviation aircraft; but when you look inside, it is full of strange devices and there is no area for large groups of passengers to rest together.

"It is a combat command system and strictly speaking it is not out of the experimental stage."

The old lady took a sip of tea and seemed not surprised by the scene next to her: "This is not the first time I have flown on this plane. Of course, this plane does not belong to SHIELD. I have a few old friends in the military, so they can It was given a task, so I took some seats.”

"Those old friends of yours are pretty cool."

Watson looked at the several F-15 fighter jets that had almost shrunk into black dots in the distance and said this. Paige just smiled and acted like a normal grandma. She looked at the beautiful boy in front of her. Even though she had seen it many times before, the face that seemed to have been carefully carved by the God of Beauty would always make people sigh.

His light purple pupils were hidden under his half-lidded eyelids, looking quietly out the window. From the perspective of Mrs. Peggy, Watson remained motionless in his seat, no different from a sculpture.

He seemed to be thinking about something and was already in a trance.

"what are you thinking about?"

After calling out but receiving no response, the old lady called her name again. Watson's eyelids twitched and he turned his head again: "Uh, what's wrong?"

"You are in a daze." Peggy reached out and put the teacup gently on the cushion: "Maybe it's just my personal feeling, but I think you don't look happy today. Can you tell me what happened?"

Is it that obvious?

Watson's lips moved a few times, not wanting to talk to Carter about this. However, looking at the old man's concerned expression, he thought for a while and gave a vague statement: "I realized that I was...doing a very bad thing, so I decided to stop it before it caused more trouble." before serious consequences.”

"Something very bad?"

"...Well, it's a very bad thing."

After saying this, Watson glanced out the window again. Old Mrs. Carter saw that the other party was not interested in talking now, so she stopped disturbing her, lay her head back and closed her eyes.

But Watson's heart was actually not at peace.

The moment Nisha kissed him, his heartbeat instantly jumped to 180. Not so much because of the kiss, but because vampires can easily injure people when engaging in intimate gestures. Especially the pair of fangs that grow in the mouth. Maybe in a moment of excitement, he might bite his lip with a little excessive force.

I really want to lick Watson's blood into my mouth, and I can't save him no matter how hard I try.

That night, Watson was so panicked that his body was shaking, and Nessa thought for a while that he was suffering from some incurable infectious disease. Then Watson spent a long time trying to explain, and finally managed to convince the woman that his blood was 'poisonous'. Immediately afterwards, Nissa’s eyes were full of sympathy, as if she was looking at someone particularly pitiful.

Watson didn't dare to explain anymore.

If Nisha knew that as long as she didn't bleed, she could do whatever she wanted, she might have some bolder ideas. And if this woman was serious, Watson wasn't sure he could control it.

Think far ahead and focus.

You have to help Carter deal with the attackers today.

Shaking his head slightly to try to drive away irrelevant thoughts, Watson opened the huge suitcase at his feet and began to assemble objects. Old Howard was very efficient. After knowing that Watson needed some advanced weapons and equipment, he immediately called to make arrangements. Watson's request was simple. The stronger the cold weapon, the better; the larger the caliber of the firearm, the better. As for the equipment, since the body's resistance to high and low temperatures is far greater than that of ordinary people, and it does not sweat at all, he even asked Old Howard to make a fully sealed tight-fitting combat suit that can isolate temperature detection and be as insulated as possible.

Watson now wears this suit as an undergarment, and Howard also made a matching full-coverage poison-filtration helmet, which is connected to the neck through several metal rings. If you don't count the helmet, the overall look is like the black tights worn by the heroine Motoko Kusanagi in the "Ghost in the Shell" anime.

Of course, considering that the male form would look a bit scary wearing tights, Watson would only treat it as underwear. He also specially asked for a female version, saying that he would wear it for a friend of his.

Plan passes.

As for the issue of weapons, Howard Sr. also tried his best to meet the requirements. Watson feels that he is becoming more and more like a clockwork man now. He is not afraid of the recoil of firearms because of his physical strength, and even wants to carry a heavy machine gun to charge.

"Let me remind you, the attacker may not really dare to come."

Old Mrs. Carter turned her head to look at Watson who was cleaning the knife, and closed her eyes again after saying this.

"If this were in a movie..."

Watson picked up a .50BMG (12.7mmX99mm) bullet and loaded it into the gun chamber: "As soon as you finish saying this, an enemy will appear immediately. Do you believe it?"