The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

"Perhaps you could call Mr. Howard yourself."

Afu used a little British table humor at the right time: "His wife Maria Stark has not been seen for a while. There are rumors in the circle that she is ill and needs to recuperate. These synthetic hormones may be prepared for her. Of course, Mr. Howard never said anything about it."

Brucey picked up the documents on the table, ate and read them, and responded with a rare response: "I will consider it."

The warm winter sun shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows and shines on the woman's hair. The fork skewering the meat gently shakes a few times, for fear that some miso soup will drip onto the paper. Miss Wayne, who was usually cold and cold, finally had a sense of life at this moment.

But she is still just one person.

The old housekeeper traced the silk scarf with his fingertips, and his mind began to recall the deceased Master Thomas and Lady Martha. More than ten years ago, the Wayne family spent Christmas happily at this dining table. Miss Brucey was only 6 years old at that time and had a somewhat naughty personality. She actually put a bear trap under the chimney in the middle of the night in an attempt to catch Santa Claus.

Of course, it was impossible for Mr. Thomas to climb the chimney, so this big iron clip he picked up from nowhere lay there all night. It was not discovered until noon the next day when the maid came to clean up the ashes.

When the broom was poked, there was a popping sound.

No one was hurt, just quite frightened.

Everyone searched randomly, and of course they finally suspected Brucey. After all, there were adults in the entire manor, and she was the only one who was a naughty child. There was really no way to ignore her. In the end, the young Miss Wayne took the initiative to admit her mistake, and then issued a soul torture to her father: "Didn't you say that Santa Claus would come down the chimney? Didn't he come last night?"

Considering the child's pure heart, Mr. Thomas had no choice but to pull everyone together and continue to lie together: "Santa Claus just discovered your little trap. You see, the gift in the sock was still put in, right? Next time Stop doing this, okay?"

Miss Wayne agreed simply.

The next Christmas, she coaxed the sleeping maid to sleep, and then climbed downstairs along the water pipe on the outside wall. Finally, relying on a black rag cloak, he managed to sneak to the fireplace and caught his father Thomas stuffing gifts into his socks.

It turns out that Santa Claus does not exist.

Miss Wayne grew up a lot that night.

Most people are unaware of this, including the Waynes. But Ah Fu has gradually realized that Bruce is rapidly breaking away from the immature way of thinking of a child. This is of course not just the reason for the 'Santa Claus lie', some people are born with this, they just need an appropriate trigger.

If there are no accidents, Brucey will live a stable life and complete the important stage of her transition from child to teenager. However, Gotham is Gotham after all. This city is always undercurrent and never calms down. Mr. Thomas and Mrs. Martha have been working hard to maintain a warm and bright environment for little Brucey.

Unfortunately it backfired.

Perhaps fate had destined that day.

In a dark alley, a gangster, a pistol, and two bullets completely changed Brucey's fledgling life. When Ah Fu arrived, she was wearing Detective Gordon's coat, her eyes were dilated, and she was looking blankly at her toes. No matter how she comforted or guided her, she remained silent. A long time has passed since that scene, but it is still fresh in Ah Fu's mind.

From that time on Miss Wayne became taciturn.

On Christmas Day that year, Brucey turned off all the lights, watched the snow falling outside the window, and stayed up all night.

Ah Fu respected the young lady's wishes and left her alone in the living room. He still remembers walking down the corridor holding a candle, having to slow down because he was worried about the candle going out. All the other servants in the house had already been dismissed, and the long corridor seemed to have no end. Only the sound of his own footsteps was left, and the rest was only silence.

As he entered old age, he also began to worry about his young lady's future.

Every time he ate at home and saw Brucie sitting alone, the old housekeeper couldn't help but feel worried. It’s almost mid-December and Christmas is not far away. On this holiday last year, I was cleaning alone in an empty room, listening to the lively noise coming from the TV, and my loneliness became even more obvious.

Miss Wayne never looked at this.

She sat in the Batcave tinkering with the equipment. Afu thought he could just pass the day quietly, but ten minutes later, Brucey put on the bat suit and started patrolling the city unshakably. She didn't know what she was thinking when she saw those happy families on the street.

"Afu?"

A cold call brought the old housekeeper back from his thoughts: "What's the matter? Miss Wayne?"

"Is there any new news from Umbrella Group?"

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It’s now Day 6 since Watson’s return.

That batch of medical goods arrived as scheduled not long ago.

The items on the list are just as good, and some of them are even better. This scene must not be seen by Michela, so he sneaked out in the middle of the night, waited until dawn, and then pretended to drive back a truck. Watson had to choose to take all the goods away, because after communicating with the delivery team for a while, he realized that things were different from what he expected.

Because of his professional knowledge, Watson actually didn’t understand the contents on the list at all. But the delivery team is from Stark. They are very responsible and record the special instructions of the supplier during the purchase. Some of these expensive solutions must be kept frozen and have a very fast expiration date. If you leave it alone for ten days and a half, it is equivalent to buying it in vain. In addition, if you want to use these medicinal liquids with maximum effect, you must use supporting equipment, and nothing less will do.

This is equivalent to saying you want to drink milk, and then your mother runs to buy the most expensive and best freshly squeezed milk. But the store said that it was produced at 6 o'clock this morning and it is best to drink it all on the same day. It's not impossible to put it in the refrigerator, but the preservation effect must be particularly good; and it will last for up to 3 days, and the longer it is stored, the worse the effect.

So do you have to drink it quickly?

Because of this, Watson was very panicked.

I re-evaluated Michaela's character performance. Although maybe, maybe, the girl wouldn't directly ask questions like "Why are you so nice to me?" However, taking a step back and not mentioning the possibility of 'what if', her performance after putting on the mask is unpredictable. As early as 1990, Watson had seen the methods of female butchers.

It's quite different from the face-showing state.

Now because of the disfigurement, the mask will give her a stronger psychological suggestion, so this difference will only become more exaggerated. It's not that the girl is pretending, that's part of her character. But just like many people who are humble and polite in real life but like to curse people everywhere on the anonymous Internet, whether it is virtual or real, a 'mask' can always let you release another side of your heart.

Often only lunatics can act unscrupulously anytime and anywhere.

After thinking about it for a long time, Watson still couldn't think of any perfect solution. He simply stopped thinking about it, and the more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became. It's obviously to help someone heal an injury, but it's not a shady activity. Being entangled in this and that makes it feel like doing something bad. As for what Michelle was thinking, as long as she didn't say it, she would pretend she didn't know. Even if you are really asked face to face, at worst, you will...

Just show it off.

Repeat what you said to Nessa, you will have to say it sooner or later anyway.

But before that, we still have to act.

At least let Michela use the medicine first.

......

"all these are?"

"Yes, look at this thing, where should it be placed?"

Michela, who was woken up by the noise early in the morning, was stunned for a moment when she saw the huge box carried on Watson's shoulders. Watson on the opposite side did not follow him in a daze. He took a matter-of-fact tone and acted as naturally as if he was going out to buy groceries and come home: "Siyan said last time that we could move out her sterile laboratory. I We have just cleaned it up, what do you think this thing is used for?"

The girl walked forward silently. The dazzling LOGO on the side of the box made her mouth curl up a little. This is the separator that I used to use at Heidelberg Medical College. The price is not bad, just over one million US dollars.

At least considering my family background at the time, the price was indeed okay.

But the current situation was really unexpected for her. Especially after seeing the large truck of goods outside the door, the brain that had just woken up began to shut down on a small scale, and Michela felt that she needed to slow down.

"You take a look first, I moved the things."

Watson came out from behind and grabbed another large box in the cargo compartment: "I have to return this truck later."

Another few minutes passed.

"It's all moved. After you have breakfast later, take it apart and take a look at the things." Watson put a crowbar into the girl's hand: "You can also ask Si Yan if you can help. She has several rooms. The door hasn’t been opened yet, so I suspect that the mad scientist may have starved to death, so I suggest you take a look first.”

After saying that, he got on the truck, started the engine and drove out of the alley. Until the car's taillights disappeared at the intersection, Michela couldn't say a word. The girl stared at the intersection for a while, then turned back to the basement.

After a few minutes of finishing breakfast, she came to Siyan's room.

Boom boom boom!

I banged the door of the room hard several times, but there was no movement at all inside. Michela was not surprised. This was not the first time that Siyan had done this. He went into the research to consume energy for several days without going out. He only eats compressed dry food and saline solution. Except for going to the toilet, he cannot go out at all, let alone take a shower.

Sure enough, after unlocking the door with the key, the smell of rotten clothes hit my nose.

A slovenly man with four eyes was lying in front of the experimental table. Under his dirty short hair, his eyes were still staring at the computer screen. There is a wrinkled white coat on the ground, and you can smell the obvious smell of urine when you get close.

"go to bed now."

"Do not."

After pausing for a few seconds with her hands on her hips, the girl turned around and walked to the shower room to turn on the hot water. Siyan's negative emotional intelligence has long been known in the team. At first, everyone thought she had a bad temper, but later they discovered that this woman simply spoke too directly. The combat status is better, but if it is normal, you can only use body language to tell the other party which things are more urgent. And every time Luper encounters this kind of situation, he will take a very rough approach. Si Yan just accepted this inexplicably, and he won't be very angry afterwards.

Of course...we are all women, so it may not be the case if we are men.

Soon, Michela walked into the room again wearing a bath towel. She pulled the smelly four eyes out of the chair, took off her clothes in a few moments, and then dragged the dazed woman towards the bathroom.

"I haven't finished reading yet!"

The semi-exhausted Four Eyes got a burst of strength from nowhere, and started to push with his hands while shouting, like a cat that refused to take a bath. But Michela wasn't going to give her a chance. She pressed her whole body forward, grabbed the shower head and started pouring water on her face. Si Yan did not give up yet and struggled to get up from the slippery floor. However, her physical strength was not dominant at this time and she was easily caught back.

When Watson walked in the door, he saw the girl tying her eyes to the bed.

"...Um, what are you doing?"

"Mental patients need sleep."