The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

"Are you sure it's okay to tie it like this?"

With a snap, Michela fixed the leather straps, covered the groaning four-eyes with a quilt, and then walked out and closed the door to the room. Watson watched the girl perform the operation and suddenly felt a little surprised: "This will be uncomfortable, right?"

"You'll get used to it soon."

The girl walked to the box and picked up the crowbar: "Four Eyes occasionally does this. Once she is completely immersed in research, she cannot control her schedule; we must intervene externally, otherwise she will only torture herself until she passes out. It had happened once before, so Luper simply chose to take the person away."

"So she worked so hard...did she find anything?"

"I don't know, but there should be."

Michela pried open the wooden board and saw the thick sealed box inside. She was silent for a few seconds: "Four Eyes doesn't talk about his own experience very much. If you want to know more, you can ask Luper in the future about her relationship with Four Eyes." Much better than a few of us."

Go ask the wolf mother...

When Watson thought of this French wife, the motel in the small town of Concord came to mind. At that time, when he came out of Michaela's room, he saw Luper leaning on the corridor and smoking. The woman only wore an open coat on her upper body; the door of the single room next to her was half open, and the floor was full of messy clothes. These two women are in such trouble, can their relationship be bad?

"This is for the table on the left."

Just when Watson was deserting, the girl pointed at the instrument he was holding with a very calm expression. For some reason, Watson looked at her holding a crowbar and suddenly thought of a housewife. With one hand on his waist, he directed his man with the other to carry the newly purchased electrical appliances into the house.

Of course, he knew that he was overthinking it.

The laboratory gradually became quiet.

Apart from occasionally indicating their location, neither of them spoke to each other. With Watson's help, this sterile laboratory quickly changed its appearance. Many metallic instruments emit blue light, and combined with those medical needles and infusion tubes, a smell of an operating room has begun to emerge. The remaining work is to start the power supply, debug the instruments and medicines, but none of them are within his ability.

Watson has been observing Michela's reaction. The other person's face is calm and there is no sign of any mood swings. At this time, the girl was sitting by the instrument attentively, not intending to make a sound at all, which made him feel quietly relieved. But Watson thought it would be best if he disappeared quickly, and if he stayed around, maybe her attention would be turned around.

"Then I'll go to the shooting range to practice shooting first. You can handle it yourself, right?"

"Ah."

The figure disappeared outside the door, Michela slowly turned her head, her whole figure seemed to be frozen. There was a continuous sound in his ears, which was Watson packing his weapons. Soon, there were slight footsteps in the corridor. The figure carrying a gun case swayed past the window. The girl observed through the corner of her eye that the other person glanced here.

The girl kept her posture, motionless.

A harsh sound of metal friction spread throughout the corridor. The bearings of the iron door in the basement were already rusted every time it was opened and closed. Then there was a clang sound, which was the sound of the lock hitting the door frame, which meant that Watson had left. When the sound faded, Michela began to lower her head, burying her face in her arms slowly and forcefully.

Click.

The knuckles of the fingers were tightened and made a crisp sound.

His whole body began to tremble, and a faint, coughing sound echoed in the room. After a while, the girl raised her head, covered her eyes with her palms, and gasped. The two rows of teeth kept opening and clenching, for fear of accidentally making a sound in the throat. She quickly rubbed a few strands of wet hair on her forehead, and her tightly pinched palms were already bleeding.

He reached out and touched the side of his face.

The skin of the lower jaw, which was rotten due to the disease, became pitted when pressed. Several years have passed since that revenge. Like a lost dog, I followed the wolf pack to dozens of countries and regions. She has stayed in hotels in many places, with good and bad conditions, but no matter which time, Michela never turns on the light in the bathroom.

Especially bathing.

For a long time, when she touched her neck with her fingers and slid down her chest and abdomen, the terrifying touch that could almost map a picture in her mind gave the girl the illusion that this was not her own body. Like a nightmare, she longed to wake up, but faced the cruel reality again and again.

I should be happy, right?

I should be happy.

Unconsciously, his hands were tightly holding his arms. After sniffing her nose a few times, Michela finally felt a trace of fear in her chaotic thoughts. It is like a bolt of lightning across the sky, penetrating the numb mind, breaking through reason, and awakening the grievances and pain that have been accumulated for a long time. Things that I thought had disappeared are now completely coming out.

The source of this fear...

Is hope.

This kind of numbness, exile, and living day by day has gone on for too long. She had long forgotten what it felt like to have expectations in her heart. This feeling was so long ago that her heart seemed to have stopped for a long time and then suddenly started beating again. It was difficult to adapt to it for a while.

The girl turned her head and thought about it. In fact, this sign gradually emerged after meeting Watson again. It's just that I didn't notice it before, or in other words, I noticed it, but subconsciously ignored it. The aristocratic lady standing in my memory was as delicate and elegant as celadon, with a soft smile and an unreachable distance from me. But now...

She realized she was losing control.

Toward that unknown, seemingly beautiful trap.

Until she saw it with her own eyes today, Michela completely believed that Watson was gradually fulfilling his promise. Although this beautiful boy always says that the world is wonderful, for chronic terminally ill patients, these things are obviously more convincing than anything else.

There is no doubt that he really brings a hope.

But what is this for?

Is it really for me?

......

at dusk.

"Are you done?"

Watson poked half of his head by the door, looking cautious. Michela turned her head and saw that beautiful face, her lips moved imperceptibly a few times, and after a long while she said: "It still takes a little time."

No weird reactions.

Alert lifted.

Walking out from behind the door with confidence, Watson looked at the instruments in the room. Now they have all been activated, with numbers flashing on more than a dozen electronic screens; and the cylindrical sealed cabin in the center reminded him of old Howard's laboratory. It seems Mr. Stark Sr. wasn't just content with list purchases, he even gave away some of his own equipment.

Watson is still immersed in a sense of satisfaction at the moment. Today he has achieved new results. That XM500 finally came in handy. After completing a few rounds of shooting, Watson initially grasped the ballistic performance of this monster. During this period of time, he conducted high-intensity shooting training every day, and his strange sense of calculating ballistic impact points became more and more obvious.

He even tried shooting at extreme range with a pistol.

There are many weapons available for rent at this shooting range. In addition to the classic Soviet AK guns and American AR guns, there are also many classic weapons from the Second World War, such as the long-lost M1 Garand rifle. Perhaps because it was approaching Christmas, there were almost no customers, so Watson simply found the person in charge and conducted all the training items several times.

Before leaving, they also test-fired two RPG-2 rocket-propelled grenades.

Of course, you have to pay.

After casually circling the sealed cabin twice, Watson turned his head and found that Michela had been approaching him at some point.

"......What's wrong?"

"I want to thank you."

The girl had her hands behind her back, her head slightly tilted, and her face was expressionless.

To suffer.

"Uh...you're welcome?"

Watson half-raised a palm, trying to end the topic. But he knew it was in vain, the look in the eyes in front of him was obviously not right anymore, it was obviously normal a minute ago. How can a woman's changes be more complicated than London's weather? I really don’t understand.

"I want to know if there is any way I can repay you." Michela continued to approach, twisting her two long legs a few times, and easily bypassed Watson's knees: "These things will cost at least several million dollars. You can’t be doing charity. So what do you want? Tell me, okay?”

If there is a god in this world, if you give me another chance, I will beat up old Howard, and then ask him to buy new products according to the list, with a shelf life of 10 years. Then I scolded myself again, a piece of shit with a bad memory.

"First of all, I really want to help you, and then..."

Next sentence, next sentence! Think quickly! What's the next sentence? ! ! Watson's eyes widened, and he looked at the girl's face slowly coming closer: "You don't need to be so close. I mean, it's not good like this now, really."

"Are you lying to yourself, or do you think you can fool me?"

The corners of Michelle's mouth trembled slightly, and she laughed. That ferocious long scar, coupled with that inexplicable crazy look, gave Watson a vague feeling of seeing a yandere: "We have been together for such a long time, so I will be more direct, Mr. Watson, Do you think I’m a fool?”

"No, of course not."

boom!

The girl's body burst out with strength, grabbing Watson's shoulders and pressing his whole body to the sealed cabin behind her. The blue eyes met his, and the broken face had an expression that sounded like shock and anger. After a few short seconds, tears fell from Michela's eyes, and there was a hint of begging in the depths of her eyes: "I could have continued to pretend to be stupid. The tacit understanding between us is very good, isn't it? But You've gone too far this time, Mr. Watson...

I can no longer accept it calmly...

Unless you tell me, what do you want from me? "

Tilting her head to the other side, the hysteria in the girl's eyes became more and more obvious: "Do you want my body? Are you like this? Do you like a disabled person like me? The more scars on your body, the more excited you are? One day is up With this face on your head at night, always dangling in front of my eyes, are you trying to seduce me?"

After saying this, Michela suddenly reached out and pressed the back of Watson's head, without giving him a chance to speak, and pressed her lips against it.

The bitter taste of tears.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, but at this moment, there was a sound of "clang".

"Okay (let me go)!!!"

shouted from next door.

The two people in the room didn't move at all.

Watson didn't resist.

Michela's actions were filled with another type of emotion, which was fear, urgency and panic. It is somewhat similar to the stress response of animals, just like suddenly reaching out to hug a wild cat. It may have never been hugged by anyone in its life, and it completely cannot understand that "hugging" is a kind gesture. It will most likely just scream and bite. .

He understood that his actions left the girl at a loss.

Luper once warned that Michela was in a bad mental state. Everyone has negative emotions, and for her, it was only aggravated. Inferiority, despair, anger, jealousy, madness...all the emotions that may be related to the disfigurement and the experiences of those years will gradually make this girl go to extremes.

Now, the extremely insecure nerve deep in my heart was completely aroused, and I desperately wanted a response.

A response that will get you settled.

The girl's face slowly raised, her eyes glaring hard, and Watson even felt there was hatred in it. The hot and rapid breath sprayed on his face, with two pools of muddy tears, and even the skin on his neck felt wet. Neither of them spoke, they just panted and looked at each other's faces in silence.

Just when Watson thought the other party had started to calm down.

Michela blocked his mouth again.

There was a tingling sensation on the back of her right hand. The girl's palm was pressed tightly against her own, and her nails pinched the skin hard. This time her whole body was pressed up, and the uncontrollable trembling and sobs from crying spread into her body through the fabric of her clothes.

"ああああああ! OK かせて (Ahhhhhh! Let me go)!!!"

Four Eyes shouted again.

After the mad scientist took a half-minute break and continued shouting more than twenty times, the two people in the room finally separated. The girl's emotions finally calmed down. She wriggled her lips a few times and began to move her body back.

"Use these things first, okay?"

Reaching out to grab the other person's shoulders, Watson tried to make his tone more sincere: "I will explain it to you, I promise. But I want you to survive first and use these potions. After that, I will Tell you the answer."

The girl looked into Watson's eyes, remained silent for a long time, lowered her eyelids and nodded.

"Row."

"Watson! Michela!"

Four Eyes finally shouted something different.

Michela took half a step out, but suddenly turned back, hugged Watson and kissed him hard, then turned and left. She strode to the door with long legs, pulled out the Damascus hunting knife from her waist, and rushed out with murderous intent.