The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

"Well, I'm glad you agreed to my proposal."

Watson drank the tea in the cup in one gulp: "Does this mean I can leave now? To be honest, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I really couldn't believe that you could stay in such a boring place for the rest of your life. As for Those spells of yours, damn it, I don’t think I’ll be able to learn them in my life, even a simple portal..."

"Unfortunately, I can't just let you leave here."

The ancient mage raised a hand and interrupted Watson: "When I was fighting that unknown demon, I briefly opened a passage between the two worlds. It took me a lot of energy to close this passage. Although there will be no new 'outsiders' in the short term, this dimension is just beginning to recover from the brink of collapse and cannot withstand additional damage."

She looked into Watson's eyes: "With your level of understanding of magic, I can't explain it clearly to you. I can only say that if you leave the shelter of Kama Taj now, then the influence factors on you will directly It leads to dimensional chaos, do you understand?”

"Okay, I understand why you suddenly agreed to my proposal. But there is one thing I don't quite understand. Since killing or driving away those 'outsiders' will lead to such a result, then I still need to cultivate those native people." A hero?"

"Ugh......"

Mage Gu Yi rubbed the center of her eyebrows in a rare way, as if she had met a kid who couldn't learn 1+1 after being taught all night. She was silent for a moment and continued: "This has something to do with the nature and level of power. Through The results of my action are different from those of heroes. This topic ends here, you should not ask any more, I have explained enough today."

She stood up: "You can't leave Kama Taj at this point in time, but I have a solution."

"I'm going to send you to the nearest future."

"Send me to the future? When in the future?" Watson wanted to ask what "recently" meant, but he didn't dare to challenge Master Ancient One's patience.

"Yes, 1990."

"1990 years..."

Seeing Watson's expression of joy at being able to leave here just a second ago, he suddenly fell silent at this moment. Mage Gu Yi was a little confused. She found that her mood today was really unstable.

"what happened?"

She saw the light purple eyes of the beautiful boy in front of her slowly filling with sadness.

"Grandma Leah, I guess I'll never see her again, right?"

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One night in July 1990, Heidelberg, Germany, welcomed a familiar stranger. Wearing the "Princess in Military Uniform" outfit from 7, Watson robbed several gangsters in small dens in the dark alleys, and set out on the road to the outskirts of the city with the looted money.

Just like when he first traveled through time in 1944, Watson leaped from rooftop to rooftop. He is going to the temporary residence arranged by the Allied Forces for Granny Leah to find the information he needs.

Under the clear night sky, Watson stood at the door of the house.

A sign stood in front of him with two lines of words written in German.

"'Miss Watson' Memorial/And Family Leah Edwards House."

Not willing to damage the door, Watson pried open a window. Just as he was about to climb in, he remembered that there seemed to be surveillance cameras in this era. He put on the hood he got from a young gangster, turned it in and walked along the wall. When he turned the corner, he looked sideways and looked at the ceiling. Sure enough, there was indeed a camera.

An M1911 pistol flew over and smashed the camera accurately. Watson gently picked up the pistol and put the magazine back, as skillfully as a special service operator in "Rainbow Six Siege".

Slowly walking towards the living room, all the furnishings were still the same as they were decades ago. In the center of the coffee table was Granny Leah's favorite record player - she had never had the money to buy it until Watson paid for it after he joined the Allied Forces. Got one.

Watson walked slowly in the living room, and his gloved fingers gently touched the recliner where Granny Leah often slept, the teacup she often carried, the vase she cleaned every day, and the vase left to her by her dead husband. An iron bracelet...

While walking, Watson came to the introduction of Grandma Leah's life. The old woman in the photo above had a kind face, and there were a lot of words below. Watson read every word carefully.

"...

She never responded to the controversy about the gender of 'Miss Watson', and when 'Miss Watson' Armendo Taxner disappeared, Leah Edwards rarely talked about her publicly anymore, but only talked about her every day. Have Nanny Marsha Boyd read the last letter from Miss Watson several times.

In March 1957, 3-year-old Leah Edwards suffered from an incurable disease. Her attending physician, Elsa Rudolph, refused to disclose specific information about her illness. At the strong request of Ms. Edwards herself, in July of the same year, accompanied by Peggy Carter, billionaire Howard Stark personally drove her private plane from Heidelberg Airport...

According to the recollection of Second Lieutenant Namadi, one of the pilots of the escort military plane, the plane went all the way south through the snowy peaks on the border of Switzerland and Liechtenstein, flew over the colorful Alps in the autumn wind, and experienced several beautiful sunrises and moonsets along the way. After taking off and landing for supplies, the plane finally landed at Florence Airport in Italy...

On the night of July 1957, 7, half a month after arriving in Florence, Ms. Leah Edwards passed away in her sleep. In compliance with her own wishes, Ms. Leah Edwards' body was cremated and her ashes were transported back to Heidelberg, Germany, where they were scattered. Entering the Neckar River under the Heidelberg Old Bridge...

The majority of Ms. Leah Edwards' estate was gifted to the Post-War Psychological Trauma Medical Association..."

......

In the end, Granny Leah couldn't wait to get her little Armendo back.

Watson sat down slowly against the wall, holding a piece of yellowed letter paper in his hands. It was a letter he wrote to his mother-in-law Leah on the C-1944 transport plane in August 8.

She always remembered the golden sea of ​​clouds under the setting sun mentioned in the letter. She finally saw that beautiful scenery with her own eyes. There was not much left in her wandering life, but at that time, the little Almendo she wanted to see the most was not with her. around...

I'm not little Almendo, but I don't want you to bear this loneliness...

I'm really sorry, Granny Leah.

......

When Watson left, he took away the "Military Princess" helmet placed in the glass cabinet. The helmet was well maintained and the bullet marks on it were still clearly visible.

Ten minutes later, Watson held his helmet and sat on the railing of the Old Bridge in Heidelberg, quietly looking at the Neckar River flowing under the bridge. The quiet moonlight and the soothing breeze slowly calmed his mood, and he felt that the part of his heart that belonged to Almendo Taxner was slowly dying.

"So you have always known that I have been practicing meditation for more than half a year, right?"

Watson looked at his left hand. In the gap of the untied cuff, there was a thin blood-black tentacle waving outwards. It seemed that he heard Watson talking to him, and the tentacle quickly retracted and disappeared. .

Watson pulled off the glove on his left hand and raised his hand in front of his face.

"You don't have to play dumb at times like this, do you? Armendo Taxner?"

Whoa!

As Watson watched, his left hand instantly turned into a cluster of blood-black tentacles, and then quickly returned to its original shape. There was a strong sadness in his heart, and he realized that it was the emotion coming from little Armendo.

In this sadness, there is a thank you and a goodbye.

There was a small tear in the palm of Watson's left hand, and a tear-like blood slowly flowed out from it. He turned his palm over to one side, and under the influence of gravity, the drop of blood slipped from his hand and fell into the quietly flowing Neckar River.

An inexplicable feeling was introduced into Watson's brain. He seemed to be beginning to understand his body again. Just like the awakening of animal instincts, Watson's consciousness began to connect with the 'tentacles' in his body and slowly merged. One body.

In the moonlight of Heidelberg, Watson slowly stood up from the railing of the Old Bridge in Heidelberg.

Farewell, little Almendo...

Her long, silver-white hair fluttered gently in the gentle night wind.

Like a new life.

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Early the next morning, the Heidelberg Police Department received reports of attacks on several gang members last night. According to the confessions of the arrested gang members, they were all attacked by a woman in military uniform; at the same time, Wo News of the theft of Miss Mori's memorial hall was also reported by the police. The last scene of the broken surveillance camera was incredible.

While the detectives were thinking hard about clues, Watson, the protagonist of the two cases, was sitting on the eaves of the roof of a building, flipping through a newspaper. He quickly noticed an article:

A memorial service for Conrad Murray Sr. will be held tomorrow.

"...died 1 year ago at the age of 85. As a nationally renowned philanthropist, with the support of his wife Euphemia, Mr. Conrad Maury Sr. devoted himself to improving... ..It can be called a selfless feat...Mayor Mr. Asset Briceño will participate...The ceremony will be held at the cemetery in the north of Heidelberg. If citizens want to go to pay their respects, please obey......"

I was still thinking about how to contact Carter and Howard, but now I may have a suitable candidate. Watson thought to himself, I just don’t know if Ms. Euphemia Heinzwafen still remembers me after almost 50 years?

......

It was raining lightly in the sky. Watson, who was dripping with rain on the roof, silently watched the funeral in the cemetery in the distance. The mourners who arrived filled most of the street. It seemed that Conrad Murray had indeed helped him during his lifetime. Lots of people. His eyes were fixed on an old lady in her seventies who was near the center of the funeral. Her face was hidden behind a thin black veil, allowing Watson to observe her for a long time.

Finally he determined that this was Euphemia Heinzwafen, the widow of Conrad Maury. Watson waited until the funeral was over. When he saw her being helped into the car, Watson stood up and followed her.

At night, Mori Manor is located east of Heidelberg.

"Let's do this for today, Michela, I'm sleepy." Euphemia sat on the sofa in front of the fireplace and said to her granddaughter with a doting look on her face.

"But I really want to know, was my mother really hugged by 'Miss Watson' when she was a child? And even reached out to pull one of her scarves?" Granddaughter Michelle tilted her head slightly, with a focused expression on her face. Her blond shoulder-length hair tilted with her movements, creating a gentle beauty.

Could this be the legendary fan? Watson hanging outside the door rolled his eyes.

Bah! Euphemia smiled and kissed her granddaughter on the forehead. "Why don't you just ask your mother? She told me many times that she remembers this."

"My mother never admits it. Every time I ask her she plays dumb," said Michela.

"You are 18 years old this year, Michela. I think you should focus more on things other than listening to stories. When I was your age, I already started..." Euphemia started Developed the exclusive talking pattern of the elderly.

"I thought we had reached an agreement on this matter. Grandma, since you are already sleepy, I will take my leave first. Good night!" Before Grandma finished speaking, Michela stood up from the sofa and walked He walked out of the room with graceful steps, but didn't forget to close the door.

"Why can't this child be more lively..." Euphemia shook her head, slowly stood up from the sofa, walked to the fireplace, and quietly looked at the photos hanging above. It was a photo taken of myself and her husband Conrad when they traveled around Europe for decades.

squeak~

After about a minute, the door to the room was opened and then closed again.

Euphemia didn't even look back: "Did you forget to bring something again? Michela? Girls, don't be careless. You are already 18 years old..."

"I'm not Michela. But I want to know if you have forgotten this sentence? Let me say it again...

Please, turn around. "

A slightly hoarse voice reached Euphemia's ears, instantly awakening her memory of when she was 20 years old. The night when her domestically violent ex-husband was killed, that slender figure, those pale eyes. Purple eyes...

She turned around blankly and saw Watson with silver hair.

"It's you......"

"Ms. Euphemia Heinzwafen, long time no see."

Ten minutes later, Euphemia and Watson sat face to face in front of the fireplace.

"It's really unbelievable that after so many years, you are still so young..." Euphemia kept sighing as she looked at Watson's beautiful face. After some performances, Watson successfully convinced Euphemia that she had been secretly active around the world for decades.

At least it would be more believable than the real version of being kidnapped by the Supreme Mage.

"So, who started saying I was a woman?" Watson curled his lips and rolled his eyes beautifully.

"When everyone thinks you should be a woman, what use can I, an old woman, do?" Euphemia smiled helplessly.

"Okay, let's not talk about it anymore. I'm here to ask you for a favor."

"Of course! Mr. Watson, you have saved our family from suffering. Even my husband Conrad doesn't mind us keeping our original surname. It is our honor to help you."

"Okay, I saw the news in the newspaper that the Stark Industry Expo will be held in New York, USA in October this year. I hope you can find a way to send me in." Watson stated his request.

"Well... it's not very difficult." Euphemia thought for a moment and nodded in agreement, without even asking Watson what he wanted to do when he went in.

"I will let my daughter Marina arrange this matter. Now she is responsible for the main things at home." Then Euphemia suddenly remembered something, and the smile on her face became more sincere: "If you If you don’t have a place to stay in Heidelberg, please be sure to accept our hospitality..."

"Thank you for your kindness, but I have my own place to stay (referring to the wind and rain on the roof), so I won't disturb you." Watson stood up and said goodbye amidst the regretful voice of the old lady Euphemia: "And, I hope you Do not mention my identity to anyone else."

......

It was agreed to visit again in a week, and in the next few days, Watson moved between the rooftops of buildings in various districts of Heidelberg. Stay here for half a day, stay there for half a day, and go to the slaughterhouse when you're hungry. If you're really bored, you'll play as a vigilante and fight with the gangsters who do evil in the alleys.

Of course, Watson does the beating, and the gangsters take the beating.

This behavior led to a chain reaction from all parties. First, the Heidelberg Police Department stepped up its efforts to track down Watson; while the media went crazy and sent reporters into alleys throughout the city, waiting for a big incident. movement; finally, there are the underground gangs in Heidelberg. A small number of them have found serious jobs, while most of the remaining people have united together for the first time...

But these people were destined to be disappointed, because Watson found a new pastime: musical instruments. One day after discovering a music store on the street in the south of the city, Watson remembered one of the few positive hobbies in his previous life: playing guitar. So he picked a night when the store was about to close and there were fewer people, and he bought a 1967 Martin OM28 guitar with money sponsored by the Heidelberg gang.

The owner of the music store who had made a big business was very happy. For the sake of a lot of marks, he didn't raise any questions about Watson's strange dress. But the last request of this big customer stumped him: the customer wanted a piano case that could resist bullet impact, but this was obviously impossible. In desperation, the boss could only choose the best one for Watson. Expensive and the most durable piano case.

With this new toy, Watson no longer had any intention of caring about the Roshizi gangsters. He went to find remote places to play the piano all day long, rekindling his biggest hobbies in his previous life besides playing games, sleeping in, and wearing women's clothing.

Today is the day I made an appointment with Mrs. Euphemia to visit.

Watson carefully put the guitar into the case and hid it behind the sculpture decoration on the top of a tall building. Then he accelerated towards the edge of the roof and sprinted towards the edge of the roof. His legs exploded with amazing jumping power and he jumped towards another lower tall building. go.

After landing on the roof, there were chaotic noises from the alley at his feet, but Watson didn't want to care about it today. Countless people were injured and dying in this world every day, and he couldn't save everyone. And he is not Spider-Man, and he does not follow the principle that with great power comes great responsibility.

But after rushing a few steps, Watson stopped.

Because one of the voices sounded familiar.