The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

Miss Watson recalled that in the game world of Resident Evil, there are quite a few places with ‘original viruses’. For example, the ancestor virus in Africa is the famous Stairway of the Sun; and in Spain on the Mediterranean, there is the Plaka parasite, which triggered the story of the fourth generation... okay , parasites should not be counted as viruses.

And then there’s another one in Eastern Europe: mold.

This is a setting that has appeared since "Resident Evil 7". It is probably because the previous virus origins were basically worn out, so the producer Capcom simply made another 'origin' and threw the stage into a small Eastern European village. . As a result, the basic settings of the entire series continued to be modified and expanded. Oswell E. Spencer, one of the three founders of the Umbrella Group, suddenly had a highly respected mentor.

But let’s remember this kind of thing later.

Of the three 'viruses' that come to mind at the moment, the Ancestral Virus focuses on overall body strengthening; the Plaka Parasite focuses on mind control. The last kind of 'mold' can read and fuse the memories of living things. In the latest games 7 and 8, the villain wants to use this characteristic to 'reincarnate' his daughter who has been dead for many years.

From an intuitive comparison, the latter two are more likely to enhance the control and absorption skills of the black light virus. Of course, the types of viruses in the Resident Evil world are far more than these. The T virus itself has many derivatives. Miss Watson put them aside for the time being. If she really had the chance to encounter them, she would definitely not miss the opportunity to absorb them.

After packing her bags, she went to the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking half of Lower Manhattan.

Miss Watson is thinking of taking a lazy day.

To the southeast, the border between Lower City and the Lower East Side is Chinatown. By the 90s, Chinatown in any country was no longer just a street, but an area where Chinese people lived together. In today's world, the meaning of the word "Chinatown" is different from the original world.

It is more like a bustling tourist area.

There are actually very few Dongguo people in Chinatowns in this world. On the contrary, the naturalization application channel in Dongguo is full every year. Thanks to the construction of colonial satellites and uninhabited planet colonies, many young people from the East are now thinking about buying houses on alien planets. Most of the people who are really willing to stay on earth and travel abroad are the older generation of Dongguo people who have little extra energy and want to see around their homes. Therefore, the main residents of 'Chinatown' come from other countries surrounding Dongguo.

To put it bluntly, fake Tang people.

But even so, this kind of decent cultural street can still attract a large number of tourists every year. Miss Watson had never seen Chinatown in her entire life. The next time she went on a mission with the Wolf Pack, she might have to go to some remote place. Before anyone left New York, she decided to go shopping.

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Suck!

A few sticks of smooth noodles were sucked into his mouth, and then the owner of this mouth lifted the paper bucket and drank the remaining soup in a gulp. After letting out a loud burp, the woman closed her eyes slightly and breathed in the cool air that came her way. Although it is still early, people on the whole street are already busy.

But not because of Christmas.

They are preparing for New Year's Eve.

"I wish this could come back for a few more weeks."

Policewoman Felicia stretched and walked to her partner: "We were really busy a while ago, weren't we? Also, is your wound okay?"

"You said it was a stray bullet scratch, what else could be wrong?"

The male policeman Taylor shrugged his shoulders, holding the detector with his left hand, and stopped a tourist trying to enter the street with his right hand: "Sorry, sir, please cooperate with the security check."

Because of the upcoming New Year's Eve, the passenger flow in Chinatown on the Manhattan Peninsula has increased sharply, and the police headquarters has dispatched more temporary police forces here. This is also an annual "repertoire". It is nothing more than doing security checks in shifts to maintain order. It's simple. It was easy enough, and everyone loved the job. But Taylor knew very well that he was able to get this spot because of Felicia's favor. In the shooting case in the city center more than a week ago, the performance of the heavily armored female police officer was admirable.

But she should be transferred to the special team soon, right?

I heard that this fierce woman’s application has been approved and she will be officially transferred next month, becoming the only female police officer in the NYPD headquarters’ special service team. After taking a few glances at the hot figure that even the winter police uniform couldn't cover, Taylor exhaled and decided to take advantage of the situation: "What about that? Since you've already finished breakfast, why don't you do it for me? I also want to buy a drink. Here’s the coffee.”

"You're so useless."

Policewoman Felicia stepped forward, reached out and pulled off the detector: "Remember not to run too far."

A few hundred meters away from the checkpoint, a glutinous rice dumpling shop welcomed its first customer of the day.

Such a familiar aroma.

Miss Watson touched the cotton hat on her head and looked at the bowl of glutinous rice balls on the table. The porcelain bowl has a black rim and a red base, inlaid with a circle of exquisite Chinese patterns; the soup is slightly thick and even smells like syrup. As for the glutinous rice balls themselves, there’s not much to say. I just hope the fillings inside are more traditional and don’t involve some weird invention of cheese mixed with beef.

The reason why I say this is because this set meal comes with some very strange side dishes——

Such as spicy radish and pickled cucumber.

Anyway, Miss Watson had never tried this combination before. She gently scooped up a glutinous rice ball and put it into her mouth, and soon tasted the sweetness from the glutinous aroma. The thick soup that comes with it is also as expected, with a texture that is completely filled with sugar. The glutinous rice balls were completely torn quickly, but the longer she chewed them, the more Miss Watson felt... these things most likely came off the factory assembly line.

That is, quick-frozen food.

Losing interest in tasting, she turned on the fast mode and used the digestive juices secreted from her mouth to destroy all the food on the table in a few minutes. Looking up, the young male clerk was smiling at him: "You have a great appetite. I wonder if the dishes satisfy you? Beautiful lady?"

"...Well, not bad."

ask? It's okay to ask.

The male clerk's eyes were very familiar, showing unabashed admiration and affection. It's a pity that Miss Watson didn't leave a good impression on this store. The quick-frozen glutinous rice balls are so expensive. Doesn't the store manager have some idea? She responded with a polite yet embarrassed expression, wiped her mouth gracefully, and took the initiative to change the topic in another direction: "Have you been working here for a long time?"

"Oh, of course, I'm familiar with this place."

The male clerk nodded his head vigorously, and his golden curly hair couldn't stop shaking up and down: "You are a tourist, right? I know there are many interesting places here. If you don't mind, I can introduce them to you."

A few minutes later.

Miss Watson was back on the street.

The Curly Hair clerk mentioned several stores run by Dongguo people. In fact, this was the real purpose of Miss Watson's visit. Although she couldn't go back at all, deep down in her heart, she still wanted to see with her own eyes what her 'compatriots' from another world were like.

As the journey gets longer, more and more red lanterns appear on the eaves. Although she is used to being picky from the perspective of Dongguo people, Miss Watson has to admit that the dense Tang-style buildings and rows of red lanterns do have some Dongguan flavor. When we reached the center of the square in Chinatown, columns were being lifted up by people working together.

That is the performance stage for lion dance.

The actors are carrying the lion's head on their shoulders and adjusting their formation with the leader. There are no Asian faces in the entire team, they are all blond and blue-eyed men. It is indeed a bit inconsistent to see foreigners doing this, but the tourists around are quite curious about this, and some people raised their cameras to take pictures. The drummer who was responsible for beating the white drum was even more excited. He cracked and smashed, creating a metallic drum set sound.

Standing quietly in the crowd, Miss Watson slowly closed her eyes while listening to the sound of gongs and drums, and her thoughts returned to her childhood. Little Watson was very nervous during the noisy square celebration. The sound of firecrackers was terrifying, and the big head of the lion dance was shaking in front of his eyes, and his big mouth seemed to want to swallow him. Every time this time comes, little Watson will shrink in front of the adult and squint his eyes to look at his toes. In addition to tasting various snacks, the only thing he likes is dragon dancing. The dragon is only interested in chasing orbs, and it is very cool when it turns its head and tail.

Unlike a lion, which wants to bite.

He exhaled into the scarf in front of his mouth, and the air immediately hit his nose and cheeks, bringing even more warmth than before. Miss Watson continued to look for a while, then turned and walked towards her destination.

This is a cheongsam shop.

As soon as the door was pushed open a few inches, the sweet ringing of bells came from the top.

“Welcome~”

The young girl with a bun stepped forward and looked over with a pair of big eyes. Black eyes, black hair, oval face, and the appearance of a beautiful girl from the Eastern Kingdom. But when she saw the woman in front of her pulling off her scarf, she was stunned for a few seconds like the curly hair clerk before: "Wow... you are so beautiful."

"Thank you."

Miss Watson looked at the cheongsam beside her, then turned to the girl and said in Mandarin: "You can speak Chinese."

"what?"

The girl got stuck for a moment, then changed to Mandarin: "You... you can speak Chinese? Oh my God, you are the first foreigner I have ever seen who can speak Chinese..."

As she was talking, when she saw Miss Watson just smiling, her tone couldn't help but become cautious: "Um... do you understand what I said?"

"I understand." Miss Watson waved her hand with a helpless expression: "As you just said, I am the first foreigner you have ever seen who can speak Chinese, right?"

"Yeah!"

The girl burst into laughter, her almond-shaped eyes narrowed into curves, and she looked very cute: "My name is Feng Ling, what do you call me?"

Finally heard this question! Miss Watson took a deep breath, spread her legs slightly, held her hands in a fist salute, and said word by word: "My name is: Guan, Yu, Yun, Chang."

"......ha?"

......

"Hey, why do you like Mr. Guan?"

"Because he is very domineering and possesses both loyalty and martial arts. His sword is super cool to wield, isn't it?"

"But as a girl, shouldn't you prefer Diao Chan or something like that?"

That's true, and I like Wang Yi and Zhen Ji better. Sister Yu is the best wife. Miss Watson turned her face away and rolled her eyes furtively. This young girl named Feng Ling was extremely familiar. The two had only known each other for 30 minutes, and she talked about tons of things like pouring beans through a bamboo tube. For example, I am a college student, and I came to New York during the holidays to help my grandma look after the store. I also have a very silly boyfriend named Dongguo, etc.

Maybe it's because of my face that it's not easy for people to be wary.

Now comes the fitting session.

The heating in the store is very sufficient. Miss Watson is wearing a sleeveless cheongsam with a drop collar. The whole body is made of white. The dark blue phoenix pattern extends from the shoulders to the thighs. The entire hem is decorated with large peonies. The silky smooth satin wraps tightly around the body, showing off every curve.

Except for the chest.

"Well......"

Feng Ling curled her lips and was silent for a long time, then sighed inexplicably: "Miss Guan Yu, I think your figure is really... so good that it's unscientific."

"Thank you, I think the size of this dress is still a bit too small. Besides, you should know very well whether it is scientific or not, right?" Miss Watson smiled at the corner of her mouth and shook her head gently. When she went out today, she specially changed into a pair of black hair and black eyes. Looking in the mirror now, it does have an oriental mysterious charm.

The little sister suddenly blushed.

After hemming and hawing for a while, Feng Chime quickly recovered and mentioned another thing: "I said, if you don't mind, how about you be a model for our store?"

Looking at Miss Watson's somewhat surprised expression, she quickly added a few words: "This is just a consideration from a businessman's point of view. Your conditions are very good. It would be a pity to miss it. And we can get to know each other." It’s considered fate, but it’s business, I will definitely pay, do you think about it?”

"I do not mind."

Miss Watson thought for a moment and nodded in agreement: "But I can't show my face, is that okay?"

"That's no problem. Anyway, as long as you wear tight-fitting clothes, men will definitely look at your figure first." After Feng Chime finished speaking, he stared angrily at the cheongsam beauty in front of him for a while, and then rushed into the room. Take out your camera and a dozen cheongsams.

The cheongsam shop was filled with warmth, but at the checkpoint, the blonde policewoman was so angry that she wanted to curse.

"It's been an hour, Mr. Taylor."

Felicia pressed the intercom and called Tyler on the other end again. However, although the man's reaction was quick this time, the reason was still the same as before: "I'm really sorry, I don't know what happened to that cup of coffee. I'm still in the toilet and I really can't get out. The next group of people is not Will we be there in half an hour? Just keep pushing, and I'll treat you to breakfast tomorrow."

"Don't let me see you again today!"

After kicking the box a few times, Felicia returned to her seat expressionlessly, took out a pair of sunglasses from her pocket and put them on to hide her murderous gaze. Outside the security check area, a tattooed man couldn't help showing a nervous look when he saw the detector being swung back and forth like a baton.

"Sir, you have been standing here for a long time. Do you want to come in? You have to go through security check when you come in."

"Uh, no, no need, I'm leaving now."

The tattooed man shook his head, took two steps back and retreated into the crowd. The policewoman stared at the dark face under the mask, feeling that he looked familiar. But when the next pedestrian walked into the checkpoint, she could only divert her attention. After continuing to work for more than half an hour, the next group of replacement police officers finally arrived. Felicia couldn't wait to throw her things away and prepared to run for lunch.

She has been craving for that beef noodle restaurant for a long time.

In a corner where no one noticed, the tattooed man who disappeared earlier appeared again, staring in the direction Felicia left.