The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

A few minutes later, Watson and others were sitting in the living room.

"I don't know much about the strength of your family, but judging from your expressions, I guess those gangsters who escaped are not a big problem?" Watson sat on the soft sofa and sighed about the life of the rich.

"They are indeed not a big problem. In fact, thanks to you, the Heidelberg Police Department captured many key witnesses today. Our channel information shows that they will soon start a large-scale elimination operation." Mrs. Marina took a look. He glanced at Michela, who was sitting opposite him on the sofa, still staring at Watson.

"The Heinzwafen family began to develop after the war. We are now one of the largest logistics providers in Germany, so the needs you raised happen to be our area of ​​expertise." Mrs. Marina picked up the tea cup and took a sip. : "Your flight, hotel accommodation and related identity procedures will be arranged next week. If you need anything else during this period, please directly..."

"Please just communicate with me directly, Mom, please let me be responsible for contacting Mr. Watson during this time." At this time, Michela took the initiative to interrupt Mrs. Marina. After finishing speaking, she continued He turned to look at Watson with a look of amazement in his eyes.

I think you are playing me. This was not the expression you had when you fired the gun and turned the knife. Watson thought silently in his heart, almost staring with dead eyes. At this moment, he had no idea about his appearance at all.

Mrs. Marina was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at her daughter, frowning slightly. Just as she was about to say something, the old lady Euphemia on the side winked at her. Mrs. Marina fell silent immediately, and finally turned to look at Watson: "That's it, Mr. Watson. I need to help my mother go upstairs to rest, please allow us to say goodbye first."

Mrs. Marina helped the old lady out of the door, and Watson and Michela were the only two people left in the living room.

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In the room on the second floor, the old lady Euphemia looked at her daughter: "Marina, you have to know that without the help of Mr. Watson, the family would not be what it is today." After a pause, she continued : "Of course, I understand what you mean. Even if you want to repay your kindness, you cannot sacrifice my granddaughter's happiness."

Mrs. Marina looked closely into her mother's eyes: "Mom, Mr. Watson is older than me! A person who can live for more than 60 years and still maintain such a young appearance cannot be a normal person. The hidden story behind him is not accessible to ordinary people like us, and I can’t let Michela get involved here.”

The old lady Euphemia sighed: "I can see that Michaela is willing, but...she makes us all embarrassed by doing this."

"I know my daughter. It's always difficult to change her decisions. She knows what she's doing."

Mrs. Marina held her right hand and pinched her frown: "I will talk to her, and if necessary...I will also talk to Mr. Watson."

"What if she insists on having her own way? I was also very stubborn when I was her age, otherwise I wouldn't have gotten pregnant with you." Old Mrs. Euphemia said about her past experience.

Mother, you don't understand, someone has been targeting Mr. Watson, and I am already deeply involved and unable to stop it. The only thing I can do is try my best to protect your lives...even if I have to go to hell for it.

Madam Marina wanted to speak with complicated eyes, but she didn't say anything after all. She stood up and left the room, leaving only a perfunctory word to the old lady Euphemia.

"I'll find a way."

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There are three major illusions in this world, one is that there is still money in the card, one is that I can fight back, and the other is that she likes me. Watson habitually thought about his life experience in his previous life, and silently looked at Michela who came over and sat next to him.

But at this moment, he may not realize how lethal his appearance is in this life. After all, as a lonely otaku in his previous life, Watson had never had the experience of being actively expressed favorably.

"Mr. Watson, I want to tell you..." Michelle's eyes flashed and her red lips opened slightly.

Come on, it’s really not what I think. I don’t have much experience... Do you want to avoid it? Will she feel embarrassed? Watson was thinking confusedly. He didn't feel his heart beating faster, because the inferiority complex deep in his soul, which originated from the social otaku, was desperately trying to tell him that everything was an illusion.

Michela's face was slightly red, and she got closer and closer, leaning her entire upper body on Watson's left side, and her lips exuding the fragrance of a girl slowly approached Watson's ear.

Time seemed to pause for a long time at this moment, until a word came softly into Watson's ears.

"There is surveillance here."

The hot breath of the girl's breath gently sprayed on the ear. Michelle retracted her leaning upper body and bit her lower lip. Her reddish cheeks looked at Watson with a hint of shyness, as if what she just said was not true. "There is surveillance here", but "I like you so much".

Is there surveillance here?

Watson trusted the hearing ability of his ears, and he was sure that he heard correctly. Looking at Michela who looked "shy", Watson immediately realized that the girl was acting. How could I turn a blind eye when I should cooperate with your performance? There’s not much to say. Watson showed off her previous skills of pretending to be a man, and her acting skills came to the fore instantly.

The so-called acting is true and false, most of it is done by oneself, and a small part remains awake.

In the reception room, Watson and Michela began to show off their acting skills to each other. Although Watson had no experience of getting along with a couple in his previous life, fortunately, with his good looks in this life, even without any obvious expressions, it was enough to be pleasing to the eye. , Mrs. Marina looked at the miniature camera screen and even felt that she smelled the sour smell of love.

(I am by no means taking this opportunity to ridicule some actors who act expressionless, absolutely not.)

However, there was nothing ambiguous about the whispers the two actors whispered into each other's ears.

"How did you manage to maintain this figure and appearance after living for more than 50 years? I'm really curious, Mr. Watson."

"I don't know, maybe God gave me some preferential treatment because of my face?"

"I have a slightly abrupt proposal. Historical data shows that your body's ability to withstand trauma is far greater than that of ordinary people. Can you let me dissect, um... perform an operation on you?"

"I find that I still lack understanding of you. Can you explain why you said the word 'anatomy' just now?"

"Well, Mr. Watson, I am attending medical school at Heidelberg University and I am almost graduating early."

"What you said really makes me sad, Michela. I thought you really liked me just now."

"Who says it isn't? Mr. Watson..."

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"Yes, sir, everything is going well here. 'Miss Watson' has already established initial trust in us." Entering a small soundproof room in her bedroom, Marina was using a strange-looking phone.

"Very well, my people will be on the move soon. Don't alert him in the meantime, do everything you can to continue to gain his trust, and then make sure he gets on that plane. Your mission will be accomplished. If you mess up , you know what the consequences will be." A cold male voice sounded on the other end of the phone.

"I will, sir. I hope you will keep your word and let my family go..." Seeing that the other party was satisfied, Marina continued to speak.

"You can finish the task before we talk." The man on the other end hung up the phone.

A few seconds after the busy tone of the phone sounded, Mrs. Marina slowly put down the phone in her hand. She walked back to the screen and looked at the two intimate people. She put her hands on the table, lowered her head and sighed deeply.

……

Watson and Michela, who were equally good at acting, left the reception room. They were going to go out to find a cafe to continue the conversation, er, to discuss the follow-up matters. Externally, they have also unified their approach, saying that young people exchange feelings.

The only problem is that Watson can't wear this "military princess" suit to drink coffee. After all, through the reports of those gangsters, his full-body sketch holding two guns may now be in front of every Heidelberg police officer. , maybe even wanted notices were posted on the streets, and those shark-like newspaper reporters all kept their eyes open at this time.

"So...this is the solution you were talking about?"

Watson's eyes twitched slightly as he looked at the neat women's clothing in front of him. "We will find a tailor to customize a few sets of clothes for you in the next few days, but there are no men's clothes here that are suitable for you to wear out." Michela blinked, her beautiful blue eyes full of teasing.

"Then...where is your father? It seems that I haven't seen him here. I mean, can I..."

"When he had an affair a few years ago, my mother drove him out of this manor with a gun. As for his clothes, of course he won't keep them."

What can I say if you are like this?

Watson rolled his eyes: "Okay, give me the clothes. By the way, since you often practice shooting, there should be a place to put weapons here, right?"

"Sure, what do you need?"

"50 rounds of .45 caliber pistol ammunition, and some daggers if you can."

"No problem." Michela said and left the guest room.

10 minute later.

There was a knock on the door of the guest room, and Michela's voice came from outside the door: "Are you ready, Mr. Watson? Or...should I call you Miss Watson?"

Watson put down his eyeliner, neatly smoothed his bangs and looked at himself in the mirror. The slender willow eyebrows, light black eyeliner and light purple eye shadow bring out a hint of charm in the slightly cold eyes; the face is as bright as jasper, and the small mouth smeared with pink lipstick is slightly covered on one side. The silver hair on her cheeks reflected a little sparkle.

Makeup is indeed a profound knowledge, and Watson's face looked completely different from what it looked like ten minutes ago.

He replied in a female voice: "Come in."

Click!

The door to the guest room was opened, and Michela walked in carrying a plate with a box of .45-caliber bullets and several daggers on it. Even the matching tactical straps were ready.

'Miss Watson' was standing with one leg on the chair, strapping a quick-draw gun holster from the 'Military Princess' suit to her thigh. At this time, she was wearing a light blue half-knee skirt. The neckline and waist were dotted with thin black ribbons with gold patterns. The entire upper body was tight, while the lower skirt bloomed like an inverted lotus. It was just right. Covering the two pistols strapped to his thighs.

"Give me the stuff."

Watson ignored Michela's careful gaze. He stretched out his wrist covered with half-arm silk lace fingerless gloves, took the dagger and tied it with sheath to the end of his calf, through the middle heel. Deerskin boots to cover it up. Then he picked up the previously emptied pistol magazine and activated the traditional attribute of "Escape from Tarkov" players: the ruthless reloading machine.

Click, click, click...

It wasn't until six pistol magazines filled with bullets were stuffed into the tactical straps under his arms that Watson put on a half-waist-length jacket.

With everything ready, Michela looked at Watson, who was wearing a wide-brimmed hat and a perfect aristocratic lady dress in front of her, and had a rare doubt about her appearance. It wasn't until she saw Miss Watson's flat chest that she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Almost lost.

The two walked out of the door of the villa and left Mori Manor on foot along the gravel path that smelled of green grass.

Mrs. Marina looked at the two beautiful figures retreating from the balcony. She felt that she had a new understanding of her daughter's preferences, Mr. Watson's preferences and psychological quality. She began to feel lucky that the surveillance system in the reception room was not strong enough, otherwise she might have heard a lot of words that would be difficult for normal people to accept.

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The weather in Heidelberg in July is pleasant. The afternoon sun shines on the old brick buildings full of medieval charm, and pedestrians stroll around leisurely on the street. Watson was led by Michela as he walked on the streets of the old city. The scenery in front of him corresponded to the war-torn scenes in 7, which gave him a strange feeling.

The beautifully decorated shops are full of beautiful things. Soldiers are no longer walking on the streets, armored vehicles and tanks are no longer running on the roads, and the sounds of guns, cries and howls of grief are no longer ringing in the ears. There are only corner stores. and the music of street performers could be heard in the distance.

It's nice not to be at war.

Listening to Michela talk about the landscape of Heidelberg, half an hour later, the two of them sat in the corner of a cafe.

Listening to the piano playing from the performance stage, Watson slowly regained the feeling of a wasteful life like lazily going out to eat and wandering around in his previous life. He felt extremely comfortable.

But let’s focus on urgent matters.

Taking a mouthful of sweet chocolate ice cream, Watson spoke slowly: "So you dragged me here specifically because there is surveillance in your living room?" Michela nodded: "Yes, my mother is very She is good at doing this, and this is how she discovered the evidence that my father was cheating on the maid at home."

Well, I'm getting used to what your family does. Watson calmly took a sip of the fragrant coffee: "Then what do you need to tell me while avoiding surveillance?"

"I want to ask you to help investigate my mother. She has been acting very abnormally in the past six months. And once I found that there was undried liquid on her cuffs. I secretly dipped a little while the maid was washing clothes and took it back to school for experiments. Laboratory testing revealed that it was human cerebrospinal fluid." Michela took a sip of coffee, frowned, then picked up a knife and cut off half a piece of candy and threw it in.

She continued in a calm tone: "Human blood may be an accident, but cerebrospinal fluid is something only found in the brain and spine. My mother must have been involved in something very dangerous."

So I have received a side mission? 'Miss Watson' was a little surprised. She picked up the tissue with her long fingers wearing lace fingerless gloves, and gently wiped the coffee stains from her lips. Her elegant movements immediately attracted the men sitting nearby who kept peeking in this direction. Watching intently.

As the saying goes, those who eat people have short mouths and take people with short hands. Although Michela looks like a girl with no family, she acted in a series of giving benefits, then giving clothes, being a tour guide and buying coffee. This routine After using the emotional intelligence, Watson, a lazy person, was a little embarrassed to say no.

"Did anything special happen half a year ago?" Watson decided to continue asking. Whether he could help him or not would depend on the workload. He needed more intelligence to evaluate. The adult world is such a cruel one-size-fits-all situation. If it is a big trouble, you have to weigh the price you pay and whether the favor is worth it.

This is what the iron fist of life taught Watson. Unless it's a huge favor, don't easily take on those troublesome things that are very likely to turn into a mess, otherwise it will really piss people off.

"Half a year ago, I saw my mother talking to a strange woman in the living room." Seeing Watson's willingness to help, Michela was secretly relieved.

"Strange woman?"

"I didn't have much chance to observe her closely, but I was very impressed by her outfit, because her makeup and the overall tone of her clothes were green. Then, I heard my mother call her 'Mrs.' "

"lady?"

Watson thought carefully about the "madam" who likes to wear green. If he excludes the possibility of "outsiders", then he can think of only one person who fits this description, and that is one of the high-level core members of Hydra.

"Lady Viper" Ophelia Sarkistan.

Could it be that Hydra is targeting me?

Watson still frowned slightly on the surface and remained calm. He did not intend to tell Michela this information directly. The brainwashing, development and penetration capabilities of the Hydra organization are absolutely top-notch. Just look at the later SHIELD. It is simply "My boss and subordinates are all idiots." The perfect interpretation of "Wuzai".

If it was really Hydra, I'm afraid Watson wouldn't be able to determine what role other people in Michela's family played in it. He thought of the old lady Euphemia. If she was also involved, then Watson could only say that her performance was really good. As for Michela in front of him... Watson has already seen her acting skills before.

"Please let me think about it." After saying that, Watson lowered his head and looked at the spoon on the table in silence.

Human beings have an endless desire for eternal life, and since I "lived" from 1944 to 1990 and still maintained this youthful appearance, everyone would think there is something wrong with this, let alone Hydra. Thinking from another angle, Watson felt that if he were Hydra, he would not be able to help but want to capture and study this guy when he saw him.

He began to recall detailed information about "Mrs. Viper."

Mrs. Viper was already an elite mercenary before she became the backbone of Hydra's top management, with excellent combat skills; but she later became better at using poison, which earned her the title "Viper". Lady Viper's immortality originated from her contract transaction with the ancient evil god Sithorn, but her endless desire for power and ambition to conquer prompted Lady Viper to commit betrayal later.

For such people, the longer they live, the less they want to die. If there is anyone who wants to explore the "mystery of immortality" in her body, then Mrs. Viper is definitely the most active one, because she has enjoyed the feeling of immortality for at least decades.

If he really faced her, he would need to be prepared for her endless poisoning methods, but Watson didn't know what his body's resistance to bacteria and viruses was.

This body's performance so far is very similar to that of Alex, the protagonist of "Prototypes", but he was infected with the virus at the same time as his body died. Relying on the virus, he was reborn and became a pathogen that lost his memory. It is itself the most Terrible virus. If he wanted to prove this, Watson would need to deliberately infect himself with bacteria and viruses for testing.

He thought of a way.

"I remember you said before that you went to medical school at the University of Heidelberg?" When Watson finally raised his head to ask, Michela realized that she hadn't blinked just now.

"Well, yes, what's wrong?" Michela looked at Watson with strange eyes. She didn't understand the inevitable connection between where she went to school and asking Watson to investigate her mother.