The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

It was already evening when we returned to Mori Manor. After the enthusiastic solicitation of the old lady Euphemia, Watson stayed and had a very sumptuous dinner. Although it was said to be rich...in reality, Watson was only about 60% full. As his perception and control of this body became deeper and deeper, Watson was able to distinguish the severity of hunger and slow down the secretion of digestive juices in his body.

In other words, there will no longer be a very eye-catching situation where a large piece of meat suddenly disappears before it is completely swallowed into the mouth. At least it will wait until the food enters the body along the esophagus before Watson will let it go. The body secretes digestive juices.

The lively dinner guests enjoyed themselves. Watson and Mrs. Euphemia mentioned a lot of past events during World War II. Michelle listened with great interest, while Mrs. Marina looked very worried. After dinner, Watson changed back into the "Princess in Military Uniform" outfit and prepared to leave, but just as he walked out of the door of the villa, Mrs. Marina stopped him.

"Mr. Watson, please stay. I want to talk to you."

A few minutes later, on the small terrace on the roof of the villa.

"Thank you again for your hospitality, Mrs. Marina, what do you want to talk to me about?" Watson felt the breeze in the light night still carrying a hint of sunshine and warmth, and sat comfortably on the chair.

Mrs. Marina sat down in front of him and spoke with a serious face: "Mr. Watson, my daughter, Michela is still very young, and she still has some unrealistic... fantasies. ." Mrs. Marina's eyes revealed a plea: "Please forgive my offense, but as a mother, I want to ask you to refuse her."

Madam, you are obviously over-worrying, because I still can’t figure out what Michela means to me. Watson complained in his heart that he very much wished that he had the ability to read minds at this moment, so that he could test Lady Marina's attitude and confirm whether Michela was a member of Hydra.

Too bad Watson didn't.

Seeing that Watson did not respond, Mrs. Marina thought that he was unhappy with her words, so she hurriedly continued: "We are really grateful for your kindness to our family. I believe there must be other ways to repay you, no matter what. Whether it is money or other requirements, as long as it has nothing to do with my daughter, we can try our best to do it. And, if you want, I can..."

"Lady Marina."

Watson spoke up, interrupting Mrs. Marina.

Michela said that her mother only started acting abnormally half a year ago. If what she said is true, maybe Mrs. Marina's lying ability has not reached the level of a professional agent. Watson didn't think of any good solution at the moment. He decided to agree first and let Mrs. Marina relax her vigilance, and then confirm it through subsequent monitoring.

But before that, we have to perform a short scene.

Watson slowly moved his face in front of Mrs. Marina, making a very oppressive look, and his beautiful light purple eyes stared into her eyes with a strong sense of scrutiny. Mrs. Marina's head was tilted back slightly, her lips were pursed tightly, and her pupils were shrinking due to nervousness.

No one spoke, and time passed like this for several minutes.

Nervousness, panic, sadness, despair, pleading... These are the emotions Watson felt one by one from Mrs. Marina's eyes. He found no trace of such emotions as joking, elation, and indifference. Well, Watson thought to herself, her worries about her daughter were real, and maybe Michela really wasn't Hydra.

Watson stood up and stopped looking into Lady Marina's eyes.

"I promise you, madam, I will refuse Michela."

In the past few long minutes, Mrs. Marina's tears had even begun to fall from her eyes. At this time, she tightly covered her mouth, swallowed several times, and took several deep sobbing breaths before she could calm down. After regaining his strength, he said with a hoarse cry: "Thank you, Mr. Watson."

After that, Mrs. Marina turned around and left with slightly staggering steps, forgetting to even say goodbye.

Watching her leave, Watson turned back. Now Mrs. Marina's wariness should no longer be so obvious, and I will have more opportunities to pry out the secrets of Hydra from her.

Then the figure of Michela appeared in Watson's mind. Her acting skills were flexible, she was very enthusiastic when she needed to show off, and she had three attributes when she didn't need to show off. Thinking about this, she expressed a good impression of herself. Perhaps it was also to increase the chance of agreeing to help.

As for the slightest possibility of reality? Watson thought back to his two brief love experiences when he was a student in his previous life, and then sadly discovered that he could no longer recall what "like" felt like, because at that time, Watson liked playing games more than he liked girls. Friends, this is why breakups happen so quickly.

What does it feel like to like someone?

In terms of time, I will think of her when I have nothing to do, I will think of her when I am moved by the scene, I will think of her when I share my joy, and I will think of her when I talk about my pain.

In terms of feeling, you will be happy when you see her, you will miss her when you leave her, you will feel warm when you are close to her, and you will be crazy if you lose her.

Do I feel this way about Michela? Watson asked himself.

No, I just think she is beautiful. Her interests and hobbies, her growth experience, her childhood stories, her frustrations and hardships, her happiest and happiest moment, the scene she had most longed for and longed for, and even the things she once liked. Men and women, all of it...

I'm not even interested in getting to know her, I just think she's beautiful.

Yes, I don't like Michela.

I don't have "that liking" for her.

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"According to your request, I have collected hundreds of bacterial viruses in the laboratory these days. In addition to some basic common types, there are also some types that can easily cause severe illness. I have locked the thermostatic trays that store these things in the laboratory. It's in the personal refrigerator." It was still the same cafe as last time. Michela looked at Watson, who was wearing a well-tailored brown casual suit in front of her: "Although you haven't told me what to do, since you said It helps solve the problem, so be it.”

Michela then threw a photo to Watson.

"Those in the photo are the refrigerators that store these bacteria and viruses. I suggest you open them violently and make it look like they were stolen." This time Michela cut a whole piece of sugar and threw it into the coffee cup, stirring it slowly for nearly a minute. It took a few minutes to bring it to his lips: "There are also a few photos taken of the locations of surveillance cameras. I observed them and found that there are many routes to avoid them. I have already drawn a picture of the specific situation for you."

"Then you should avoid the patrolling security guards, right? Thank you for the reminder." Watson watched Michela put the sugar knife in her hand and kept playing with it, and thought to herself that you really like to play with knives. You even deliberately asked the clerk for some coffee. Uncut candy bar.

"Well, then is there anything gained from my mother's side?"

Michelle is not the only one who is busy. Watson has also been using his mobility, vision and hearing advantages to monitor Mrs. Marina these days. Her bedroom was the place where she gained the most. Watson heard slight calls coming from the wall several times. Although the sound was not loud, it was still caught by Watson's ears.

Through this conversation information, on the one hand, Watson determined that the person Mrs. Marina was serving was "Mrs. Viper," and the other party wanted to do something on the plane that transported Watson to New York. On the other hand, Mrs. Euphemia and Michela have also been eliminated as suspects.

If Mrs. Marina is still acting these days, and the person on the other end of the phone is cooperating with her...then I can only say that Hydra is a bullshit. I am too young and deserve to be deceived, Watson thought to himself.

He sorted out the information he had collected so far and thought about it. First of all, Hydra is not a monolithic interior. Germany is not Madam Viper's territory, but is within the sphere of influence of another Hydra leader, Baron Strucker.

Secondly, the secret of her "immortality" is not only of interest to Madam Viper, but also to Baron Strucker. Therefore, after being the first to discover the existence of Watson, if Madam Viper directly sends people to take action in Heidelberg, there will no doubt be alarmed. Baron Strucker.

Therefore, the safer approach is obviously to let Watson leave Germany voluntarily. It would be best to have him controlled on the plane and then flown directly to Lady Viper's base camp.

"Your mother joined Hydra six months ago." Watson told the truth straightforwardly: "Hydra threatened your life and your grandmother's life to force Mrs. Marina to submit. As for the reason, I guess it may be It’s because they took a fancy to the Heinzwafen family’s logistics capabilities in Germany.”

But they found me and now they're coming for me. Watson couldn't help but roll his eyes. He didn't expect that after checking this side task, it would eventually turn back to me.

"Hydra?" Michela didn't notice Watson's expression. She raised her eyebrows: "You mean the Hydra from World War II? I thought they had become history with the end of World War II, but... …I still believe this coming from you, a direct participant in the destruction of Hydra.”

"So what are we going to do?" Michela pondered for a moment and asked.

"I don't know how many people Hydra can send here. In theory, letting them think that the situation is still under control is the safest way. I will obey Madam Marina's arrangement and leave here. Then her mission is completed, you guys There is no danger." Watson took a sip of coffee, assuming my body can handle your plate of bacteria and viruses.

"But in this case, my mother will still be coerced by Hydra. This is treating the symptoms but not the root cause." Michela frowned, but soon her expression calmed down: "However, I originally asked you to help me. It's just an investigation. You have already completed it, and you have done it well. You really have no obligation to continue to help us..."

"I don't plan to do this." Watson interrupted Michela. This group of Hydra has discovered and targeted him. If they are not sent to hell, or there are other possible ways to completely solve this problem If so, Watson won't be able to sleep well. And now that she is just Mrs. Viper, he is afraid that if it continues like this, they might hold an internal meeting one day and all the Hydras around the world will know about it.

He thought of a way, which was to kill all the people stationed by Lady Viper in Heidelberg, and then throw the pot to Baron Strucker. As long as his true identity is not discovered in this matter, then he can let the two of them fight each other, and the Heinzwafen family can also take it out.

"I will find a way to help you solve this problem, Michela. The plate of bacteria and viruses you collected will be of great help to me."

Hearing Watson's words, Michelle's lips twitched. She wanted to say something but stopped immediately. She looked at Watson intently for a while before slowly speaking: "I'm very grateful that you want to help us." ...But why are you doing this? Do you want to continue to complete the things you did not finish during World War II? Or...are you doing it for me?"

Of course it's not for you... But I was worried about how to explain it. I didn't expect you to think about it for me? Faced with Michela's question, Watson straightened his back and said something shamelessly that he didn't even believe: "For the sake of world peace, Hydra must be eliminated. This is my responsibility."

"……Um."

Michelle looked straight at Watson, with an expression as if she knew him for the first time.

"By the way, speaking of our affairs..." Watson leaned back in his chair and changed the subject: "Mrs. Marina talked to me a few days ago, and in order to relax her vigilance, I agreed to her request. "

"any request?"

"Break up with you."

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On another evening when the sky was filled with warm sunset, Watson and Michela walked into the gate of Mori Manor.

"Are we about to start?" Watson glanced at Michela.

"Let's get started." After speaking, Michela lowered her head and began to brew her emotions.

"Let me reiterate, I really have no experience in this area..." Watson felt a little helpless. I really can't blame him. The two breakups he experienced in his previous life were even completed by the woman taking the initiative to send text messages. It is conceivable that it was How excessive.

"It doesn't matter. You don't have to say anything or make any expressions. Just leave it to me."

After saying this, Michelle was already in a mood. She raised her head and bowed her head slightly. Her two white and slender hands were tightly grasped in front of her abdomen, and the tendons on the back of her hands were slightly protruding. Her azure eyes were filled with crystal tears. Her previously indifferent aristocratic princess temperament was gone. Her miserable look made people want to come forward and comfort her.

Watson was already a little at a loss, as was Grandma Leia, and so was Old Lady Euphemia, and still is. He is not good at dealing with situations where someone is crying, no matter if it is a man or a woman.

As the door of the villa got closer and closer, Michela began to cry louder and louder. The sweeping maid at the door of the villa stared blankly at the two people who were getting closer and closer, then hurriedly walked into the house with a broom.

"Why are you doing this!"

Watson and Michela stopped at the gate. Michela screamed loudly and beat Watson's chest with both hands.

I really didn't know you could shout so loudly...and you're pretty strong. Watson pretended to raise his hand to support her shoulders. He glanced at the hall from the corner of his eye, and Lady Marina's figure had appeared at the corner of the stairs not far away.

As soon as his fingers touched Michela's shoulder, he was violently thrown away by the other party: "You don't have any feelings for me, do you? Ah? Do you dare to say it again?"

Snapped!

Michela slapped Watson on the left side of the face.

"You bastard man!"

Snapped!

Before Watson could react, he was also slapped on the right side of his face.

I think you are pretending to be real! You drama queen! Watson's eyes widened when he saw Mrs. Marina rushing over with her skirt, as if it was the first time he saw his daughter look like this.

"Don't say anything!"

"Watson Taxner, you heartless man..."

"I don't want to see you again!"

Michela pushed Watson's chest hard, turned around and ran towards the door with her face covered. That movement, that posture, in Watson's eyes, she was not running up the steps of the villa, but the golden Oscar awards stage.

"Mr. Watson..."

Mrs. Marina looked at her daughter's back and then at Watson, who had been slapped twice, but hesitated to speak.

"Solved, although the form is not very ideal." It's your choice, idol. Watson shrugged, turned and left, no longer paying attention to Mrs. Marina, who had a complicated face.

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At night, Heidelberg University Medical School.

Watson followed the route drawn on the map and came to an old building in the style of a European medieval castle. As the first university in Germany, it was full of similar medieval renovated buildings. Even the street lights on the walkways exuded... A strong flavor of European classical romanticism.

Skillfully climbing up to the top floor along the surveillance blind spot, Watson opened the window and entered the empty laboratory. What appeared in front of me were a large number of test tubes, microscopes and unknown gadgets that looked like precision instruments on the table. The previous atmosphere that was still the same was suddenly diluted by the modern high-tech interior decoration.

With his excellent night vision, Watson quickly found the refrigerator in the photo, which contained a tray full of slides. Bacteria and viruses of different colors reflected colorfully under the weak light of the indicator light. Color is as beautiful and deadly as a poisonous snake.

Okay, the experiment begins.

The way Watson uses his body to detect bacteria and viruses is really simple and crude: just lick it with your tongue.

Looking at the handwritten German on the slide, Watson, who was a liberal arts student in his previous life, could hardly understand it except for some basic "flu viruses". Well, he picked up the slide and licked it.

It's a little sour and then the tongue feels numb.

Watson carefully felt the feedback from his body. A "foreign body feeling" appeared on the tip of his tongue, and then his mouth began to secrete digestive juices uncontrollably. After just a few seconds, the sourness and numbness disappeared. The two nets, alone, never appear the same.

The expected nasal congestion, heaviness in the brain and the urge to sneeze did not appear at all.

That's it?

Watson curled his lips. Fortunately, I had been mentally prepared for a long time.

Turning his head to look at the remaining hundreds of glass slides, Watson didn't want to distinguish them carefully anymore, since he couldn't understand them with his shallow biological knowledge anyway. He simply reached out casually, picked up one and started licking it.

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The early morning sunlight slowly shines into the windows of the laboratory corridor. The simple wooden floor breathes the sunlight, and traces of microorganisms invisible to the naked eye float up.

But Watson can see that after completing the toxicity test last night, Watson did not show any symptoms. Instead, he found that he was beginning to see microorganisms and bacteria floating in the air through his eyes.

In the hours before dawn, Watson had been adapting to this new ability, and he needed to concentrate quite a bit to get his eyes into this state. In this state, not only the energy consumption of the body increases, but also the mist-like outlines of different colors of these microorganisms and bacteria and viruses can only be seen like the different temperature color blocks displayed in the infrared detection instrument, but they cannot be distinguished in detail. appearance.

But this made Watson feel a lot more comfortable. After all, if he could really see every microorganism, bacteria, and virus clearly, if nothing else, when talking to others face to face, he would see everything on their faces. There are all kinds of things... That scene is so terrifying that just watching it for a second can make people with trypophobia go crazy.

Watson left the laboratory with ease, ready to replenish his hungry body with food. Next, he will find a way to remove Lady Viper's troops stationed in Heidelberg, and he will also blame Baron Strucker for the matter.

But the most important thing is to prepare a new vest for yourself.

Preferably a killer.