The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

Water drops splashed onto her legs, and the maid couldn't help but shudder. She turned her eyes and secretly looked at the woman taking a bath.

Her back is so beautiful.

The maid never imagined that the weird-looking mud man a few minutes ago would look like this after the dirt was peeled off. I have seen many finely carved and expensive marble sculptures in the castle before, but even they can't compare to the smooth white and moist shoulders in front of me. Under the moonlight, the moist skin reflected a dazzling luster. If her waist wasn't still twisting, the woman in front of her would be the most perfect sculpture.

And...it also smells of holiness.

This word came to the little maid's mind inexplicably. She recalled the story she heard when she was a child. The beautiful elf was bathing in the forest. This is probably the scene now, right?

But perfection is perfection.

My legs are still cold now.

Turning her head to look at the three pairs of ghostly eyes at the door, the maid had no choice but to pull the hemp rope again with a grimace to deflect the water jug ​​above.

Although they made a lot of money from the wine business, the Dimitrescu family did not treat their servants well. In the servants' quarters, the bath room was connected to the toilet, with only a large iron pipe as the main water supply source. The fixed open water tank above collects water from the break in the iron pipe. It has a certain inclination. Once enough water is stored, it will naturally pour downwards. However, this simple design also makes it difficult for the water to flow continuously. The interval of just half a minute is enough to make a person who has just been soaked in the water go crazy with cold on a cold day.

Even if there is a boiler heating during bath time, the two extremes of cold and hot make it more uncomfortable to a certain extent. Therefore, the servants could only ask a companion to stand by and pull the hemp rope to put down the water in advance when taking a bath. This reminded Miss Watson of the urinals in some domestic villages in the 90s. The only difference is that the water here has to go through the shower before flushing into the toilet. Fortunately, the stone tile floor in the bathroom is relatively clean.

These servants have done their best.

Wow!

Another half bucket of ice water poured down, which sounded particularly loud in the empty bathroom. The cold wind blowing in through the cracks in the window suddenly intensified, causing her calves to tingle slightly. The distracted maid blinked her eyelids and saw that the woman in front of her, whose back was turned to her, had turned around at some point.

"Hello? Come to your senses."

After waiting for a while but no water, Miss Watson, who was about to finish washing, saw the little maid's eyes dull and waved her hands in confusion. The girl shook her head, responded with a blushing face, and hurriedly pulled the hemp rope again, her little eyes twisting left and right, not knowing where to put them.

A few minutes later.

"You... please wear this." The little maid led Miss Watson to a bed and took out a maid outfit from the luggage bag underneath: "This is sister Nicole's clothes. I miss her... …It’s no longer needed.”

"Thank you."

Miss Watson kicked off her slippers, sat down on the bed and began to dress. In fact, in terms of value, the maid uniform is the most expensive property in this room. The countess and her family were used to luxurious and exquisite surroundings, so naturally they didn't like to see someone wearing shabby linen clothes dangling in front of them. But after all, they still need maids to bring tea and water and clean the room, so when it comes to clothing, they have to at least take a look at it.

After putting on the underwear, Miss Watson rolled the white stockings into a circle, spread them with two thumbs, gently put them on the toes, and then slowly rolled them up with the help of the friction of the fingertips. The little maid kept looking at that leg. Those fingers that repeatedly curled up and stretched out seemed to be fascinated. Her eyes followed the sock ring and finally stopped at the rouge-like delicate thigh. Miss Watson quickly noticed the other person's gaze, glanced over, and gave a gentle chuckle with her profile.

It turns out that women can be so beautiful.

The stockings used in winter are actually very thick, and the skin can only be seen faintly when the joints are bent. At this thickness, the beauty can only be presented by the shape of the legs, not to mention the white stockings. The leg in front of her, regardless of muscle mass, proportion, or curvature, far exceeded what the girl had seen before. At this moment, even the image of Countess Archina was broken in her heart.

Miss Watson lowered her face sideways and reached out to push her hair behind her ears. Although she was wearing maid's clothes, her movements were full of aristocratic air, which made the little maid feel a sense of inferiority in her heart.

...She must be a princess, right?

The girl's thoughts were in a mess, and she even forgot her anxiety and fear. From the moment he saw this woman's true face, he seemed to be out of danger. The two had only been together for more than ten minutes, and the maid could see the respectful attitude that the Earl's daughters had towards this woman. Although she didn't know the specific reason, her strong desire for a sense of security made her want to get closer, and even gave up her initial idea of ​​​​escape.

"All right."

After fastening the four-bone garter belt, lowering the hem of the skirt, and adjusting the lace collar around her neck, Miss Watson threw the underwear on the bed, lowered her head and started to put on the strappy leather shoes: "This is too small, I can't wear it. But the shoe size is It’s okay…what’s wrong with you?”

The little maid had tears in her eyes.

"what happened to you?"

Miss Watson was very strange. She tied up her shoes in twos and twos, leaned over and blinked: "Are you afraid? There is nothing to be afraid of. There are not many people left in this castle. Oh - I understand, you Are you still afraid that those three women will rush in?"

She gently hugged the little maid's body and raised her hand to point to the trio of lesbians at the door: "Didn't I tell you that I am a distinguished guest of the Dimitrescu family, and these three ladies don't dare to offend me? Yes. The countess has sent them here to serve me, and they will do whatever I say! If you don’t believe me, try it..."

With that said, Miss Watson took out a military ax and stuffed it into the palm of the little maid: "How about you go over and give them two axes, and I guarantee they won't resist at all?"

"No...no...don't."

The girl was so frightened that she shrank into Miss Watson's arms, tears streaming down her face.

It’s so easy to guess what the little girl is thinking...

"Okay, don't be afraid anymore. It's okay." Miss Watson comforted the little maid softly while hugging her tightly. After being frightened for most of the day, this poor child really needed to vent. Because she had helped put the bath water before, the girl had taken off her leather shoes and stockings, and her slender legs were shivering in slippers, looking pitiful.

As the two hugged each other, the inexplicable maternal love in Miss Watson's heart began to flow out again. She cursed Miranda silently, suppressed the urge to kiss the little maid on the forehead, and even stopped her words of comfort. That's almost it. If you really want to coax them for a while, if someone gets entangled with you and you can't drive them away, wouldn't it be a loss of blood?

Well... the main thing is that this little girl doesn't look cute.

Wow! Snot!

"It's almost done."

She pushed the girl's head away: "Put on your socks quickly, be careful of catching a cold."

Gan! Why should I say the second half of the sentence?

Seeing the little maid wiping her tears and sitting obediently wiping her feet, Miss Watson curled her lips and tied the cleaned armed belt to her body. After the ammunition was basically used up, these magazines and weapons all became a burden, and she even began to consider whether to go back to Silent Hill again. However, Miss Watson soon gave up the idea. Beating the countess did not require shooting.

The cover of the pocket watch that had just been opened was closed again, and Miss Watson turned to look at the little maid.

Then her expression changed.

pat!

The pocket watch was opened again, and Donna's photo inside was already full of cracks.

Damn it, when did it happen?

Miss Watson thought for a moment and realized that this probably happened while she was in a coma. As early as when he left Silent Hill, the puppet master was already in a state of collapse. According to her understanding of Donna's character, it was normal for something to happen so quickly. Almost subconsciously, Miss Watson was immediately ready to find a door and return to Silent Hill to see the Puppet Master. But just as I turned around, another thought popped into my mind:

Would it be better for Donna to die in Silent Hill?

This idea made Miss Watson feel a little ridiculous. How could she think like this? But after a moment, she realized what the problem was. Donna is not the Winter Soldier. First of all, her death will have no impact on the plot, or she was meant to die on a certain day in 2021. Secondly, this girl has no relationship with herself. She died in Silent Hill and has no impact on this strange town. The benefits may be greater. After all, whether desperate or unwilling, how strong will be the emotions before death?

"......Miss?"

The little maid had finished dressing, but seeing that Miss Watson didn't move for a while, she had to call out carefully and softly.

"Let's go, put on your coat, and I'll take you out." Miss Watson asked a few black-light servants to step away and stand at the exit of the room first: "Do you have family in the village? The earthquake destroyed a lot of land. When you walk Don’t fall into the trap.”

"Yes, yes, my parents are in the village."

The girl was holding on to a coat, her expression looked a little timid, but when she finally walked up to Miss Watson, she plucked up her courage a little: "Um...can I know your name?"

......

A few minutes later.

The little maid held an oil lamp in her left hand and a bag of coins in her right hand. She took a few steps and turned around before disappearing from the edge of the outer wall. Miss Watson brushed the snowflakes off her shoulders, turned around and walked into the door again, and the warm air rushed in again. The LaLaLa trio and the dog head stayed quietly in the front hall. Until now, Countess Aqina was still missing.

But Miss Watson already had another urgent matter.

She found a door and pressed her pocket watch against the surface. Soon, the familiar church appeared in front of her. Donna and her puppet Angie are not here, and the ammunition box shows signs of being turned over. Miss Watson turned to look at the black light servants behind her, ordered them to stay where they were, then simply arranged their equipment and pushed open the side exit of the church.

The familiar scarlet eyes looked like he had entered the 'other world' state.

But there are still differences.

The cracks in the walls and floors in the streets and alleys are now covered with yellow flowers, just like those seen in the Benevento mansion. After she left, Donna must have experienced very severe mental fluctuations, otherwise it would be impossible for Silent Hill to undergo such a degree of change. Miss Watson took three quick steps up the wall, then sprayed out her tentacles, pulling her body to leap over a large number of low buildings in front of her.

This set of actions was used again, and it was different from before. Although it is still dark red, the tentacles are thinner and longer, and the ends are split into more than ten small heads, which is more similar to the shape of the spider silk in the "Spider-Man" movie. And after touching objects, they no longer fix themselves by rolling, but really have a kind of "stickiness", which increases the number of fixed points that can be selected exponentially.

Miss Watson was in no mood to continue observing.

She was anxious to find Donna's location.

In fact, until now, Miss Watson has not decided whether to intervene or not. Logically speaking, if I hide nearby and say nothing, I will not cause any interference to the development of the matter. Therefore, she decided to arrive at the scene to see the situation before making a decision. Following the monsters all the way, the drake voice of the puppet Anji soon reached his ears.

"Bad guy! You are all bad guys!!!"

This is a small intersection, but it is surrounded from all sides. Donna was squatting next to a mailbox in a state of embarrassment. Her hood had been thrown away somewhere. But this is not the most urgent thing. The most urgent thing is that this girl is holding an AKM automatic rifle——

Put the muzzle of the gun into his mouth.