The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

March 1998, 3, early morning.

"What's the name of this thing? Sanguis Virginis ("blood of the maiden" in Latin)?"

Gulu!

Miss Watson lay lazily in the arms of Countess Archina. She drank the blood-red wine in one gulp and smacked her lips. She didn't taste anything special. She simply lifted up a whole bottle and poured it all down her throat. The bad taste for drinks in her previous life has not yet left her body. For Miss Watson, no matter how expensive the wine is, it is difficult to escape the category of bitter drinks. There was a leather box at her feet, with nine bottles of Sanjeviji neatly placed inside.

After all, you have to bring some souvenirs.

Countess Archina, who had put back on her white dress, looked blank and allowed Miss Watson to squirm in her arms. Her three daughters stood quietly in the corner of the tasting room, like servants. There were even more big and small bags at the feet of the three sisters, all of which were money and belongings that Miss Watson had collected overnight. As for the black light werewolf, after successfully tearing Countess Archina's bath towel, the dog head has completed its sacred mission, turned into flesh and blood and returned to the embrace of the Black Light Queen.

Wait, why do I call myself the Black Light Queen?

What a shame.

"Okay, it's time to go."

Miss Watson left the two soft cushions and looked up at the ceiling with some reluctance. If you exclude the dungeon part, Dimitrescu Castle is really great, and the hostess family is also very welcoming. But as she walked around, she felt a little uncomfortable. There were so many exquisite devices in the castle, so many precious art paintings, as well as various gems and sculptures...

How much money can you make if you sell them all?

To be honest, if this place had not been exposed to the information on the Umbrella server, Miss Watson would even want to occupy this place and throw the biochemical madman Kyoko into the dungeon, and do whatever biochemical experiments she likes. As for now, the castle and part of the wealth inside should be left to the villagers. The mother goddess Miranda has led the four major lords to dominate here for nearly a hundred years. This is one of the few compensations.

While searching, Miss Watson also ordered the black light servants to clean up the weak zombies in the dungeon. It is not impossible for the villagers to live in the dungeon themselves. This kind of compensation plan is much better than a certain female star in her previous life who said to the refugees, "Although they lost everything, they finally gained freedom."

Thinking about it this way, I am really a good person!

"Bella~ tell me, am I a good person?"

Holding Bella's waist, Miss Watson put her face close to her, with an expression of 'praise me now, praise me now'. Of course, Bella couldn't speak. She just followed the owner's idea through skin contact and kissed her on the cheek. Miss Watson smiled contentedly: "Humph...yo? There's another one here. Room? Let me come to Kangkang...ah ha!"

When she walked into the room, her eyes suddenly lit up.

There are two guns, one long and one short, lying in the display cabinet. On the left is a Colt Army single-action revolver. It has a classic lacquered wood grip and dark gold carvings all over the body. The serial number at the bottom indicates that it belongs to 1956. The second generation product from 1974 to 1897. As for the weapon with the same exquisite pattern on the right, it is the same Winchester M pump-action shotgun as in the game.

The best part is that I even bought a holster.

If put into the game, due to factors such as gameplay and difficulty, even if players obtain these weapons, they still need to go around to find ammunition hidden in various containers and corners. The same goes for upgrading accessories. But now, two boxes full of ammunition are placed beside each other, so there is no need to expend any effort at all. After all, this is just an old castle, and it is impossible for the countess and her family to hoard soldiers and weapons like Magneto Heisenberg. So logically speaking, there should be no such ammunition in other areas.

Kara!

The shotgun barrel was pulled to the end, emitting a strong smell of maintenance oil. This weapon is a standard 12-gauge caliber. It was designed just in time for the large-scale use of smokeless gunpowder, so it can be loaded with modern bullets. Miss Watson loaded six rounds of shotgun shells into the magazine, then reset the pump and pointed the muzzle at a window.

boom!

Flames spurted out from the end of the long barrel. Miss Watson did not release the trigger with her right index finger. She held the handguard with her left hand and slid it quickly to load the second shotgun into the gun chamber. Then there was a bang, and the M1897 fired again. In just two seconds, the remaining five rounds in the barrel were completely empty.

"Great!"

Smelling the smell of gunpowder, Miss Watson kissed the gun directly. As an old-fashioned pump-action shotgun, the Winchester M1897 is not designed with a trigger blocker, so it can actually fire semi-automatically. As long as the trigger is held tightly with the right hand, the pump (handguard) is repeatedly pulled back and forth with the left hand. ), the next shotshell will be fired due to the automatically released firing pin when it enters the gun chamber. If you are fast enough, you can spray five times a second without any problem.

It can be said to be very refreshing.

In the days before trigger blocks were invented, almost all pump-action shotguns could do this. Especially after they were put into World War I, they unleashed horrific suppressive firepower in trench warfare, beating German soldiers to the point of being inhumane. But precisely because of this, this kind of old-fashioned pump-action shotgun is more likely to misfire and be injured by accidental fire. It is especially feared by many police officers, so it has been gradually eliminated by safer modern weapons.

Of course, for Miss Watson, the harder the better.

Packing the two guns into a box, she used her pocket watch to open the entrance to Silent Hill again. After the personal experiment of the little maid before, the black light servants are now able to obey instructions such as 'not allowed to approach/leave this area' and 'not allowed to harm a certain target'. Even if they are thrown directly, they will not do anything to them. Donna posed a life threat.

"Ah! Dear lady!"

The first person to notice the movement was the puppet Anji. It held the drake voice and floated in the air with a respectful manner: "Your..."

"Shut up."

"Ok."

Donna, who was studying weapon parts on the chair, stood up and held the doll in front of her belly. She soon saw several figures following behind the white stocking maid, and her eyes widened immediately. She was so frightened that she took a few steps back and fell back on the chair: "Didi... .Di! Dimit...Dimi..."

"Dimitrescu." Miss Watson walked up to her, leaned down as if teaching a child, put one hand on her hips, and tapped the tip of Donna's nose with her finger: "Come, read it to me again: Dimitrescu Scoo."

"Dimi, Dimitrescu!"

Looking at the slightly frowned brow, Donna felt panicked and quickly stuttered and read it again.

"Don't be nervous!" Miss Watson's face suddenly changed, she smiled and reached out to rub Donna's black hair: "I'm kidding you, I found the Countess' family to keep you company, they only stay here They won’t take the initiative to hurt you in the church. Just treat it as if there are a few wooden people next to you. Remember, don’t go rummaging through the luggage they brought, okay?”

Seeing that Donna had begun to fall into social fear mode and was about to start looking for rags to cover her face, Miss Watson grabbed her hand and said one last sentence: "I know you may be curious why the countess and her family don't talk at all. Look, It sounds strange, but don’t ask me why now, do you understand?”

......

A few hours later, the reservoir area.

The fishy smell is still very strong.

In front of him was a relatively complete bottom of the pool. The large and small puddles had long condensed under the low temperature, and the dam at the edge did not appear to have suffered much damage. This was beyond Miss Watson's expectations. She quickly shifted her focus away and focused on looking for traces of the fish-man Moro. Logically speaking, hundreds of biochemical armor soldiers are enough to grind this guy to death, but Miss Watson is not the kind of careless person. As long as her memory is correct, she will come to confirm the results.

So where is that smelly fish?

The field of vision of the telescope was filled with corpses, but there was still no trace of the fish-man Moreau. When this guy died in the game, the entire huge fish expanded several times, then exploded like a balloon, and the smelly body fluids sprayed out for hundreds of meters in all directions. So...could this guy really explode? Miss Watson smelled the fishy smell and began to wander around the empty pool. Although it has been basically emptied, the silt under the water for many years was also stirred up by the earthquake. Who knows whether it was completely frozen.

She really didn't want to step on it if it wasn't particularly necessary.

After walking around for a while, the fishy smell in her nose became stronger and stronger. Miss Watson started searching along the smell and finally found the trace in a remote pit. The scene in front of me was like a pot of fish soup. The tail of the big fish was hanging down on the pot. The soup was completely green and bubbling out. Miss Watson took a closer look and saw that the part of the fish-man Moreau that had been immersed in the acid had basically dissolved and was almost rotten.

...or else it should be dissolved.

With a look of disgust on her face, Miss Watson used her tentacles to melt the fish tail, and then watched the pot of expired green pickled fish soup surge violently and completely evaporate within a few minutes. She didn't know if it was because the upper body of the fish-man Moro was basically destroyed. No memory fragments were absorbed this time, but she still felt a little nausea that she hadn't seen for a long time.

OK, end the round.

Putting on the lace sleeves again, Miss Watson shook her head and cursed as she walked towards the village. She was going to confirm the situation of the villagers and then leave this place completely. It was now noon, and although the temperature was still very low, the sky was very clear, which was obviously much better than the slightly dark and depressing feeling before. Due to repeated earthquakes, the journey to the village was intermittent. Miss Watson did not have marching boots on her feet, so she could only choose her footing carefully.

The road was littered with gravel and mounds of dirt.

When the leather shoes hit the surface, the force is neither light nor heavy, just enough to carry the body into the air and accurately land on the next target point. Within a few minutes, Miss Watson's bad mood from eating half the smelly fish improved again. She hummed an unknown tune, swaying her body to the rhythm. If she was lucky enough to step on a small piece of intact road, she would twist her skirt and dance.

Boom!

The butt of the MSG90 gun was placed on the ground, and the long gun body was used as a steel pipe, sandwiched between the two long white silk legs. Miss Watson licked her lips in front of the non-existent camera. Suddenly her style changed and her movements became playful again. She held the sniper rifle upside down, pointed it at a few pebbles on the ground, and scraped them out through the bottom of the butt like a broom.

"Yahoo~!"

The maid in white stockings jumped up and slid down the small slope in front of her, leaving only a trail of smoke and dust stirred up by the wind.

Where to go next?

Go to Brazil to accompany Miss Butterfly Knife?

Moving nimbly among the gravel and mounds of earth, Miss Watson began to hesitate in her heart. She didn't know if it was affected by factors such as the tons of memory fragments in the fungus root. At this moment, she actually found herself a little reluctant, unwilling to enter the calm, silent, restrained or even depressed state of 'Mr. Watson' again.

How long has it been?

The progress gradually stopped. Miss Watson, holding the sniper rifle, suddenly realized something terrible. During this period of time, I was too happy to be a woman, and I was used to this kind of free life, where I could laugh when I wanted to, be coquettish when I wanted, and lose my temper when I wanted to; but when I turned into a man again, all this joy seemed like They are all invisibly bound.

She clearly enjoys such an unscrupulous female self.

But she didn't like this kind of male self.

What were you like as a male?

Miss Watson rubbed her head, and the memories in her mind seemed very far away. Staring at the snowflakes blankly, she finally recalled the melancholy and lonely walk, the intoxicated but restrained kiss on Christmas Eve, and the embarrassing but candid hug beside the abandoned railway - Mr. Watson was originally like that ? She seems to be the complete opposite of Miss Watson. She is very entangled in everything she does... Is this considered entangled? He always likes to think about many things and cannot do things according to his inner thoughts. Even if he has any excessive impulses, he only dares to think but not do it - as if men are born to behave this way.

Miss Watson is having fun, and Mr. Watson is still a virgin!

...Why am I like this?

…When did I start to look like this?

Has the world bound Mr. Watson, or has Mr. Watson bound himself? Without much hesitation, Miss Watson settled on the second answer. She felt a sense of absurd disdain in her heart. Even though she was already trying to be a good man, Mr. Watson was not only hypocritical, but also a bastard!

Not like me, so open and honest!

Pride bursting from her chest, Miss Watson pondered this question as she continued towards the village. After walking this way for about twenty minutes, low-rise buildings began to appear in sight.

Accompanied by the faint sound of gunfire.