The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

This time, the interior of Hydra is probably going to shake.

Let them look for it, they won't be able to find me anyway.

Miss Watson pushed open the door of the phone booth, and her eyes were filled with gray. The snow gradually increased in the evening, causing unwilling New Yorkers to retreat into their houses. For Ms. Watson, who was used to the speed of swinging between high-rise buildings, the subway and taxis became a bit unbearable, not to mention it was during rush hour. As soon as she returned to the apartment and finished unloading the goods, she couldn't wait to change her clothes and ran out again to find a place to make a phone call.

Taking advantage of the cover of darkness, she climbed up a small building and took off her cheap disguise, revealing Stark's customized tight-fitting combat uniform.

She put on her helmet and started sprinting on the vertical wall, the howling of the wind getting louder and louder.

not enough.

Faster.

The force of his legs continued to increase, and the scene in front of him seemed to be fast forwarded, with buildings and woods passing by quickly. As the speed gradually approaches the limit, under the combat uniform, the leg muscles have gradually returned to the appearance of blood-red tentacles. Perhaps because of running with all her strength, an inexplicable bondage broke away from the bottom of her heart. The feeling was slightly different from the previous feeling of flying in the city center, which drove Miss Watson to pull two tentacles and let her body shoot into the night sky like a slingshot. The cold wind cuts through the body like a knife, letting the chill seep through the clothes and seep into the skin.

Today she brought almost nothing, truly defenseless.

Miss Watson hasn't worn this combat uniform for a while. Old Howard is really good at equipment design. This unknown material is light, tight, comfortable and elastic, tightly wrapping every inch of skin - if it were a little thinner, it would be like wearing a layer of opaque stockings.

But even so, the feeling of air squeezing on the surface of the body is still very obvious. The wind and snow are quite strong tonight. When the speed reaches a certain level, the feeling of the wind blowing on my body is completely different. Just like reaching out of the window on the highway, Miss Watson's entire body crashed into a ball of extremely soft transparent objects. As her body continued to flip in mid-air, they gently caressed every part. Although I knew in my heart that this thing was air resistance, it brought an indescribable feeling of pleasure.

She threw herself high into the air again.

His arms were clasped together, as if dancing.

The street lights below formed strips of light, which were repeatedly bent and intertwined into square bright disks. Compared with Manhattan, Staten Island has a stronger atmosphere of life, and there are not so many neon lights on the road. From where we are now, we can still see the chimneys and ports of the industrial area on the West Bank in the distance. Miss Watson quickly selected a tall building and stood on the top signal tower, letting her body with surging tentacles gradually return to its original state.

Another night to enjoy the night view.

She never stayed in New York for too long every time, so she still felt novel about the city's late-night snow scene. Although this building is quite tall, it is obviously not as high as those skyscrapers in Manhattan. The street lights on the surrounding roads happened to form several large circles, and many of them were still stuck in the shadows of trees, faintly exposed by the cold wind.

The dim yellow light passes through the helmet's eyepiece, bringing a lonely warmth.

And peace.

After sitting there for a few minutes, Miss Watson removed her helmet. After waking up from the cave of Mother Goddess Miranda, she didn't know whether it was because of the impact of massive memory fragments, but she clearly felt as if she had swallowed stimulants. She couldn't help but move, wanted to laugh, and wanted to cry. , I want to dance, I want to kill...I want everything, but I don't want to sit still. Even if he found happiness from the countess and his family, the peace after that was short-lived.

But now, she felt like her previous state had really come back bit by bit.

hiss--

A large mouthful of cold air was sucked into the body, and then blown out through equally cold lips. Miss Watson smoothed her hair and lay back, planning to stay here until morning.

Then, the phone on my waist vibrated.

Michela? !

Miss Watson jumped up like a corpse, took out her mobile phone, and saw the three characters "Master Wang" displayed on the screen. She rolled her eyes and pressed the answer button: "Oh Master Wang, why do you, a busy man, think of calling me? You don't want to ask me for the money you paid for the free chicken last time, do you? Okay, wait......"

"It's serious! It's serious! It's urgent!"

Master Wang sounded anxious, as if he saw the dish was about to be burned: "I heard Hamil said you ran away to New York?"

"Yeah, so?"

"A group of hell demons have broken through the seal. We have to organize people to arrest them. If you happen to be in New York, please help take care of the New York Temple. Especially Angela is short of someone to take care of her. It only takes one night. You don't need to sleep anyway, right? ?"

"Huh?" Miss Watson held the phone in her left hand and pinched a snowball in her right hand: "Wait a minute, let me figure it out, the devil from hell has slipped out. If you don't ask me to help catch it, why don't you ask me to take care of the baby?"

Snapped!

The snowball accurately hit the nearest street lamp.

"When did you ask for help and you didn't want any reward?"

After not seeing each other for a while, Master Wang became more and more arrogant: "Most of them are just ordinary little devils. Little devils are not a big problem, they are just troublesome to catch. Isn't it time to catch up with the rotation? New apprentices You also need to practice. This kind of opportunity is not easy to find. You can go as many as you want. As for you, don’t get involved. Hurry up. I’ll ask the gatekeeper of the New York Temple to wait for you to come over."

"Row."

Miss Watson agreed happily. After all, the baby girl Angela was rescued from Raccoon City by herself. She usually left her under the care of the Kamateki mages. It was appropriate to take a look at her occasionally. But to be honest, babysitting is simply one of the most troublesome jobs in the world. These little guys never care whether others are tired or not, and they just do whatever they want. Miss Watson is quite familiar with Master Wang. The reason he spoke so anxiously was probably because if he couldn't find anyone to help him, he would have to take care of the baby girl.

......

3:47 a.m., New York Temple.

"You ruined my vacation, you know that?"

The whispers did not cause any movement. There were two people in the room, one large and one small. The little one was sleeping soundly in the crib, while the older one was propping up his chin and was so bored that he started playing with his mobile phone. However, the only mobile games in this era were Snake and Tetris. For Ms. Watson, a game geek, it only took a few minutes to go from being addicted to being bored.

There are milk powder and diapers on the table next to it. Spare towels, quilt covers and clothes are piled directly on the sofa. There is a kerosene lamp in the corner, and there are a few toys on the carpet. It is no different from the baby room in ordinary people's homes. . Thinking of having to stay until daylight, Miss Watson immediately began to regret not bringing a gun with her when she went out, at least now she could play assembly games.

I have to say, babies are indeed adorable.

The lips and nose are so small and delicate, and there is a kind of vulnerability that can arouse affection. The most conspicuous thing is the two plump cheeks, which makes people want to reach out and pinch them.

Hold it back, something big will happen if she opens her eyes.

Miss Watson reminded herself repeatedly, suppressing the maternal love from Miranda in her heart. If he had been in such a chaotic state a few days ago, he would have been hugging and kissing the little baby girl crazily by now. But now, she is basically able to control her body and will not be affected by those messy thoughts.

Why don't you sneak upstairs and play?

In the movie, the New York Temple has an area dedicated to the safekeeping of mysterious magical artifacts, and the levitation cloak worn by Doctor Strange is locked there. In the past, coming here was necessary for teleportation, but when it came time to go out directly, Miss Watson also had few opportunities to wander around the temple.

"Woo..."

As soon as this idea came out of her mind, the little baby girl Angela frowned.

Stop it! Stop it, baby!

The bad guess came true, and with a "wow", Angela clenched her two little fists, lay in the crib and began to cry. In just ten seconds, the movement gradually increased, like iron nails hitting the ceiling back and forth. Miss Watson covered her ears and, after a few minutes, stood up.

"Baby, what's wrong with you?"

She walked to the crib: "Why are you crying if you sleep well? What's wrong with you?"

"Wow--!!!!!"

Loud.

Seeing someone approaching, Angela raised her arm directly.

You want me to hug you?

This pitiful appearance was like a vibranium armor-piercing bullet that penetrated Miss Watson's half-pretended indifference. She took a deep breath and continued to roll her eyes. Although she hesitated a little, she finally took the little cub into her arms and began to gently lift it up and down. This soothing trick is used almost all over the world, and the effect is achieved quickly. Angela rests her head on the two lumps of flesh on Miss Watson's chest, her little face resting against her ears, and her crying becomes noticeably smaller.

"Are you satisfied?"

The sweet fragrance of a baby penetrated into his nose, and coupled with this soft, helpless, and fragile body, the impulse in his heart was on the verge of losing control. But Miss Watson was still very stubborn. She repeatedly hypnotized her baby to act like a naughty child when it grew up. She just put on a bad face and said, "You can continue to cry if you can? Cry until morning. I see you are tired." I’m still tired.”

"Eh...wow-"

"Oh, are you really crying?"

Miss Watson quickly touched her back. The little baby was kicking its legs and feet so hard that it crushed her breasts: "I'm just talking, just talking..."

"Wow wow wow wow!!!"

Angela cried louder and louder.

After struggling for a few minutes, Miss Watson finally realized a possibility: it seemed that her body was too cold. She put the baby girl back on the bed, quickly checked the ventilation of the room, and then ran to bring in a basin of charcoal fire. There are a lot of things to pay attention to when basking in the fire. The distance, time and temperature must be controlled well. Otherwise, over time, the skin may become dry and the body may become dehydrated. After setting up the charcoal fire, Miss Watson quickly returned to the crib and added a layer of quilt to the baby girl, which made the other party calm down.

Headache......

After recalling the instructions of the temple mages, she came to the table and brewed the milk powder gently. For the first time in history, Miss Watson felt dissatisfied with her body's lack of normal temperature. Although low temperature can deceive thermal imaging searches, if the technology matures in the future and encounters civilian temperature measuring instruments, it will be very conspicuous among a group of people with normal body temperature.

It’s so conspicuous that it’s not easy to get through even airport security.

Not to mention the current situation, if you and your teammates get lost in the snow in the future and have to use your body to warm each other, your hug will freeze them to death.

And there are even worse things about low body temperature.

Like...in bed?

Miss Watson's thoughts inexplicably wandered to Michelle. The girl once said that she was as cold as a corpse. The result of this coldness was that the two could not fall asleep hugging each other. Although I don't have to sleep, if I want to cuddle and cuddle for a long time, do I still have to put a brazier next to me?

The thoughts in my mind were chaotic, but the movements in my hands were very steady.

Pour down a cup of boiling water, and the baby milk powder will gradually be stirred and dissolved. Miss Watson felt the scalding temperature of the cup wall for a while, poured it into the thermos pot, and then silently walked to the charcoal brazier and sat down.