The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

"and many more......"

Watson finally realized what Michela was going to do, but it was already tonight when he made a sound. Although he was still half entangled by the tentacles, it did not prevent the girl from turning her body slightly and pressing her slender legs up. The two graceful vastus medialis muscles on the left and right tightly clamp the waist and abdomen. Just by feeling the strength, Watson can understand Michela's determination: "Why do I feel that something is wrong with you today?"

"What's wrong? Oh, I'm so sorry. I wanted to say hello first and blow dry my hair, but who made you look so attractive? I couldn't help it when I saw your little face. "The girl firmly grasped Watson's wrists and pressed them to both sides of the pillow: "There's no need to wait any longer, right? I should have done this a long time ago... If I had known you had this kind of character that likes to be bullied, I would have I should have just thrown you into bed last time."

"What do you mean I like being bullied?"

With a little effort, Watson easily broke off Michela's hands: "If I really want to resist, do you think you can hold me down? Why don't we sit down and talk first? I want to talk to you. Tell me..."

A finger pressed to his lips.

Those blue eyes were approaching quickly, with teasing and lust slowly inside them, and hot breathing followed closely: "What do you want to say? Don't you think now is not the time? Your 'hands' can't wait any longer, Isn't it? Or...

You actually don't want to? "

"It's not that I don't want to."

The brain began to organize language crazily, but Watson was not sure whether he could change Michela's mind in a few paragraphs: "But there are many things I haven't told you, and what I say to you has been filtered. This will Give you a wrong impression of me, like it will lead you to make this decision. I think, I think you should know something before going any further, I may not be what you think, well, I am When it comes to women, I actually...well!"

Before he finished speaking, the girl blocked him with his mouth again.

"You really spoil the mood, Mr. Watson. What kind of man would mention other women at a time like this?"

Michela caressed the beautiful face in front of her and spoke softly: "I don't want to hear this now. If you feel bad about it, why not treat it as an indulgence? You know, a romantic night, or many... .... Just like Luper and Four Eyes. When we are both happy, you can just go find your original woman. As for me... As long as you want, you forget me and I forget Is this okay for you?"

"Damn it, you know that's not what I meant!"

"Then don't hesitate!" The girl's expression finally showed anger and madness, and she directly grabbed Watson's neck with her hands, and tears appeared in her eyes: "Can't you just be simpler? Just do it. , If you don’t do it, do it, don’t talk so much nonsense! Look at what you are like now, why do I feel that I am more of a man than you? Do you want to hear me say that? You sissy! "

Pfft!

The next second, Watson turned over and pinned Michelle down.

The two faces were almost close to each other, and in the girl's eyes, the pupils in front of her were turning blood red at a speed visible to the naked eye. Watson's face was still so beautiful, but against the backdrop of those red eyes, it looked extremely enchanting at the moment. Two lines of blood spread from the corners of his mouth, slowly growing towards the base of his ears, and soon disappeared as the skin squirmed.

Just now, this beautiful boy looked completely weak, but now he looked like a ferocious beast. The breath sprayed in her mouth and nose was very cold, giving goosebumps all over Michela's neck. She had been on the battlefield for several years, and the girl was very light so that she could feel the danger: the person on her body seemed to be only one step away from losing control.

But she wasn't afraid.

"I warned you...a long time ago."

Watson was like being stuck in an ice cave, with two rows of teeth colliding up and down at a rapid rate, and his voice was completely deformed: "I can't look at this relationship with a normal person's mentality. You at least understand my concerns about this matter, You understand the pitfalls of it, don't you? I'm not ready for it, I have so many psychological issues that need to be corrected, and you're making me lose control... I don't know what's going to happen, but I think that's probably going to be really bad, you know? It's probably going to destroy you and you'll never be able to get rid of me for the rest of your life!"

"I do not care."

The girl held that face in her hands: "I don't care what happens in the future. I don't want to wait any longer. If you want to do this, you might as well do it now."

......

In the evening, it started to rain in Rio de Janeiro.

The sky was getting darker, but the rain was getting heavier and heavier. Thunder flashed in the deep purple night sky, shocking many timid people. The cool and moist wind blew into the balcony, passed through the curtains, and touched Michela's bare shoulders. She shuddered, pulled up the quilt in a daze, and took a few breaths of the scent from the pillow, and then opened her eyes again.

Wow——!

The most deafening thunder ever heard tonight.

Michela opened her eyes.

The picture in front of him was blurry at first, but eventually it gradually revealed a young, flawlessly maintained face. No damage could be seen in the areas that once had scars. But such a beautiful face, the expression is so cold and calm - rather stiff, the blue eyes are as always, only by continuing to look deep into the pupils can one see the sadness and anger.

I'm looking in the mirror.

Michela, who was hazy in consciousness, did not realize that she was dreaming. She just instinctively followed the memory fragments and continued to look at her 21-year-old self in the mirror. The black "female butcher" leather jacket was already on her body, and the homemade gas mask used to cover her appearance was in her hand. Next to the table was a cart filled with knives, firearms and ammunition, as well as a newspaper marked October 1993, 10, with a beautiful lady printed on the front page.

She glanced sideways, then turned and walked out the door.

Leaving the bathroom, we saw an abandoned basement in the suburbs, which has now become a temporary operations base. The attack occurred 10 days ago. The bullet shot directly through the heart of the mother, Marina Heinzwafen. The police arrived at the scene half an hour later, but so far, no clues have been released.

More than two years have passed since the fall of the Berlin Wall, and the country that has been divided for many years has not regained its vitality as quickly as people imagined. Crime and chaos continue, especially in areas that were originally part of East Germany. Population loss, unemployment remains high, and the gap between rich and poor has become increasingly serious. There are many more issues and things that need to be slowly fixed and reassembled over time. Even southwestern cities like Heidelberg, far away from Berlin, have still been greatly affected.

It's two sixteen in the morning.

A good time to seek revenge.

After embarking on the road to pursue the murderer, Michela never returned to Mori Manor. She has become a missing person, and the "Female Butcher" should not be related to the Heinzwafen family. All weapons and equipment come from private collections over the past many years. Although grandma Euphemia is impatient, she does not know her granddaughter's private hobbies, so it is difficult for her to provide any clues to the surrounding police detectives who are responsible for protecting her. In the eyes of the police, she, the eldest daughter of a wealthy family, may have been brutally murdered by the murder suspect.

Putting on the gas mask, Michela once again checked the seals of the punctures on various parts of her body, and then walked into another room. The beggars and homeless people he kidnapped from the slums were locked up here. The air was filled with the stench of rotting wounds, and these wounded people had fallen into a state of unconsciousness. For more than a week, the female butcher cruelly dug out information from their mouths. For her, the process of kidnapping the target became more time-consuming and energy-consuming.

After studying at Heidelberg Medical College for many years, the talented Michela has learned enough knowledge and skills to keep these prisoners alive easily. Rather, it is the torture of not being able to live and not being able to die that makes these prisoners Quicker chose to surrender. If it had been half a month ago, Michela would not have allowed herself to commit such a crime.

But now she doesn't care about anything.

She just wanted the murderer's life and to destroy everything about him.

Maybe I'm born this way.

Turning his eyes away from the bloody homemade torture instruments, Michela took away the torture notebook, finally locked the basement door, and walked into the rain alone. The ground is already muddy. This is the most disgusting weather in Heidelberg every winter. Even rats are reluctant to come out and cause trouble at this time. The small van not far away will be the first step of the entire plan. As for the prisoners in the basement, when the police received the news a few days later and came to find them, they were probably already outside Germany.

This is thanks to Elf, a young reporter who is obsessed with the big news.

This friend of mine is really easy to deceive.

Wow——!

A burst of thunder and lightning lit up the sky.

The shabby car door was closed, and Michela stepped on the clean soles and sat in the driver's seat, turned the car key, lit the ignition several times, and finally started the engine. But you can't start the car right away at this time. You need to wait for a few minutes, otherwise it will stall when you step on the accelerator. She had had enough of this old car, but after tonight she could say goodbye to it completely.

After staring blankly at the dashboard for a few seconds, Michela unbuttoned her jacket and took out a flat, waterproof military bag.

Several photos slid down the opening.

First of all, it was a family photo taken on my 18th birthday. It was said to be a family photo, but in fact, my father had been kicked out long ago. When the photo was taken, it was only me, my mother, and my grandmother. The three people smiling warmly in the picture had no idea what would happen in a few months.

The girl then took out the second photo. In front of her eyes were two girls sitting by the pool of the manor, gorgeously dressed and elegant. Except for the expressionless self on the left, the other person with a sweet and charming smile is Miss Watson. Her long legs wrapped in white stockings are so perfect that she can't help but feel jealous.

But she is obviously a man.

No, it should be called a boy, provided that one ignores Mr. Watson's actual age, which is over 60 years old.

In that short period of more than two months, the two went to the ring countless times in the name of learning from each other. Pure teaching and communication soon turned sour. No matter how it started, it always ended up with a man and a woman rolling to the ground - most of the time it was Michela's deliberate trick, and she could always cut them apart easily. Watson's clothes restrained the guy with his unscrupulous eyes.

After studying medicine for many years, I have cut open countless people's bodies with a knife, and I can even accurately imagine what's inside through the skin. But this beautiful boy is always different, like the only and extremely precious doll in the world, delicate and exquisite. The point is that no matter how he ravages and destroys him, he can still recover after feeding him something.

Michela is obsessed with this.

Putting aside this abnormal habit, when the two of them are close together, Watson's cute and beautiful face will blush slightly due to the reaction of his body, which makes people want to kiss him hard. Michela can feel the other person's thoughts. Watson actually does not reject this level of active intimacy, but whenever he wants to go further, he always shows retreat, panic and defensiveness. There are so many secrets about this little cutie that seem to have yet to be touched upon...

I could have figured out why.

It's a pity that Watson ran away to New York.

How nice it would be if you were still here... Her fingertips wrapped in a leather sheath rubbed the photos. After leaving home to find the murderer, these memories would always be used by Michela to comfort herself, so as not to let her down. The mind continues to collapse. She was forced to do this, even if her relationship with Watson was not actually that close, and even if she did put a lot of imagination into it, as long as she could complete her revenge, Michela needed more motivation to persevere. No matter where that comes from, whether it's true or false.

From a psychological point of view, this is a kind of self-hypnosis and psychological suggestion.

But she was willing to dive into it until it twisted into shape.

"Mother......"

Her mother's pale face reappeared in her mind. Michelle pinched the photo and softly called out a few names, slowly starting to choke and tremble. All of this was drowned in the sound of rain, and the figure in the car was shrouded in darkness. Only the faint moonlight could illuminate the blurry shadow, just like the fallen branches of rickets in the wind and rain.

Wow——!

Along with a thunder, the vision became a little blurry again, but this was because the hot breath from the mouth and nose atomized on the eyepiece. Michelle lifted her mask, took in a few gulps of dull air, took a breath, and finally turned on the headlights. The tires slowly pressed across the muddy road, carrying the dilapidated van forward.

Lightning flashed again.

On the windshield, the tear-stained eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, like wild beasts.

The picture in the memory is interrupted here.

Michela really doesn't remember much about the process. It's nothing more than shooting, fisting, and knives. Some wails, screams, and groans echoed, most of which belonged to the enemy, and a few belonged to himself. But they soon gradually faded away, leaving only the sound of breathing getting heavier and heavier, and a man roaring loudly. Then, the picture finally became clear again——

Eyes full of blue and purple smoke.

There was also a tattooed man whose face was covered with erosion and he was covering his face in pain and going crazy.

Looking at her torn clothes, scars and the same rotten skin, the girl finally recalled that at the last moment when she was defeated by her opponent, she chose to release the poisonous gas. This unique corrosive gas was one of her inventions in her spare time. Unfortunately, she couldn't tell the difference between friend and foe. If she sprayed her body against her body with her sealed clothes and gas mask damaged, it would be almost equivalent to death together.

But as long as it can kill you.

"Like it?"

This hoarse voice, like that of an old witch, came from my throat. The memory fragments of this decisive battle gradually emerged. Michela watched as he threw away the empty gun, took out the dagger from his waist, and limped closer to the tattooed man: "Look at you...you Look at me...hehehehehehe..."

"You...you crazy person!"

The man's voice also changed. This young soldier who had returned from the battlefield finally felt a hint of fear in the depths of his eyes. He had already broken a leg, and even his eyes were half-blinded by the poisonous gas. Knowing that it would be difficult to escape, he could only try to delay time: "You are as perverted as that son of a bitch of yours! Do you think you can be killed here? Me? Huh?! I will chop off your head, then go to your grandmother and send your family to hell!"

Swish!

Accompanied by lightning, the sharp blade pierced his heart.

Michela no longer had much energy to adjust her body. She could only let the sword rest on the back of the man's hand and watch as the other man stabbed her into the abdomen with his backhand. Although his clothes were torn, the expensive protective layer still blocked some of the attacks - this was thanks to the man's equally weak arms. The two seriously injured people were in a stalemate, each squeezing out the last bit of strength in their bodies.

Hurry up!

The man was trying to pull out the dagger from the enemy, while Michela pulled out the last short knife on his body and accurately stabbed the opponent's bloody neck. She could feel that her body was slowly losing consciousness, but she couldn't stop now. She just had to let the blade cut around and tear open the aorta, tear it... tear...

Give it a little more effort.

With a little more effort...

She supported the man's trembling and cold body and continued to exert force slowly. At this moment, Michela discovered that no matter how hard the hand holding the knife was, it could not make the blade move even half a minute. She drowsily tried to press her body up. The picture in front of her became blurry again, and a voice sounded in her ears:

"Michela? Wake up!"