The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

"So what kind of creature is it?"

After circling Lisa twice, Michela stretched out her hand to pinch it, but then stopped: "If I pinch it, it won't hit me, right? Why do I feel like this thing wants to kill me?"

"Not with me here."

Miss Watson touched Lisa's shoulder with her palm and passed on the command "Don't move". The faceless nurse became completely still like a plastic model. However, Michela’s fingers hesitated for a long time, only lightly touched Lisa’s skin a few times, and then quickly retracted. Not only that, she also retreated to the sofa: "I am sure of my intuition. This creature wants to kill me. The reason why it didn't do it is just because you are here."

"...Well, your intuition is not wrong." Miss Watson kept smiling and tried to be cute: "Theoretically, Lisa is just like the virus-infected people in Raccoon City, and she has a certain attitude towards ordinary creatures. Strong hostility. But don’t worry, Lisa listens to me very much. I have told her not to get close to you, and she will definitely not..."

"Then why does it listen to you?"

Michela was not fooled at all.

"Um..." Miss Watson hesitated for a few seconds, but decided to tell the truth: "Lisa was infected by the virus on my body. To a certain extent, she is my servant, do you understand? Just like ants, worker ants obey the queen’s orders unconditionally.”

"Ha, he is very loyal." There was no emotion on Michela's expression: "Can it understand human speech, right? I was indeed a little curious about the biological weapons in Raccoon City before, but I didn't have the chance to study them in depth at that time. .....Don't look at me with that look! I'm not a psycho like Four Eyes. My interest in zombies is more focused on the physical structure. Let me see the inside of Lisa."

"What's inside?"

Miss Watson had a bad feeling: "Are you going to take off her clothes?"

"I mean......"

The woman took out a scalpel from her body: "Inside the body."

"No!!!!"

"Relax, I'm quick."

"No! Please!"

On the carpet in the living room of the safe house, Miss Watson and Lisa were hugging each other and shivering: "All this is because I didn't resist the temptation at the beginning and couldn't help but bring Lisa back. I bathed her and washed her. She went to other places! Lisa has no brains. She is only a few months old. It’s not her fault! It’s all my fault! If you want to stab me, just stab me!”

"Whether you have a brain or not, you can tell if you pry open your skull?"

Miss Butterfly Knife's eyes were cold: "Besides, you can't be stabbed to death, so what's the use of stabbing you? Get out of the way!"

"No no no!"

Continuing to hug the faceless nurse tightly, Miss Watson said sincerely: "Just think of Lisa as an inflatable doll! It just moves! You can try using it yourself! She is super easy to use! As long as I I promise Lisa won’t bite you!”

"Bite me? It doesn't even have a mouth!"

"Who said you don't have a mouth?"

Miss Watson patted Lisa: "Show Dr. Heinz Waffen's teeth."

Upon hearing the master's order, the faceless nurse opened a long slit in her mouth, revealing two rows of ferocious scarlet fangs. Then, Lisa gave a thumbs up to Michela, as if she was asking, "Do you think I'm great?" And Michela looked at the bloody mouth and saw that the long tongue was still twisting and twisting, and her indifferent expression couldn't help but start to collapse: "...Really? Just kiss me." This mouth?"

Miss Watson looked determined.

"You...you really kissed me?"

Miss Watson's eyes began to wander.

"Oh my god, Watson..." Michela covered her forehead, took two steps back and sat on the sofa, unable to speak coherently: "I really... damn, Ni At least Sha looks human, but you, it? Are you serious? What else is there in this house? A giant spider? A sloth? A female gorilla? Don't tell me you also have a dog!"

Miss Watson moved her eyes away guiltily: "Well... maybe as a German, you have a more thoughtful mind..."

"Aren't you German too?!"

Crazy Michelle jumped up and pinched Miss Watson's face with both hands: "What are you going to do with a cow that keeps dangling in front of me? Let Watson come out! If you have the guts to do such perverted things, you don't have the guts to come out and face me. me?"

"Huh——? Listen to me, Mr. Watson has never touched Lisa!"

"Let him come out."

......

A peaceful day passed peacefully.

The early morning sunlight shines through the curtains and reflects beautiful patterns and spots on the carpet, which is much prettier than the previous hotel room. A tentacle slowly opened the curtain, and it was a rare sunny day outside the window. However, even in the Manhattan Peninsula, police sirens would inevitably sound - this usually meant that the daily routine of police and criminals in the Big Apple City had begun again.

Next to him, Michela was sleeping deeply.

She was very tired last night.

But fortunately the fever has completely subsided.

After pulling up the quilt for his girlfriend, Watson gently rolled out of bed, went to the living room and turned on the TV. There were no other creatures in the entire safe house. After last night's fierce battle, while his girlfriend was sleeping, Watson sent the faceless nurse directly to Silent Hill. But strangely, when he opened the door, he did not see puppeteer Donna Benevento, which made Watson feel a little incredible. It was not until he checked the status of the photo on his pocket watch that he believed that Donna walked out on her own initiative.

This girl really has no sense of existence.

Technically, Donna has been forgotten by Watson for a while. But it’s good that Miss Puppet Master is willing to break through herself. Otherwise, if she continues like this, Watson is worried that this girl may have to stay in Silent Hill for a year or two. There had never been a case that lasted so long, and he wasn't sure how it would end.

As for Countess Archina and her family, they still stayed in that corner, unchanged from the last time they met. But for now, they are not suitable to meet Miss Butterfly Knife. A faceless nurse Lisa drove Michela crazy for a night. If Countess Aqina and Lalala were added to the mix, Watson would be in trouble. I can’t imagine how Miss Butterfly Knife will react.

shameless!

Cursing Miss Watson in his mind, Watson pressed the remote control and adjusted the screen to the news channel. A female host was talking to the camera. In order to avoid disturbing Michelle's sleep, the volume of the TV was not loud. However, for Watson's ears, this decibel was enough to capture the details.

"...The trend of gang fighting has not slowed down. At about 3 o'clock last night, a small-scale gang fight broke out again in Hell's Kitchen on the Manhattan Peninsula. According to incomplete statistics, in the past two days, a total of 2 shooting incidents resulted in a total of at least 11 deaths and more than 8 injuries." The female host wore exquisite makeup and a calm face: "Starting from the night of March 40, the New York Police Department's Manhattan Division has deployed personnel to blockade the area near Hell's Kitchen. Main road, next, let us hand over the picture to the reporters at the front."

Get ready - go~!

Watson muttered something silently, but the picture on the TV did not switch to Hell's Kitchen as he thought, but continued to play the footage of the female host. The woman had turned her face sideways at this time and reached her left hand under the table, apparently wanting to pick up something. It was only then that the live broadcast screen suddenly changed, showing a street scene with police lights flashing outside Hell's Kitchen.

"This is Whitey Gibson! I'm..."

In front of the camera, a black reporter began to speak.

The director probably didn't wake up from his sleep.

Looking at this scene, Watson guessed that the director in the director's room got up early in the morning and was not very focused, so he was distracted and failed to switch the screen in time to match the female host's words. Watson recalled that during his previous life as a live broadcaster, this kind of problem actually happened occasionally. The worst thing that happened was that most people were dozing off, and someone finally reacted and shouted "Enter the competition!" Then the director was instantly frightened and woke up, and hurriedly switched the host's camera to the competition screen.

But the problem is that some people are frightened awake, while others are frightened.

For example, the sound control guy.

The final match screen was broadcast, but after everyone listened for a few seconds, they realized that the frightened sound control guy had forgotten to turn on the commentary sound, and the host's microphone channel was still playing at this time. Then the host saw that it was no longer him on the screen, and felt that he could relax a bit. Then he stretched and said, "Oh my god, I'm so sleepy."

So the whole audience heard this sentence.

As for why I dozed off in the director's room... In those days, everyone only slept an average of more than 4 hours a day, and they rehearsed intensively from early in the morning until or o'clock in the evening. Can you not feel sleepy?

"Let's interview the person in charge of this operation."

The voice of a black reporter interrupted Watson's thoughts: "Officer Rick, how many intersections have you blocked in total now?"

"There are 12 in total, from West 56th Street to West 41st Street." Officer Rick who was interviewed was a middle-aged man with half-bald hair and a reluctant expression: "This is far from enough to guarantee the entire Hell's Kitchen area. For safety reasons, we advise nearby residents to use caution when traveling, especially not near Hell's Kitchen."

"Some residents nearby said that the police were involved in the conflict last night." No matter what kind of reporter you are, the questions will always come one after another: "Can you tell me about your current situation?"

"We have no casualties at this time."

Officer Rick glanced at the police car behind him. Watson guessed that he was worried about the cup of coffee that was about to go cold: "The SWAT team arrived at the scene half an hour ago, and the next operations will be led by them."

"Of course! Thank you, officer!"

Of course reporter White wanted to interview the SWAT team, but unfortunately he was not allowed to go deep into the blockade and could only wander around the perimeter with his photographer. But at this moment, his eyes suddenly lit up, he said goodbye to Officer Rick quickly, and said to the cameraman: "Hey! Doug! I see a person, come with me here, quickly!"

The camera shook for a while, and not long after, a female special police officer carrying an equipment box appeared on the screen. Her red lips were very eye-catching. No wonder reporter White was so excited. It was a rare opportunity to catch a special police officer in the periphery. As long as he could enter the interview, no matter what the other party said, it would satisfy the news needs.

"Hello, officer! Can I interview you?"

"Sorry, go find someone else."

The heavily-armored policewoman didn't even look back and walked quickly.

"The people have the right to know the truth! Officer!" Reporter White said in a skillful way: "The entire Manhattan Peninsula is concerned about this tragedy. I hope you can answer your questions and concerns. Hell's Kitchen needs our support. Isn't it? More people are taking action, if you can..."

"enough!"

The woman finally turned around: "If you really want to support Hell's Kitchen, don't delay me from saving people now!"

Isn’t this the policewoman I saw in a cheongsam shop in Chinatown?

Watson recognized the face immediately.