The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

Michela didn’t see Nissa until she reached the top floor of the restaurant.

The vampire princess is wearing a burgundy women's suit. Although the style is similar to Michela's, the tailoring details tell you that it is custom-made, and it is not at the same level as Miss Butterfly Knife, who bought it temporarily on the road. Michela herself had not worn this kind of clothes for a long time and was not prepared at all.

"You're finally here, please sit down."

Nisha had a smile on her lips, showing off her host’s style, which immediately made Michela feel uncomfortable. In addition to her clothes, the woman also changed her hairstyle tonight, letting her black middle hair hang naturally on both sides. Her overall style is still somewhat casual, but full of the aura of an aristocratic lady. She looked at Michela quietly, picked up the goblet and took a sip, without saying another word.

Michela didn't say anything, just glanced at the dishes on the table. She originally wondered what Nisha, a vampire, would eat when she came to the restaurant, but now she understood that many dishes were in the form of paste, and the main ingredient should be human blood. Nisha scooped up the jelly-like thing with a spoon and looked very happy when eating it in her mouth: "The digestive system of the blood race is very sensitive to substances other than human blood, so few people can cook this kind of dish. The technical content is too high. . All condiments are specially developed and the dosage must be very precise. They are expensive and have a shelf life of only a few hours."

After saying that, she looked at Michela: "Do you want to try it?"

"I didn't expect vampires to be able to do this. Where did you get the raw materials?"

Miss Butterfly Knife did not answer.

"Buy it with money." Nisha put down the spoon and put a napkin on the corner of her mouth: "New York is a good place, but there are also many people who live in tight conditions. For them, we are the big customers of 'paid blood donation', and the price is comparable to those of blood donation." Standing much taller, of course, you have to be in good health.”

"Haha, I thought you would go out on the street to find someone to take a bite when you were hungry."

"Pure bloods usually don't do this. We prefer to pursue equal exchange and peacefully coexist with the human world." The vampire princess gradually corrected her expression: "In the past few hundred years, the vampires have tried to conquer the world more than once, but every time It failed every time. Facts have proved that integrating into the human world is the right approach. Of course, this is what my fathers were worried about."

"What about you? What are you responsible for?"

"I am mainly responsible for handling group affairs and cleaning up those who disrupt order, and I have been active in Europe until the turmoil a few years ago." The vampire princess picked up the goblet and sniffed the dark red liquid shaking in the cup. Obviously, it was definitely not red wine: "At that time, the power system of the New York Blood Clan underwent drastic changes. A senior deacon named Dickon Frost rebelled and kidnapped more than a dozen council elders in an attempt to hold a sacrifice ceremony. Awaken the power of Ramagra, the 'Blood God'."

"Blood God?"

"It's just a title, but in fact, the guy named Deacon did succeed. But he died quickly due to modern technology, was injected with several injections of anticoagulant, and then exploded like a balloon. "Nissa put down the goblet helplessly: "Such fools often appear in the vampire clan, and they don't think about the history of the clan. If this method really worked, someone would have done it long ago."

"And you came to New York?"

"Yeah, and then I met Watson."

"Okay, Watson has told me the next part." The vampire princess said a long paragraph, and there was no provocation in the words. Naturally, Michela would not let herself appear ungraceful: "I still There’s no need for dinner, don’t you have anything here that ordinary humans can eat?”

"How about steak?"

Nisha snapped her fingers: “How mature do you want to be?”

"...rare (once mature)." Miss Butterfly Knife was silent for two seconds, then spoke a word slowly and provocatively. Nisha stared at the other person's face, slowly raised the corners of her mouth, and then turned her head to the approaching waiter. In just a few seconds, Michela was seen to be a little restless. She admitted that she was a little angry just now, but the look in this woman's eyes was also strange. It didn't look like ridicule at all, but... it was a bit like the way Miss Watson looked at her.

This thought made Miss Butterfly Knife frown.

After ordering the waiter, Nisha turned her face to Michela again, with the same faint smile.

Miss Butterfly Knife continued to frown slightly, but did not avoid it. It wasn't until the waiter pushed the dining cart and brought over a plate of steak that was still sizzling with oil that the silent exchange of glances was suspended. Michela did not choose to use the included table knife, but flicked her wrist and took out a small knife she had brought with her. The sharp blade touches the surface of the flesh layer, sinks in almost effortlessly, and then cuts accurately along the tissue texture.

"Is this a scalpel?"

The vampire princess held her chin up and admired the opponent's movements: "You are very talented with knives. Where did you learn it?"

"I'm a doctor."

It was obvious that Michela was passive and resistant to the conversation, and Nisha didn't mind either, and continued to ask: "So, did you really push Watson to the bed? How did he react?"

"......He is very cute."

Michela deliberately smiled at Nessa, but she didn’t see anything strange on the face of the vampire princess. She still had the same smiling expression.

What does this woman mean?

Forget it, let her ask how love is.

Not wanting to look at Nissa anymore, Miss Butterfly Knife simply turned her head and looked at the dense traffic below. This is the peak time for people to travel, nightlife has just begun, and the Manhattan Peninsula continues to release its vigorous energy. To a certain extent, the night view of New York is unique in the world, which somewhat eases the atmosphere at the dinner table.

I really wish it was Watson sitting across from me.

Even if it's Miss Watson, at least she talks a lot and is very coquettish. Thinking of this, Michela couldn't help but feel a little funny. If Nisha knew that the person who beat her last night was Watson, her expression now would be very exciting. At this moment, the sound of collision came from below, and the two cars came close to each other. The drivers of both parties pushed the door open and got out of the car at the same time, first exchanged a few curse words, and then started fighting mode within a few seconds.

"Ah... man." Nissa noticed the show.

As soon as the vampire princess looked away, Michela secretly turned her gaze back.

She was very sure.

There's something wrong with this woman today.

What a hell.

"What the hell!"

On the road below the restaurant, policewoman Felicia looked at the large stream of traffic ahead and couldn't help but pat the steering wheel again, regretting her behavior in rushing to get off work. Everything about this 1987 Chevrolet Camaro is good, except that the air-conditioning system has some peculiar smell when heating, but I haven't had time to repair it yet. Fortunately, if nothing unexpected happens, there will be at least half a month's vacation next, and Felicia doesn't want to worry about the various tricks of her new colleagues for the time being. Her own life is also very important.

As for the two drivers fighting...

She pretended not to see it.

A brisk melody came from the radio, but there was still no movement in the traffic ahead. Felicia turned the volume switch, and louder singing filled the car:

“…younger than the mountains blowin’ like abreeze.”

(...Younger than the mountains, drifting like the breeze)

"countryroads~takemehome!"

(The road to my hometown, take me home!)

"tothece~ibelong!"

(Returning to my long-awaited destination)

"westvirginia! mountainmomma~"

(West Virginia! Mother Mountain~)

Singer John Denver's voice is full of vicissitudes of life, describing the yearning natural beauty, which directly touches the heart of Felicia, a native New Yorker who has never been outside a big city. She was very sure that no one would use this kind of emotion and style to describe New York. This city was mostly filled with neon lights and luxury, and the lower level was full of violence, depression and madness, or else it was just confused and confused. . After staying in Hell's Kitchen for a few days, the policewoman had more negative thoughts in her mind.

From the moment I took off my body armor and sat in the car, I felt an inexplicable feeling of fatigue and irritability lingering in my heart, which would never go away. Looking at the slowly moving traffic in front of her, Felicia even wanted to step on the accelerator, knocking all these obstacles away, letting the car reach a speed of 120 mph, and then open her mouth and roar together with the engine.

Maybe I should take a trip.

Traffic stopped again.

With her right hand, Felicia slowly closed her eyes, and the man's face began to appear in her mind. She understood part of the reason for her irritability, and she couldn't forgive herself for leaving with her teammates. Deep down in her heart, Felicia was willing to believe the desperate man's words, and broke into the residential building dozens of meters away with a gun to see if there were really any hostages captured.

But she didn't take action.

She chose to obey the captain's order and left. This mission is full of weirdness, whether it is teammates or enemies, many behavioral details can be seen. But Felicia just remained silent, and the appearance of the group of news reporters completely extinguished the last impulse in her heart. It wasn't until she returned to the police station to unload her clothes that the policewoman declined the invitations from her colleagues and hurriedly escaped from the depressing environment.

drop--!

The honking of the car behind her brought her consciousness back to her senses. Felicia opened her eyes, put the car in gear and followed the car ahead.

hum-

As luck would have it, someone called.

"Hey, Max."

Felicia recognized the number.

"Hi! Big hero~ Can you talk to me?"

"Come on, I told you not to call me that."

"I'm sorry that I've been busy lately. I haven't congratulated you for passing the exam last month. You are now an official member of the Manhattan unit of the New York Police Department's Strategic Response Team. Damn it, you made history!" Max's head was clear. There were children making a noise: "You may not know it, but many people in the Manhattan branch are discussing you. And since it appeared in the newspaper, some feminist groups even included you in their march slogans."

"So well-informed? You should really become a reporter, Max." The familiar voice of her old partner helped the policewoman regain some of her mood: "I'm just lucky. There must be gender considerations when the senior police officers promote me. This Too many police officers have resigned within half a year, and the department is seriously understaffed, and they may also need some positive cases, so they are not what the newspapers say.”

"Being a police detective means being well-informed, but you have to admit that if it weren't for the reporters who raised your profile, you wouldn't have been able to get the spot so smoothly, right?"

"That's what I'm worried about."

The policewoman glanced out the car window: "Many reporters just want to spark discussions and increase the sales of their newspapers. They don't care about the truth. So I've said it all, I just got lucky this time...anyway , I hate dealing with these people."

"Alright alright."

Max changed the topic: "I saw you went to Hell's Kitchen on TV, how did it feel?"

"...Well, the name is correct."

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The whole body is covered with cold light.

When the vision gradually became clearer, a castle sunk in a sea of ​​fire appeared in front of them. Countless people were wearing armor, shouting loudly, and fighting each other. That language sounded a little strange to my ears, like a hometown dialect I hadn't spoken for a long time. Soon, my entire vision returned to a blurry state again.

In the room, Miss Watson still had not regained consciousness and continued to struggle with countless memory fragments. She frowned, and her naked body trembled from time to time, as if she had a nightmare. The levitating cloak was floating on the ceiling boredly. Suddenly he noticed something strange and quickly slipped out from the gap in the window.

The night sky in New York was filled with thunder.

The large clouds revealed a light blue light, but soon returned to calm. The levitating cloak floated outside the house, as if it smelled something, and then turned back into the house through the gap in the window. At this time, a portal has appeared next to Miss Watson, and golden light shines on her body, giving her extremely sexy body a sense of sanctity, like a sleeping angel.

Master Gu Yi stepped forward.

Seeing that Miss Watson had no reaction at all, she turned to look at the levitating cloak, only to receive a "spread her hands" response from the latter. The woman thought for a few seconds, then stretched out her right hand to touch Miss Watson's face. Unexpectedly, as soon as her fingertips touched her, Miss Watson hugged her entire arm and made a strange sound: "Mummy, Mummy..."

"Wake up." Master Gu Yi made the other party's head go crazy.

"...yerushyim (Latin: Jerusalem)!" Miss Watson shouted, her eyes half-opened, and she didn't know if she was really awake. Master Gu Yi looked amused, so he simply sat on the bed and got closer to look at her face. After a while, Miss Watson fell into the woman's arms, and there was no movement again.