The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

"So why did you do it again later?"

While Miss Watson was applying medicine to Michelle, she was looking around dishonestly: "Your body is already injured, so it's not appropriate to engage in such intense exercise, right? Or is it that Nessa deliberately stimulated you?"

"...Anyway, we just started it and finished it." Dr. Heinzwafen lay on the bed and buried his face in the pillow. His voice sounded muffled: "Don't ask, and... Didn't you ask me to help you make poison before? How are you finding the place and equipment? Are there any suitable ones near New York?"

"As for equipment, Hell's Kitchen has it."

Making a face at the levitation cloak, Miss Watson continued to gently rub her girlfriend's waist muscles: "I looked at the list you gave me, industrial-grade chemical equipment, filtration device, plus exhaust gas treatment. If you don't do those chemical experiments For the idea of ​​a room, Hell’s Kitchen is the most suitable place nearby.”

"You mean to clear out the drug manufacturing dens?"

Michela understood immediately after hearing this: "It's not impossible, but you have to find some relatively large dens. Their chemical equipment can meet the basic conditions. Let's see what we can get by then, if there is still equipment If you need to get it, I will filter your list. But please allow me to remind you that if you still can't find a suitable place, these utensils cannot be stored even if you grab them. Well, don't worry, I will help you find it... ....Also, can you stop touching your hands? Can you apply the medicine properly?"

"Okay, okay, I won't use my hands then."

There was no sound from behind.

After waiting for a while, Michela couldn't help turning her head, only to find that Miss Watson had taken off her shirt and was excitedly preparing to sprinkle the liquid on her chest. The woman let out a long sigh and rolled her eyes at the other person: "I really want to know, are you in estrus 365 hours a day, 24 days a year?"

"...Aren't all humans like this?"

"Are you human?"

"Okay, okay..." Miss Watson continued to apply the medicine honestly: "The poison matter can be slowed down, but you must rest these days and stop tossing with that vampire princess. We My luggage is not fully in place yet. It has been more than two months since the incident with Warlord Tolan, right? Do you still have enough medicine with you? I really should find a way to go to Le Havre, the culture warehouse is still missing There it is.”

"I do miss that, but Le Havre is so far away."

"magic."

Miss Watson pointed at the levitating cloak, took out a gem from her pocket and threw it over. This is a magical snack that she specially asked Ms. Yao for before. To put it bluntly, it is an energy crystal, which can be used to coax the cloak.

......

April 1998, 4, Paris, France.

"Thank you then, see you next time!"

Watson waved to Fatty Wang on the other side of the portal. The latter had an impatient face and closed the portal with a flick of his arm. Michela stood aside in a daze, looking up at the Eiffel Tower not far away. She had not yet recovered from the fact that she had traveled half the world: "Is it that simple? We are now in Paris? France?" Paris?"

"What else? I said it quickly." Watson simply put his hands in his pockets and blew the April Fool's Day breeze with his girlfriend. It’s no wonder Michela reacted like this, the portal is so magical. And in the "Doctor Strange" movie, the wizard doesn't even have to go to the actual location in person. As long as the image he associates in his mind is specific enough, he can open it at the corresponding location.

Of course, the actual situation is not that good.

The primary reason is uncertainty. If the target location is in a city, this method of opening the door can easily be witnessed by the public. Therefore, in order to maintain the concealment of Kamateki, it has become a rule to prohibit the random opening of portals. Mages generally don't do this unless there's an emergency. As long as conditions permit, they are more willing to go to the field to conduct an on-site inspection in order to form a specific impression in their minds, so that they can ensure that the portal is opened in a remote corner.

On the other hand, this method of opening the door also requires magical talent.

A mage with average talent has to look at many photos or even videos before he can open the portal to the approximate location; while a person with excellent talent, such as Peter Parker's good friend Ned Leeds in the new version of "Spider-Man" , which is very unreasonable. The first time Ned tried to open the portal in his life was to find Peter. Although he had no idea where Spider-Man was at the time, the portal was able to open to Spider-Man accurately in the end.

"Should we call Luper?" After a gust of wind, Watson took the initiative to speak: "She should be in France, right? And last time everyone left in a hurry, so we could chat in person about her future plans."

"You come and fight."

Miss Butterfly Knife carried her luggage bag and walked forward: "Let me take it slow."

Watson followed and rummaged through his backpack for his cell phone. Due to its lower latitude, the temperature in Paris is significantly higher than that in New York. Residents generally wear relatively thin coats, which coincides with the midday sun. Many young people simply go out in short-sleeves. On the other hand, it is not like the Big Apple City with its tall buildings and neon lights. The view is filled with classic European-style buildings, creating a strong sense of artistic beauty.

And there aren’t that many black people yet.

Seeing a few little kids playing football in the small square, Watson suddenly remembered that the 1998 World Cup seemed to be held in Paris, France. However, I had no interest in sports in my previous life and preferred music. Watson's father is a senior football fan and would stay up late to watch football during the World Cup when he was very young.

Beep——!

"(French) Hey! No football allowed here!"

An old policeman suddenly walked into the square and blew the whistle to drive away the children. After a brief whistle, the old policeman held up his hat, put his hands in his pockets, and left slowly. Michela watched the other party walk away, two steps behind, and held Watson's hand: "The Paris police...the last time we came to Paris, they were not so lazy."

"Yeah, last time we fired at least two thousand rounds of ammunition on the streets of Paris." Watson glanced at the right side, where two young men who looked particularly like thieves were looking at this side: "I may have to find time to go there." Find the black market in Le Havre. My death knell armor needs bugs to make it, and I don’t know if Uncle Pierre is still there.”

The two men began to approach from behind.

"You come and I come?"

Watson gave his girlfriend a look, and Michelle understood and pulled him all the way into the alley: "Let me warm up."

"No problem, ladies first." After taking Miss Butterfly Knife's luggage bag, Watson continued to walk seven or eight meters inside, and finally found Wolf Mother's mobile phone number in the address book. As soon as he pressed the dial button, a few words in French came from Michela's position, and then a man screamed, which sounded so shrill that it scared the curious cat at Watson's feet.

"Watson?"

Mother Wolf quickly answered the phone: "How are you doing?"

"Very good. I'm in Paris now. Do you have time to meet me?" Watson waved to the wild cat, which looked like a Bengal cat with the iconic orange leopard prints all over its body. Facing this creature that exuded an inexplicable smell, the little thing quickly lowered his vigilance, curiosity took over again, and he slowly came closer.

"what--!!!"

"Why did you suddenly come to Paris? I recently...wait, what's the sound?" Kalena heard a scream as soon as she said a word: "Is someone screaming? What on earth are you doing? Well?"

"It's not me, it's Bertha who's warming up."

"Oh...I thought you came alone." Knowing that her real girlfriend was beside her, the wolf mother's tone obviously lowered: "I'm sorry, I haven't been in Paris recently. I went on a trip with my daughter. . But we have started our return journey now. If you plan to stay in Paris for a few days, you can meet up."

"Am I overthinking it, or do you really want me to come alone?"

"Oh, pretty boy, don't you know?" There was a chuckle from the receiver, and Watson could even imagine what the wolf mother was looking like now. He couldn't help but glance at Michela's position, and then the guilt in his heart for doing bad things was alleviated a little bit. However, there was indeed a child's voice on the other end of the wolf mother's end, and it soon turned into crying. The woman had to say sorry to Watson and ended the call early.

Turning off the phone, the memory fragments in Watson's mind just jumped to that night in Garamba National Park. The loose hair, the hazy eyes, the intoxicating red lips, the charming mature charm, all the scenes are enveloped in the faint smell of women's cigarettes. After blinking hard twice, Watson slapped himself on the forehead.

Forget it!

"Meow?"

The Bengal cat that came closer was confused.

"come over."

Watson touched the cat's head and held it in his arms without causing much resistance. The cat was wearing a collar and was obviously a family pet, so it was probably no stranger to humans. Sure enough, after using a few tricks to tease the cat, the little thing quickly twisted its buttocks and crawled into his arms, making a purring sound.

"solved."

At this moment, a smell of blood filled the air from the side. Michela was swinging a butterfly knife in her hand and was wiping the blood on it with a rag: "The street thieves in Paris are only at this level. I originally thought They can give me a little surprise, but the results are not as good as those little brats on the beach in Rio de Janeiro.”

"Woo——"

I don't know if he smelled the smell, but the kitten in his arms suddenly became furry, jumped out of Watson's arms, and disappeared into the corner at a fast run. Watson maintained the posture of holding the cat and cast two resentful glances at his girlfriend: "You came at a really bad time. Did you see me holding that little cutie? I still wanted to kiss it. What do you want me to kiss now?" ?”

"You can kiss me."

Miss Butterfly Knife hugged her boyfriend's waist and kissed those lips directly.

"Woo..."

Half of a cat's head was exposed in the corner, and when he saw two entangled bodies, he let out a worried cry. It knew that its new friend was fighting an enemy, but now it seemed that he was at a disadvantage. After hesitating for a long time, the cat finally decided to launch support. It quickly lowered itself and tried to approach from above.

Then he met a pair of eyes.

The little thing was completely frightened and ran away.

"Wait..." Watson finally pushed Michelle's tongue back, and immediately pressed it against the other person's forehead: "We'd better leave quickly, the police may be coming."