The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

The sound of the piano floated slowly, bringing a long-lost calm. Jessica closed her eyes, and the passages she had played in her previous life became clearer and clearer in her mind. Since she no longer lives in Kamateki, she hasn’t played a guitar seriously for a long time. The Martin OM28 she bought before was also given to Master Wang. After all, a good guitar will be destroyed if it is not played for a long time.

Speaking of which...does Master Wang play the piano every day?

No, I have to go to Kamateki to supervise that guy in the next two days. Anyway, the London Temple is not far from me.

beep - beep - beep -

The alarm clock that had been set earlier rang, and Jessica had to stop playing. This hotel is located in the downtown area of ​​​​Nan'an. It is almost 11 o'clock in the evening, and making any big noise will be regarded as disturbing the residents. Jessica took out a bottle of maintenance oil from the piano case, spread out the rag, put a few drops on the center and four corners, rubbed it gently a few times, and then started to wipe the fingerboard carefully. This piano case has a built-in hygrometer, and the pointer shows that the humidity near the cabinet is 72%RH, which is obviously beyond the normal range that an acoustic guitar can withstand.

This means stuffing the desiccant inside.

Only for acoustic guitars, the musical instrument industry usually refers to them as "the better the materials, the more delicate they are." On a rainy day or in the south when the air humidity is extremely high, an all-single acoustic guitar will not be sealed or insulated. Exposed to the air, problems such as the panel absorbing water and swelling, the string spacing increasing, the strings rusting, and the fingerboard frets warping may occur after one night. If the piano body is severely deformed over time, it will often cause irreversible damage.

Thanks to the development of science and technology in the 21st century, musicians have many ways to maintain their guitars. At the most advanced level, there are thermostats, room dehumidifiers and humidifiers; at the least end of the spectrum, there are fingerboard oils, string protection oils and multi-purpose maintenance oils. . Even major guitar manufacturers of different brands will specify different maintenance tools, and the knowledge and attention involved are comparable to those in the fishing industry.

It's a pity that it's not 2020.

After struggling for almost 10 minutes, Jessica threw two packages of dryers into the piano case, sealed the guitar with a long plastic sleeve, and finally locked the lid of the piano case. At this moment, the pocket watch hanging around her neck suddenly became hot. She opened the metal round cover and saw that Donna Benevento's head was once again covered with cracks.

I almost forgot about her.

Jessica was stunned for half a second, and finally recalled the puppet master who was kidnapped by her to Silent Hill.

But this girl has been quiet!

I thought that Donna had adapted to Silent Hill like the Winter Soldier, but she suddenly gave me a big one? Jessica stood up and transformed back into Miss Watson as the tentacles surged, but the tight feeling on her chest made her quickly realize another thing: she had planned to act in the image of Jessica this time, completely. No clothes were prepared for Miss Watson to wear. After struggling for a while, Miss Watson put on her bathrobe and slippers, took out two small bottles from the bedside table, and used her pocket watch to open the entrance to Silent Hill.

The spacious church was empty.

Countess Archina and her family were still staying in the corner, and Lisa, the faceless nurse, was at the other end, but as motionless as a puppet. When Miss Watson carried the piano case and closed the door, the countess and her family suddenly reacted. They all turned their eyes towards the owner, and then half paralyzed as if the power was cut off. Lisa, on the other hand, made no movement and was still playing the role of a wooden person.

what happened?

Miss Watson put down her guitar, leaned over and connected with the countess with her tentacles, and immediately felt a strong hunger.

hungry?

Do black light servants still want to eat?

As soon as this idea came to her mind, Miss Watson slapped her head. As the master, she would be hungry. Is it strange that the black light servants would also be hungry? Thinking about it carefully, the countess and her family have been staying here for more than a month. Even if they stay still, their body will still consume energy normally. I have been infected with many black light servants before, but they are basically one-time use, and I have never encountered any cases where they need to be stored for a long time.

Wait, why is Lisa okay?

Walking over and squeezing the faceless nurse, the enchanting female body still showed no emotional feedback. She just followed the idea conveyed by the master and turned around to hug Miss Watson. Her left hand caressed the master's shoulder and back, and her right hand held up one of her legs. Immediately afterwards, Lisa's mouth opened wide, her long scarlet tongue twisted out, and she kept licking her master's neck.

"Hmm~ Don't be so anxious." Miss Watson's voice was a little off-key. She quickly calmed down and controlled her impulse. Solving Donna's matter was the most urgent thing now. She pushed Lisa away, and the faceless nurse stood there and tilted her head, looking a little innocent, as if she was saying, "Didn't you ask me to do this?"

"My slippers have all fallen off, they are bad things."

Miss Watson arranged her bathrobe and opened the church door.

Eyes full of scarlet.

This sight was familiar to her, and the puppeteer, Donna, was now either in a state of intense emotional turmoil or on the verge of death. The levitation cloak had long been abandoned to guard Michela, and Miss Watson could only rush to the church steeple, leap high, and slide towards the town below. She had to tie the bathrobe tightly with multiple tentacles to prevent the loose clothing from being completely blown away. But even so, the wind easily bypassed the defense line and kept squeezing the naked body, giving it a paralyzing numbness.

Yet the air was still filled with the smell of rust and burnt smoke, a constant reminder of Miss Watson's surroundings.

After wandering around for a few minutes, she found Donna.

The puppet master was huddled on a high platform in a state of embarrassment. Half of his arm was broken off, his hair was messy, and he looked miserable. Under the high platform, there were broken dolls and monster limbs lying on the ground. It was inexplicably similar to the scene of the Winter Soldier's frenzied killing. However, besides this large pool of flesh and blood, there were still some differences - the cracks in the ground were covered with small yellow flowers. , looking extremely abrupt among the scarlet eyes.

call--!

Controlling her body, Miss Watson landed gently in front of Donna.

A little head rolled to his feet.

That's the head of the doll Angie.

Donna lay quietly on her side. Miss Watson lifted up the other person's black hair and saw a calm and indifferent face. The death of organisms transformed by fungal root infection is basically calcification of the whole body, followed by direct cracking. Fortunately, the Donna in front of her showed no signs of this for the time being. Miss Watson knelt down and stared at the puppeteer's half-open eyes. About half a minute later, the other party's eyes finally slowly focused on his face. His lips moved a few times, but nothing came out.

Miss Watson then discovered that Donna had two knives stuck in her stomach.

It's over, this won't be the last breath, right?

"It seems there is only one way." Miss Watson put her hand into her cleavage, took out a small bottle, and poured it directly into Donna's abdomen. In the seventh and eighth generations of "Resident Evil" games, the protagonist Ethan Winters has a magical recovery item-first aid solution. Whether it's a gunshot wound, a knife wound, a blunt force contusion, or even a serious injury such as a severed limb, just pour a bottle of first aid solution and the severed limb can be reattached in no time.

It’s no wonder players call Ethan the “Hand Sanitizer God of War.”

Of course, although Ethan himself had no idea, he had actually become a mold-infected person long ago, which is why this exaggerated behavior occurred that went against common sense. However, this is enough to prove that the first-aid solution has a significant effect on mold-infected persons. With curative effect. After arriving in the village, Miss Watson tried to find this magical drug, but unfortunately it turned out that this thing may only exist in the game.

As for what I took out now...

In fact, it is the first aid solution provided by the hotel.

The red and white umbrella logo was also deliberately blocked with stickers.

Yes, this thing is a product of the Umbrella Company. Even after its complete collapse, Umbrella's large inventory of products in the field of civilian medicine has not completely disappeared. After all, the extreme groups who burn drugs do not constitute the majority, and being able to enter regular sales channels in various countries at least proves that these drugs have no quality problems. Rather, the reason why the Umbrella Group is capable of large-scale research into biological weapons is because it has already grown into a giant in the field of civilian medicine.

Hope it works.

As soon as the liquid touched the clothes, it quickly dissolved into Donna's body, but Ms. Benevento did not make any movement. Miss Watson was not in a hurry, and even pinched the abscess on the other person's face with her hand. This girl was mentally retarded to begin with, so it would be normal for her to be frightened crazy in Silent Hill. At that time, she was kidnapped from the Benevento mansion. Miss Watson had the intention of giving nourishment to Silent Hill. After all, Donna is different from Bucky, the Winter Soldier. It would be best if she could survive. She is really going to die, Miss Watson. I won't feel too sorry.

...Oh, I'm so heartless.

But one thing is that if Donna died in Silent Hill, she would be absorbed and assimilated by the town, and reappear as a creature of Silent Hill. Judging from her own characteristics, it is estimated that she will be a BOSS like a summoning doll. Thinking about that scene, Miss Watson is even looking forward to it.

...The more I think about it, the more heartless I feel.

At this moment, Donna suddenly let out a cry of pain. Like a drowning person exposed to air, her whole body burst out with survival power. Her only right hand tightly grabbed Miss Watson's bathrobe.

Gan! It's about to be torn off!

Miss Watson pressed the grunting puppeteer and started to fight with her tentacles. Until the other party woke up completely, she stared at her eyes: "Are you awake? The operation was successful. You are already a healthy person." I’m a boy. Don’t squat down when peeing in the future, but spread your legs, you know?”

"Well......"

Donna covered her forehead, and it took a long time to see the face in front of her clearly, and she trembled with fright: "Ah!"

"Okay, okay, it's okay..." Miss Watson decided to make up for her ruthless thoughts just now, and gently held Donna's body in her arms. But she immediately regretted it. The girl had burrowed somewhere. The black clothes looked very clean, but the surface was covered with oil, completely soiling her bathrobe.

A burst of crying soon came from his arms.