The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

After packing up the late-night snack, Watson left a note in the room for the evil mage duo and returned to London through the portal inside the temple. After finishing his "medical" part-time job yesterday, the exhausted Master Wang got something for Watson. It was an ordinary silver-gray ring with inscriptions symbolizing the three temples engraved on the surface. To use it, just press and hold one of them to activate it. Just anywhere. But this thing is not without other flaws, the main one being that it takes most of the day to recharge automatically after each use.

But it’s better than nothing, right?

Following the experience of Michela seeing the pocket watch pendant last time, Watson did not intend to actually put the ring on his hand this time, but "swallowed" it directly into his body to avoid being snatched by others in extreme circumstances. He pinched his neck and slowly walked out of the temple gate. At this moment, the sunset had just appeared in the sky. London time was about 7 hours slower than Hong Kong time. The ancient tower spiers were bathed in the dusk, quiet and solemn. It was not dark now and it was not easy to fly the levitating cloak. Watson continued to admire the sky for a while. He wanted to take a ride back to the Carter Family Manor, but then he realized that he had no money at all. He simply put his hands in his pockets and started wandering around, taking some time to get rid of the sorrow caused by those few dishes of rice.

Why do you think so much?

There's no way to go back anyway.

...Even if you can, do you really want to go back?

Watson let out a long breath and laughed to himself that he had made the same old habit again and always liked to immerse himself in such negative emotions. He died so quickly in his previous life probably because he was unhappy every day. He stopped and looked at his reflection in the window. Michela was right, these light purple eyes were full of melancholy and sorrow. This cannot be entirely attributed to emotional reasons, but the original owner of this body is really lucky. His ancestors have been mixed with various ancestry, and one of his biological parents is Jewish. In the end, such a face was condensed under a very small probability.

No wonder Miss Butterfly Knife is so fascinated.

Well, she's not the only one.

Just like the woman behind the window now.

The other party had just noticed him, but even if it was only for a few seconds, it was enough to see Watson's beautiful hooded face clearly. When his eyes touched the expression on the woman's face, Watson finally remembered that he hadn't been wearing a scarf, covered his bangs and walked away quickly. But within a few seconds, a fat aunt rushed out of the store: "Sir! Please wait a moment!"

The volume was so loud that Watson wanted to run away.

"God, it's really you!"

The fat aunt obviously knows how to dress up and looks much better than most women of the same weight. Her exaggerated tone made Watson feel familiar: "Do you remember me? Sir, I am Sai. Da, Saida Holly Vasquez, I designed an evening dress for you in New York in 1990. You were attending Howard Stark's Industrial Expo! You were still wearing a women's evening gown! You do you remember?"

Hearing these words, Watson remembered who this fat aunt was. Back then, I dressed up as an "Egyptian Beauty" and beat up Howard Howard's bodyguards. Because I tore off a large part of my skirt, I later attracted the attention of Tony Sebastien in Stark Manor. However, that guy had a frivolous mouth and his ability to drink was really bad. He drank three or two of his drinks and was knocked unconscious.

"Um...nice to meet you."

For the sake of women's clothing, Watson said this completely out of etiquette, but Saida had no intention of stopping at all, and bluntly said that she wanted to be a clothing model. The pleading expression on the fat aunt's face made Watson embarrassed and turned away: "I have no interest in being a model, and I am not short of money. Thank you for your compliment."

"God, you can't, you shouldn't be like this!" Saida's voice was already crying. She stepped forward and grabbed one of Watson's hands and shook it repeatedly: "God gave you such a perfect face, but you To hide it is a huge loss for humanities and art! Please don’t do this, believe me, even if you only have a full-face photo, you are enough to shake up the British entertainment industry!”

"Don't be so exaggerated, okay?"

It was indeed a rare fate that this fat aunt could meet with him. Looking at the passers-by who started to cast their eyes in this direction, Watson thought to himself, since we are just wandering around now, why not just chat for a while and wait until dark. And from another perspective, if Ms. Jessica Miriam Drew's career as a singer does not go well, temporarily switching to the modeling circle is also a way. Thinking of this, he pretended to be helpless and touched his forehead: "Okay, let's talk somewhere else. Don't use your big voice here."

"Oh, I'm so sorry! I was so excited!"

Saida raised her hand to cover her mouth, and with the other hand she pulled Watson towards the store just now, and kept chirping: "Come on, come on! Let's go to the store to talk in detail. This is the store of a friend of mine. You are quite famous in the British fashion circle. If you don't mind, I can introduce you to him. Oh, look what I'm talking about? As long as he sees your face, he will definitely come to you. I Knowing that guy…”

......

crunch--

Even if an electric motor is installed, the old large iron gate will always make noise. The Carter Family Manor is shrouded in night, with only a few windows still lit with lights. The old butler Griffith stood at the door with his hands behind his back, nodding slightly towards Watson who was walking towards him. Compared to when they met a while ago, the old man spoke less and less, and his figure became more stooped, which always made people worried. Will not fall down on the road. Strictly speaking, he had actually retired long ago, but Mrs. Carter was helpless in England, and her niece Sharon Carter was still studying away from home for a long time, so she did not let the old housekeeper move out.

Watson heard a chuckle as soon as he entered the living room.

Michela is sitting on the sofa chatting with the old lady. Miss Butterfly Knife is wearing a black motorcycle outfit today. Her hair is no longer the usual face-covering style, but is combed back, exposing her entire face. Coupled with the scars on her face, she looks like a royal sister. Just looking at this scene, Watson could already feel the mood of someone in his body who was about to move.

"You're back! Do you want something to eat?"

Mrs. Peggy stood up and stepped forward to hug Watson: "The kitchen bought a new batch of sea bass today. Don't you like it very much? How about some red wine?"

"Okay, I'm indeed a little hungry." Watson didn't intend to refuse the old man's kindness. Seeing Mrs. Peggy go to the corner to make a phone call, he sat next to his girlfriend and reached out to touch her face: "Heinzwa Dr. Fen, I'm glad you're no longer secretive. I've told you before that the scars on your face are actually not ugly."

"I won't just show it to others...Ms. Paige has been getting along well with me during this time. We talked about many topics, which made me feel very relaxed. You know, except for you, few people Someone can give me such a feeling." Michela touched Watson's fingertips with the corner of her mouth, and then stretched out her hand towards him, but the target was his thigh: "On your side, you ran out in a hurry a few days ago, and the phone never stopped. Calling me seems like a big deal?”

"Don't tell the old lady." Watson shrugged: "I went to hell."

"......hell?"

Miss Butterfly Knife was stunned for a moment, but still chose to believe her boyfriend's words: "Did you really go to hell? Does hell really exist? I thought it was all a product of people's imagination. So what is it like? Is it the same as what is depicted in the movie? The scene is similar?"

"It's almost the same, but hell is actually an entire dimension. You can think of it as a very large sphere, which contains many independent areas, commanded by different creatures. But the creatures that can control the area are usually big devils. It's very similar to what you saw in the movie." Watson thought for a while, and Lakama Taj came out to patch it up at the right time: "This is what the mages told me, so the hell described by the ancients was not entirely based on imagination. Hell creatures There have been constant attempts to invade the earth, and resisting the invasion is also the main responsibility of the mages.”

"Then what do you rely on to attack them? Daggers and bullets?" Michela lay in Watson's arms, and her hands had already slipped under the opponent's clothes.

"The 9mm bullets can only hit little devils, and they are quite good for attracting hatred. I'd like to remind you, Dr. Heinz Waffen, Mrs. Peggy will be back soon. Are you sure you want to keep putting your hands in my pants?" Although...I do miss your body heat.”

"I'm going to take a shower, you talk to her."

Michela kissed her boyfriend, stood up with a smirk on her face and wanted to leave, then she got a slap on her butt, couldn't help but chuckle, and ran up the stairs faster.

Watson had to take a few deep breaths.

When Mrs. Peggy walked into the living room, he reluctantly returned to his normal sitting posture: "I've been really busy these days. If you come in again later, you might find me asleep."

"You can sleep if you want."

The old lady smiled and touched Watson's hair before sitting back in her seat: "To be honest, I couldn't imagine what kind of girlfriend you would have, but Michela... I think She was a great person, but what happened to her was so unfortunate, and I can feel that this may be a pain that will never be healed in a lifetime."

"Has she even told you this?" Watson poured two glasses of red wine: "Well, I'm very happy with the progress of your relationship. For Michela, it's always good to have one more person to talk to. After all, there are some things, I can only express my opinion from a man’s perspective, but it may not be the most useful.”

"I can completely understand Michela's mood, because I have also lost many relatives and friends in the past few decades. People in our industry, how should I say, may be destined to be more unlucky than ordinary people in many cases. The old lady sighed and lowered her eyelids slightly: "It's the greatest luck to survive. I can even be with Steve before I die, although he is sleeping... and can't wake up for the time being." Well, it’s hard for me to tell him that I killed Bucky.”

"Don't think about it!"

Watson wanted the old lady to feel less guilty when she went to bed at night, so he immediately interrupted: "I am also responsible for this, right? If Steve really wakes up, I will face it with you. Is that guitar still there from last time? Can I play you some lullaby?"

Staring into the two deep lavender eyes, Paige was silent for a while, then reached out to touch Watson's hair again, and finally smiled slowly: "Okay."

......

After one hour.

"Beautiful boy, don't you really think about becoming a performer?" After the last song was played, the old lady smiled and stepped forward to hug Watson and gently kissed his forehead: "I have heard many guitarists play , your skills and performances are not inferior to anyone's. I'm not complimenting you, just pick a few of the songs you play tonight, and you can become famous in the music world."

"Don't."

Just looking at that smiling face, I knew that the old lady was really happy tonight. Watson put down the guitar and rolled his eyes: "Someone just said something similar to me today, but she wanted me to be a model."

"That's not bad." Peggy smiled even more happily: "Thank you for the music, Watson. I have a feeling that I can have a good sleep. So that's it for tonight. Do we want to have breakfast together tomorrow?"

"I'm OK."

Watson shrugged: "Not necessarily Michelle, she likes...well, staying in bed."

"Oh~ you guys are so hot, good night."

The old lady chuckled and stepped onto the stairs. Her words obviously had two meanings, but Watson was not shy. He watched Peggy disappear at the top of the stairs before turning around and returning to his room. Although Michela's pace of life has been much slower recently, many habits from the military period are difficult to change. Without her own interference, this bath would have been finished long ago.

Click!

Opening the door, there was indeed no movement in the bathroom on the left.

Only the desk lamp was on in the room, and Michela was sitting on the sofa with her back to the door, only the back of her head exposed to this side. Watson closed the door, walked over slowly, and then stopped suddenly.

Michela was wearing a white coat and had a stethoscope hanging around her neck. But compared to the real doctors in the hospital, Miss Butterfly Knife's white coat has been cut to fit the curves of her body better, and the length is only enough to cover the top of her thighs. Under the base white shirt, she wears a tight-fitting red dress. The skirt caught the eye just right, and then came the legs...

Under the dim light, the luster reflected on the surface of the black stockings depicts the curves of the legs, making them more charming than ever. Michela's legs have always been beautiful, but she never liked to show them, let alone wear a white coat.

It was obvious that she planned to do something violent tonight.

"Are you the patient who made the appointment for me?"

Seeing Watson appear, Dr. Heinzwafen took out his pocket watch and took a look: "Mr. Watson, even if you paid, you shouldn't have kept me waiting for so long. According to the regulations, this will incur additional costs, so Remember to take the bill with you when you leave."

"...No problem." The first word Watson said was almost out of tune, but luckily he managed to control his voice: "I'm sorry for the delay, Dr. Heinzwafen, I hope... ....How can I compensate you other than paying the bills?"

"Now that you say so..."

Dr. Heinzwafen folded one leg, and his black high-heeled shoes tilted slightly, as if he had lost his soul.