The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

Early the next morning, Watson put on a maid uniform and went to the garden terrace to have breakfast with the old lady. After last night's therapy session, Paige did seem to have had a good night's sleep. But Michela was different. Mr. Watson's illness was quite serious. Dr. Heinzwafen worked until midnight, exhausted, paralyzed, and delirious.

Naturally, I didn’t get up.

There was nothing special about breakfast with the old lady, it could even be called boring. But for Miss Watson, this is a quite comfortable state. At first, when she came to find Peggy, she did have some thoughts of caring for the lonely elderly people. But now the relationship between the two has changed. Miss Watson is used to getting along with each other, and she won't feel embarrassed if she is silent for a long time. The person sitting in front of him was not a female World War II agent, nor the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., but an ordinary kind elder.

"Is this comfortable?"

Miss Watson was wearing silk gloves, and her fingertips gradually pressed from the back of the old lady's head to her temples, and her slender fingers bowed as flexibly as if they were stroking a piano keyboard. She actually has another idea, which is to stimulate acupuncture points by releasing a small amount of electric current. Once used, the effect is absolutely superb. But I haven't practiced this trick very much. If the battery is too high, it can easily kill people. I will have to find a few unlucky people to try it later.

"I feel very good...Oh, your fingers are so cold. In fact, you can go up a little bit." Old Mrs. Peggy felt the pressure on her neck and shoulders, half-squinted her eyes and relaxed her body: "Wo Sen, where did you learn this?”

"Isn't it normal for a maid to do massages?"

Seeing the old lady's expression of enjoyment, Miss Watson twitched her mouth guiltily. She did not dare to say that she had learned this from Sister Toni in the barber shop in her previous life. Peggy did not continue to ask questions and changed the subject: "So where are you going to go today?"

"Well... buy some surprise gifts."

"Oh, you are so romantic, beautiful boy, when are you going to surprise Michela? Do you need me to cooperate with you?"

"Um, no need, I'll make plans when I take her out to play." Behind the old lady, Miss Watson looked away guiltily: "And I haven't decided yet, so don't tell Michelle pull."

......

Ten hours later, London city, South Bank.

After spending half a day shopping at the mall, Ms. Watson finally got a "little surprise gift." The gift was large in number, including but not limited to various dolls, tools, and production materials. It was almost equivalent to a personal handicraft workshop. Of course the thing is for the puppet maker Donna Benevento. After all, that girl loves playing with puppets so much, so let her do it slowly.

Using her pocket watch to open the Silent Hill passage, Miss Watson walked in carrying several large boxes. As expected, Donna was huddled in the corner holding her legs, and almost jumped up in fright at the sound of the box falling to the ground. After seeing Miss Watson's face clearly, Donna hurriedly stood up straight, not even caring about the remains of the doll Angie at her feet, and trotted all the way into her arms.

"Hey, isn't it childish for such a big girl to hug people all the time?"

Touching Donna's head, Miss Watson continued to unload her body: "If you were a boy, I would definitely punch you twice. No, I would definitely kill you from the beginning, how could I still let you come to silence?" ridge."

"Ugh...Angie is dead..."

"If you die, you will die."

Miss Watson glanced at the broken Anji doll, with a gloating expression on her face: "Anyway, that piece of shit looks ugly, talks nonsense, and has a particularly unpleasant sound. Hey, hey, ok, ok, I won't say any more, why are you crying so loudly? ? And isn’t it your fault for this? You have to lift the AK with your left hand and put your right hand in the crotch of your RPG pants and stuff a dozen F-1 grenades into it. Which monster in Silent Hill can hurt you? You can’t beat it and you can’t run away? I I taught you to dismantle the gun and let you maintain it, but you dismantled it and made it into a doll. Do you think you deserved it?"

Donna buried her face in Miss Watson's chest and continued to cry.

"How long will it take for you to pass the test..." Miss Watson hugged Donna and sat on the bench. Anyway, this girl can't secrete body fluids, so she won't be afraid of soiling her chest no matter how long she cries. However, Donna continued to sob for half an hour, unwilling to move her face, forcing Miss Watson to reach out and hit her on the head: "Let go quickly, I brought you a gift, don't you want to see it?"

"......Gift?"

Donna looked a little confused. She turned around and saw several big boxes. She wanted to ask but didn't dare to open her mouth. Miss Watson pulled her over and opened them one by one. When she saw a whole box of screws, gears, wires and pliers, the puppeteer showed a hint of joy on her face. This expression quickly escalated after seeing the contents of several other boxes.

Finding that Donna was back in her tattered long dress, Miss Watson opened her duffel bag and suddenly felt like a nagging old mother whose daughter was still in her early twenties but couldn't even take care of herself. But this was indeed a choice he made out of compassion. He brought Donna to Silent Hill, but he didn't want her to die so easily, so wouldn't he have to be a nanny?

"Change into clothes! Hurry!"

Miss Watson reached out to take off the other party's tattered clothes. Donna shuddered and subconsciously covered her chest with her only hand. Seeing her look, Miss Watson couldn't help but laugh angrily: "What are you covering up? Is there any part of you that I didn't touch when you were taking a shower? It's not because you broke a hand, otherwise I would have to help you." Change clothes?"

After humming quietly in her throat, Donna simply turned her face away from Miss Watson's eyes.

The body is very honest.

"Don't do stupid things like disassembling guns and reinstalling dolls again. Next time I come here, I'll spank you if I see you. Do you understand?" After changing Donna's clothes, Miss Watson took her duffel bag, stood up and walked towards That passage door: "There are so many bullets in the ammunition box. If you have nothing to do, just practice the pistol by yourself. I'm leaving."

"Wait, wait, don't go..." Donna was anxious and stepped forward to hold Miss Watson, looking like she was having a phobia of isolation. Miss Watson saw the expression on the other person's face and couldn't help but sigh that this girl's Stockholm syndrome was getting more and more serious.

Although it was all his own fault.

"Didn't I say that? Don't place your hopes on me."

Miss Watson turned Donna's face and slowly moved closer to the other person's one eye: "This place needs to be faced by yourself, and you will eventually think of what you have done in the past and find the answer in your heart. Every monster here has They come from your heart. You cannot keep escaping. The more afraid you are, the stronger they become. You can also continue to hide in the church, but maybe one day in the future, even this church will not be able to protect you. "

"I, I don't want to be alone, please don't leave me..." Donna avoided Miss Watson's gaze, and her voice became choked again: "I know what I did was wrong, I remembered it all , I killed Claudia, I killed Grandpa Burton, the gardener... But I don’t understand, I don’t understand the answer you said..."

After a few seconds of silence, Miss Watson pushed Donna away forcefully, dug out a Tokarev pistol from the bottom of the arms box, filled it with bullets and stuffed it into the opponent's hand, then strode outside the church. There were panicked shouts from behind, and Miss Watson walked non-stop down the long steps into the outer square. Donna quickly chased after her, but although the figure in front of her was not far away from her, she still couldn't catch up.

After realizing that she had left the church, fear began to eat away at her rationality. When a human figure wrapped in flesh and blood appeared on the street corner in front of her, Donna finally stopped and shouted to the front with a strong crying voice: "Stop! Don’t leave me! Please! Please! Don’t leave me!”

"You have eight bullets in your gun."

The figure finally stopped: "Now there are three monsters between you and me. You have to use that pistol to come to me. Don't hesitate for too long, because your fear will make more monsters appear, but behind you is temporarily It's still safe. You can also choose to retreat to the church. But if you choose the second way, you will never see me again."

"No, please!"

Donna's hand holding the gun shook violently, and she couldn't even lift it up. However, under the extreme fear, she spoke more fluently: "Please! Don't do this to me! I can't do it!"

With cries and air raid sirens blaring across the sky, Silent Hill responds to Donna's intense emotional conflict. As before, night came with the arrival of large swathes of ash, and the walls of the surrounding buildings peeled off quickly, revealing mottled metal structures.

Like a cage.

Miss Watson looked at Donna quietly, then turned away, raising the back of one hand in farewell.

This action broke the last chord in the puppet master's heart.

boom--!

The sound of gunfire pierced the night, which was particularly harsh even under the air-raid siren. Donna immediately fired a second shot, and the bullet hit the flesh-and-blood doll's chest. The 7.62x25mm Tokarev pistol bullet penetrated very well and penetrated directly into the body through the outer shell, causing the monster to fall to the ground on its back. It seemed that the gunfire stimulated her courage. Donna moved her legs to chase the figure in front of her, and took the first step. Although her body was still trembling, she no longer hesitated.

But she overestimated her fighting ability.

The stiff gun-holding arm performed very poorly during movement, and the third bullet actually hit the face and missed. Faced with the terrifying skull face in front of her, Donna couldn't even maintain her running movements. Her legs gave out and she fell directly to the ground - just in time to escape the monster's attack. The desire to survive drove the puppet master to turn over hard, no matter what. Shoot 5 shots.

The second monster collapsed, and Donna propped herself up on her hands and feet and continued running forward. There was only the last flesh-and-blood doll left in front of her, but it wasn't until the trigger clicked that she realized that she had fired all eight bullets.

Madness and despair welled up in his chest.

Donna quickened her pace, and her one eye nearly burst open. She roared and threw the Tokarev pistol as a projectile, hitting the flesh puppet in the face. All fear seemed to disappear at this moment. Donna pushed the monster's shoulder away with her elbow and ran forward with her trembling legs as hard as she could.

The back figure was finally in front of her, just like the last inch to the finish line. She could no longer control her body and fell forward, hitting Miss Watson's lower back. Donna used her only hand to hug the other person's waist tightly, as if throwing herself into a comfortable soft bed.

The mood at this moment is only relaxation and joy.

"Honestly, I didn't expect you to want to leave me so much. I'm ready to never see you again." Miss Watson turned around and with some effort moved Donna's whole body to her chest: "Before you You have run out a few times, which shows that you still have some courage in your heart, and the monsters are not that scary, right?"

Donna was sobbing slightly and speechless.

"Look at this town, it has been waiting for you for a long time." Miss Watson put her arm around Donna's shoulders and pointed at the clock tower: "You ask me what the answer is, but I actually don't know. You just You can search for yourself. But before that, you need to strengthen your heart and find the motivation to overcome fear just now. Tell me, why did you choose to rush here just now? "

"I...I want to stay by your side." Donna whispered, her voice almost inaudible. As soon as her eyes made contact with Miss Watson's eyes, she looked away timidly.

"Are you sure it's not the temptation to go home? As long as you find the answer, I guarantee you can go back to that big house and play with your favorite dolls every day."

Donna shook her head slightly.

Miss Watson stopped talking, held up Donna's face with a smile, and gently kissed the ugly mutated cyst on her right eye with her red lips.

It is bright.

......

At night, Miss Watson, who transformed into Jessica Drew, arrived at the hotel on the South Bank. Counting the time, the ID document I applied for is almost here. After completing the most difficult step, I can apply for acting qualifications and start to gain fame on the streets and in small bars.

This is actually a stupid method. In 1998, the entertainment industry had already matured. If you really wanted to become famous quickly, you had to rely on large entertainment agencies. They have enough channels and resources. However, in terms of contract terms, most companies are not tolerant to newcomers. They will especially pay attention to pocketing long-term gains such as copyrights and channel profits, leaving only newcomers. Very little share.

What's more, various harsh conditions based on sky-high liquidated damages will be added to force the other party to comply with the arrangement. It can be said that as long as a considerable number of artists gradually become famous, their relationship with their brokerage companies will inevitably become antagonistic. There are not many lawsuits caused by issues such as contract terms and copyright.

Of course Jessica herself doesn't care.

She is not the kind of character who can be manipulated at will. If the other party goes too far and cannot solve the problem, then she can change her vest to solve the problem. Besides, as long as the quality of the work is outstanding enough, I am fully qualified to sit down and negotiate terms with the company; and if a few songs become instant hits, then the agency may be begging to sign a contract with me.

Having the ability is the last word.

This is the same in most industries.

So I'm sorry, all the creative masters in my previous life. Apologizing silently in her heart again, Jessica opened the hotel door, and the front desk clerk actually stopped her: "Ms. Drew, what a coincidence that I have your letter. I just arrived this morning!"