The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

"Are you OK?"

Nessa ran over and looked at Watson's face blankly, then grabbed his left hand. Whether it is a human or a vampire, the wounds bitten by the reapers will not heal, at least not until they are completely mutated. Nissa will never forget the first time she saw this scene. Her friend who had been with her for many years completely transformed into a reaper right in front of her eyes.

But Watson's skin under the damaged gloves showed no trace of injury. Wasn't he bitten? Nessa didn’t believe that she had seen wrongly just now. Chad Norma had indeed bit the back of this man’s hand in front of her eyes.

How is this possible?

Watson withdrew his left hand and spoke lightly in primary school English:

“I’m fine, thank you. (I’m fine, thank you)”

After confirming the condition of Archduke El's body, Blade also came over and looked at Watson's wounds with a hint of surprise. Then the three people started staring at each other, mainly Blade and Nissa looking at Watson, wanting to see if there were any signs of mutation in him.

Watson looked calm, picking up knives when it was time to pick up knives, and loading bullets when it was time to load them. He was even interested in admiring the antique decoration in the large room, just like visiting a friend's house. At this time, the limping figure of the old man Whistler appeared in the passage at the end of the door. He caught a glimpse of a few people standing in the distance and shouted loudly: "Blade! Come and help!"

As soon as he finished speaking, several reapers jumped out from behind Whistler.

"Take a look at him here."

After speaking, the black man Blade rushed out with his silver sword. For a moment, only Nissa and Watson were left in the room.

"You don't need to take this risk to save me..." Nisha walked to Watson with two slender legs and said to Watson who was playing with the small sculpture: "We have committed an unforgivable crime. These sins all stem from my father's ridiculous ambition. Although I didn't know it at the beginning, my ignorance contributed to all this. Maybe it would be better if I died with my father and brother... ."

Looking at Watson with a dazed look in his eyes, Nessa laughed dumbly: "Okay, I forgot that you don't understand English."

After hesitating for a moment, she stepped forward and hugged Watson.

"Thank you......"

I'm really not used to the way you Westerners greet you, and Watson is a bit confused. The woman said a bunch of unintelligible words, and then said "Thank you" and suddenly hugged her. There was no warmth in the vampire's body, and there was a strange coldness on the side of Nissa's face that was close to her ears. Watson imitated the way he hugged old Mrs. Carter before, holding Nisa's back with one hand.

More than ten seconds passed, and the fighting outside the door continued.

But the atmosphere inside the door was slightly different.

Nessa never let go, and Watson was a little hesitant. Is it time to let go? Wouldn't it be rude to push her away? Thinking this, Watson moved his hand to Nissa's shoulder. After all, his emotional intelligence is not zero. A short hug may be out of etiquette, a longer hug may be out of gratitude, and a longer hug may be...

Then Watson felt a strange touch, and then saw a tentacle wrapped around Nissa's waist. The dark red color and shape were all too familiar to him. This was the tentacle on his body.

What the hell?

How come it escaped on its own?

go back!

Go back to me!

Without enough time to think about the specific reason, Watson's eyes widened and he desperately gave instructions to the tentacle. As he watched, the tentacle slowly left Nissa's waist and retracted from her collar. Then after a few seconds, another tentacle slowly stretched out from the damaged part of the clothing on his left hand, exploring the skin of Nisha's neck bit by bit...

call!

Watson pressed Nissa's shoulders and pushed her away.

"Sorry." Watson was the first to speak out. He finally understood why Nisha didn’t let go. It turned out that the person who “didn’t let go” was him in the first place. The disobedient tentacle finally retracted, and Watson immediately took his hand back. But looking at Nisha’s expression, it was obvious that she had misunderstood.

"It does not matter, I do not mind."

The two fell into a brief silence.

Nissa looked at the face in front of her that looked like the perfect combination of the beautiful boy Narcissus and the goddess Aphrodite in Greek mythology, and a pair of eyes with hidden melancholy were imprinted deep in her mind.

He showed up when he was at his most vulnerable.

He saved his own life with his actions.

Now that he had taken the initiative to send out a signal, Nissa could not think of any reason to refuse. Although the two parties do not know each other very well, if it can bring some comfort to the soul, then let yourself indulge once before death. At this moment, she suddenly felt that it was a pity that she could not speak German, otherwise she could have added "I would like" after the sentence "I don't mind" just now.

Moreover, this man was infected with the Reaper virus in order to save himself. Although he said he was fine, who knew? If he mutates, will he have to bear more responsibility before his death? Forget it, if he mutates, just bite him as well, or die together.

Live for your inner impulses for once, then burn into ashes with the brilliance of dawn and bid farewell to this world.

Thinking of this, Nisha took a step forward: "(English) What's your name?"

Watson took a step back: "...Watson."

"I'm Nyssa Damaskinos. No, I won't call you that surname anymore. Just call me Nyssa." Nyssa made up her mind. After Blade and the others had dealt with the reapers, she would Pull Watson to find a safe place and do what needs to be done.

Watson was a little panicked as he looked at Nessa with more and more strange eyes.

At this moment, he just wanted to leave here and study what happened to those disobedient tentacles just now. This has never happened since waking up. Last night, Watson manipulated the tentacles to tie a ponytail on himself. Watson was still a little complacent about the improvement in his manipulation ability!

Who knew that it suddenly got out of control just now?

What if we accidentally bump into each other and end up melting someone?

The worrying thought suddenly became a reality, and ten thousand alpacas were rushing through Watson's heart at this moment. I thought the Super Soldier Serum could solve this problem, but...

"It's so relaxing for you two to watch a show here! I'm an old man..."

At this moment, Mr. Whistler and Blade walked into the room. Turning around, they saw Nessa and Watson who were about to hug each other, and they couldn't help but froze. The thick eyebrows behind Daofeng's sunglasses were raised high. Although he didn't like to talk, he couldn't help but joked:

"You 'stay here and watch' are quite close, Nissa."

Nessa showed no shyness at all and walked forward with a calm face: "Believe me, if you were a woman, you would also be interested in Watson. What's more, I have never had a partner."

"Have you all introduced yourselves?" Mr. Whistler laughed out loud, then he looked around and focused his gaze on the petrified body of Archduke El on the ground. He limped over and said, "I just heard from Blade that Chad Norma is dead, and now your father is also dead. So this matter is settled?"

"Don't forget that there are reapers all over the streets outside." Blade added as he followed Mr. Whistler.

"You have to have some confidence in human military power." Nisha also stepped forward and looked at her father's body on the ground. After thinking for a moment, she took off the ring on her finger that represented the Damaskinos family and threw it next to the body of Archduke El: "If this wasn't New York, humans could solve these problems with a few powerful missiles. Reaper.”

After going through the series of episodes just now, Nisha felt a little calmer: "What are you going to do next?"

"What to do? Of course it's my job." Blade put the silver sword back into the scabbard on his back: "Kill the reapers, kill the vampires, but I want to know your stance on this." Behind the sunglasses, The slightly blood-red pupils of the half-vampire hunter Blade stared closely at Nissa's face: "After all, your family is one of the shelters for vampires in New York."

The friendship that the few people had cultivated while fighting side by side seems to have become a little more subtle now.

"No need to put on that expression."

Nessa chuckled and shook her head: "I no longer want to have anything to do with all this. I don't care whether this sinful family or those vampires are dead or alive. The only thing I want to do now is to have a relationship with Wo Sen..."

As she spoke, Nisha turned around and looked at Watson.

But the spot was empty.

"Where's the Watson?"

Several people who gathered around the body of Archduke El began to search, but after a while, they had to accept the fact that Watson had run away quietly. The glass door leading to the tarmac outside the side balcony was slightly open, and a damaged gas mask hung on the door handle.

"Watson was bitten by Chad Norma before."

Dao Feng frowned tightly and looked at the city streets under the night sky: "Although he has no signs of mutation, we still need to confirm it to be on the safe side."

"Leave it to me, I will find him." Nisha interrupted: "You must be busy during this time."

At this time, a helicopter flew in from the distant sky, and the escape vehicle called by Grand Duke El arrived belatedly. But Nisha knew very well that there was no one else on the specially shaded plane except the pilot, so Dao Fu could easily solve it alone. After telling the Blade 2 that the people on the plane had slipped through the net, Nissa turned around and walked into the house without intending to help.

She remembered that there was a book "Learning German from Beginner to Proficient" on the bookshelf in the corner.

Nisha didn't notice that she had subconsciously found a reason for herself to live temporarily.

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After gliding to the top of a low-rise double-storey villa in the distance, Watson finally had time to deal with and study the series of problems after confirming that there were no surveillance cameras around. In fact, besides those disobedient tentacles, there is a more important thing that deserves Watson's attention.

After Chad Norma bit the back of his hand, his tongue came into contact with Watson's blood, and Chad Norma was then reverse-infected by the "black light virus" in Watson's blood. But in the process, Watson felt Chad Norma's pain.

Yes, Watson felt pain that was not caused by his body.

The burning pain at the tip of his tongue, the torment of his cerebral cortex as if thousands of needles were pricking him... Watson felt all of these pains originating from Chad Norma at that time. Even when he swung the knife that ended the opponent's life, he felt the pain of being cut by the blade.

Accompanying it are some scattered memories from Chad Norma. The dead Archduke El, with a fanatical expression in Watson's mind, sent "his" body into the experimental cabin... He even felt the hatred and anger originating from Chad Norma .

Watson was even more certain that what was in his body was the "Black Light Virus" in "Prototype", because everything that just happened was completely consistent with the game settings. The protagonist Alex in the game, the original body of the Black Light Virus, happens to have the ability to read the memories of other humans after devouring them.

Of course, due to the technical limitations of that era, the production team could only set "memory fragments" for some fixed characters.

So next, it's time to check those disobedient tentacles.

Thoughts were floating in Watson's mind, and his left hand that took off his glove instantly split into four blood-black tentacles. In fact, Watson already has a conjecture in his mind, that is, when his instinct and subconscious are fully mobilized, his control over these tentacles will weaken. Rather, these tentacles tend to follow the instincts and subconsciousness of "Watson himself".

It is not difficult to verify this conjecture.

A thought of "turning to the left" appears in the mind, and the four tentacles tilt to the left; a thought of "turning to the right" appears in the mind, and the four tentacles tilt to the right. Watson paused and began to recall Nisha's snow-white neck and graceful figure.

After a while, the four tentacles began to dance randomly, and from time to time they were entangled with each other and twisted around.

Snapped!

Watson slapped several tentacles in the face.

LSP! shameless!