The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

Jessica came out of the toilet for the third time.

She had already drunk 1L Flame Draft Beer, 4 bottles of whiskey, 2 glasses of watermelon juice vodka, 5 glasses of tequila-flavored Campari, and several cocktails that she couldn't remember the names of. It was really unreasonable not to pretend to run to the toilet a few times. In addition to the gravy steak, Jessica also nibbled on two smoked bacon cheeseburgers. This violent operation made people wonder if this beautiful girl had not eaten all day.

As soon as she left the door of the women's restroom and met Jill Valentine head-on, Jessica blinked and continued to pretend to be drunk, shaking her head and bumping into him.

"Hey! Watch out!"

Jill grabbed Jessica's arm and felt half of the other person's body weight pressing down on her. She had long noticed this beautiful girl who was drinking like crazy. Although she didn't know the reason, the two of them didn't know each other after all, and Jill couldn't say much: "Can you still stand firm? Do you want me to help you back to your seat?"

"...I can go, thank you...Oh, you are so beautiful." Jessica let go of her hand on Jill's waist and muttered a few words in a standard British accent. , minding his own business and walking towards the door. Looking at the back, Jill shook her head, turned around and pushed open the door of the women's restroom.

Arriving at the outdoor table, Chris was already paying the bill.

Dusk is falling now, and the blue anchor lights up.

This tavern has a history of more than 300 years. Through a row of windows, you can clearly see the important certificates, badges and antiques on the entire wall. Although it has been renovated many times, the first floor of the pub still maintains the 17th-century style wooden paneling, full of historical atmosphere. A few meters away, the walkway extending from Furnival Gardens was also lit by street lights. The glow set off the gentle waves of the Thames, making it calm and charming.

Next time, bring Michelle with you.

Jessica thought to herself and asked the waiter to come over and pay the bill. The boy who had been serving her food was always paying attention to this table, fearing that Jessica would faint from drinking and hurry up when she saw that the other person was still conscious. Quickly approached: "Madam, here is your consumption bill."

"Take it, and I'll give you the rest as a tip." Picking up her guitar case, Jessica lifted her legs and walked out. The Redfield brothers and sisters even looked at her specifically. Especially Chris, he had never seen a young woman who could drink like this. After drinking, she was carrying a guitar and didn't even seem to be swaying when walking.

"Let's go."

Jill passed by her old partner and tapped Claire on the shoulder: "Would you like me and Chris to take you to the hotel first?"

"Please, I'm not a child."

Claire put her hands on her hips and sighed: "I can go back by myself."

"That's right, explorer." As a retired soldier, Chris has always admired his sister's independent style: "No matter what, call me if you need anything, and be careful on the road."

"Know it."

Watching his sister disappear around the corner, Chris nodded towards Jill and took the lead in taking steps in the other direction. This time, it was Jessica on the roadside who watched them go away, but unfortunately, the hands of the man and the woman did not hold together after all.

...You deserve to be single in your forties.

Rolling her eyes, Jessica returned all the way to her Beetle. As soon as she got on the road, her phone vibrated in her pocket. Several tentacles reached into the pocket, put the mobile phone to Jessica's ear, and also turned down the volume of the radio station: "Hello?"

"Watson?"

Paige's voice came on the phone.

......

March 5, 1 am.

Amidst the roar of its engines, the Gulfstream IV twin-engine business jet beneath him slowly left the runway and climbed into the rainy London sky. Watson flew on a business jet for the first time in his life. The decoration in the cabin was indeed as luxurious as in the movie, with fine wine and champagne, exquisite snacks, sumptuous meals and stewardesses on call. The plane quickly ascended to the stratosphere, and the sun shined through the window, reflecting a beautiful golden color.

However, most of the passengers on the plane were not in the mood to watch.

"Are you okay?" Watson looked at Paige, and the old lady responded with a brief smile: "Don't worry about me, Howard and I are both mentally prepared. This is just something that will happen sooner or later. I saw it last time When it comes to Mary...perhaps, this is a relief for her. Watson, this is not the first time I have experienced this kind of thing. For people like us, it is best to follow nature. "

Go with nature.

Master Gu Yi once said this.

Of course, Watson didn't quite believe it. After all, the other party had been stealing energy from Dormammu, the master of the dark dimension, to stay alive. Later, he could even use some secret method to temporarily restore his youth. No matter how you look at it, he looks like a persistent person in a fairy novel. The type of person who goes against the will of heaven and changes his fate. In fact, from a certain perspective, abandoning the body and letting the soul ascend to the star realm is mainly because Ancient One is tired of the responsibilities of the Supreme Mage - if this woman is not tired yet, then there is Stephen Strange later. A role?

It will probably take many years for the genius doctor to transform into Doctor Strange.

Having said that, although Ms. Yao allowed Watson to change the timeline to a certain extent, she still refused to do so. When she was rescuing people in Raccoon City, she only agreed to let Master Hamill open the portal and pick up the Howards from the Umbrella Hive Base. According to Howard later, after a brief disinfection, the mages immediately sent him and Maria back to Long Island, New York, and the whole process took less than half a minute.

Whether or not it is because the important figure Iron Man is involved, it is obvious that it is impossible to expect Karma Taj to intervene later. Without this option, Watson was unable to help Howard Sr. recover his wife. If he insists on a way, then according to his understanding, it is probably to steal the soul from Lady Death.

I simply can't do it at this stage.

From 1991 to 1998, Tony Stark had no idea that his parents' fate had been artificially changed. Watson has not seen him for a long time, and does not know how the young Tony will behave in the face of the death of his mother.

Watson was actually more worried about Howard. He had also experienced this situation in his previous life where he lost his wife in his later years and his whole body collapsed, and then followed him within a few years. According to Tony Stark's character, it would be difficult to give old Howard any psychological comfort and support, which is exactly what the elderly crave most. After all, he had been a comrade in arms, and Watson felt really uncomfortable when he thought of Howard's aging appearance.

And Peggy Carter in front of me.

She is also old.

Do you have to wait to see them off one by one?

"what happened?"

Noticing Watson's look, the old lady didn't know if she understood the meaning. She quickly took out an eye mask from her handbag: "I think I have to take a nap and go chat with Michelle, Watson. Don't stay here all the time, you haven't even talked to her since you got on the plane."

"...Okay." Seeing that Paige stopped talking, Watson hesitated for a moment, then stood up and walked to the sofa in the front row. Michela was lying half-lying and looking out the window. When she noticed her boyfriend approaching, she straightened up and gave up a little space. Touching Michelle's hair, Watson took a bottle of fruit wine from the cabinet: "Peggy needs to rest now, let's keep the noise down."

"of course."

Michela moved closer to her boyfriend's arms: "But I think you just want to be quiet now."

"really."

Miss Butterfly Knife closed her mouth, moved her head like a cat, and curled up her legs. Watson looked at the table quietly. The orange-red wine was swaying in the cup, reflecting a faint light, which was very beautiful. The cabin was spacious, but he still felt depressed, and he knew exactly why. On the way to the airport, Paige mentioned something else: serum.

This serum, which was tailor-made by Howard for himself, had been stored in his hands for a long time, and was eventually injected into the body of the old lady. Returning to the Federation this time, Peggy planned to take this thing to Steve and destroy it as a farewell, just like how she poured out his blood on the bridge.

Watson has ten thousand objections to this.

With Paige's current physical condition, the serum cannot be said to rejuvenate her, but it can still fully improve some physical conditions. Howard Sr. said at the time that he could not guarantee the effect, but in the end he actually made a conservative assessment. Even if it is used as a health care product to prevent Alzheimer's disease, it can allow Peggy Carter, who is entering her old age, to live comfortably for a while.

But Watson still couldn't convince the old lady. Every time he talked about this topic, looking at the other party's expression and eyes, he couldn't help but wonder whether he was qualified to say such things. In fact, since that birthday surprise, Miss Watson has always liked to dress up as a maid. In addition to catering to her girlfriend, she also has the intention of making Paige happy. Maybe she will change her mind one day?

Unfortunately not.

There were even times when Watson felt that his persuasion had the opposite effect.

In fact, Michela also has this tendency.

He looked down at his girlfriend in his arms. Miss Butterfly Knife was breathing evenly and seemed to have entered a light sleep. There were only three of them on this flight, and the entire cabin was quiet. The stewardess had already gone to the tail cabin and sat down. If the call button was not pressed here, they would not appear again before sunset.

What if Michela gets old too?

Just like before, the answer came the next second this thought was swirling in my mind. Whether it's serum or other means, or simply quitting life, Watson will not let Michelle turn into a hobbling old lady. If Miss Butterfly Knife doesn't want to, then you have to say anything to make her change her mind. There is no second option.

It's obviously a world where gods and demons fly around. There are many ways for humans to get rid of the life limit. Even asking aliens for help may work. To hell with the saying "life is short and brilliant", why not choose if you have a choice? Let’s talk about living until you get tired of it, but haven’t you seen that the average life span of Asgardians is thousands of years? What happens if an ordinary person lives for a few more decades?

As if feeling her boyfriend's gaze, Michela opened her eyes.

Watson continued to look at her.

"what happened?"

Miss Butterfly Knife's voice was full of laziness.

"Do you remember what I said that day?" Watson lowered his head and kissed his girlfriend on the forehead: "I said that day that you will never be able to get rid of me in this life."

"Hmm..." Michela blinked: "So?"

"I'm not kidding."