The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

"Those idiots simply don't know anything about it!"

Snapped!

A transcript was thrown on the table. Detective Max sat down on the chair, exhaled a long breath, and then poured himself a sip of coffee. That's right, Patrolman Max is now a detective thanks to his role in the Reaper attack.

But he would rather still be a patrolman.

At least the patrol officer doesn't have to talk to a bunch of idiots in an interrogation room.

"That's why I'll continue to be a patrol officer."

The policewoman Felicia on the side shook her beautiful short blond hair and happily oiled the 8-inch Colt python in her hand. She's been working out a lot lately so she can really use this cutie of amazing caliber.

Max couldn't understand this inexplicable stubbornness.

But it is undeniable that it is quite scary to take out such a big thing most of the time.

"So, these guys don't know who ordered them?"

"Yeah, the test results haven't come out yet, but they most likely took medicine before taking action." Max spread out a palm, his eyebrows raised and lowered, and his incomprehensible expression was slightly funny: "Now They act like drug addicted idiots.”

"is it?"

Policewoman Felicia stuffed the Colt Python back into the holster on her left leg, then pulled out a Glock 17 pistol from her right leg and began to inspect it: "By the way, about the 'red-haired gentleman' ', do you have any exclusive news?"

"Speaking of this." Max took out a few photos: "This is a picture captured by a camera at the intersection of 65th Avenue a block away from the bank. It seems that our 'red-haired gentleman' has a physical fitness far beyond ordinary people. "

Felicia picked up the photo and looked at it carefully. In the picture, the "red-haired gentleman" was leaping between the low rooftops. The hem of his suit and red ponytail flying up in the air gave him a sense of speed.

"I think he's the same guy we met that night."

As he spoke, Max raised his hands, swiping and swiping, imitating the action of Watson slashing the reaper with both dogleg knives that night: "You know, that murderous Jason in the white hockey mask, he also gave us Two Colt Pythons."

"Okay, great job Detective! But I have to go, good luck to you."

Policewoman Felicia put away her gun, turned and walked towards the door. In addition to the two guns on her legs, she also had several tear gas and flash-bang grenades hanging on her lower back. If she had another M4 on her back, she would be a heavily armed policewoman.

Max guessed that her patrol car must have had a few extra patrol rifles.

Although the snarling reapers have disappeared, they will still appear in the survivors' sleep late at night. In fact, the Reaper attacks changed many lives forever.

Most of the police officers who survived that incident had partners who were in crisis of relationship breakdown.

Simply because most of them sleep with a gun in their arms.

Max was glad he hadn't fallen into this habit.

......

The police patrol car drove slowly past the door of a shopping mall. On the underground sidewalk away from the sun, the fat owner of the newsstand wearing a peaked cap was smoking a cigarette and carefully looking at the slim black-haired woman in front of him.

Vampire Nissa glanced at the newspapers stacked in front of her. On the front page of every newspaper, without exception, there was a picture of the "red-haired gentleman" printed on it. Although the picture was a bit blurry, her intuition and the bright red ponytail told her that this was Watson.

It seems you are indeed fine.

Being able to beat people up so vigorously does not look like he is infected by the Reaper virus. I think he should be able to feel relieved when he comes to the Blade. Nisha curled her lips slightly, put the newspaper back to its place, said a few words to the newsstand owner, and then turned and walked towards the depths of the mall.

It would be easier to handle knowing that Watson is still in New York.

I'll find him sooner or later, Nissa thought. It seems that he likes jumping up and down on the roof of the building, so why not go to the roof of the building to wait there at night? It won't hinder me from learning German anyway.

But what to do after finding Watson? Nisha was a little hesitant. Should she chase him to finish the matter and then commit suicide in the sun the next morning as she had originally planned?

It must be admitted that Nisha no longer has strong suicidal thoughts.

More than half a month has passed since the day she learned the truth and collapsed. Time can always slowly ease most of her emotions, not to mention that Nisha is also a well-trained warrior, and her mental recovery ability is relatively strong.

Then Watson's slightly melancholy light purple eyes came to mind again, and Nissa still remembered the feeling of Watson's hand touching her waist when the two hugged. A vampire's cold body is very sensitive to temperature changes, and his hands...

how to say? It seems like peace of mind.

There was a shy expression on his face, but his hands were so dishonest. Nisha couldn't help but laugh softly as she thought about it. Although she didn't know why Watson suddenly ran away after touching him halfway, but even so, in her opinion, the two of them could have gone further at that time.

It's a pity that there is a language barrier.

Eliminating the unnecessary thoughts from her mind, Nisha shook her head and picked up the German tutorial in her hand again.

......

The perspective shifts to Watson.

After shopping for some clothes, it was finally time to set off for Raccoon City.

The straight-line distance from New York State to Colorado is nearly 3000 kilometers, and Raccoon City has no airport due to its geographical environment surrounded by mountains on three sides. Therefore, if you want to go there, you can only fly and transfer by train to reach your destination.

Fortunately, with the portal of Master Kama Taj, it saves a lot of trouble.

The old mage, Uncle Hamill, traveled to many places when he was young. Although he has never been to Raccoon City, he can directly teleport Watson to Denver, Colorado, and it only takes a few hours to get there by train.

In order to take care of Watson, a poor child who could not learn English for a while, Master Wang decided to follow him for a while to ensure that he could board the correct train.

"When the time comes, remember the location activation method Master Hamil taught you, and we can open a portal to find you."

At the station, Master Wang, dressed in casual clothes, was saying goodbye to Watson. Watson is about to go to Raccoon City alone to explore the location, and the positioning magic he carries will allow Kama Taj's mages to locate and open the portal.

"Why do you look at me like that? I'm not going to die, I'm just going to explore a place." Watson was a little confused. Master Wang looked at him with a strange look, but it was difficult for people to distinguish the specific details. What means.

"I understand everything."

Wang glanced at Watson up and down.

"But why are you wearing women's clothes?"

When Watson took him to the mall to buy clothes, he thought it would be just a few sets of jeans, T-shirts and sweatshirts. Isn’t that what men do when buying clothes? But he didn't expect that when his left foot left the men's clothing area, Watson would pull him into the women's clothing area with his right foot.

Two grown men shopping in the women's clothing section, isn't that perverted?

Although Watson's "maleness" is not very obvious.

But this is totally a public execution!

Wang said nothing and just stood aside and pretended not to recognize her, letting Watson use his plastic English to talk to the shopping guide. Seeing as Watson had been learning how to cook with him for a long time, he was doing the right thing by not leaving on the spot.

However, there is one thing to say, being handsome still has a favorability bonus. The shopping guide did not choose to call the police, but accompanied Watson to choose clothes with great interest. Then Watson entered the fitting room with several pieces of women's clothing, leaving everyone in the store stunned.

Then a beauty even more beautiful than a magazine model walked out.

Wang felt that he would never forget that scene in his life, but his language skills were limited and he could not describe what it was like.

Everyone seemed to have lost the ability to speak and stared blankly at this beauty turning around in a small circle. Then Watson went back and changed into men's clothes, then walked out and paid the bill calmly, as if nothing happened just now.

Wang could only think of one idiom: a startling glance.

Fortunately, it was a working day and there were not many customers in the mall, otherwise Wang was afraid that the situation might get out of control.

He didn't know how he followed Watson back to Karma Taj.

He felt that his understanding of the world had been impacted.

Fortunately, the Ancient One Master strictly prohibited Watson from wearing women's clothing at Kama Taj. Otherwise, how could the group of young mages who had just begun to adapt to a life of asceticism be able to withstand it? But even if Watson doesn't wear women's clothes, his handsome appearance has already made many young female apprentices irresistible.

Fortunately, Watson himself is more open-minded and wears a mask every day at Kamal Taj.

I'm afraid that my handsome face will cause unnecessary trouble.

"Why should I wear women's clothes?"

Miss Watson's slightly magnetic girlish voice brought Wang back from his thoughts: "Most of the time, women are more likely to make people relax their vigilance than men, aren't they?"

"But you are a man!"

"Can you tell I'm a man?"

After speaking, Miss Watson raised her hands and turned around. Her light blue dress floated. She wore a light half-waist coat on her upper body and simple black silk short boots on her lower body. They seemed to match her perfectly.

The spinning movements coupled with the beautiful appearance of a noble lady, the appearance is very cute, attracting the attention of the men around her. The female companion next to a man in a suit reacted quickly and slapped her male companion on the face.

The man in the suit turned his head back with an embarrassed smile, but then glanced over again.

"Objectively speaking, it is indeed beautiful. Don't get me wrong, I'm just making an objective evaluation."

After saying this, Wang's expression was a little anxious, as if he was desperately trying to organize his words: "But that's not the point. I mean, why do you, a man, wear women's clothes? Isn't this perverted? Didn't you see that that day? , the eyes of the people next to me..."

"king."

The beauty in front of her read out her name calmly, her charming face full of determination. At this moment, the noisy platform seemed to be isolated. A train passed behind Miss Watson, and the wind it brought blew her beautiful long brown hair.

The train slowed down slowly, the sound of the whistle deafening.

But in Master Wang's eyes, there was only Watson's eyes that seemed to penetrate the soul. And his extremely firm words: "Everyone has his own ideals. As long as it doesn't harm the world, why should you care about the eyes of others?"

"This has nothing to do with others, good or evil, or responsibility, but only yourself. Listen to your innermost desires, that is your truest thought. Whenever you encounter difficulties and hesitate to move forward, ask Ask yourself, what is your ideal?”

"So you...your ideal is to wear women's clothing and deceive men?" Wang asked blankly.

"No!"

Miss Watson reached out and grabbed Wang's shoulders with a "pop!" She lowered her head and stared closely into Wang's eyes, as if she wanted to pierce her eyes into his heart.

"I mean......"

"What's wrong with men being perverts!"

......

A few minutes later.

The train sped towards Raccoon City, and Master Wang on the platform stood there with a distracted look. The figure of Miss Watson turning away was so confident, and he believed in himself so unswervingly. Is this why the Supreme Mage looked at him differently?

King, I understand.

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It was getting late, and the scenery of mountains, green trees and lakes outside the window was gradually getting darker. However, the classically decorated carriage was still very quiet. Amidst the roar of the fast-moving wheels, the passengers were chatting quietly to the gentle classical music.

Miss Watson was approached several times.

However, after saying that he did not speak English, the other party gave up very understandingly. But a few minutes ago, the last man to strike up a conversation gave Watson a bad feeling.

This man is dressed like an executive uniform of some kind of large company, but more importantly is the badge on his chest...

That's the symbol of the Umbrella Group.

Watson politely refused the man in front of him to approach him, stood up and walked through several nearby carriages. After observation, he found that there were indeed many Umbrella Group employees on this train.

Not good.