The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

Before we knew it, it was late September.

Michela was a little anxious.

Because Watson has been out of touch for a while.

In the past, when they were separated, they could at least contact each other through text messages, but this time, they couldn't find each other at all. He said he was going to Gotham, but he wouldn't not reply to messages, right? Something must have happened to him. Miss Butterfly Knife couldn't help but search for news about Gotham City these two days, and even asked Nisha to help contact the intelligence dealer, but apart from the fact that the "Resident Evil" was basically over, she didn't find any other major problems.

So where is Watson?

Miss Butterfly Knife only realized now that she was so unfamiliar with her boyfriend's life and work circle that she couldn't even find a friend to ask. For example, Watson said that the wizards last time also knew how to use modern communications. It would have been nice if she could leave a phone number.

But isn't that just your personality?

She has been feeling upset these past two days and has had a hard time concentrating on anything she does.

I simply set up a darkroom, developed the photos I had taken with my boyfriend, closed the small door, turned on the radio, and looked at the text messages we had sent to each other, sitting there for a few hours. I have to say, when some of the photos were developed, even Michelle couldn't help but wonder at her own mental state at the time.

...Or just burn it. If it really gets out, I'm afraid I'll have to kill people to silence them.

The woman blushed as she looked through the photos again, but soon put the lighter down. At this moment, the soft voice of the host came from the radio station: "...This new song is really great. I played it several times before the show started. You know I never make jokes like this. Let's listen to "Thank You" by singer Jessica Drew."

Songs I haven't heard before.

Michelle stood up, took a tissue to wipe her body, then walked over and turned up the volume of the radio on the corner of the table.

Immediately, a light guitar strum was heard.

Accompanied by the African drum-style percussion rhythm, Jessica's first verse sang:

"My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all"

(My tea has gone cold and I can't figure out why I got up)

"The morning rain clouds up my window, and I can't see at all"

(The early morning rain blocked the window and I couldn't see anything clearly)

It sounds like a girl's love song.

This is Miss Butterfly Knife's first feeling. Different from the previous rock-style catharsis, Jessica is full of girlish gentle sorrow in this song. Just like a girl who has just entered the society, she tells lightly about the troubles in life, the low point of her career, and being kicked out of the house where she lives.

“And I~~~~ want to thank you, for giving me the best day of my life”

(And I want to thank you for giving me the best day of my life)

"Just to be with you, is having the best day of my life"

(Oh, just being with you is the best day of my life)

Michelle sat back in her chair, and Jessica sang more tenderly than ever before, from the beginning to the end. But to Miss Butterfly Knife, it sounded like she was thanking herself and saying goodbye to herself. The woman knew she was overthinking, but she couldn't help it.

She didn't even bother to listen to the radio host's praise for the song. She took out her phone and sent a text message to Nisha. Then she put on her clothes, packed two bags of weapons and equipment, drove her Mercedes SUV into the night of London, and headed straight for the London Temple.

He turned the steering wheel, but his finger still tuned to the radio station he had just listened to.

It’s a pity that the host can’t play it a second time in a short period of time.

Obviously, the record label Jessica signed with, Heat Records, had already started its early promotions, and landing on local radio stations was a very common practice. Michelle didn't have the energy to research this, as her mind was now filled with the thought of finding Watson.

The Mercedes SUV drove onto the highway, passing several cars in the moonlight. The passenger in the taxi next to it laughed: "I thought Londoners would drive more leisurely."

"Excuse me, sir, but a driver like this is probably from out of town."

The driver glanced at the rearview mirror to confirm that the SUV was not racing with anyone. "Are you in a hurry? We can go faster."

"Oh! I'm not in a hurry. Don't be nervous. Take your time."

The passenger was a middle-aged man with a stern face, but he spoke in a surprisingly friendly way - however, the burly men sitting on both sides seemed rather fierce, making him look more like a gangster godfather.

"I haven't been to London for a long time. It's a good opportunity to see the night view."

"Ah, you're really lucky. I'm very familiar with the attractions in London. Tourists are the most common passengers I pick up at the airport, haha." The driver suddenly became more relaxed after hearing this: "Is there anywhere you'd like to go? Maybe I can recommend it to you."

"Actually, I'm more interested in the bar."

The middle-aged man still had a friendly smile on his face: "Do you know Camden Town? I heard the jazz bar there is very good."

"Oh...Camden Town."

The taxi driver shook his head. "To be honest, it's not very safe there, mainly because it's next to a street full of gangsters. If you just want to drink, I don't recommend going there. There are many historic pubs in London, but the London Zoo next to Camden Town is worth a visit."

"Gangster?"

“Yes, gangs.” The driver continued to shake his head. “These people will exist in any era, but speaking of this… Hey, there is an urban legend recently. I also saw it in the newspaper. A woman covered in spider webs appeared in Camden Town. She can climb walls like a spider. Maybe you can meet her!”

"Really? Can you tell me more?"

......

Soon after, the Westminster area.

crunch--

The Mercedes SUV stopped on the side of the road. Michela took a breath and looked at the building ahead.

She had only been to the London Temple once, but the place was very easy to remember, so she didn't get lost at all. In other words, being able to set up a base in such a place was enough to prove the ability and status of these "mages".

Miss Butterfly Knife walked towards the wooden door, but before she could reach out to knock, the door was opened.

"Good evening, please come in."

Master Ancient One stood at the door with a smile on his face, posing in a welcoming manner, as if he knew she was coming.

"Hello..." Michella frowned: "Is Watson here?"

"She's here, but she's not awake yet."

"she?"

"Yes." Master Ancient One closed the door and led Michelle inside: "To be precise, she hasn't woken up yet, but I think it's almost the same."

"You mean she slept for more than a week?" Michelle frowned even more tightly. "Watson has never been in this situation before. What happened?"

"I'm still researching. You can go see her first." Ms. Yao led her to a door. "I suggest you don't make too much noise. You should know what happens when Watson falls asleep, right? You might be attacked, and she won't know who you are."

"Thank you."

Michelle nodded and walked in.

This is a standard English classical room, very similar to the one in Mrs. Peggy's manor, even the smell of aged wood is very similar. A female body lies on the bed, revealing half of Miss Watson's profile. Even with the quilt covering her, it can't hide her charming figure.

Without paying attention to the Supreme Sorcerer standing at the door, or even looking at the levitating cloak that was approaching her, Michella sat down beside the bed and gently stroked Miss Watson's cold forehead. The familiar temperature finally made her feel at ease. As Miss Watson's red lips moved, the originally dead sculpture instantly became alive, and an unprecedented heat surged into her heart.

At least Michelle was sure she felt a heat in her chest.

It's like a shot of adrenaline.

But Miss Watson still showed no sign of waking up. She completely regained her composure, as if the small movement of her lower lip just now was an illusion. Michelle stood up and walked towards the Ancient One at the door: "I have my luggage in the car. Can I wait here until Watson wakes up?"

"Okay, although..." Before Master Ancient One could finish his words, he saw Miss Watson on the bed jump up with a dazed look on her face: "...Kitten?"

"......you're awake?"

Michelle was the first to react: "You slept for a long time."

"Kitten?"

Miss Watson turned to look at her, confused, but then immediately revealed a look of surprise, and rushed over to hug her girlfriend: "Mimi!"

Hearing this address, Michella rolled her eyes, but did not say anything else, letting Miss Watson ramble for a long time: "How did you find this place? Where is this place? Why does it look so much like the London Temple? Did Master Ancient One ask you to come here?"

"It's September 9th, what do you think?"

Dr. Heinzwafen finally couldn't help it: "I couldn't contact you, and I thought something happened to you. I didn't expect you to sleep until now."

"......Ah?" Miss Watson looked at her stupidly.

Then he got hit on the forehead: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh, stop hitting me!"

"It seems you don't need to bring your luggage in." Master Ancient One walked into the room, his expression seemed very satisfied, but people couldn't understand the reason: "Ms. Watson, considering that you have been delayed for so long, I need to extend some sparring lessons."

"Whatever you want, lelele—" Miss Watson made a face at her.

"What sparring lessons?" Michelle asked.

"It's just to be the sparring partner for those mages, close combat and coordination. Even though they call themselves 'mages', they definitely use fists and feet when fighting." Miss Watson stretched out her hand to play with the levitation cloak: "How about you come with us? Anyway, it's just fighting, you can understand."

"I'd rather talk to Mr. Watson now."

"alright......"

Miss Watson glanced at the Ancient One, who smiled and shook his head, then walked out and closed the door. There were only two people left in the room, and a floating cloak that was spinning in boredom. Miss Watson took off her clothes and stood a few meters away from Michelle: "Then let him out now."

After saying that, dense tentacles covered her body.

However, more than ten seconds later, it was still Miss Watson who appeared in front of Michelle.

"......What's wrong?"