The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

A fat lady in fashionable clothes was chasing after me.

Sayida Holly Vasquez, the designer who styled Mr. Watson before he went to the Stark Industries Expo, was accompanied by a fat girl. From their body shape and facial features, it was obvious that there was a blood relationship between the two.

"Mom! Caesar is here!"

No, is this cat really called Caesar? Why not King Arthur...

Jessica rubbed the ocelot's head and looked at the two fat women rushing to her: "Sorry! Miss, this is our cat. It is too naughty. Please accept my apology."

"I just happened to see it." Jessica held the cat and handed it back: "Small animals like to run around. At least this shows that they are healthy, right?"

"That doesn't apply to my rabbits."

“Please, Mira, don’t do this, okay?” Sayida gently scolded the other party, then turned to face Jessica: “Sorry, please forgive my daughter’s rudeness, thank you for finding this cat, and Mira, you should at least say thank you to her.”

"Yeah, thank you." The fat girl Mira was obviously still in adolescence, with a rebellious temperament. Jessica was too lazy to argue with her: "You're welcome."

After walking a dozen meters, she could still hear the mother and daughter bickering behind her. Then she turned out of the park path and the surroundings finally became a little quieter. However, the raindrops fell on the street like clocking in for work. Jessica found a coffee shop and sat quietly by the window.

This sitting lasted for half a day.

There was no thought in her mind, it was empty and motionless, and what finally brought her back to consciousness was not time, but the exhausted battery of her Walkman. By the time Jessica came to her senses, the coffee on the table had already gone cold. She continued to stare at the cup for a few minutes, but still had no intention of getting up and leaving.

I had to order something again.

I'm not really heartbroken...

Ms. Drew was surprised at her inexplicable condition, but unfortunately there was no one around her who could provide help in this regard, including herself. She was basically helpless about the current strange condition of Black Light's body, like a primitive man who picked up a gun and didn't know how to fix it if it got stuck.

Compare it with Alex Mercer, the protagonist of the original game "Prototype". Although he lost most of his memories as a human being at the beginning and had no relevant knowledge reserves as a scientist, he could not study himself; but he could find a pathologist with the corresponding knowledge and skills to help solve the problems encountered by Blacklight's body.

Alex Mercer can be said to be a person who has been reborn with amnesia to some extent. It is understandable that he lacks common sense and logic in dealing with people. On the one hand, he was lucky to meet Dr. Bradley Ragland, and on the other hand, it was also the arrangement of the game plot, and he got a relatively firm ally.

Jessica never thought she would be so lucky.

In fact, if she had known that the thing in her body was the Blacklight virus, if she could travel back in time and start over again, she would not even choose to go find Captain America to join the Allied Forces, let alone provide body samples to Howard Stark for research.

The Blacklight Virus is his biggest trump card. Unlike the original game, people in this world don’t even know about it, so he should take advantage of it.

However, Howard’s research data at that time...who knows if the Federation still has it.

There is a high probability that it definitely exists.

Fortunately, once the body tissue of the Blacklight virus is completely cut off, its interior will self-destruct and dissolve. Howard tried every possible way to solve this problem, but failed. Therefore, all experiments had to rely on Watson to provide samples on the spot. After his disappearance, the other party completely lost the basis for further research. Now it seems that federal scientists should not be able to make any name for themselves from these materials, otherwise they would have applied them to human enhancement experiments long ago.

This situation has never happened even in the original version of the game. Normally, it should be as infectious as the body fluids of zombies, quickly transforming the creatures it touches into its own kind. This doubt has been lingering in Jessica's mind since the beginning, but it has been dragging on until now, and Jessica has no ability to explore it.

She once again felt the urgency of improving infection control capabilities. As long as she could control some scientific researchers who would never rebel, the problem would be completely solved... probably.

It would be nice if there was a system.

At least tell me what the upgrade conditions are.

Ding!

The host successfully taught Tony Stark a lesson and was rewarded with a 10% increase in the power of the black light blade!

Isn’t that great?

That's all you can get from beating up Iron Man.

But the reality is that even if you beat Iron Man a hundred times you won’t get a penny, and you may even have to pay for medical expenses.

hum-

The phone on the table began to vibrate.

"Good evening, Fred, what's up?" Jessica answered the phone, and suddenly she felt like she had broken free from her trance and returned to reality: "I didn't go to Hot Wave Records today. I've changed it to tomorrow."

"Of course, as long as you're happy. I was looking for you for something else. Sorry, I was a little too excited this morning and forgot about it." Frey said, "The publicity manager of Hot Wave Records has arranged several radio interviews for you, but it has been delayed for a while because you haven't come back."

"I understand. It's written in the contract. Even though it doesn't say I have to cooperate every time." Jessica took out a few bills from her wallet and placed them on the table. She stood up and walked to the door. "Then let's meet at Hot Wave Records tomorrow? Communicate the specific schedule and content clearly. I guess they can't wait."

"No problem! Bye!"

Why is this song "Thank you" so effective?

Jessica felt that she had underestimated the power of the original singer Dido Armstrong, although this was to a certain extent due to her own evasive mentality regarding the promotion of the "original album".

"...Well, this day will come eventually."

Jessica muttered to herself, put on the hood of the floating cloak disguise, and walked into the rain alone.

......

a few days later.

"Welcome! Jessica!"

"Thank you, nice to meet you." After hearing the signal from the radio host, Jessica immediately leaned close to the microphone and said the lines she had decided on during the rehearsal: "Good evening! Dear listeners in front of the radio station, my name is Jessica Drew, the singer of "Thank You."

"I want to say that you performed a great piece of work. The most important thing is that you wrote this song yourself." The host, Boer, is a middle-aged black man with a very magnetic voice and a unique sense of intimacy. "Can you tell me about the background of its creation?"

"Oh yes."

Jessica picked up the script: "I was kicked out by the landlord because I couldn't pay the rent. About a few months ago, I lived in Dagenham for a while. At that time, I saw some houses that were being demolished, and the inspiration came."

“So this song is basically about being kicked out of the house?”

"Almost." Jessica smiled at the right time, and her deliberately controlled tone sounded very gentle.

"To be honest, it's not that I don't like love songs, but sometimes I get tired of hearing the same theme too much, you know." Boer continued: "This song left a unique impression on me, and it is precisely because it not only depicts love, but also has a lot of insights into life. Do your works revolve around such themes?"

"Come on, I'm a young man too, Bol."

Ms. Drew continued to act according to the script and even rolled her eyes in a very formal manner.

“Hahahaha, I understand.” Boer laughed twice, but then quickly recovered his expression, proving that he was also acting: “So of course you will have some works about love, right? And you will bring us a new song today.”

"Yes, a new song."

"About love?"

“Strictly speaking, it’s still very much about life.”

"......Oh." Bol seemed to be stuck, creating a show effect.

Scripts are all scripts.

"Youth is not only about love, but more importantly, young people also have to step into society, face life, and experience their own struggles and choices." Jessica continued to speak the lines, ending the main content of her first interview: "And life is what everyone has to go through. I hope my songs can bring some strength and help people believe in tomorrow."

"You're right." Boer glanced at the sound console: "Then next, let's listen to her new song "Big Big World" together!"

A red light on the desk turns on, indicating that the microphone has been muted.

A familiar keyboard prelude came from the headphones. Jessica naturally would not sing live, and the audio file of the entire song had been handed over to the sound control console. Now, she and the host Boer were going to have a break for a song. Unexpectedly, Boer, who had hardly said anything during the rehearsal, took a sip of his drink and took the initiative to start a topic: "Is this really your first time on a radio interview, Jessica?"

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"Your calmness surprised me. Not many guests can be like you." Boer stared at her face. "Rehearsal and the official live broadcast are different. Girl, you didn't mispronounce a single word from beginning to end, and you didn't even spit on the microphone. If this is really your first time, then I have to say that you have a big heart."

"Thank you."

Jessica's answer was quite subtle, but she was actually lamenting about her experience as a host in her previous life. It was all because her boss couldn't afford to hire a host, so she had to fill in. Not only was she a temporary worker on stage, she also edited the videos after the live broadcast, and even wrote the tweets on her WeChat public account.

The boss is only responsible for reviewing the films and scripts, while the hard-working employees have a lot to consider, such as whether they can go to bed before 12 o'clock tonight.

Of course, the final effect was not very good.

"I'm a big, big girl, In a big, big world."

(I'm a big girl in a big world)

"It's not a big, big thing, If you leave me..."

(It's not a big deal if you leave me)

The song was playing, but Ms. Drew had no interest in talking. She was enduring the shame that was surging in her heart. Even if she was mentally prepared, it was still a bit of a torment to say that she was "original" in public at this stage. I just hope I can get used to it soon in the future.

"Don't worry, Jessica, it's a great song." Boer thought she was nervous and smiled to comfort her: "I'm not flattering you. This song "Big Big World" will definitely be put on the playlists of many parents for their daughters. Do you understand? Not just any song can achieve this level."

"Well, thank you."

Jessica covered half of her face.