The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

Compared to other radio stations, Boer’s style is to create a warm and caring personality, so the interview is also very conventional and rarely goes beyond the norm. After all, it was her first time on the show, and the Hot Wave Records were very worried that Jessica would lose her temper and say something extreme if provoked, so the overall idea was basically to follow a safe path.

"Oh my god, it's perfect!"

As soon as he walked out of the radio studio, his agent Frey stood up from the sofa: "You are becoming famous! Jessica! I bet! They just don't know what you look like, let me think, oh, by the way, there is a live show next month..."

"Okay, okay..."

Jessica covered her face, missing the other person's previous attitude: "Don't say anything, I'm going to forget about this matter soon."

"why?"

Frey was puzzled: "I know you might be worried about the audience's feedback, but believe me, Jesse, the live broadcast effect is really great! It is completely beyond my expectations. God, I thought I was going to communicate with them today about your language problems during the live broadcast, but there was nothing. I couldn't believe it. You know? Jesse, when Maggie first went live..."

"Oh yeah, how's Maggie doing?"

Okay, let’s talk about Maggie, not me!

"Um... we haven't been in touch since. I heard that her new album is about to come out, and there's a song in it that you arranged." Frey's expression was a little awkward. After all, although the end of their partnership could not be called a breakup, it was still far from a good breakup. "You left each other your numbers, didn't you? I thought you might chat with her occasionally."

"...What do you think?"

There was no point in continuing the conversation. Ms. Drew simply waved her hand and said, "I have to run some errands nearby. You don't have to send me off. See you next time."

After saying goodbye to her agent, she started strolling around the neighborhood.

It was already 10 o'clock in the evening, and Londoners' nightlife was at its peak. The shops along the sidewalk were lit with warm lights, and there was a kind of calmness that Jessica liked most. The venue for this radio live broadcast was in Brixton, located in the southern area of ​​London, which was farther away from the Hammerforge than Battersea.

Since it was a rare trip, Jessica planned to find a quieter shop, pick a seat by the window facing the street, and then sit down alone, staring at the pedestrians and cars passing by. Logically speaking, the streets in most parts of London are actually similar, but Jessica never gets tired of this kind of scenery.

She's been enjoying doing that lately.

There happened to be a bookstore not far ahead, so Ms. Drew pushed the door open without hesitation.

I saw a white Persian cat coming towards me.

Why do British people like to keep cats so much?

"Meow~~"

The lazy Persian cat saw Jessica and sat up directly from the counter.

"Oh, it's very curious about you. Haha, good evening, beautiful lady." The shop owner was a little old man with a white beard, leisurely holding a book. "Welcome! How can I help you?"

"I'm just looking aground."

"Of course, please help yourself."

I think the last time I went into a bookstore was in 1944.

After walking around twice, Jessica was planning to pick two classics, but she saw a book with Raccoon City in the title in the bestseller area - "Raccoon City Memoirs: A Human Tragedy". The cover consisted of several photos, which looked like the tragic scenes of the streets in Raccoon City taken with a camera during the virus outbreak.

Who wrote this...

Alisa Ashcroft.

That's fine.

After paying the boss, Jessica sat on the sofa by the bookstore window and opened the book to see what this female reporter who had met her once in the refugee camp in Raccoon City had done. The memoir came with a photo album, which was full of photos taken by Alyssa in Raccoon City. Ms. Drew flipped through a few pages and suddenly saw a figure holding two samurai swords, rushing left and right among the zombies.

Shit, isn't this Mr. Watson?

After staring at the picture for a few seconds, Jessica quickly opened the main text directory.

The entire memoir is mainly based on Alyssa's own perspective, but it also includes a lot of on-site interviews, especially a lot of stories involving other people, but this is of course the forte of journalists. Soon, Ms. Drew successfully found the corresponding clip, in which the female reporter described Mr. Watson, a mysterious man wearing combat uniform and holding two knives, looking for his ex-girlfriend in Raccoon City where the virus broke out.

NMD, why did I say that at that time?

Yes, I was not good at English at that time...

Boom!

Jessica punched herself on the head.

"Meow?"

The owner's white Persian cat happened to come over and tilted its head in confusion, then was hugged and kissed twice by Ms. Drew. The little thing thought that the cat would hug and scratch it like other big cats, but it didn't expect that the cat would put it directly on the carpet.

"Meow?" The Persian cat stood up and put its front paws on Jessica's legs. The old man in the bookstore then walked over slowly: "Sorry, ma'am, I hope my cat didn't bother you. Sometimes it's really naughty..."

"It's okay." Jessica smiled at him: "I also have a kitten, I know it's not easy to make them behave well."

"Oh, that's so true."

The old man picked up the Persian cat and said, "I won't bother you anymore. Please enjoy your time. If you need anything, please come to the counter and find me."

"Thank you...Oh, sorry, what time do you close?"

"Well, anytime."

The owner blinked and sat back at the counter with a smile.

The big sofa in the bookstore was very comfortable to lie on. Jessica took off her coat, soothed her boring levitating cloak, and continued to read the Raccoon City Memoirs. Reporter Alyssa had some conscience and did not make up stories based on Mr. Watson's few words and a few shots, but she also used the guiding writing method that reporters usually use.

Jessica recalled the plot of the "Resident Evil: Outbreak" series. After escaping Raccoon City, Alyssa did try to reveal the truth, but was covered up by the federal government. But in this world, with Batwoman secretly breaking the news, the tragedy of Raccoon City spread all over the world, and female reporters no longer fell into this situation.

Forget it, it’s not easy for them to escape alive.

What's wrong with making some money by writing books?

Anyway, Mr. Watson didn't show his face.

When she thought of Mr. Watson, Jessica started to have a headache again. She did promise Michela, but she had no idea how to get this guy back. In fact, to some extent, this problem can still be solved by Master Gu Yi. Miss Butterfly Knife later relayed part of his original words: This is a situation that will inevitably happen in the future, and she just accelerated the process.

The future is bound to happen.

Then you accelerated the process. How did you accelerate it? Magic? You said at the beginning that we "outsiders" could not see a clear future...

I don't trust you, you old woman!

It would be great if I could also travel through the multiverse and find a Doctor Strange from another universe. Maybe he would be willing to help me solve this problem. Unlike the Ancient One in this universe, who loves to be a riddler and disappears at any time.

Jessica sighed, and had no intention of reading anymore. She left the store decisively and prepared to find a place to have dinner. Today's meal time was very similar to that of her previous life. She only had time to eat after she finished the live broadcast. It was only because her body was different now, otherwise it would be a complete waste of her life.

Who says live broadcasting is not a job for young people?

Those with enough experience and good talent can pass it several times, while ordinary people can only improve their proficiency in the project through repeated rehearsals. Unfortunately, the entire live broadcast depends on teamwork, and in most positions, if someone can't keep up, everyone has to rehearse.

Often, the live broadcast will start right after the rehearsal. If you are on the edge, you may not even have time to pee. Just like this radio live broadcast, Jessica watched the rookie audio assistants busy for most of the day. It is customary not to bring food or drinks into the live broadcast work area, so they can only work on an empty stomach.

Painful memories belong to yes.

To be honest, I don't have much talent in live broadcasting. I have a lot of experience in "jail" and torture, otherwise I wouldn't have died suddenly in my previous life. Now I'm going to wait until 11 o'clock, and then buy a bottle of beer, so I can relive the rhythm of life before I died...

I don’t want to think about it anymore. I don’t want to think about it anymore.

Jessica bought a hot dog on the roadside and ate it while walking. Just as she was thinking about getting some wine later, there was a sudden noise on the street ahead.

Why are there so many people?

Jessica then noticed the theater at the end. It was crowded with people and the central area was lit up with flashing lights. She listened carefully and heard shouts:

"Adam! Adam!"

"Adam! I love you Adam!"

"Adam! Adam! Look at me! Aa ...

Tsk, I thought it was some emergency case.

Jessica sighed about the star-chasers and was about to bypass them, but she saw the crowd in front slowly split into two parts, and a shiny convertible sports car drove out from the middle and drove towards her along the street. She quickly saw the man in his thirties in the back seat, who was indeed very handsome, mature, elegant, and graceful, perfectly matching the appearance of a star.

Perhaps thinking that Jessica, who was staring at him, was also a fan, the man raised his hand and blew her a kiss the moment he passed by her.

If you were a beautiful female star, I would be happy to receive this flying kiss.

Ms. Drew rolled her eyes and prepared to keep walking, then ran head-on into the fanatical fans chasing the car. Accompanied by waves of shouting, the whole scene was comparable to a herd of cattle charging, and although she was not injured, she was inevitably embarrassed.

Oh shit my hot dog!

In the chaos, a man reached out his hand towards his chest.

Jessica directly used her shoulder to push the man away, and the man took a half step back, his back hitting other running fans, which immediately led to a stampede - of course, he was the unlucky one who was pressed at the bottom. Ms. Drew decisively withdrew, walked away, and squeezed through the crowd to leave the scene.