The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

"I'm sorry, Granny Leah."

Watson pulled Granny Leah to sit on the chair and looked closely into her eyes: "I won't go to them alone, I promise."

Looking at Granny Leah who was already wiping away tears, Watson thought for a moment and decided to tell a half-truth.

"I didn't have time to tell you what I encountered in the prisoner camp. I met several Allied prisoners of war. They told me that Heidelberg will be attacked by the Allied forces in the next few days."

"What?" Granny Leah's eyes widened.

"Those soldiers who killed my parents will definitely attack other civilians, but if the Allied forces capture this city and these soldiers are captured, as long as they don't take the initiative to disclose it, then maybe no one will ever be captured. Know the crimes they committed."

"I will not seek revenge against them alone. I will expose the crimes they committed to the Allied soldiers! Let them accept justice!" I almost believed what I said, and Watson complained to himself. .

"So Grandma Leah, please tell me!"

Granny Leah looked at the boy in front of her. His words and deeds were so strange, but his soft light blond hair and deep lavender eyes told her that this was indeed the boy who always liked to come to her house to eat snacks and tell jokes. Little Armendo who amused her.

"I feel like you have grown up suddenly...Little Armendo, you must have gone through a lot of pain during this time to make things like this..."

Granny Leah sighed and looked at Watson's face with her hands: "My poor little Armendo, you are still so young. I still remember that all the little girls on this street used to like you. ...I really can't bear to have you related to those murderers...Seeing you come back alive today is the happiest thing in my life. If anything happens to you again, I really......"

Grandma Leah cried again as she spoke.

"Grandma Leah, I'm living well now. I'm really fine." Except for the possibility of cannibalism when I'm hungry, I'm living pretty well, Watson thought.

Granny Leah was silent for a while and then said: "Okay, I'll tell you, but you have to promise me not to go find them alone!"

......

A few minutes later, Watson had the information he wanted.

"Grandma Leah, don't tell anyone that you have seen me. You must hide well these days. Bullets and cannonballs don't have eyes."

Seeing the boy pushing the door and leaving, the old woman lowered her head and quietly wiped away tears while looking at the candlestick on the dining table.

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The leading soldier was Ludke Hoffmann, a local resident of Heidelberg. After the war broke out, he was brainwashed by racial thoughts and joined the army to start his atrocities. Unfortunately, Granny Leah didn't know much information. She only knew that Hoffman lived in the south of the city, but Granny Leah told Watson to find a man named Condra Mori, who was a "local expert."

Watson went all the way to the market in the south of the city. The patrolling soldiers along the way really caused him a lot of trouble, so much so that he sometimes had to choose to climb to the top of the building for the sake of speed.

But the cost of this is that it consumes more energy from the body, and Watson has begun to feel a little hungry.

That’s fine, I’ll melt you after I ask the question. Watson thought to himself that he did not want to use any "just trial" to kill Ludek. His trip was mainly to avenge the original owner of this body, Almendo Taxner.

Walking into the market, Watson checked his gloves, scarf and hat to confirm that he had no exposed skin except his eyes. Now that his body has begun to enter a state of hunger, he doesn't want to accidentally bump into a passerby and melt him.

Beside a dilapidated cart, Watson found the uncle dressed as a farmer that Granny Leah had mentioned.

"Are you Conrad Murray?"

The uncle looked sideways at Watson. It was quite cold in Heidelberg in July, but the child was wrapped too tightly, he thought to himself.

"That's me, do you have anything to do with me?"

"I want to inquire about someone."

"Do you have money? I don't do free business."

"Why don't you listen to my question first?"

"Um...well, who do you want to ask about?"

After taking a look at the boy's beautiful lavender eyes and looking at his attire, Mori thought that this might be a child from a wealthy family.

"I wonder where Ludke Hoffmann is."

Morrie, who was leaning lazily on the trolley, turned his head and looked at Watson: "I don't know this person. Who told you that I knew him?"

Your expression already tells me you know me, Watson thought.

"Many people say you know me. You don't really think I'm easy to deceive, do you?" The lie came out of his mouth.

Morrie watched Watson remain silent for a few seconds, then he straightened up with a loud sound and walked to the deserted corner next to him: "Let's go over there and talk."

Watson shrugged and followed, but just after walking into the corner, Mori quickly turned around, grabbed Watson's neck and pushed him to the wall, and then touched him with a gleaming dagger through the scarf. Holding Watson's neck.

"What? Does Ludek like to send little brats to tease me now?" Morrie asked viciously.

You can't kill me if you stab me in the neck, Watson stared with his signature dead fish eyes.

"With such a big reaction, you seem to have a grudge against him?"

"I have nothing to say to you! Go back and tell that bastard Ludek so that he can come to me personally! Otherwise, let someone kill me! Don't do such disgusting shit!"

The boy's slender palm grabbed Mori's wrist holding the dagger and exerted force suddenly. Morrie felt severe pain in his wrist, and the bones creaked under the overwhelming force from the boy's palm. In Morrie's horrified eyes, his arm holding the dagger was slowly moved away by Watson's hand. No matter how hard he resisted, it was of no avail.

"Um! You...what are you..."

The dagger fell to the ground with a clang, and Mori took a few steps back, covering his wrist and staring at the boy.

"I really wasn't sent here by Ludke Hoffman, and then I really wanted to know where he was."

Watson continued to stare at him with dead fish eyes and repeated again: "I really wasn't sent here by him."

He walked up to Morrie and continued: "Please calm down, Mr. Conrad Morrie, I'm sorry for hurting your wrist. I'm looking for Ludeck Hoffmann because of some... ..It’s not a good thing, but you two seem to have quite a big feud. I wonder if you would mind telling me a little bit?”

"Perhaps if you do me this favor, I can also help you with a little favor?"

"..." Morrie sat on the ground leaning against the wall, took out a cigarette and lighter, lit it with his wrist that was pinched by Watson tremblingly, and said in a sad tone: "Ludek, who I know because of work. , it has been a few years, and we always like to go to Father Weissen's pub to drink together. But in the first few years when the war broke out, he changed, he was arrogant and domineering, looked down on others, and often beat and scolded his wife... ..”

At this point, Mori stopped, took out the small wine bottle in his arms and took a sip: "He used his official position to avenge himself and killed many people, even Father Wesson, who was very kind to him before, he didn't let go! You must know that although he owed Father Wesson a lot of wine money, Father Wesson never urged him to pay back the money. How could he...&￥#% (German vulgar language), this Heartless bastard!"

After seeing what Morrie had said, Watson asked at the right time: "So where can I find this bastard?"

"At No. 75 Larison Street in the south of the city, he lives there with his wife and children. When he is not busy in the army, he will come back. He will drink wine, hug the children, get drunk and beat his wife. He can come back three or four times a week. .”

Morrie finished speaking and took another sip of wine.

Watson's good habit developed by playing military games came up: "I have a city map, please mark it for me."

Then he played an RPG game and looked at the dialog box, and his bad habit of clicking on every dialogue option came up: "By the way, you said he often beats his wife?"

"Yes, Ludek's wife was forced to marry him after he became an officer. That scumbag, if he hadn't gained power and had so many people under his command, I would have really wanted to kill him with my own hands... ..."

When Mori said this, he punched the wall with his fist: "His wife, Euphemia, we were about to get married..."

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I'm even hungrier. Watson, who was sitting boredly on the roof opposite Ludek's house, looked at the two guards in front of the gate and let out a bored sigh. The bald gangster said that the Allies would launch an attack in ten hours, and they would have to respond. The Howling Commandos then detonated bombs in the city. It was almost evening now. Could they be trying to fight a night battle?

And you, you really are not afraid of death, right? Watson turned his gaze back to look at a small bird that kept pecking at him by his legs. With his superficial knowledge of biology, he couldn't identify what kind of bird it was. "I'm not kidding, you might really die if you peck it with your mouth." Watson whispered, and gently poked the bird's head with his gloved finger.

"Chi chi chi chi!"

The little bird wasn't afraid. After calling once, it didn't make any sound. It just kept pecking at Watson's outstretched finger.

It was the same with the dog last time, and it's the same with you. Is there anything on me that smells particularly delicious?

Watson raised his arms and smelled himself.

But I still didn’t smell anything!

The feeling of hunger was getting stronger and stronger. Watson stopped making too many unnecessary movements and continued to stare at the two guards at the gate of Ludek's house in a daze. I should have brought a bottle of beer or something, and Watson felt a little regretful.

What? You ask me how I can withstand such intense hunger?

Please! I was an abandoned house in my last life!

After playing this round, we'll go have a meal or something...

Sometimes I can put off the meal that should be eaten at 12 noon until 6 pm.

Am I afraid of going hungry? joke!

If I hadn’t died early in my previous life, I would have shown you late-stage gastric cancer at the age of 30! (Please don’t imitate Watson)

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This was the first sunset that Watson saw after traveling through time. The golden sunlight looked almost the same as the morning light, but when it fell on the eaves and streets, it gave people a drowsy feeling. Pedestrians were returning to their respective homes. A part-time traffic police soldier on the road was holding a long rifle. The bayonet on the tip of the gun reflected a dazzling light from time to time between movements, as if there were sharp and ferocious sounds accompanied by whistles. into Watson's ears.

I will never see her again.

Watson thought of the traffic control girl he would always see on the road when he went out to eat in the evening in his previous life. She was wearing a tight and beautiful uniform, heroic sunglasses, seductive red lips, white gloves and a pair of big shoes wearing leather boots. Her long legs make people want to listen to her every whistle command. She is my biggest motivation to go out to eat on time every day, because if I go late, she will get off work.

In order to see her longer, I never take a car every time I pass by that place...

Watson felt melancholy for a moment.

The night is getting darker and the street lights are on.

At this time, Watson finally saw the target that Morrie had described to him before.

The scar on the forehead, the open military uniform, the beer belly, the gun belt in the hand and the short and fat figure...

Ludke Hoffmann, you are finally here.

Seeing Ludek's shaky steps, he kicked open the door and walked in. The two guards at the door turned a blind eye. Watson was sure that this was the goal of his trip. He stood up and prepared to take action, but suddenly remembered that he still had a little tail that he had not dealt with. He looked at the "angry" bird at his feet that was pecking at him.

Are you a woodpecker?

Watson looked at the little bird, and an uncertain thought came to his mind: If I grab it and shake it hard and fast for a dozen times, it will faint, right?

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Ludek Hoffmann walked into the hall of his home. His wife Euphemia was reading a book on the sofa with her 1-year-old daughter in her arms. When she saw him walking in, Euphemia was a little panicked and stood up holding her daughter. .

Ludek chuckled and roughly reached out to take his daughter from his wife's hand.

"Daddy is here to see the little princess~Who is the cutest?" He kissed her and the little baby girl cried out of fright.

Ludek didn't mind either. One of his fat arms held his daughter, and the other hand reached for the wine bottle on the table. He bit the cork of the bottle with his teeth and took a swig. Ludek smiled even more happily, and the two eyes on his fat face narrowed into a straight line.

But his actions were not pleasant at all. Ludek put the wine bottle to his daughter's mouth and tried to get her to take a sip: "Don't cry! Come on, take a sip. Take a sip and stop crying, okay?"

Euphemia on the side couldn't help but said: "Don't be like this, she can't..."

"Snapped!"

Before she finished speaking, Euphemia received a slap on the face, and Ludek put his face in front of her: "My dear Euphemia, who do you think is responsible for your success?" To live in such a nice double-story villa?" The smell of alcohol sprayed into Euphemia's face, and she covered her face and lowered her eyelids, avoiding Ludek's sight.

"Go get me a bath."

Euphemia nodded and turned to leave.

"Didn't you just point your fingers at me? Why didn't you say anything?"

Ludek pulled his wife back after taking two steps, causing her to stumble.

"Do you look down on me?"

Ludek's two thick eyebrows were twisted together, and several deep wrinkles were squeezed out on his forehead.

"Do you look down on me because I used to be a stall owner? You are a village girl!"

Euphemia trembled and said: "No...no..."

Ludek's scowl melted away instantly, and he grinned. His two thick eyebrows were raised and lowered. Together with his big yellow teeth, it made people feel sick no matter how he looked at it: "Come on! Give me a kiss here! Give me a kiss and I'll forgive you." you!"

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I hate people with poor wine taste, and besides, you can’t describe yourself as having poor wine taste. Watson, who was hanging outside the window, almost crushed the eaves used to support his body. At this time, he saw Ludek put down his daughter and walked up to the second floor alone.

He realized his opportunity had come.

Watson's eyes were already red with hunger. He stretched out his hand like an evil ghost and slowly crawled towards the window on the second floor like a hunter. Opera music played on the radio came from the window:

J.S. Bach - "Aria on the G String"

Well, The Evil Within. Watson's mouth hidden behind his scarf grinned with a slightly ferocious smile. He was like the villain in "There's a Ghost Outside the Window", hanging sideways and gently leaning his head towards the window.

Gold, jewelry, and art.

Ludek, who was holding the wine bottle, had his back to Watson, leaning down to admire his collection. From time to time, he would pick up a gold sculpture and kiss it, giggling. Suddenly, Ludek felt that his body flew backwards. Watson grabbed Ludek with both hands and threw him heavily on the bed in the room.

The wine bottle fell to the soft carpet with a thud.

Before Ludek's brain, which had been anesthetized by alcohol, could react, Watson had already jumped up and straddled him, stretched out his two hands to pinch Ludek's fat neck, and stared at him with a pair of blood-red eyes. eyes.

"Ludeck Hofmann!"

"You have failed this city! (You have failed this city!)"

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I've been wanting to shout this famous line from "Arrow" for so long, but Watson was trying not to laugh out loud.

Seeing that Ludek was still looking at him blankly, Watson felt the need to wake him up.

"Pop!" "Pap!" "Boom!"

Two slaps, one left and one right, hit Ludek's fat face hard, making his greasy face tremble. Then his fat beer belly received another powerful punch from Watson, and the entire lower part was dented astonishingly. radian.

"Ugh!!!! Hoo!!!!"

After being hit hard on the abdomen, Ludek was about to spit out a breath from his throat, but unfortunately his throat was tightly choked by Watson, and it rushed to the mouth of his lungs and could no longer go up.

This time Watson controlled his strength and would not hurt the person so badly that he could not speak like last time.

This time it hurt so much. Ludek opened his eyes wide and finally realized the fact that he had been pinned down on the bed and beaten several times. Watson released his grip on Ludek's neck just in time, and the other person immediately coughed:

"Ahem... ugh... you... how dare you..."

Come on, come on, a classic line from a brainless villain, your second sentence must be "Do you know who I am?" right? Watson began to roll his favorite dead fish eyes.

"Do you fucking know who I am! @#%% (German vulgar language)!"

This is really true. Watson took out the dagger gifted from Mori (a bonus for clicking all the "dialogue options") and put it on Ludek's neck, and asked: "At around 1944 pm on May 5, 24, you led the team in You shot a young couple on the Old Bridge in Heidelberg and threw their children into a prisoner camp. Who participated in that massacre with you?"

Fortunately Granny Leah remembered the time, Watson thought, otherwise I might have just taken off my scarf and asked him if he recognized me.

Being held against him by the dagger, Ludek finally panicked. He rolled his eyes, thinking that the guy in front of him was so skinny, maybe I could fight back?

"I know! What you are saying is..."

While saying this, Ludek quickly reached out to grab Watson's right hand holding the dagger, and at the same time rolled his body and tried to use his weight advantage to turn Watson under him.

Watson grabbed Ludek's outstretched right hand, raised his head at the same time, and hit his nose with a rocket headbutt, slamming Ludek's head onto the bed. Then Watson pulled the pillow beside the bed, stuffed a corner of it into Ludek's mouth, raised the dagger and stabbed it into Ludek's left shoulder.

"Ouch!! Woooooooooo!!!!!"

With his mouth blocked by the pillow, Ludek's screams could only turn into moans. "If you dare to scream louder, I will dig out your eyes." After Watson finished speaking, he saw Ludek nodded with frightened eyes and let go of the pillow.

"My nose..."

Ludek burst into tears from the pain. The bridge of his nose seemed to have been smashed. He didn't dare to think about what his face had become.

"Tell me the name."

"I said! I said!"

(To be continued)