The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

Watson felt uneasy.

The reason is not that Michela has a good impression of him, but that he is simply not sure whether he has a good impression of Michela.

It was only at this time that he re-realized the psychological problems he had left over from his previous life in terms of relationships, which was his lack of clear ability to identify and feel love, or "like".

Although Watson still lived as a normal person for a few years after leaving the second grade of high school and entering the society. Several short-lived love experiences also happened during this period, but he finally fell into the world of being alone in an otaku.

And some otakus are very sad creatures.

They don't believe that love can last long for them.

In this area, they are unwilling or gradually do not want to bear the pain of loss and separation; a small number of people who have had a relationship are more sensitive to this. After entering society, the nerve of love is like a spring deeply suppressed in their hearts.

Over time, it loses its elasticity.

When the consciousness in the secular mainstream is making insinuations, saying that the destined other half may have appeared, the dry lake in my heart has no way to distinguish whether it is true or false.

Some of them will be desperate and spend money and energy, only to be ruthlessly deceived; while some will feel sorry for themselves and choose to give up at the beginning of the story.

Give up this opportunity to change your life, avoid all hidden knives, and avoid all sincere hugs. After a brief encounter, it rained in the desert in their hearts, but in the end nothing was left.

Eventually everyone will realize...

Oh,

These otakus are probably not suitable partners.

Watson feels that he is this kind of homebody.

Before the time travel, I couldn't distinguish between the levels of affection, liking and love, and it was the same after the time travel. But this is just one of his many psychological flaws. My emotional intelligence can handle interpersonal relationships normally, but it is powerless in the field of love.

Maybe I really am such a psychopath.

Watson looked at Michela quietly.

The girl curled up slightly and leaned against the safety rope. One hand was holding the handle of the knife on the side of her leg, and the other hand was hugging her abdomen tightly. She looked like a vigilant wolf, always on guard against attack even if she was resting.

But she looked a little pitiful.

Watson recalled in his mind the look of the girl when she said goodbye to him at Heidelberg Airport in 1990, which was in sharp contrast to the picture in front of him. At that time, Michela was so beautiful and confident, like a princess, full of noble and elegant temperament in her every move.

But now, she has become a member of the wolf pack.

Wolves don't care about their wounds.

But a woman does.

There was a voice in Watson's heart. He hoped that his inference was wrong. Michela had no other thoughts. She just hadn't seen him for a long time and didn't want to show her face so soon. But the image of the girl curled up in the back seat of the Hummer lingered for a long time.

While he was thinking about it, Michel pulled.

She directly stretched out a hand to hold Watson's face and pushed his head away. Before Watson could say anything, Michela quickly pulled her hand back to her side and continued to pretend to be asleep.

Okay, I'm pretending to sleep.

Considering that the other party had already drawn a knife to kill someone, Watson decided not to look at her for the time being, so as not to make a move later and wake up the others, which would make both of them look bad.

So he simply closed his eyes and continued to dig out the bank account and safe house information in Mrs. Viper's memory.

I don’t know how long it took.

Michela's head slowly turned more than ten degrees back toward Watson.

......

"Wake up! We're here!"

Luper's voice sounded from the front seat, and several people in the cabin opened their eyes. Watson looked at the plane window next to him and saw that a large area below was covered in thick fog.

The roads and low-rise buildings are completely invisible, and only some tall mountains and forests can be seen with half of their upper bodies exposed in the thick fog, full of tranquility.

This made him feel a little novel.

As a southerner in his previous life, Watson rarely encountered foggy days where he lived. So he simply moved his position and sat by the window of the plane, admiring this rare view.

"First time seeing it?"

Beltway was back online, and even though he slept all the way on the plane, it didn't affect the fat man's desire to talk at all.

"I really rarely see it." Watson nodded.

"This is the specialty of Maine!" Beltway grinned: "The forest coverage rate in this place is more than 90%. I thought it was very novel when I saw it for the first time. And meteorological experts have studied dozens of Years ago, I didn’t understand where the thick fog came from.”

Watson nodded perfunctorily, but the fat man obviously didn't want to end the topic like this.

"And you know what? There are so many horrific legends here!" He raised a hand and said seriously: "For example, the serial chainsaw massacre! That's not just something written in novels. Everything has adapted prototypes, and some prototypes are even more terrifying..."

"There is a small town here, what is it called? I forgot the name. Anyway, there are many people living in that place, but they are all dead! There is a coal mine underground in the town, which has been burning for decades... ."

"Beltway, I think you could consider becoming a tour guide after you retire."

Watson smiled, but his expression made it obvious.

"All right......"

Beltway realized that the other party actually didn't want to chat, so he took the initiative to stop the conversation and pointed at Watson with his finger: "You are quite good at talking."

Ten minutes later.

The Black Hawk helicopter landed in a secret small airport. This place is completely contracted by private parties to provide temporary maintenance and repair services mainly for flying vehicles. In addition to this, it even provides vehicle rentals, firearms maintenance and casual clothing purchases.

The mercenary circle is actually divided into upper, middle and lower reaches.

The upstream is naturally those large companies that hold funds and have business needs, sometimes even including national organizations secretly instructed by the government; the components in the midstream are relatively complex, including middlemen who handle business, arms dealers who sell equipment, and those responsible for various logistics team.

And downstream are the mercenaries who are responsible for combat duties.

Of course, as an industry with a long history, it is not that there are behemoths in the circle that cover the upper, middle and lower reaches at the same time. Most of them are able to negotiate directly with secret representatives at the national level, and their military power is enough to conquer some small third world countries.

This type of organization usually calls itself a ‘military contractor’.

“Finally we’re at the place!”

Beltway stretched out his arms and legs and spoke first again. It's just that in Watson's opinion, if he always does this, it makes the other people in the wolf team seem to have no sense of existence.

"Where are we going now?"

Watson, who had changed into casual clothes such as jeans and a jacket, went directly to Ruper. The dress of the French mature woman in front of her was as simple and elegant as ever. There was only a combat vest under the thick coat. If it was not zipped, it would not be able to cover the delicate skin of her chest and neck.

"Willie's Bar and then a few days in this town."

Not surprisingly, the members of the Wolf Pack team really planned to implement the mercenary tradition, which was to have a good drink after the battle. The ten or so hours of sleep I had on the plane were enough to replenish my energy. After a full sleep, having a piece of tender steak was the most important thing.

The most tiring ones are actually the two women, Luper and Four Eyes.

Because they need to fly the helicopter alternately, neither of them may have half as much rest time as everyone else.

Beltway was already shouting that he was going to knock the ghost down, and he took the lead towards the parking lot with Victor, a man with short hair like a small transparent face, wanting to occupy the coolest Harley motorcycle.

"You want to wait for Bertha to come out?"

Luper, who was walking at the end, asked Watson.

"Yes, didn't you say Bertha knows where to meet?"

"Yes, she knows."

Luper stopped and seemed to be thinking. After more than ten seconds, he turned his head again: "Watson, Beltwine didn't take the initiative to mention it to you. But we can see that Bertha has been thinking all the way. She didn't take off her mask on purpose, she obviously didn't want you to see her face."

"So...her face was hurt."

Watson uses declarative sentences.

Luper lowered his head in silence, but he couldn't organize his words for a while, so he could only give up the intention of explaining in detail: "You will understand when you see her. I don't know what the story is between you, but Bertha has never I won’t be so interested in other men.”

"I've been trying to encourage her to be more confident over the years, but it's been hard to be honest."

Luper stretched out his hand and pointed at Watson: "I know you are here for her, and I hope you can be considerate...at least not to make her mental state worse."

......

"Where are they? Are they leaving first?"

Michela finally walked out of the locker room, only to see Watson standing alone at the door. She obviously did not expect that the situation outside the door would be like this. Her first reaction was to turn her face away, but she had already walked out of the door and could not go back.

"They left me here waiting for you."

Watson stood there, looking at Michela's face unabashedly. The moment he poked his head out the door, the girl's face was already exposed to his eyesight.

She was still the same as in her memory, with a thin and straight nose, slightly narrow red eyes, and slightly upturned red lips. However, there was a black leather mask on the left half of her face. Centered on the eyepiece of her left eye, it covered half of her forehead and cheek respectively.

This can't completely cover up all the scars.

A long, dazzling scar ran from the right corner of her mouth, along her cheek to her jaw joint, almost touching the base of her ear. The originally beautiful face became ferocious because of this. No matter which angle you look at it, it's scary.

But...we all know Watson is not a human being.

"Have you seen enough?"

Michela crossed her arms and walked slowly to Watson.

"If I say..." Watson did not move his gaze at all, and looked directly into Michela's blue eyes: "You are still the same as before, will you feel that I am comforting you? ?”

Seeing that the girl's lips were open and she was about to speak, Watson immediately raised a finger and continued his speech:

"If you're going to use the word 'will,' then my answer is this: I'm not trying to comfort you."

Michela's lips moved a few times and then stopped.

Her eyes were complicated, a little angry, a little disappointed and disbelieving, and there were many meanings that Watson couldn't understand. Neither of them spoke anymore. The girl just stared into Watson's eyes, and the emotions in her eyes gradually calmed down.

"Get in the car and bring your pistol."

After saying these words, Michelle turned her head and turned towards the exit. She walked very quickly, with her hands in her pockets, like a pedestrian walking in the heavy rain with her head down.

By the time Watson, who had finished getting the equipment, approached the car door, Michela's appearance was already a little different. The short and medium-length blond hair that was originally combed on both sides was deliberately spread out, slightly messily covering the small black leather mask. As for the long scar at the corner of the mouth, it was painted with a decorative layer of dark lip gloss.

There are also many people wearing heavy makeup and tattoos in the bar.

If coupled with the dim lighting of the bar, Michela's appearance would most likely be regarded as a punk rock outfit, so it would not appear so out of the ordinary. Seeing Watson coming up, she said nothing and silently started the jeep.

In the dusk sunlight, the jeep drove up the driveway and headed into the thick fog.

Watson thought he might be a little nervous.

He thought of the 'horrible legends' Beltway told him on the helicopter, including the part about the town with coal burning underground. Although he didn't say anything at the time, information about this town had already emerged in his memory from his previous life.

silent Hill.

This is a very magical place.

Those who are chosen will get there in a variety of ways.

The most typical case is that the car radio suddenly loses control and makes noise, distracting you; then something suddenly appears in the middle of the road, forcing you to turn the steering wheel hard, and then the vehicle loses control and you are knocked unconscious. When you wake up Outside the car door is Silent Hill.

What's even more outrageous is that you were eating hot pot and singing, but didn't stop when encountering thick fog, and ended up driving to Silent Hill without stopping.

Obviously you are not in the Federation...

The feeling of déjà vu is very strong now.

No less than when Watson was in Raccoon City, he always felt that rockets would fly out from somewhere and knock down the helicopter. Now he wouldn't be surprised at all if a little girl suddenly appeared in the middle of the road, causing Michela to lose control of the steering wheel.

The jeep was driving leisurely on the road, and Watson's attention was entirely focused on this area, so much so that Michela next to him peeked over from time to time, but he didn't notice it at all.

Neither of them spoke to each other during the entire journey.

But fortunately nothing happened.

Vehicles with fog lights were approaching from the opposite lane one after another. Michelle held the steering wheel firmly. When the jeep drove into the small town where Willy's Bar was located, the streets full of passers-by returning from get off work also made Watson feel relieved. Take a breath.

His aesthetic tendency actually gradually expanded from the games and movies of the "Silent Hill" series (note that it is an expansion, not a distortion). Otakus are creatures whose tastes get weirder the longer they stay at home. After seeing too much normal things and getting tired of them, you will gradually become interested in some rarer things.

I really want to throw Watson into Silent Hill...

It’s hard to say who scared whom.

"Get out of the car."

Michelle's voice brought Watson back to his senses, and it turned out that he was already there. This is a two-story building located in a remote alley, but the scale is quite small. I think most of the people it serves are people in this circle.

"He's coming! He's coming!"

Seeing the two approaching, Beltway shouted in his loud voice: "Welcome to our male magazine model! Oh~ look at this outfit, you will definitely enchant a lot of women tonight!"

These words sounded like they were being spoken to Watson, but they were actually provoking Michela. But Michela ignored him, treating him as if he were nothing. She knows that the best way to deal with a talkative person is to treat him as if he doesn't exist.

"Hey! Macho!"

Seeing that the girl was not fooled, the fat man walked up and put his arm around Watson's shoulders: "When you go in and have your first glass of wine, your mercenary career will officially begin! How do you feel? Do you have any thoughts?"

"You might not believe it."

Watson shrugged his shoulders and glanced at the few skinny girls not far away who were looking at him: "I originally wanted to be a killer."