The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

"Paige, this is not your fault."

Howard sat down in front of Carter: "Even if you don't destroy the hive base, Raccoon City will most likely be wiped out. We all know that there is a better solution to this matter, but for those politicians, they only want one The cheapest option.”

At this time, Howard Sr., who had sorted out his thoughts, had completely calmed down: "And there are many ways to silence those survivors. I think you know this very well. No matter what, this will not affect the circle. Those old immortals, at worst, they will temporarily replace the 'Owner of the White House'."

"yes......"

Old Mrs. Carter stroked the wrinkles on the back of her hands. She seemed a little older now: "There is always a scapegoat."

A few minutes later, Howard Sr. stood in front of the door and said goodbye to Carter.

The old lady came in a hurry and left in a hurry. After waiting for the official notification from the Council, she will leave SHIELD completely and return to her hometown of England, the old Carter family manor, to enjoy her old age.

Howard knows.

Carter originally wanted to stay in the Federation forever, in Steve's home country. During her decades in the Federation, she had purchased a retirement residence, but the old lady finally realized that not only did the country no longer need her, but it had even begun to exclude her.

Although I understand the motivations of those powerful people, the old lady is really heartbroken that the motherland that her former lover defended has turned into this. So she finally decided to leave here, taking all her direct relatives with her.

And more importantly...

Paige entrusted Steve, who was still sleeping, to Howard.

According to the old lady, if there is anyone in this world who can get the Federation back on track, then maybe Captain America is one of the few. If even he can't do it, then this country may be like this.

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It's 6 o'clock sharp in the morning.

Watson has maintained this form for several hours. During this period, he did several sets of fighting exercises and even tried jumping back and forth on the wall in a small room, just to test the stability of this form under high-load exercise.

Of course, the strange buffering ability of the black light virus makes the movement of any object that Watson comes into contact with become very small.

The beautiful face with ambiguous gender in the mirror has not changed much. What has changed is that the entire body has completely transformed into a curvy female figure. Everything that should be there is there, but everything that shouldn't be there is gone. This feeling is still very strange.

Mainly because the tactile feedback is weird.

The Blacklight Virus has literally reshaped the entire body and has been able to transform into a basic female form. However, this does not mean that the fine nerves of the normal human body have also grown. As we all know, the tactile feedback from different parts of the human body is different.

But Watson's body didn't.

For example, when Watson reached out to touch his belly, he didn't really touch his belly, but the black light virus tissue that made up the "belly" part. This kind of tactile feedback is fashionable and obvious enough when Watson uses the original form of the body, but this is not the case at all in the female form. The tactile feedback from almost all parts of the body is similar.

Maybe they still need to continue to grow.

Watson looked at himself in the mirror and exhaled. The skin all over his body decomposed into tiny branches and squirmed back to its original appearance. No matter what, he still needs to wear clothes when he goes out, and the black light virus on his body has not yet reached the level that can simulate clothing in the game.

Turning the handle gently, the scene outside the door was completely white——

It's all thick fog.

I’m not really in Silent Hill, am I?

Watson really doesn't want to encounter the magical creatures in Silent Hill that are derived from the power of demons. Bullets and swords are no more effective against them than zombies; and Watson himself doesn't know magic. Should he try to use the black light virus to attack them? Infect those monsters?

Who knows if it has any effect.

After experiencing the Raccoon City incident, Watson was not sure whether the legendary Silent Hill was from the game version or the movie version. If it's a combination of the two...then I'd better stay away. I probably won't die, but I'm afraid I'll be trapped inside and never get out.

After seeing the smoking hotel owner at the end of the corridor, Watson couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

It seems that he has not traveled through the past.

But the fog was too thick.

"Good morning, kid." When Watson came over on his own initiative, the hotel owner with a pipe in his mouth greeted him warmly. He was even willing to buy a cup of coffee for free, although Watson felt that it was because of his face.

"No thank you, I want to ask you something."

"Okay, just say it."

"Do you know Silent Hill?"

When the word 'Silent Hill' came out of Watson's mouth, the pot-bellied hotel owner fell silent. The wooden pipe in his mouth bounced a few times and was grasped in the palm of his thick wrinkled fingers:

"It was some talkative local who told you, right?"

Seeing Watson nod slightly to acknowledge, the old man took a puff of cigarette, coughed twice and continued: "That place is only 2 hours' drive from here, just follow the road signs. However, ordinary people can only go to Silent Hill See the ruins of the town..."

The lights in the hotel suddenly dimmed a lot at this time.

"Only those who are destined will enter the real Silent Hill. That place is like the end of the world, with ashes falling all over the sky, and monsters growing out of the dark side of your heart. They will come to you one by one! "

"Wait!" Watson raised his hand to interrupt the enthusiastic hotel owner: "Have you ever been in?"

"of course not!"

The old man laughed heartily: "I heard it too, but in fact it's all false! I made it up to scare you outsiders! The coal mines under Silent Hill have indeed been burning for decades. Go and take a breath of the air there. I won’t go if it costs me my life!”

"..."

The fat innkeeper leaned back in his chair and began to smoke his old pipe again. But from Watson's perspective, a small piece of ceiling behind and above the old man's head was rotting away at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The peeling fragments looked like flesh.

This strange scene happened at the moment when the lights dimmed. When Watson wanted to take a closer look, the ceiling had quickly returned to its original state. He actually had a ridiculous illusion, as if the living old man in front of him was a dummy.

But Watson said nothing and turned towards Michela's room.

The girl lives on the third floor. When you go up here, you will pass by Luper's room first. After entering the third floor, Watson gradually heard a woman's breathing from behind the door. It seemed that even in the early morning, it did not affect the wolf mother's interest in having fun.

Yes, she and Si Yan share a room.

But it seems that Luper has a daughter...

Watson recalled the experience of the Wolf Mother, a poor woman. Ever since her alcoholic husband tried to hurt her daughter and was accidentally killed by Luper, who was eager to protect her daughter, she may have been completely disappointed in men.

Although the military court issued a not guilty verdict, the single mother finally chose to retire and join the mercenary industry of war dogs. Perhaps in Luper's heart, this move also contains a sense of self-exile.

Without disturbing them, Watson continued to move forward.

The fog in the empty corridor became thicker and thicker, as if I was in a dream. Michela should still be resting at this point, but the strange scene he saw downstairs just now made Watson decide to come up to confirm whether the other party was okay.

"Bertha, it's me, Watson."

I knocked on the door several times according to the rhythm and code given by the girl, but there was no response.

Any mercenary with some experience would not sleep like this in a strange environment like a motel. Watson knocked on the door a few more times, and finally decided to open the door and go in. All the hotel room doors were the same, so it was not difficult to do so.

He gently inserted his palm into the crack of the door, as if he were putting his hand inside. Watson's four fingers have turned into several tentacles, extending towards the door lock on the back. After a few fiddles, the door was opened.

Michela lay on the sofa and closed her eyes tightly.

It seems that there is no need to explain the explanation of 'what those tentacles were just now'. Watson shook his head, walked into the room and closed the door. At the same time, he loosened an explosive ring hanging on the door handle.

At this time, the girl's face was covered with a respirator mask, which looked very similar to the kind commonly seen in hospital intensive care units. The mask pipe is connected to a small jar on the ground, and the rough black tape on the surface of the jar indicates that it is a homemade item.

And her tightly closed eyes were constantly shedding tears.

Nightmare?

In fact, Watson gradually began to suspect that the girl in front of him who was deep in the dream was probably the cause of the abnormality he saw. He speculated like this based on his understanding of Silent Hill. Who is most likely to be 'chosen' to enter Silent Hill?

The answer is people who suffer greatly and have deep hatred.

Those ordinary people who have happy childhoods, prosperous lives and happy families basically have no chance of Silent Hill. The vast majority of people in this world are ordinary people, who have not experienced painful trauma, and do not harbor overwhelming hatred.

But Michela is obviously not.

People who choose to become wild dogs of war have more or less difficult pasts, and the dark side in these people's hearts is obviously much deeper than that of ordinary people. So when they approach Silent Hill on a physical level, it triggers a response from that place.

As the easternmost state in the Union, Maine has long been an important base for people from all walks of life, including mercenaries, to enter and exit, and even for smuggling, so this may be part of the reason for the dense fog.

But Watson now needs to wake up Michela.

When a chosen person enters Silent Hill, he must face his own heart, accept everything he has encountered in the past, and overcome his own mental barriers before he can leave safely. Combined with Watson's observation of the girl along the way, he felt that the other party should not be able to do it now.

"Hey, wake up!"

He reached out to pat Michela's face, but this action seemed to make the girl's nightmare worse. Her breathing suddenly became rapid, and her whole body began to tremble as if she was possessed by an evil spirit.

Watson directly took off the respirator mask from the girl's mouth. He had to suspect that the jar on the ground contained hypnotic ingredients. Michela continued to open her mouth and gasp, but there was still no sign of waking up.

About tens of seconds passed.

Under Watson's constant calling, she suddenly opened her eyes.

The half-opened eyelids trembled slightly, and a pair of unfocused pupils stared at the ceiling. As the girl moved, the hair that originally covered most of her face fell down, revealing a large burn mark on her left face.

Watson frowned.

As the host of the black light virus, Watson's heart actually doesn't beat, and he doesn't even need this organ. Therefore, the black light virus only simulates the appearance of a heart, and has no intention of adding the meaningless function of "24-hour beating" that wastes energy.

But at this moment, Watson's chest seemed to twitch.

"Are you ok?"

Seeing the girl's confused eyes looking at him, Watson tentatively asked. It takes time for people to wake up from deep sleep. In Watson's view, Michela is still in a state of not waking up.

"Finally...you're here again..."

Watson was a little confused when he saw a slight smile on the other side's lips.

What do you mean I'm here again?

Do you mean that I was in your dream...

At this second, all the subconscious thoughts in Watson's mind were forced to interrupt and completely stagnated. The person who caused this situation was Michela. The girl put her arms around Watson's neck, and then...

Two hot lips touched.