The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

"So...what did you find?"

Watson stood in the corridor, looking at the much lighter foggy street downstairs, holding the phone.

"I have carefully checked that there is not much difference between the creatures of Silent Hill and the hell kid." The yellow-haired boy's voice came from the other end of the phone: "As long as it is not a particularly high-level type, you can use physical means. Like us."

After a pause, he came to his senses: "Yes, you haven't been to hell, right?"

"...Should I go?"

"As I said, haha, that place is really not fun at all."

With a click, the phone was hung up.

Looking back at the closed door behind him, Watson returned his attention to sorting out the information on the phone call just now. The yellow-haired boy was not the first person to talk to Watson, Uncle Hamill was.

The experienced old mage brought good news to Watson.

During the reconnaissance operation yesterday afternoon, Uncle Hamill did not participate in the operation of the detection circle. He knew very well that this direct and rough method would always trigger a reaction from magical creatures. Sure enough, Silent Hill's defensive consciousness was activated. When it found that the power it sent had been eliminated, it completely cut off all entrances in a move that could be called world-changing.

But the old mage did not stand there in a daze.

He accurately felt the undulating wave of elements in the thick fog, and quietly sent a beam of mana along with its flow. After Silent Hill completely "closed the door" in front of everyone, the magical induction that was still clear in his heart gave Master Hamil a message.

Teleportation spells are still available in the alternate world of Silent Hill.

This eliminated Watson's worst worry.

If it hadn't been for Michela, this damn place shouldn't have been such an important issue. Watson shook his head, put away the phone, walked to the closed door, and gently turned the door handle.

Michela was sitting on the sofa, her face hanging down as she prepared the potion.

Seeing Watson open the door and come in, she paused and continued to stir the glass rod in her hand.

"Do you have to wear this to bed every night?"

Watson sat down in front of the girl and stretched out his hand to weigh the respirator mask: "When I came in this morning and saw your look, I almost thought I was in the intensive care unit of the hospital."

"I'm not far from a seriously ill patient."

Michela reached for the respirator, put a black rubber tube on it, and connected it to the homemade jar on the table. After making these settings, the girl lay down on the sofa and turned to look at Watson.

There was silence.

"How about...I'd better go out?"

Watson looked at Michela who was feeling uncomfortable and took the initiative to speak. However, when she came into contact with Watson's gaze, Michela turned her eyes away. She continued to be silent for a while before speaking out:

"No. Help me, turn off the lights."

Snapped!

The light switch was pressed, making a crisp sound, plunging the entire room into darkness. Watson easily returned to his chair with his night vision, facing the window.

Yes, he was going to stay with Michela all night.

A few hours ago, when the two of them came out of the training room, the middle-aged man in charge of guarding the door complained to them about the abnormal weather. According to his description, the clear night sky ten minutes ago turned dark red, and there was even a brief spell of sleet.

Then suddenly it was normal.

Ten minutes ago...

That happened to be the time when Michela was most emotional.

The girl also realized this at the time, and immediately began to withdraw from herself on the way back, even leaving the car to Watson to drive. It wasn't until the wheels stopped on the ground of the motel that Michela took advantage of Watson to turn off the car and said:

"I'm afraid I'll have nightmares tonight."

So the two briefly discussed and reached this strange plan. For Watson, the girl had just experienced a violent emotional breakdown, and it would certainly take time to recover. During this period, she could easily be haunted by Silent Hill in her dreams.

And Master Hamil is already making preparations.

Karma Taj's attack on Silent Hill will be in these two days, so if Michela is tortured by nightmares and runs into Silent Hill unconsciously at this time, it will be great fun.

So it would be best for someone to keep an eye on her during these days.

Besides Watson, Michela has no other suitable candidate. He can't tell Luper or other teammates, "I'll be sleepwalking these days, you have to watch me" or "Silent Hill is actually a ghost town." Such words.

Girls have nothing against this.

In Michela's own words, I no longer have control over my sleep. If no one is watching, then I'd better tie myself up and sleep.

......

The dark room had been quiet for a long time.

Watson could clearly hear the movement, the characteristic exhalation sound of wearing a respirator mask. Based on the frequency that reached his ears, he felt that Michela beside him was not asleep.

After another moment of silence, the girl's voice rang out: "Where were you during the years you left?"

"...I'm stuck."

Watson did not turn his head: "I was trapped in this body and couldn't wake up. I slept for 7 years."

Michelle suddenly fell silent. She never expected that the question she finally mustered up the courage to ask would get such an incredible answer. So much so that for a second, she began to wonder if Watson was perfunctory with her.

"I can explain it to you now." Watson continued: "But I'm worried that this may affect your sleep quality. You should close your eyes and have a good sleep now, if you want, We can talk about this again tomorrow."

The room was quiet again for a while.

"I can not sleep."

Michela took the initiative to speak out, and this time she even took off her breathing mask.

"Ok."

Watson finally turned his head, with only half of his chin exposed in the dim light from the curtains: "I'm touching your fingers now, can you feel it?"

"Okay." Michela was a little confused.

"Can you take a closer look?"

The thing twisting in the palm of the hand was very tough, and the slightly rough feeling reminded the girl of the rubber grip of the dagger and Luper's pile of small toys. But she quickly realized: Watson was sitting several meters away from her. How did he touch her with his hand?

"Let me be clear in advance, this is not what you think."

Watson's voice was calm and there was no emotion in it: "I'm going to turn on the lights soon. Are you ready? To be honest, I'm quite looking forward to your reaction."

Before Michela had time to speak, the room lit up with a "pop". The eyes that were accustomed to darkness were stimulated by the bright light and were closed tightly. When the girl regained her vision, the picture in front of her almost made her roll up from the sofa.

Several blood-red tentacles were wrapped around his arms like vines; another tentacle rolled up the breathing mask on his chest and swayed back and forth mischievously.

The cry almost rushed out of his throat.

Michelle instinctively shook her arms hard, and her brain didn't even have time to think. In the girl's wide eyes, one of Watson's arms in front of her had been completely split and turned into several pieces, which were the roots of those tentacles!

The tentacles retracted.

Watson slowly raised his hand and returned his arm to its original shape under the slightly horrified look of the girl in front of him. He resumed his previous sitting position and looked at Michela who almost jumped up: "You didn't scream. I think I have to thank you."

Seeing that the other party still didn't speak, Watson showed an expression of a successful prank: "Actually, you are the first person who can continue to live after seeing me like this..."

As he said that, he frowned and thought for a moment: "Well, there are actually three other people who have seen it, but they are all old guys now."

"Are you...are you infected?"

Michelle's bare feet stepped on the carpet. She was completely sleepy now after being frightened by Watson.

"Don't you understand yet?"

Watson stood up, and his arms transformed into the terrifying appearance of tentacles again. More than a dozen blood-red tentacles twisted like poisonous snakes, slowly reaching towards the girl in front of them: "This is my injury! Miss Michela!"

This scene is too horrifying.

Michela finally couldn't help it anymore. She took two steps back and crawled to the end of the sofa, shaking her hands vigorously: "Wait! No!"

Just when the girl said these words, the dozen blood-red tentacles in front of her eyes retracted in just a few seconds and returned to Watson's original hands.

"Okay, I'm sorry, I won't tease you anymore."

Watson sat back in his chair, knowing that it would take a while for Michela to digest this information.

Several minutes passed while waiting.

A rhythmic sound came over.

It's Ruper's room next door.

Watson wanted to laugh a little, but held it back. Seeing that Michela's expression had calmed down, he realized that the conversation might be able to continue: "I have to say this is a bit embarrassing. Do Luper and the others often Like this?"

Michela didn't understand Watson's attempt to lighten the mood.

The girl's eyes were still scanning Watson's body: "Is your body... your whole body, all, like this?" Seeing Watson nodding silently, she asked again: "You can control it?" they?"

After receiving an affirmative answer, Michel took a deep breath and covered his mouth with his hand:

"sorry."

You have said sorry enough in the past two days.

"You just reacted the way most people would."

Watson walked up to Michela and knelt down: "And now you know, I'm not as good as I seem on the surface, right? In addition to inexplicable nightmares and Silent Hill, there are many things in this world that are beyond your imagination. things..."

As he approached the girl, he noticed her legs shaking.

"Don't let your past hold you back, Michela."

Watson stared closely at the girl's face: "There are many ways to heal your body, and I will take you to see them slowly. But...you have to have a little more hope for this, okay?" "

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"Did you have fun last night, handsome boy?"

Time flew by and it was morning, and Watson left Michelle, who was sleeping soundly, in the room. When he opened the door, he saw Luper leaning on the corridor smoking a cigarette and saying hello to him.

"I was going to say that things are not what you think." Watson walked up to Luper, and then he realized that the other person's upper body was only covered with a coat: "But you probably won't believe it either."

Luper put the cigarette in his mouth and took a drag. His face, which was a mixture of Celtic and Germanic blood, showed a different kind of softness in the smoke. Watson glanced sideways at the open door, and saw that he was wrapped in quilts and sleeping peacefully inside.

"Bertha is a good girl."

The French mature woman looked at the street below: "Although she rarely talks to us about her true feelings, I can tell. But Bertha's character is a bit too stubborn. She is the typical duplicitous woman... "

"So I have to be patient with her?"

"Pfft hahahaha!!!"

Luper laughed out loud, and it took a while to calm down. This time she no longer had a smiling expression, but looked at Watson seriously: "Do you think we mercenaries, these battlefields?" Wild dog, are you a normal person?”

She raised a finger and waved it at Watson: "We people may die on the battlefield one day, so we are not like those office white-collar workers who need you to give a rose or go to the movies. Hold hands slowly again..."

"Bertha likes you."

A smirk appeared on the French mature woman's lips: "I have been observing for a long time that night, so you must be strong to the end. You go in now, kiss the girl directly on the mouth, and then say to her, 'Baby I love you,' Bertha If I don’t stab you with a knife, then this will happen!”

"stop!"

Watson raised a palm and interrupted Luper, who was getting more and more excited: "I have to go! Let's talk next time!"

......

More than two hours later, on the outer highway of Silent Hill.

Watson, carrying two T-shaped swords on his back, was walking quickly in the thick fog, and finally saw the famous town sign:

"WELCOME TO SILENT HILL"

(Welcome to Silent Hill)

After passing the sign and continuing for a while, Watson stepped next to the edge of the fast food restaurant. The dilapidated streets in front of him were deserted. In this silent place that was probably conscious, even the monsters seemed not to want to be sent out to greet the guests.

With a map of Silent Hill in hand, Watson started walking along the sidewalk.

He was going to the church in the center of town.

It is a gathering place for cultists and a place where they have secretly performed various sacrificial rituals for hundreds of years. Watson's plan is simple and straightforward, that is, to kill this group of cultists, and then use positioning spells to summon the magicians of Kama Taj to expel the will of the fallen angel Samael from the town.

Not long after walking, Watson stopped.

He saw a little girl in blue standing on the sidewalk in front of him.