The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

In the back seat of the bus, Miss Butterfly Knife sneezed. The woman was wearing relatively thin clothes today. After exercising strenuously with Nisha, she didn't wait for her body to collect sweat and dragged Watson out. In the light snow in New York in March, she was probably going to catch a cold now. Looking at his girlfriend's gloomy face, Watson felt a little guilty because he couldn't even use his body temperature to warm her.

As for the fight just now, Watson was completely forgotten.

Michela didn’t say anything, and she didn’t ask herself.

From the time she left the warehouse until she got on the bus, Miss Butterfly Knife didn't speak much. She must have been autistic. Watson put his arm around the woman's shoulders and stayed with her silently, looking at the beautiful snow scene outside the car window. The noisy night in Rio de Janeiro has not yet faded from my memory, but the Big Apple city in front of me seems very quiet, especially the rumble of the engine, which makes people feel sleepy and tired.

There were no passengers on the last bus late at night, and the surroundings were quiet. The driver huddled in a circle of translucent plastic panels and operated the steering wheel, blending into the scene in front of him. Fortunately, the heating in the car was turned on, and Miss Butterfly Knife's breathing rhythm gradually became calmer. Watson stretched his head over and saw the woman's eyes tightly closed, and there was a fresh bruise on the corner of her face.

I wanted to touch her hair, but I was afraid of waking her up.

Nisha really didn’t hold back much later.

This is actually considered good. After all, the vampire princess was holding a knife throughout the whole process, but only some parts of Michelle's body were punched and kicked, and there will be no traces left after being healed. But for Miss Butterfly Knife, this battle was actually a bit self-defeating. In the second half, she was completely crushed one-sidedly, leaving no room for her superb knife skills to be used.

After all, it is still limited by the human body.

Thinking of this, Watson suddenly felt a little resentful of himself. His methods of picking up girls were not as sophisticated as those of the love-loving protagonists in novels. He basically either spent money or paid attention to his reputation, which was far inferior to Tony Stark, the "Big Dog". All this time, I have always allowed Michela to do so many tricks and play so many games, but actually I also wanted to compensate. Because the moment he saw Nisha, with her pretty red lips and hot figure, Watson immediately felt the possessiveness and blasphemy in his heart, which was no different from before.

He felt ashamed of it.

These sinful desires and thoughts never went away; they lurked deep inside Mr. Watson, and Miss Watson only acted out them—ever. With the mask and identity of "Miss Watson", Mr. Watson treats himself as another person without any psychological burden and vents wantonly.

Maybe I really don’t have a split personality...

I just use it as an excuse.

Thinking of this, Watson gently covered his girlfriend with his coat, turned his head and looked at the dim ceiling in the car and sighed. In any case, Michela and Nisha have already met once. Whether it was a strange relationship or a fight, it is all over now, and a torturous and torturous incident has finally come to an end.

Then comes another ordeal.

How will Michela react next?

Watson turned his attention to his girlfriend's side face again. Now Miss Butterfly Knife has fallen into autism due to the shock. It's hard to say when this state will end. Just like an Olympic athlete who performs abnormally during a competition, she may be able to adjust her mentality and compete again next year in perfect condition; or she may have a complete mental breakdown and never get over this failure. In order to avoid the second situation, before the official departure, Watson repeatedly emphasized the gap between humans and vampires to Michela, trying to reduce Miss Butterfly Knife's inner expectations of defeating her opponent as much as possible.

After all, the higher the expectations, the greater the frustration.

...Let’s wait until she wakes up.

At this moment, the phone in his pocket vibrated.

[How about the little wild cat? 】

This is a text message from Nisha.

Pressing his thumb on the keyboard, Watson replied: [Do you really care about her? 】.

After the text message was sent, there was no immediate reply. Watson flipped through the text message records and put the phone back in his pocket. When she left New York, Nisha had saved her phone number in her mobile phone, but the two of them had never spoken to each other or even sent a text message. If Watson hadn't brought Michelle back this time, perhaps this text message box would have continued to be silent.

just like......

It was as if the kiss under the snowy night had never existed.

Nesa's beautiful face suddenly came to mind. If it hadn't been for that last wink and blowing kiss tonight, Watson would have almost thought that the vampire princess wanted to break up with him.

Buzz! The phone vibrated again.

[I have to say, your taste is quite unique]

No, what do you want me to do? Watson looked at it for a long time and could only say, "Get off the car, let's talk later." Within a few minutes, he heard Michela coughing suddenly several times next to him. Watson turned around and reached out to touch, and found that Miss Butterfly Knife's forehead was starting to get hot, so he quickly shook her awake: "Doctor Heinzwafen, Wake up! Do you know you have a fever? Do you want to go to the hospital?"

"Well?"

Michela half-raised her eyelids, obviously not yet awake.

"I said, you have a fever."

"...What's so sexy? That vampire is sexier than me..." Miss Butterfly Knife was dazed. Before she could finish speaking, she felt a kiss on her face. The cold touch finally made her realize gradually. After recovering, she looked at Watson for a few seconds and slowly turned her head away: "It's just a cold and a fever. Which hospital should I go to? I'm a doctor. I have medicine in my bag when I go back to the hotel."

Listening to his girlfriend's hoarse voice, Watson frowned, but still helped Michelle straighten the coat covering her body. Watson is not worried about his girlfriend's medical condition, he is worried about whether the journey will go smoothly. Watson specifically chose public transportation this time. On the one hand, it was to buy time for Miss Butterfly Knife to do ideological work; on the other hand, the police force in New York City was very sufficient, and it was very troublesome for outsiders, especially stowaways, to get a car. It’s easy to get picked on, not as convenient as using public transportation.

The two of them arrived in a hurry and had no time to prepare.

This is also Watson's own fault. In the past, when Miss Watson came to New York, she would fly around like Spider-Man, so how could she bother to drive? The meeting place chosen by the vampire princess was indeed a bit far away. The two of them had just entered New York City and the bus was almost at the terminal. The most troublesome thing was that there were no taxis on this section of the road late at night.

Another option is to call for a taxi.

In the late 90s, calling a taxi by phone was not as convenient as it was in the 21st century. Watson's mobile phone number did not belong to the New York borough, and was not even on the list of U.S. federal civilian communications operators. It was entirely supported by relevant agencies in the mercenary industry. Therefore, if he really wanted to call for a taxi, it would be difficult to call an ordinary taxi, not to mention that this kind of operation was marked as highly dangerous in the instruction manual, and it would be very easy for him to reveal his identity as a mercenary to law enforcement agencies.

laugh--!

The bus slowly stopped at the terminal. Watson helped Michelle get out of the bus and watched the driver drive away. He approached the stop sign, and the last bus to the next section was indeed out of service. Watson put his girlfriend on the waiting bench at the bus booth, looked at the quiet and empty streets around him, and finally decided to take out his mobile phone to try.

At worst, change your number.

"Watson..."

Michela suddenly said: "Can you sit with me?"

"what?"

"I said, can you sit with me?"

The woman was wearing a coat, half of her face was exposed under her messy hair, and her tone and expression were pitiful. Watson could only put away the phone and walked over quickly: "You are not suitable to stay outside now, we should go back as soon as possible. "

"I know." Miss Butterfly Knife hugged her boyfriend's waist: "But I want to sit here for a while."

"...Well, you know I can't warm you."

Watson sighed and sat down.

"No, you can."

Outside the platform, the road was covered with fine snow, with only two freshly made ruts. The snowflakes are still floating quietly, falling on the trees and sticking to the railings, like an eternal picture. The cold wind passed through the thin sweater, but Watson no longer felt cold. He hugged his girlfriend's body tightly and felt the hot temperature from her. Suddenly, a short-haired girl wearing an orange coat appeared on the sidewalk, but her face was blurry.

Just like Faceless Nurse Lisa.

She has no facial features.

A sudden coldness penetrated Watson's heart.

There is light snow all over the sky, pure white with a little pink. Watson blinked hard, trying to get this vision out of his mind, but no matter how many times he moved his eyelids, the girl was still standing on the sidewalk. For some reason, the little white hands tangled together in the front of his pants looked a little sad. Watson no longer blinked, but slowly took a breath of cold air and smiled.

"what happened to you?"

Michela's palm touched her, and the heat quickly infected her face. Watson couldn't help but blinked, and the short-haired girl opposite him suddenly disappeared. He lowered his head, smiled and kissed his girlfriend on the forehead: "I think the snow is beautiful."

"No, you look sad."

"......Yeah?"

"Yes."

Looking into Miss Butterfly Knife's eyes, Watson did not answer, but held her hand: "Do you still want to continue sitting?"

"...Is it because of Nissa?" Michela still looked at her boyfriend.

"It's not because of her." After a long silence, Watson hugged Miss Butterfly Knife's head to his chest and gently stroked her hair: "I was just thinking about what a terrible person you fell in love with. You are so carefree, You are selfish and hesitant, Dr. Heinzwafen, why did you have feelings for me in the first place?"

"It's not because you are beautiful." Michela laughed and answered without any hesitation: "I have never seen someone like you in my whole life. Isn't it the right thing to pay attention to you? And at that time You saved my life too, Mr. Watson, and you've stolen a girl's heart."

"really?"

Watson didn't believe it: "But you didn't look like you liked me at all at that time."

"is my problem."

Miss Butterfly Knife leaned forward for a kiss: "You can't expect an 18-year-old girl who spends her days dissecting corpses and studying bacteria and viruses in medical school to have any love experience, right? And I'm not a normal person. I should have known you were like this. You have such a bully personality, before I leave Heidelberg I should get some powerful aphrodisiacs, then push you to the bed and eat you."

"You're burned out, baby."

Watson picked up Michelle and dragged her out regardless of his girlfriend's babbling laughter.