The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

Well, the Riddler is wrong.

How could it be so easy to figure out the mind of a woman who is hundreds of years old?

"Alright little guy, it's okay, come here."

Watson squatted at the bathroom door and waved to the little black cat huddled in the corner: "Why don't you take a bath with me?"

It took me more than ten minutes of coaxing before he dared to come over.

When Watson turned on the shower, the little black cat was still squatting at the door with its eyes wide open, making him feel a little embarrassed to close the door. This is the bad thing about pets. They don't have any idea of ​​respecting privacy, especially cats. They will come to you if they want to, and ignore you if they don't want to.

It turns out that even Gotham's kitties don't like baths.

After washing his body, Watson walked into the bedroom and opened the full and locked wardrobe. It was a bit difficult to explain, because the clothes in this large wardrobe were actually for "indoor use", and the casual clothes for traveling were piled in other small cabinets. Watson did this completely out of combat needs. After all, he couldn't take home the clothes that were seen worn at the battle scene. Most of the clothes were thrown away after being worn, so most of them were not too expensive.

Cheap goods also have their advantages. They can be thrown around anywhere and their roughness is highlighted.

This is it.

In the mirror, Miss Watson was wearing an orange striped pizza delivery top. Perhaps even the owner of the black market clothing store did not expect that this kind of clothing, which was used by mercenaries as a disguise for urban operations, was actually used in a couple's game.

Since this is a couple's game, the lower body absolutely cannot be kept in order. Michelle took off her original trousers and specially made a short skirt of the same style, and added two pairs of slightly transparent over-the-knee stockings - when it comes to packaging her boyfriend, she has always maintained a very high enthusiasm.

Watson was used to it anyway.

Although both socks were above the knee, they were of different lengths at the thigh. After putting on the whole outfit, Miss Watson felt that she looked more like a model hired by the pizza restaurant to do promotional activities than a pizza delivery girl.

But this skirt is really too short...

Do you really want to wear it out?

After much deliberation, Miss Watson picked out a brown, thin, slim-fitting long coat that barely covered the hem of her skirt by a few centimeters, revealing only a ring of white thigh flesh above her socks. But this combination made her legs look even longer, especially since the stockings were made of polyester, which reflected light. Needless to say, it would attract a lot of attention.

"Forget it, that's all." Miss Watson put on a mask, picked up the little black cat and rubbed its head: "You stay at home and play by yourself. I only put so much cat food and water, otherwise you will definitely have a belly."

"Meow?"

The little black cat felt very strange. The touch of his owner's chest was hard, completely different from before!

"Okay, see you during the day."

The levitation cloak turned into an armband on one side of her arm, and Miss Watson put her hands on her hips, looking at the bicycle hanging on the wall - as the saying goes, you have to stand up again where you fell. Miss Jessica bought another bicycle some time ago, but of course this time she didn't plan to keep it outside.

Due to her busy schedule, she had never ridden the bike much since she bought it. It was now four in the morning, and Miss Watson decided to take a midnight ride all the way to Michelle's apartment. She jumped downstairs carrying the bike. It was rare that there was no rain tonight, and the silent King's Avenue was quiet, with only the light and shadow of the street lamps and leaves swaying slightly.

It's a good time for racing!

Touching her helmet, Miss Watson stepped on the pedal, and the single wheel of the racing bike lifted up. When the front wheel landed, the speed had reached the third gear. The tentacles stretched out from under her skirt and pressed the button of the cassette player at her waist, and a melodious piano music came into her ears.

But what is completely different from this rhythm is that the bicycle can reach a speed of 60km per hour.

Still continuing to rise.

Urban roads are not designed for high-speed driving, so when encountering a turn, the driver has to slow down sufficiently. However, the buffering capacity of the black light body gave Miss Watson the capital to cheat. The bicycle weighing several kilograms is very easy to control, and the buffering capacity allows her to easily pass the turn.

As for the short skirt...it has tentacles as a steel frame to hold it in place, so this amount of wind pressure can't blow it up at all.

When they rushed to Michelle's residence, more than an hour had passed. If she hadn't been worried about damaging her bicycle, Miss Watson would have wanted to go faster. She didn't plan to go in immediately, but slipped into a nearby restaurant that they occasionally visited, counting the opening hours and squatting for a few breakfasts.

bang bang bang!

Miss Watson took off her mask and coat and knocked on the door: "Hello! Takeout!"

Of course Michela wouldn't agree.

If nothing else, she had her gun drawn.

The morning sun shone into the front yard, sprinkling on the warm tires that had been running for dozens of kilometers. Miss Watson waited patiently, and when she calculated that the time was about right, she made a face towards the hidden mirror on the side of the door frame. Another half a minute later, the front door was suddenly torn open by a brute force, and Michelle rushed out quickly, hugging Miss Watson tightly.

"Your takeaway..." Miss Watson wanted to speak again, but was blocked by the hot lips stained with tears. The woman was obviously not satisfied with this. She used her arms to move the body in her arms into the house.

"No! My bike is still outside!" Miss Watson was so anxious that she turned back to her male voice: "If it gets stolen again..."

"I'll pay for it if it's lost!"

The door was closed directly, and the lonely bicycle was left alone in the front yard, letting the sunlight gradually move to the top of the head. If it had self-awareness, it would probably blame its careless owner, but it would more likely wish that it had no ears and could not hear the movement in the house.

"You have to tear up a set every time. Are you happy?"

Watson looked at the tattered clothes on the carpet with a helpless look on his face. He walked to the closet to take out his men's clothes: "I told you to have breakfast first. Now it's ready. I can have it as lunch."

"You were so sexy just now..." Michelle, with disheveled hair, collapsed on the sofa, her skin covered with red marks of all sizes, and her voice was extremely hoarse: "Do you feel sorry for these clothes? We can buy dozens more. I just love the feeling of tearing them open..."

"Drink water."

Watson handed over the cup expressionlessly.

"Slurp...cough cough cough!!!"

The woman took a small sip and choked.

"Your self-destructive tendencies have completely shifted to certain areas. Fortunately, I stopped just now, otherwise you would have to stay in the hospital." Watson shook his head and stood up to deal with the cold breakfast, but was held back by a pair of hands: "No, I want you to stay here with me..."

"Are you sure you're not hungry?"

"Ahem, I'm not hungry."

goo—

"You are hungry."

"Not hungry!"

"Okay, okay, you're not hungry."

"Hehe... I'm just kidding, I'm hungry..."

While listening to his girlfriend's hoarse teasing and preparing lunch, Watson suddenly felt that his life was back on track. This made him unable to help but blame the Ancient One again, although according to the other party's description, he occasionally fell asleep before, and it would become more and more frequent in the future until a conflict between personalities occurred.

To put it simply, the black light body constantly devours new consciousnesses. The more times it does this in a short period of time, the more likely it is to cause overdose, which in turn affects several major personalities. The Ancient One's solution is to directly extract Mr. Watson and temporarily keep him out of body, allowing Miss Watson to take the main position.

As a personality that has endured the impact of thousands of consciousnesses and memories in the fungal roots, although Miss Watson has gone crazy as a result, she has also formed a corresponding tolerance mechanism - just like a human body that has been attacked by a virus, it can form targeted antibodies to avoid the same type of damage next time.

This means that Mr Watson has to leave his body regularly.

However, doing so means that he must use the Soul Hourglass many times. Who knows if something goes wrong, such as the hourglass being damaged or lost, Mr. Watson may not be able to come back. Unfortunately, the Black Light Body must rely on devouring to evolve. As long as he continues to "eat people", this hidden danger can never be eliminated.

We can only take one step at a time.

Watson wasn't particularly upset about this, because judging from the look on Ancient One's face, he clearly had other tricks up his sleeve.

But what does it mean to rely on each other like this every time?

In other words, Ancient One is reliable. If it were Doctor Strange, Stephen Strange, he would charge forward to destroy the world for love and sacrifice himself at any time. Watson is well aware of how much trouble Strange can cause. In the movie, Iron Man Tony Stark only created an out-of-control artificial intelligence. If Doctor Strange caused trouble, it would not be as simple as an Internet ghost.

Don’t think about it anymore, just heat up the food.

Glancing at the sleepy Michelle, Watson turned his attention back to the microwave.

......

A week later, something big happened in the British music scene.

A female singer named Britney Spears released a single, "Baby One More Time", which topped the pop music charts in many countries around the world. By the end of the first week of release, the song had sold a terrifying 46.3 copies in the UK, ruthlessly slaughtering all the works of other singers of the same period.

It was as if people were singing "I'm a big, big girl" the day before, and the next morning, the lyrics were changed to "Oh baby, baby", with a magical expression and tone. Especially since the song also has a music video, Britney Spears plays a high school girl in the music video, and she is really invincible in youth.

Jessica wasn't jealous about this. After all, all the works in the entire "Jessica Drew" album were plagiarized, so she shouldn't really think of herself as a singer-songwriter.

And Britney's life after becoming famous...

I can only say that it is really difficult when parents hold you back.

Others think differently.

In particular, manager Frey and the bosses of Hot Wave Records have been keeping an eye on the charts and sales every day. The powerful rivals on the other side of the ocean are so formidable that they are seriously considering postponing the release of Jessica's new album until early 1999. Since two of the songs have already entered the radio, some people hope that Jessica, a singer-songwriter, will write some more works to fill out the album lineup.