The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

"What are you reading?"

Michelle was wearing a female butcher suit, but she saw someone in combat uniform squatting beside her, mumbling something, and it sounded like he was counting. Miss Watson frowned and continued to count for a while, then shook her head: "Well, I just fed them in the middle of last month, they should just start to get hungry."

"they?"

"It's that mother and daughter and Lisa, um..." Miss Watson scratched her head guiltily: "They must also need to eat, so I will regularly go to places like the black street to kill a few unlucky ones and send them to Silent Hill to feed them."

"Okay, I understand why they look dangerous." Michelle nodded, loaded the last magazine for herself, and checked her equipment again: "I'm ready, but why did you suddenly change your mind and let me in? Weren't you worried that I would be judged just now?"

"The main reason is that Alesha might have been resurrected..." Miss Watson sighed and took out her pocket watch reluctantly. "I have to find out why. Even if I don't want her to, she will definitely find a way to drag you in. Didn't you see that Wo Wo was tricked even in London... this evil little bastard!"

"uh-huh."

As Michelle watched, Miss Watson closed the bedroom door and pressed the pocket watch against the door panel. Ten seconds later, she turned the door handle. The familiar living room was no longer in front of her, but a church hall made of stone. It was not the first time Miss Watson had seen it, so Michelle found it very novel: "Wow, it's really... unforgettable. I always thought it was just a pocket watch."

"Remember, don't take off your gas mask." Miss Watson reminded her again, then she raised her leg over the door frame and shouted loudly: "Donna——!"

Who is Donna?!

Dr. Heinzwafen frowned.

Soon, she saw a figure wrapped in black clothes and a black headscarf, standing up quickly from among the puppets of all sizes and trotting towards her. However, when she saw herself next to Miss Watson, the woman named Donna suddenly stopped and retreated into her own pile of puppets.

"Hey...what are you afraid of? She won't bite you." Miss Watson walked over, hugging, stroking, and touching her like she was petting a cat, which made Michelle tighten her grip on the knife handle. Fortunately, someone did not continue with any large-scale intimate actions, but dragged Donna over: "This is Donna Benevento."

"I heard."

"She's a biological mutant."

"I'm not surprised."

"I kidnapped her from a Romanian village!"

"...I'm not surprised."

"She's cute, isn't she?"

"...Why don't you take off her headscarf first?" Michelle put her hands on her hips and switched to German. "I don't see how she's cute. She's dressed like a woman at a funeral. Does she have some shameful flaws? Or do you just like this style? How about I wear a gas mask next time?"

"Hey! Don't talk nonsense!" Miss Watson put her hands on her hips and looked at me with a sharp gaze: "I can guarantee that Donna and I didn't do anything! We are just pure sisters!"

Michelle stared at her in silence.

Miss Watson glared back with dignity.

"So you and them also have a pure sisterly relationship?" Dr. Heinzwafen pointed at the faceless nurse Lisa and the Countess's family in the corner.

Miss Watson looked away guiltily.

Dr. Heinzwafen snorted, took two steps closer to look at Donna, and frightened her so much that she shrank back. The two women circled around Miss Watson, and Michelle was the one who lost her temper: "Why is she hiding? She doesn't even dare to say a word. When did you start liking this type of girl? I thought you wanted to conquer Joan of Arc!"

"That's not wrong..." Miss Watson muttered in a low voice, then her face straightened and she tried to ease the atmosphere: "Oh, oh, she's a little girl named Donna, and she doesn't understand English..."

"Why don't you take off your headscarf?" In front of him was a veiled woman, a beautiful mother and daughter in the corner, and a half-dressed nurse who was immoral. In addition, his girlfriend was actually defending him. Michelle was not just jealous today, she was completely furious, and with a swipe of her two swords in her hands: "Don't you have the face to see me?!"

“She-she-she doesn’t know how to fight!” Miss Watson threw away her helmet and put her hands on the blade: “I really didn’t do anything! Except hugging and kissing…”

"Kiss! One! Kiss!"

Michelle, furious, kicked his girlfriend in the abdomen, knocking her and Donna to the ground, and then pounced on them, slashing at Miss Watson's forehead with two daggers. Miss Watson rolled her eyes, made a pretentious "ugh" sound, and fell backwards to the ground in a very dramatic manner.

But she ignored one person.

"ah--!!!!!"

A sharp howl came out of Donna's mouth.

At the same time, all the completed puppets around turned around and waved their limbs to attack Michela. Miss Butterfly Knife saw that something was wrong with these guys, so she immediately stepped back, dodged the blade with a sidestep, and pulled out a Glock pistol and fired.

The 9mm bullet shot through the head of a puppet, but this was not enough to affect the overall scale of the attack. Various puppets rushed forward and surrounded Michelle. At this moment, Miss Watson jumped up, holding Donna's shoulders and shouting: "Stop, stop, stop! Stop!"

"Wow wow wow wow wow --!!!!" Seeing that Miss Watson was fine, the devastated Donna threw herself into her arms and burst into tears. All the puppets in the church stopped moving as if the power was cut off. Michelle aimed her gun for a while and saw that they were indeed motionless. She soon realized what the problem was.

She knocked a few puppets aside and aimed her gun at Donna's head.

But the puppeteer was crying so hard that he didn't react at all.

Seeing the ugly abscess covering half of the opponent's face, Michelle held the gun, and after a while, she suddenly made a "tsk" sound, put away the weapon and walked out. The intense exercise just now made her breathing heavy, and the gas mask on her face had not been worn for a long time. Miss Butterfly Knife suddenly found that she was no longer used to this stuffy feeling.

This made the discomfort all over my body even more intense.

The crying of the girl named Donna Benevento was extremely harsh, and even the female butcher's outfit on her body was like a cage, as if everything around her was encouraging the remaining anger in her heart that had just begun to subside. Michela took two breaths and felt that breathing was becoming more and more difficult. She strode to the exit of the church, pushed open the door, and couldn't wait to take off the gas mask and inhale a breath of slightly burnt air - just as her girlfriend had mentioned before.

Michelle sat down on the steps, but after waiting for several minutes, she did not see Miss Watson follow her.

The woman laughed at herself twice, then stood up and walked downstairs.

There was a dilapidated square in front of her, and it was dead silent all around. She turned her head and looked at the church. The strange-looking cross on the spire looked very strange. However, at this moment, an abrupt air raid alarm sounded, and the gray sky became darker at a speed visible to the naked eye, gradually revealing scarlet, as if something was burning in the depths of the heavy cover, full of ominous omens.

The changes continued, the surfaces of the buildings and dead trees peeled off like flesh and blood, revealing metal skeletons full of rust; part of the ground also revealed its true appearance, below was a burning mine pit like purgatory, with only a flat wire mesh separating it. Michella took a last look at the closed church door, then at the increasingly terrifying street entrance in front of him, lowered his head slightly, and let the ashes fall on his hair.

Clap!

The gas mask rolled down through the gap.

Disappeared in the mine.

The woman stepped forward, recalling what Miss Watson had said in the past, but she really wanted to vent now, especially since her girlfriend said she would protect her, but now she had no intention of leaving the church. Miss Butterfly Knife was ready for battle, but strangely, in the world of Silent Hill, where a large number of monsters should have appeared, there was no trace of any enemy except for the scene changes and air raid alarms.

Another half a minute later, the air raid alarm stopped.

Various low noises began to echo in his ears, as if he was in a huge set of rusty gears, or as if there were a bunch of intercoms and televisions with severely interfered signals next to his ears. In between these noises, there was occasionally a sound similar to that of a clock tower coming from afar, which even made Michella suspicious.

Is Silent Hill that big?

clang--

Another bell rang.

It was getting darker and darker, so she had to change her weapons, put on a pistol and a tactical flashlight and continued to move forward. But before she had gone far, Michelle noticed that the road under her feet had changed at some point, becoming a stone brick road covered with weeds, and the width was much narrower than before.

As if the lights had finally been turned on, the scene in the distance gradually became clearer. Although it was still shrouded in darkness, the woman could already make out its general outlines. But the moment she saw the house, Michelle froze, standing still like a doll.

How could she not recognize that mansion?

This must be an illusion.

The woman thought to herself, and slammed the front corner of the tactical flashlight into her palm. The pain was so real. Michelle turned around and looked back. Where could she see any trace of the church? She had only walked less than a hundred meters. The square, street corner and church she had just passed by had all disappeared, and only the most familiar flowers in her memory surrounded her.

This is Heidelberg.

This was her former home.

At this moment, there was a loud bang beside her ears, and the whole ground shook violently. Michelle almost lost her balance, and tried to adjust her body, but she felt more and more dizzy. After a few seconds, she had to half-kneel down and tried to support herself with her left hand, and then she felt a soft touch on her palm.

This is certainly not the ground, and the scene in front of me is no longer a brick path, but a familiar face. Michelle was stunned for a few seconds, rolled her eyes, reached out and pushed away Miss Watson who was close to her face, and asked in a dry voice: "...How long have I been asleep?"

"Well, it started when you and Donna were circling around me, but you managed to make it to the church door before you completely lost consciousness." Miss Watson poked her girlfriend's neck with her finger: "Are you feeling uncomfortable? Fever? Irregular heartbeat? I didn't expect that your gas mask couldn't resist Donna's hallucinogenic pollen."

"What pollen?"

Michela still felt dizzy.

Fortunately, the sky was gray and the light was not strong. She propped herself up and sat up, and saw the lakeshore shrouded in thick fog. Miss Watson did not say much, but sat quietly by the side, waiting for Michelle to regain consciousness.

"So...how did you wake me up?" The woman finally felt better: "I remember a sudden noise in my ears and an earthquake...What did you do?"

"She spanked me."

A childish voice came from the right.

Dr. Heinzwafen turned his head and saw a little black-haired girl in a blue elementary school uniform, swinging her legs, sitting on a stone pier and giving him a mischievous smile.