The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

December 12, Heidelberg, Baden-Württemberg, Germany.

A jeep pulls into Heidelberg.

There were only two weeks to Christmas Eve, and shops on both sides of the road had hung up colorful strips and lights, creating a warm and peaceful festive atmosphere. Watson didn't care about the scene at all, he just occasionally glanced at his girlfriend who was half-squinting in the passenger seat. Michella had been silent since approaching Heidelberg. As for the question "Are you okay?", Watson had asked her four times along the way, so it was better not to disturb her at the moment.

As the surrounding scenery changed, the spire of the Holy Spirit Cathedral appeared in the distance outside the car window. Michelle finally reacted. She looked at the church spire for a while, then lowered her face again.

"Isn't it a right turn ahead?"

Watson had to speak up.

"Yeah." The woman looked at the narrow brick road ahead and said, "This place has changed a lot."

"Yes, but I'm afraid I really need you to take some time to guide me. After all, I can hardly remember the fragments of my life in this city." Watson turned the steering wheel, and by the way, he paid attention to whether there was any abnormality in the spider sense, and turned the jeep right at the intersection: "There are too many people..."

"Nearly one-fifth of the population of Heidelberg are students, so it's normal for them to like running around the streets. When I was in school, I would occasionally go out with my friends. I don't know if it's still the case now..." Michela lost her voice as she spoke, probably because she was thinking of her past and returned to her depressed state.

"Do you have any friends?"

"Alf, that little reporter, do you remember?"

"Ah... I remember now. You and her were trapped in a large factory shed by gangsters. I happened to see you, so I jumped in to save you." Watson was of course deliberately guiding the topic, pretending to be reminiscing. "That should be the first time we officially met."

"I should have kissed you then, as a hero's thank you."

Michella said, leaning over to kiss her boyfriend on the cheek, "Now I make up for it."

"Would you mind adding another one?"

Seeing his girlfriend's mood improve, Watson didn't intend to miss the opportunity: "By the way, say thank you again?"

"I do want to say thank you, but this is for your concern for me today." The woman hung her entire upper body on her boyfriend. She knew that with Watson's level, this interference would not affect his normal driving. "I will be fine, don't worry, I am no longer the little girl I was back then."

"Well, Dr. Heinzwafen, it's my pleasure."

The jeep drove out of the city and headed towards Mori Manor in the suburbs.

Watson was relatively familiar with this area, including the road surrounded by maple trees. The Mori Manor in the distance gradually drew closer, and the outline of the house was almost invisible. The flower beds and bushes that should have been carefully trimmed grew into a patchwork, and as he went deeper, the branches and leaves of the trees almost blocked out the entire sky.

Many birds were startled by the sound of the vehicle engine and moved flexibly among the branches and leaves. Wild cats occasionally appeared in the bushes. At the end of the road in front of him, there was a dilapidated rusty iron fence gate, and the bottom was also covered with dry leaves. For some reason, Watson always felt that this scene was a bit like the house that the protagonist Ethan Winters of "Resident Evil 7" entered when he ran to find his wife Mia, and there were also his "father-in-law" family and infected monsters squatting inside.

"I'll see if I can open it."

After stopping the car, he touched the pistol on his waist, opened the door and walked forward.

The door was rusty and the lock was rusty too.

Watson had no choice but to violently break the lock, drag the creaking gate, drive the jeep into the manor, and scare away a bunch of birds nesting on the eaves.

"finally......"

Michelle got out of the car, looked at the main entrance, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"We acted out our breakup here that year and you slapped me twice. Do you remember?" Watson put his hands on his hips and looked towards the dirty front door. Unexpectedly, he was suddenly slapped on the butt by his girlfriend. Dr. Heinzwafen gave him a look and walked out on his own.

But just as he approached the door, the woman suddenly made a gesture, and Watson immediately took out the hood from his pocket and put it on, holding the Glock at his waist in his hand. He first turned back to cover the front and rear license plates of the jeep, then stood beside the gate, paying attention to the spider sense while holding the gun and pushing the door open.

Compared to outside the house, the traces inside the room are very obvious.

Traces of life.

The floor was covered with shoe prints. Walking further in, the living room had obviously been moved recently. Although the walls were still dirty, the overgrown plants had been cleaned up. A faint smell of alcohol wafted over. Watson lowered his head and saw a pile of empty bottles hidden under the sofa.

Who did it?

After exchanging a glance with Michelle, he avoided the scattered empty cans and turned his gaze to the second floor: "Although I don't want to evoke your memories, but now that we are all here, do you remember what the situation was in the manor when you left?"

"Only my grandmother and a few servants."

Miss Butterfly Knife raised her gun and aimed at the corridor on the second floor. Knowing that her boyfriend had extraordinary hearing, she lowered her voice very low: "My grandmother died of illness. I don't know who she left the estate to... Although according to the inheritance law, I should be the heir, but I was already listed as a suspect by the police at that time."

After a pause, she continued, "When I returned to Heidelberg, I learned that the police secretly searched the Mori Manor after my grandmother died, but my grandmother must have destroyed some of my personal belongings before she died, such as the mask, but there is no guarantee that they were all covered up... I'm not sure what the police's attitude towards me is now. I was not in the mood to pursue this issue at the time. I thought I would not come again."

Watson looked at Michela. His girlfriend's face was turned sideways. Her eyes that were not covered by the hood drooped, but she immediately raised them again: "As for those servants, it is possible... Let's go up."

"Okay, let me go first."

After saying that, Watson jumped from the spot and leaped directly onto the corridor on the second floor.

"Safety."

There was a creaking of wood, and Michelle followed up: "Did you find anything?"

"No." Watson knew his girlfriend was asking him if he heard a heartbeat. "It sounds like there's not even a mouse up there. Maybe if we stay here for two days, we can figure out these guests? I saw some beds in the bedrooms are still in use. Uh... You may not want to hear this, but I found some unpacked family planning products on the carpet..."

"......No."

Michela shook her head. "The manor is not far from Heidelberg University. It may be students who secretly held a party on the weekend. Let them be. This is no longer my home."

Watson wanted to say something, but the woman had already turned and left.

She still lowered her head, as if she didn't want to look at the surroundings. Even with a gun in her hand, she couldn't even maintain the most basic alert posture. Michelle obviously didn't care as much as she said, but Watson knew his girlfriend's character, so it was best not to expose her at this time.

"Oh yeah..."

When she reached the stairs, the woman suddenly stopped and took a deep breath: "Let's go back to my room. I forgot something. Maybe that thing is still hidden."

"What are you talking about?" Watson pretended not to hear the other party's slightly distorted voice: "Do you want to take away any souvenirs?"

"I mean the princess military uniform you wore back then."

A few minutes later, Michelle walked out of the front door carrying a small dusty box, followed by Watson, holding a small stool for the coffee table. Miss Butterfly Knife was in a better mood now. She laughed at her boyfriend's strange habit of choosing souvenirs and talked about the series of events caused by the military uniform princess in Heidelberg.

Michela did not even glance at the rearview mirror until the jeep drove out of the manor gate. His eyes were fixed on the road ahead. Time was tight. They had to rush to the city cemetery on the other side of the Neckar River before the sun set. The Heinzwafen family owned a small burial plot there.

The road fell silent again.

Michela opened the box and sorted the items inside.

In addition to the military uniform princess suit, the two M1911 pistols specially made by Howard Stark were also disassembled into parts and placed in it, in addition to a notebook. As for what was in the notebook... Watson thought he should not ask for the time being, as his girlfriend's expression was just a little bit away from tears.

It was only in front of herself that she was willing to take off her disguise.

Soon, the jeep drove all the way into the cemetery parking lot.

Miss Butterfly Knife left the suitcase in the car, and Watson came down with a small stool and two bottles of water, and followed his girlfriend closely.

This cemetery is very large. In comparison, the cemetery in Silent Hill a while ago looks like a wilderness. The light of the setting sun covers the sky, sprinkles on the quaint stone brick road under my feet, and also stretches the shadow of my girlfriend in front of me.

Watson stared at this scene, and suddenly a girl in a beautiful dress appeared in front of him. She turned her face towards him in the breeze, with an elegant and flying look, and then calmed down. Scars gradually climbed up her face and quickly overlapped with this face. She said to herself:

"Why did you bring a stool?"

"What?" Watson came to his senses and saw his girlfriend in front of him turning her head and looking at him.

"I said, why do you bring a stool?"

"You'll know in a moment." Seeing that Michelle finally spoke, Watson quickened his pace and approached her: "So do you still remember the way? How far do we have to go?"

"This is it."

Michela pointed to the gate on the left.

The Heinzwafen family was quite famous in Heidelberg because the death of its members would be reported in newspapers. Although they later experienced the scandal of "the heir was suspected of being involved in a serious case and disappeared from home", and there were even rumors that the house was left unattended after the death, the government would not dig up the family cemetery.

The two quickly found the tombstone.

Marina Heinzwafen, 1943-1993.

Euphemia Heinzwafen, 1921-1993.

The woman was as still as a statue. Watson gently put down the stool and stood beside her. The evening sun shone on the tombstone, decorating the bunches of dried flowers in front of the tombstone. Watson slowly stretched out his hand and just touched his girlfriend's shoulder, Michelle suddenly turned around and threw herself into his arms.

"...Don't leave me..."

Hearing the voice of someone crying, Watson embraced the trembling body in his arms in the warm sunset, "I'm here. I'm not going anywhere."