The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

The streets of London were very lively on Christmas Eve, especially at 10:10 am. In addition to the men and women who had already arranged their own private spaces, many children dragged their families to the roadside. Jessica sat alone on the top floor of Big Ben, quietly looking at the brightly lit city below, with a dozen bottles of Corona beer beside her.

After returning to London, Miss Watson took some time to visit Angela, a little girl, and went to see Mr. Hamill to pick up the Christmas gifts that had been ordered. Compared to Kamar-Taj, the atmosphere of the London Temple became much warmer because of the presence of this child. However, Miss Watson was still thinking about the time traveler No. 2, so she didn't stay for too long. After leaving, she turned into Spider-Woman and climbed up Big Ben.

At least it's quiet here after midnight, right?

The helmet was placed aside, the light reflected in the eyepiece, and it looked very silent.

After being in a daze for a while, she took out the TVA badge again.

This thing was picked up by the Ancient One and thrown at the bottom of the river by Adam Davidson. This is obviously a strange move and may mean that Adam wants to leave his identity as a TVA member - if this is the case, then he should perhaps be defined as a TVA defector.

Considering that he traveled here in 1996, practiced for two and a half years, and then became a global star, one cannot help but be suspicious. Adam Davidson's travel was probably not an accident. He had a clear purpose, clear thinking, and decisive methods. He was aiming for the status of a big star, and he also decisively plagiarized the entertainment works of another world.

Speaking of the "007" series, Miss Watson also had more speculations. As far as a normal person's memory is concerned, it is obviously impossible to remember the specific contents of more than a dozen 007 novels. However, it is much easier to remember the plots of several popular "007" movies.

Otherwise, why didn't Adam Davidson plagiarize the novel as well?

Relatively speaking, it was easier for Ms. Drew to plagiarize songs, not to mention that she was indeed a superb singer. This might be the reason why Adam Davidson did not choose to be a singer - maybe TVA did not give people the benefit of a good voice? But in any case, the key point was to rush to the Balkan Peninsula as Mrs. Viper to take over the assets left by Otto Wilmitz as soon as possible. The big star Adam had to be put aside for a while, because he would not be too difficult to find anyway.

After clearing her mind, Jessica decided to go home.

Why are you torturing yourself here instead of just enjoying Christmas Eve?

It’s not my fault!

Jingle Bell--

The door of a roadside clothing store was pushed open, and inside was full of people. Then the cold wind blew in, and the originally noisy crowd was gradually silenced, and only the speakers were still faithfully playing songs. A woman in a black tights stood at the door, and the light white spider pattern on her chest was very eye-catching - but what was more eye-catching was the woman's tall figure and enchanting curves. At least most of the attention was focused on her chest and waist and hips.

Those bright red lips also attracted a lot of attention.

"Happy Christmas Eve, ladies and gentlemen."

Jessica said hello and walked straight to the Christmas-themed clothing area. She originally wanted to go home directly, but she received two text messages on her phone early on, and the strong will in the text messages could no longer be disobeyed.

"You're... Spider-Woman?"

"Oh God! Spider-Woman?"

"Hey! Where have you been lately? I haven't seen you on TV!"

The next second, the surrounding area exploded.

"Excuse me, please move aside~~~~" Spider-Woman pushed through the crowd and picked up a red Christmas skirt to try it on. Seeing her down-to-earth appearance, the guests, who were already in high spirits because of the festival, didn't care and came forward curiously. Of course, given the extremely obvious discrimination since Spider-Woman debuted, the men didn't dare to get too close, and were dispersed by the large group of women after a moment of hesitation.

Ms. Drew didn't intend to waste time. After picking out her clothes and a few pairs of stockings, she jumped up on the spot amid exclamations and performed a ceiling-hanging walk for everyone. The originally crowded crowd could no longer form an obstacle, allowing Jessica to walk leisurely to the cashier. She even had the mood to stretch out her arms and high-five many customers who were so excited that they waved their hands.

Of course, just give a perfunctory answer to the questions.

It’s a pity that there was a long line at the checkout counter. If I really stood at the end, the police would probably come in by the time I paid.

"Hey, excuse me, I'm in a hurry, sir."

The cashier was a young man, who was a little overwhelmed by Spider-Woman hanging upside down from the ceiling. Jessica simply stuffed a wad of British pounds into his pocket and said, "No need for change. If your boss catches you and says you didn't enter the code, just say I stole it."

"Okay, okay..."

The cashier took the money stupidly and watched Spider-Woman crawl out the door.

"Hey! Spider-Woman!"

"It's really her! Oh my God! It's really her!"

There were also a lot of people outside. Today was already very lively. When people heard that Spider-Woman had appeared, the store was immediately packed. Fortunately, no one could disturb Jessica on the ceiling. She walked up the outer wall of the second floor in the noise, her body parallel to the ground, but as relaxed as taking a walk.

Click!

Seeing that the view was clear, someone finally seized the opportunity and pressed the shutter of the camera.

I guess I'll be in the newspaper again tomorrow.

Jessica didn't care whether the person taking the photo was a tourist or a reporter, she left the area quickly and headed towards the King's Avenue in the Hammerforge. This time she didn't bring her spider suit with her, and the suit she was wearing was still transformed from a levitating cloak, so she could only rely on her tentacles to maneuver, and couldn't fly into the sky as usual.

By the time the sign of the King's Tavern Apartment appeared in front of her, it was already late at night and the streets finally returned to silence. But through the window, Jessica could still vaguely hear the sound of music - it seemed to be her own song "Thank You"?

Jessica tiptoed into the bedroom, patted her shoulders, and the floating cloak on her body returned to its original state and detached, floating quietly to the side.

"Meow--!"

The little black cat Wowo on the bed was awakened. When he saw that it was his owner who came back, he went to her feet and circled back and forth with a wronged look on his face.

"Shh, don't make a sound."

Ms. Drew didn't even have time to put on her clothes, so she could only hold Wowo and comfort him. However, her tentacles were not idle either, gently unpacking the clothes to avoid making too much noise. She was now sure that it was the newly bought DVD player in the living room that was outputting sound to the speakers, after all, it was currently playing "Can't Fight The Moonlight", which was only available on the advance edition album she brought back.

The so-called advance edition album is actually just the goods received in advance. After all, this "Jessica Drew" album will be officially sold in a few days. All members of the band have taken more than a dozen copies back to give to their friends.

As for Jessica herself...

Of course, the first autographed album in life was given to Michela.

Nisha also didn't miss a portion.

But Miss Butterfly Knife had been with her all the time, so she had heard it all. Nisha had just returned to London these two days, so she was probably the one listening. The music also covered up the subtle noises in the bedroom. Jessica finally put on her black stockings, and the little black cat Wowo stretched out his paw curiously, but was immediately flicked on the forehead by her finger.

After checking her attire, Ms. Drew put on the red high heels she stole from the show and walked towards the bedroom door. Wowo was still meowing beside her, but Jessica had no time to care about it. Her eyes were fixed on the two women in bathrobes in the living room, with a Christmas tree with colorful lights standing between them.

At first glance, it looks beautiful, with colorful lights, cotton socks, candy bags and small canes, but if you look closely you will find that it is hung with knives, guns and grenades.

Oh, and a whole belt of machine gun ammunition from beginning to end.

The overall weight exceeded the standard, so the tree had to be tied with wire to help it be mounted.

"Ah, you're back!"

Michella spotted Jessica first: "Hey, big star, how was the show?"

Something is wrong, why is the voice a little hoarse?

"Oh, look at you..." Nisha also turned around: "I said I should have persuaded you to take that stockings advertisement. I guess after tonight there will be another brand knocking on your door, right? Promise me, don't refuse, okay, dear?"

“You guys…” Jessica wanted to say something and raised her hand to point at Michelle.

"Are you talking about this tree?" Michelle stretched and lazily lay down on the sofa. "This was Nisha's idea. Don't blame me. I have tried my best to find decorations. Who said that the most common things in the house are weapons?"

"No, I meant your neck."

Jessica leaned in and pointed at the two wound patches on Michelle's neck: "Did Nessa just suck your blood again? Have you prepared the medicine? How long has it been since the last time? This frequency is a bit high. Look at your face, why do I feel it is a little whiter than before?"

"Of course no problem, dear. I'm sorry for eating the midnight snack you prepared, but it tastes really good." Nisha said as she sat next to Michelle, turned her face with her hand, and pecked the scar at the corner of the woman's mouth.

In the past, this provocative and tough approach would have surely caused Miss Butterfly Knife to put up a strong resistance, or to put it another way, she would never have given Nisha the chance to approach her so safely.

But now, Michela just frowned.

She didn't even try to push him away.

"...Are you sure you didn't lose too much blood?" Jessica lamented the contrast between her girlfriend and the ridiculous relationship she had tacitly agreed to, and worried about her physical condition: "Nisha, how much did you suck from her? Don't make us take someone to the hospital for a blood transfusion in the middle of the night."

"I have my own blood bag, dear. I'm really jealous that you're so worried about that little wild cat." Nesa smiled coquettishly and came close to Jessica, putting her arms around her neck, but there was a hint of provocation in her eyes: "Do you want to punish me?"

jingle!

Just then, Michelle, who was sitting on the sofa, raised her hand toward Ms. Drew.

The noise came from the shackles she was holding.

It's a standard leather chain, but it also has a small bell strung inside.

"Meow......"

Seeing that the three were about to fight again, the little black cat WoWo shrank back under the bed and grumbled in worry.