The end game [Zhongyingmei]

There had never been a moment when Sisley knew so clearly that she was going to die.

She curled up on the bed, tormented by recurrent high fever and pain.

The time was extraordinarily long before she died, Sisley clenched her teeth, and the hot and dry breath she exhaled from her mouth and nose made her think that she was in a desert afternoon.

Then, everything went cold again.

Is it rain?

Is it still dark?

Sisley didn't know.Her jerky, twitching arm knocked over the glass containing the last bit of cold tea.It flew and rolled onto the plush carpet without making a sound.

The liquid flowed from the mouth of the cup and spread on the carpet like a pool of dirty blood.

The sky was getting dark little by little, and the cumulus clouds were rolling and pushing, spreading across the blue city.A slender hand with bulging veins was hanging on the side of the bed, there was no movement in the room, and Sisley's body that was exuding high fever slowly cooled down.

Maybe the long-lost rain finally got her wet.

The heat got rid of the scorching impetuous pain, and became more and more docile and tolerant, rippling on Sisley's eyelids, showing a golden red.

For a long time, there was always a strange silence in the room.Sisley could only feel her heavy breathing, her heart beating too fast, and the small moans of pain in her throat... The pain was accompanied by the revival of her hearing like tentacles, grabbing every strand of information in the air.

She frowned and heard the melodious cry of a bird.

Is it a new spring bird outside the window?

A strange fluctuation suddenly appeared, but Sisley found that she was not surprised by it, it was not abrupt, as if he had always been there, and she was used to it.

--open one's eyes.

The man's thoughts were passed on to her.

Strangely, Sisley felt his consciousness was filled with light blue moonlight.She saw the deep dark forest, the sparkling brook, and the clear mist at night. Sisley took a deep breath and was completely enveloped by the calm atmosphere.

It's a comfortable feeling, she doesn't even know why he's here, but she's already starting to like him.

Like a tired bird trying to return to its nest.

——Open your eyes, Sisley.The sun is going down.

Where am I going?she asked rhetorically.But there was no response, the fluctuations disappeared, and she didn't seem to be answering correctly.

Sisley suddenly opened her eyes.

The man was right, the sun was going down.

The evening wind swept over Sisley's cheeks and skirt with warm golden red, and the city stretched under her feet, the lights were bright and inseparable.Is it summer?Sisley was fascinated by the huge, peaceful red sun on the horizon, the swaying green tree tops on the sidewalk, the glass windows of tall buildings as smooth as mirrors, and the circling birds in the sky turned into desolate black spots.

Where am I standing?She stared at the dizzying number of points of light.

--New York.

The fluctuation appeared again, and his tone carried the calmness that Sisley loved.

The smell of the hustle and bustle, the smell of lights, real and unreal, Sisley is willing to believe that this is New York, and she doesn't think there is anything wrong with appearing on the top of a tall building in a strange city.

I am already dead.

Whatever comes up in dreams after death is normal.

The afterglow of the setting sun reflected in Sisley's icy blue eyes, shining brightly.The girl who is as beautiful as a doll seems to be in deep thought on the surface, but she is actually learning to fluctuate in a daze.

--go home.

This is the second instruction that wave wave gave her.The wind was getting colder, Sisley lowered her head and found that she was wearing a thin organza dress.Why organza?She tugged at the hem of the skirt embroidered with elegant roses, feeling a little puzzled.

--Do you not like it?

like.Sisley first answered honestly, and then suddenly realized.Her legs began to go numb. Sitting on the roof without a protective fence and looking down, the lights became scary and ready to move.

She stood up, dusted off her beautiful skirt, and then patted the dust on her hands.

After such a short time, it was almost dark.

What happens if you jump off?

She stared intently at the tiptoes of her dangling toes, the dimly changing lights below.The irritating tears gradually hit the eye sockets upwards, and Sisley didn't bother to raise her hand to wipe them away, she let them flow down her cheeks.

jump.Jump, she thought.

Jump off!

The lazy heat entangled her, causing a dull pain in the brain, and Sisley lightly touched her wrist, which was blown by the wind, with her fingertips, and the temperature was hot.

She was flustered and short of breath, but a greater pleasure surged up after her.She couldn't even control her legs, she was standing on the edge of the platform on the sixtieth floor.

Pleasure is at your fingertips.

Jump!

Sisley couldn't help taking a step, and her whole body fell straight down.

She regretted it almost as soon as she felt weightless.

No—she opened her eyes wide, and the ground was getting closer, closer, closer!She wanted to scream, but her voice couldn't break through her chest.Weightlessness.Strong wind.Broken words escaped her consciousness, and she couldn't even react to what was happening.

Until there was an even harsher piercing sound in the air.

The falling stopped, and then what rushed towards Sisley was a strong dull pain.She was hit by the waves like a dying fish, and her organs were dragged out of position for a moment.

Sisley realized that she was now hanging on the tenth floor, with an unbreakable white silk thread tied around her waist, her tears were dried by the whirring wind, and the sidewalk was just around the corner.

She was only a second away from being smashed into a meatloaf.

A clear and urgent voice rushed to her ears along the wind.

"Ma'am, you can't—" He sounded angry and worried, he was yelling at her, and he seemed to be crying in the next second, "Why, my God, what were you doing just now? I almost I can't hold you anymore—"

Sisley raised her head in a daze, but she still didn't realize what happened just now.

She jumped off the building.

Someone rescued her.

"...Are you okay? I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that, I just—you're okay, I'm holding you..."

Someone wiped away the remaining tears from the corners of her eyes, followed by a hug, warm, tight, unable to break free, Sisley was still in a numb state, she couldn't answer any questions, so she could only let this person hug her. Watch her climb on the glass wall of the building.

six seconds.

She said suddenly in her heart.So proficient as if it was some kind of instinctive reaction, when Sisley recited this number, she realized that her emotions were as calm as a newborn.weapon.She thought, me?

Who is he?

The person who saved her sounded like a young boy.

No one answered Sisley's question, but she managed to divert her attention.

Both feet landed lightly, and Sisley realized that she had been put down properly. At the same time, she also clearly saw the face of her savior.

He was wearing a tight-fitting red and blue uniform and a headgear of the same color. At this moment, he was still grabbing the spider silk around her waist, and landed as lightly as possible. He stood not far from her. Generally speaking, masked people would It makes people nervous, but the white eyes on his headgear are wide open, which is strangely cute.

Moreover, his uniform made her look familiar, a kind of distant familiarity, which is not common in life, but it also impressed her in a certain way.

Is it Spiderman?

Spider-Man, who is active in the Marvel world in New York, will help grandma cross the road, save cats and dogs, and even rush over when he sees someone with suicidal tendencies. He is a very friendly superhero.

Sisley remained silent, she stared curiously at this fictional character that had only appeared in movies and comic books; the blinding black hair blown by the wind covered a lot of sight, she brushed them away nonchalantly.

"...Female, ma'am..." Spiderman seemed to be frightened by her, he swallowed back what he wanted to say, and turned to stare at her face, or rather, the white eyes on his headgear stared at her face, with two In seconds, they opened even wider.

Sisley knew she was beautiful.She was so used to this reaction, people always liked to stare at her face.

"I just didn't think about jumping off a building," she said.Before Spider-Man could look skeptical and retort, Sisley added, "I'm just not standing still, I swear."

"What?" Spider-Man's surprised voice became louder, "but you're crying—"

"I cried in fright." Sisley smiled shyly.Her beauty is delicate and moving, looking at people's eyes like stars hidden in them.This dilutes the cardiac arrest she just gave Spider-Man after falling from the building; indeed, she doesn't look at all the sullen people who are suicidal, which is very convincing.

Spider-Man heard her continue, "Hi, my name is Sisley, thank you for saving me, Spider-Man. I thought I was going to die here today."

He panicked for a second because of such a solemn thank you.

The girl's voice is cool and soft, like a string of melodious wind chimes in the summer evening wind.Her dress was expensive at first glance, and she had a good temperament... This convinced Spider-Man even more of the authenticity of her words.

"It's okay, Sisley, this is what I should do, uh..." he stumbled, "I mean, you're welcome! Is there anything else I can do for you? Do you need me to take you home? Or go to the hospital?"

"It's fine on the ground, thank you very much." Sisley said softly.

"Oh, of course no problem." Spiderman seemed to relax a lot because of this answer, he jumped briskly to her side, and made a gesture of invitation to her, "You don't mind—?"

As soon as Sisley shook her head, she suddenly flew into the air.The young superhero's arm supported her vigorously, taking great care not to offend her in the slightest. The spider thread led them to swing left and right, but the speed was always maintained at an acceptable level for ordinary people.

He thoughtfully took her to a deserted place just now, and didn't choose to talk on the street where there were still traffic passing by, but now he felt vaguely embarrassed because he found out that he was going back and forth so soon.

"I just really thought you were going to... I have to admit, I was intimidated, haha."

"Did you rarely see it when you were on patrol?" Sisley asked him with a smile.Her tone was vivid and gentle, but Sisley's eyes seemed very hollow where Spider-Man couldn't see.

They are as beautiful as glass beads, but only reflect distant lights.

"Honestly, very few."

There are superheroes, and it takes only a few minutes to reach the ground from the top of the sixty-story building.While talking, Spider-Man had brought her back to the ground, just landing at the gate of the building.

He put her down gently, as gently as if he was playing with some ceramic doll.

Spider-Man asked again in a low voice.

"Sisley, do you really not need to go to the hospital?"

"I'm really fine, thank you very much. See you next time if you get a chance!"

Sisley looked at him with a smile, lifted the hem of her skirt, and saluted.

Cars came and went, they stood opposite each other, the orange red of the street lights outlined the beautiful body lines of the young superhero, he looked a little at a loss, but he also showed straightforward happiness because he received the thanks.

"Oh... that's fine. Okay, go home early, Sisley, I have to patrol elsewhere, see you next time!" Spider-Man said.

He jumped back, and shot a web from his wrist.Under Sisley's gaze, Spider-Man's vigorous figure quickly disappeared within a few moves.

There were not many pedestrians on the street when it was getting dark, more taxis passing by in a hurry.Sisley stood under a street lamp, quietly watching the rear lights of the cars disappear around the corner.

Tranquility and pain flooded up like a tide again, submerging Sisley's consciousness.

She closed her eyes.

I have no home.Sisley realized in a daze, and was frustrated by this realization.

— Sisley.

The hallucination-like fluctuations reappeared when there was no one there, and it was rare to show disapproval.The moonlight is getting brighter, the creek is tinkling, and the fluctuations are suddenly no longer just fluctuations.She could still feel him in her own consciousness, and at the same time, she could hear his peaceful breathing clearly.

what is that?what happens?Sisley's chest tightened, and a strong premonition gripped her.

She looked back.

At some point, behind her, in the narrow shadow between tall buildings, stood a man.

He was wearing a dark Oxford cloth overalls, with a cracked expressionless mask on his face, and in his hand, there was a knife hanging by his side.That was not an attire that could make people feel at ease. The man stood there like no one else, like a tall and silent wall, incompatible with reality, like an illusion created in Sisley's mind.

In an inexplicable sense of familiarity, Sisley looked at him and saw clearly the eyes behind his mask.

Calm, moist, like the beautiful light blue moonlight.

Sisley didn't even realize she was running; her dainty Mary Janes scuffed through the alley sewage, her long, rose-scented hair flung herself into the open arms of the man.

She touched his cold skin.

--I am you.

At this moment, Sisley heard his consciousness put together with hers, complete and connected.

She heard everything, she was aware of all of him.His heart, his consciousness, his thoughts, his senses, his hearing, all, all.

Two bodies merge into one soul.

She and the other self hugged each other, with the strength that the ribs were pressed into the chest cavity, and only then did they absorb enough strength to take root.

Are you my hallucination?Sisley thought sweetly, but she didn't care and tightened her arms.

--Is it important?

unimportant.

If she can guarantee that there is anyone in the world who can love and trust one hundred percent, then it must be another herself.

Most importantly, I have a home!Sisley told herself that she was happy again, a strange and happy light bloomed in her eyes; yes, I'm home.

--you're home.

She heard another self speak calmly and gently.