The end game [Zhongyingmei]

When Jason woke up, the blond girl had disappeared.

The blanket she was covering with last night was neatly folded, Jason walked over, touched the shallow depression on the sofa, and found that there was no temperature inside.

She left hours ago.

-----Ran?

This was the first thought that came to Jason's mind.

He looked around and saw something extra on the table.

A few needles are facing the morning light, and the transparent liquid inside is gently swaying. After watching for a long time, there is a kind of mermaid-colored pearl shimmering inside.

There is also a blank sheet of paper.

After thinking about it, Jason picked up the piece of paper, squinted his eyes facing the sunlight.

There were messy scratches on it, and he repeatedly identified the three letters and found that it was her name.

Jason: .........?

As for those needles, Jason also knew them.

In the early hours of the morning, the blond girl who was led back to the safe house by him and woken up by the sound of instant noodles rubbed her eyes and got up, and injected her arm with this needle.

These are her things.

——In other words, she was telling him in her own way that she would come back.

Jason stood there for a while, put the white paper in his hand back on the dining table, put on his leather jacket and boots, and was about to go out to buy breakfast.

Suddenly there was a faint scratching sound from the ceiling.

Jason raised his head suddenly, and he pulled out the dagger, hanging by his side, ready to stab the tip of the knife into the soft internal organs of the uninvited guest at any time.

The air vent was removed, revealing a little dusty face, smiling at him without showing any teeth, looking extraordinarily demure, like a pure and dewy lily.

It was the mysterious blonde girl from last night.

"You..." Jason was speechless for a while, "You went out through the ventilation duct?"

The girl had already drilled half of her body, and nodded upon hearing this.

A metal sheet is hooped around her slender waist, like a cyber mermaid, with an exoskeleton on the upper body and a fishtail on the lower body.

Jason was already considering whether to go out and buy her a large bottle of lubricant, but the girl used a rather difficult posture to completely pull herself out of the ventilation duct, and landed in a light posture .

Ever since he saw how the blond girl got out of the ventilation duct, Jason suddenly realized that she was actually much thinner than a normal girl of her age, and it was completely pathological.

The words "training results" drilled into his brain without consent again, whispering in Jason's ear.

And the instigator was still smiling demurely.

"What were you doing just now?" Jason asked hopelessly, then turned to look for a rag.

Sure enough, except for a hand grabbing the corner of his clothes, there was no forced answer.

The blond girl followed him step by step, making Jason feel in a trance that he was getting deeper and deeper into some kind of mother bird role.

"Wipe yourself."

He threw the rag to the blond girl, who quickly caught the rag, but just held it in her hand, looking at him with gray eyes, keeping this position motionless, like a little doll whose joints haven't been lubricated .

A cotton wool hangs from her long eyelashes.

Jason sighed deeply, deeply.

"Forget it," he said to himself, "forget it."

The blond girl was pulled by his arm and sat docilely at the dining table.

"Close your eyes."

Jason said.

The golden eyelashes trembled and closed obediently.

Jason took the rag from her hand and remained silent, imagining that he was cleaning an object, carefully wiping every spot of dust on her face.

The girl's breath sprayed softly on the palm of his hand. The places he touched included her eyelids, the bridge of her nose, and even her throat. These parts, which are fatal to anyone, are now under Jason's palm.As long as he wants, he can take the girl's life at any time.

He has never encountered such a mode of getting along—either enemies, or friends, or fighting, or sleeping.

Jason didn't understand why he wiped the blond girl's face. The thought swirled in his mind, but he immediately found a reason to suppress it.

————Because her face is dirty, which is quite an eyesore.

For the last time, he threw away the rag, pinched the cotton wool between the blond girl's eyelashes with his fingertips and fingertips, and slowly pulled it out.

The moment his fingers pinched her eyelashes, the blond girl visibly trembled, but she still didn't open her eyes.

The slender light golden color fluttered at Jason's fingertips, no different from the butterfly he squeezed into his palm when he was five years old.

"All right."

Jason put away the rag, shook it, and went to the sink to wash his hands.

When he was washing his hands, there was another hand quietly holding the corner of his clothes.

Jason: ...

He and the girl in front of him looked at each other silently, and the latter didn't even blink.

"I'm going out to buy breakfast." Jason said, "Do you know what breakfast is?"

nod.

"Then let me go."

Shaking his head.

"you………"

His shadow was clearly reflected in the girl's eyes.

Jason took a deep breath and told himself "I'm so angry that there's no one to replace my body", while quickly rushing into his own bedroom, and from among the guns and weapons in the closet, he found a down jacket that he didn't wear all year round.

The blond girl stood at the door of his bedroom, just stepping on the door frame line, neither retreating nor advancing, stepping into his private territory.

Jason threw the down jacket on her head angrily, "Use this to cover the pile of exoskeletons on your body."

There was a rustle.

Looking at the girl in front of him, Jason temporarily lost his language function, "..."

Jason's blood pressure spiked briefly.

Jason gritted his teeth.

He felt that if he took another breath, he would pass the epic smog of Gotham through his lungs.

"You, your clothes, you're wearing them upside down."

Even Jason himself was curious about how he managed to suddenly calm down when he was so angry.

Once familiar and second familiar, he pulled the blond girl out of the clothes package three times, stuffed her left and right hands into the correct sleeves, and finally pulled down the hem of the down jacket.

In doing so, Jason felt in a trance that he had gained the missing part of his childhood—washing and changing the Barbie doll.

He straightened up.

The Barbie doll, Benwa, stood obediently and put on his down jacket.

Just after being rubbed for a good meal, her neatly combed blond hair was also fried due to static electricity, showing a kind of messy cuteness.

The tube-like down jacket barely reached her feet, covering all the conspicuous exoskeleton on her body, except for the one on both sides of the cheek that supported the jaw.

Jason thought for a while, walked to the hanger, found an old dark red scarf, unfolded it, wrapped it around Barbie doll's neck three or four times, and tucked the corner of the scarf.

"Let's go," he said.

Abaddon was above the city, breathing in the constant smell of evil.

The ruler of hell looked indifferently, his eyes of different colors scanned the city lights downward.

Five seconds later, the door of the men's bathroom was pushed open, and the black-haired young man walked to the table, just in time to meet Peter who had pushed the door open.

"Peter, my friend."

Cain's melancholy eyes immediately burst into soft light, and he took Peter's hands affectionately, motioning for Peter and himself to go out.

Little Spider: ......

In the past few weeks of knowing Cain, he has gradually adapted to the mythical figures from thousands of years ago, and occasionally various sudden etiquettes.

The kind and friendly gestures shown in Cain's era would appear too close in the present world, surpassing the distance that should exist between friends, but Peter did not intend to use this reason to reject Cain.

The little spider always feels that the reason for Cain to appear in this era is lonely enough, and there is no reason to ask him to change his own personality. After all, those are the last traces of Cain's era.

In addition, the magic pill that Cain gave him allowed Peter to hear the heartfelt voice of the sneak cameraman, and before the two of them were photographed because they were "gay in gay", Peter quickly slipped away along the crowd with Cain.

"Have you rested yet?"

It's cold and windy in New York right now. Peter didn't wear enough clothes when he went out today, so he couldn't help chattering his teeth.

On the contrary, Cain was only wearing a thin windbreaker, but the black-haired young man was still tall and straight, with an elegant posture, and there was nothing wrong with him except that his face was a little pale.

"Rest well, my friend."

Cain looked down and noticed Peter's abnormality. The black-haired young man took a short breath and dragged Peter to an unopened shop.

"It's because I didn't notice your mistake, please forgive me for my great disrespect," the black-haired young man lowered his eyes, and his thin lips pursed the color of bleeding snow, "It will be fine soon."

"What will happen soon—" Peter was about to ask, when his palm was opened gently but unquestionably by the black-haired young man.

The black-haired young man took out a small bottle with a cork from his chest, dipped his index finger into the viscous grass-green liquid inside, spread out Peter's palm, and drew a few mysterious symbols on it.

Almost as soon as the liquid touched his skin, Peter felt a wave of heat penetrate directly into his body, as if someone had placed a few all-round heaters with no dead ends in his sweater.

"What is this...?" Peter murmured, in a dazed and amazed tone.

Cain retracted the small bottle to his chest, and used the remaining liquid to draw a few symbols on his palm.

"A combination of flame grass and violet."

The black-haired youth answered him briefly.

There was a slight smile on Cain's pale and handsome face, which was enough to mesmerize anyone.

Peter broke free from his trance for a short while, and he had already heard someone screaming at the corner of the street, and he fell when he came towards this side.

The black-haired young man didn't notice the commotion he created. He led Peter back to the front of the library familiarly.

"Have you figured it out, my friend?" Cain asked, "The monster inside is something that I cannot guarantee that I will be able to escape unscathed."

"I've made up my mind." Peter said firmly.

"Very well," said Cain.

The lord of hell stared at the invisible, ever-glowing ring of fire beside Peter, which was exactly the same as the one under Abaddon's own feet.

The little spider didn't resist when he was writing and drawing, so Abaddon unilaterally signed a contract with him, ensuring that no matter what harm he suffered in the contract, Abaddon would save his life in time.

The lord of hell took one last look at the cold but bright world, then turned and stepped into the darkening library.