The end game [Zhongyingmei]

Abaddon wasn't afraid of the smirk on Doctor Strange's face, only the little spider was uneasy, restrained, like a little rabbit that had strayed into a trap.

Strange asked them to sit down in the reception area, and almost as soon as Abaddon's body touched the red-bottomed sofa, the latter made an extremely ominous creaking sound, like an old moan about to die.

The little spider jumped up in fright at the sound.

Abaddon: ...

Sisley, who was dressed in goatskin, glanced behind her out of the corner of her eye, and at the same time used every muscle in her body to perform a posture of "Although I am sitting in the air, I am sitting casually, and there is nothing wrong with this sofa".

"Coffee or tea?" Doctor Strange asked suddenly.

"Coffee, thanks."

Facing the portal that appeared out of thin air above his head, Abaddon changed his sitting position while hanging in the air, and replied with a smile.

"I, uh, a glass of water will do!"

Seeing the mage at the other end of the portal shift his gaze to him, the little spider couldn't help but groan again in panic.

"........."

Strange squeezed the cardboard box in his hand, and took a calm look inside.

The box was empty, with two small bags of instant coffee dangling pitifully at the corners, minus the bag that Abaddon was about to drink, only the last bag remained.

If it was Doctor Strange's daily life, he would never take out his daily necessities to entertain guests he didn't want to entertain like this, but the black-haired young man gave too much.

If he had that stack of banknotes, he could at least upgrade to a fully automatic coffee machine that would also record the taste of the user.

————Or a coffee machine is good, both he and Wang can use it.

Doctor Strange thought silently, walked to the kettle, and took some water.

The golden-red circle disappeared, and the reception room returned to silence. The little spider kept a dumbfounded expression, and it took a few seconds before it successfully broke through the ice and jumped in front of its friends.

"Cain!" Peter whispered to the black-haired youth, whispering, paying attention to whether a second circle would appear in the air while talking, "How long are we going to stay here? It's so cool here! It's scary and cool !"

"After asking a few questions, we can go."

The black-haired young man said softly, "Thank you for your hard work, my friend. Want to play something?"

Little Spider: ...?

The little spider saw Cain spread his palm and folded a page torn from the notepad into a thousand paper cranes, and blew on it.

The little origami crane "lived" in an instant, wobbled into Peter's bewildered palm, and gradually covered its body with a layer of bright pink feathers, like a flamingo without legs.

While Peter was watching it, the little bird made out of paper uttered a melodious chirp, flew into the air in a small way, and circled around the little spider slowly.

Little Spider: Wow———

Although the combination of body shape, voice, and appearance makes it look like four, Peter still likes it very much.

While Peter was chatting with himself, Abaddon looked at the energy fluctuations in the air, and moved his fingers on the small table.

From the group of heretics, Abaddon was convinced that he felt the power from another dimension.

Like a drop of ink ready to melt into clear water without hindrance, something longs to open, descend, and merge the two spaces.

Doctor Strange came back with a tray at this moment, put coffee in front of Abaddon, and put water in Peter's side.

Strange sat opposite the sofa, crossed his fingers, observed the expression on the face of the black-haired young man, and quietly pulled back the magic cloak that was ready to move and rub his face.

"Mr. Master, I want to know what that is."

Abaddon spoke first.

"You don't have to call me Mr. Wizard," said Strange, "you can call me Dr. Strange."

"Dr. Strange."

The lord of hell is good.

"They're trying to break the dimension between the two worlds."

The mage responded, saying exactly what Abaddon had thought.

"I understand that there are other civilizations in the world, but there are other dimensions...?"

Peter was so frightened by the amount of information in this sentence that his pupils trembled, and he couldn't help but hastily interjected, regardless of being polite.

Doctor Strange glances at him and falls into a tactical silence, in a tendency to ask Spider-Man for a "what's the meaning of this silence".

"So, it's not just a dimension, is it..."

Swept away by the other party's cold gaze, Peter's brain was forced to cool down, and after reprocessing the input information for a while, he spoke for the second time.

He came to a conclusion that Doctor Strange hadn't said yet, so Strange grudgingly explained.

"Yes," said the mage, "you are right."

Abaddon picked up the coffee, took a sip, and then put it down.

Abaddon: *restrained smacking*

The classic and earthy sweetness spread in his mouth, Sisley, who was dressed in goatskin, thought about it for a while, and decided to buy this coffee online in the future, and then returned to the calm Abaddon.

With a spine-chilling smile on his face, the Lord of Hell asked the next question.

"Will the earth appear too weak in the face of the invasion of these alien spaces?"

"Hey."

Sisley heard a voice say.

"Wake up, don't fall asleep."

The aroma of pickled cucumbers and bread diffused in the air, and the strong smell completely awakened Sisley's consciousness.

When she opened her eyes, she first realized that she was lying on the hard sofa, which felt exactly the same as where she had made do to sleep last night.

It's that sofa.

And her cheap second brother is watching TV while eating a hamburger.

The dim light of the TV fell on his face, outlining some handsome and sharp lines. His eyes were also like wolves on the snowy field, and his body was a little more gunpowder than before.

"Are you awake?" Jason asked, "You have been unconscious for several hours, and it's getting dark."

In Gotham in late autumn and early winter, it was dark and much earlier than usual. The hands on the clock smoothly brushed past the five o'clock mark, and Sisley still felt her legs go weak.

She turned her head to Jason in a daze, her eyes defocused on him vaguely.

The dreaded feeling of being stared at was gone.

Abaddon's breath also appeared familiarly in Sisley's perception, as if he had never left.

"Did you sleep stupidly?" Jason lost his appetite when stared at by the baby bird's eyes begging for help, and couldn't help but look up from the attraction of the TV, "What do you want to do?"

Sisley braced her limp body, walked to the window in Jason's safe house, bent down, and glanced at the sky outside through the gap.

After finishing this movement, her head hummed, and she fell back to the floor again.

The floor was cold and dirty, and Sisley buried her face down on it, feeling like a little salted fish that was about to be dried and finished.

Sisley: *spit bubbles* ebsjskskks...

Jason over there let out a "fuck", and the plastic bag rattled for a few seconds, followed by footsteps running towards her.

Sisley was lifted into the air by a pair of powerful hands and carried on her shoulders. She turned her head slightly, and could see Brother Cheap's half-smiling eyes.

At this moment, he looked a bit like his old father.

Sisley silently let Brother Cheap put her back on the sofa.He unloaded her like a sack, and when he was about to take her away, there was a sudden pause.

"You have a fever," Jason said.

To be precise, the heat on the blond girl's arm was higher, and it gradually felt throughout her body.

Sisley:?

Before she had time to say a word, she was suddenly held down by the other party's mechanical skeleton, and she touched the hidden buckle in two or three times, and untied her exoskeleton.

Sisley:? ? ? ! ! !

Sisley: *pupil quake*

————Although the exoskeleton made by the system does have this function, how did Jason discover it?

At this moment, Sisley can only be thankful that she once told the system that the theory of "acting must be complete" has come in handy now.

The bionic exoskeleton was unloaded with a click, and Sisley subconsciously wanted to prop herself up from the sofa, but she slid straight down and fell onto the hard chest of the cheap second brother with a blanket.

Jason:? ? ?

After being hit like this, Jason also completely exploded, his whole body tensed up like a puffer fish with thorns erect, resisting and irritatedly trying to push her away.

He grabbed her arm, and the moment he touched the girl, he suddenly realized that the touch under his hand was wrong.

She barely leaned against him to stand, like a literal puddle of mud.

"Eve."

Jason said suddenly.

This was the first time he pronounced the girl's name, and she froze a little.

Taking advantage of this gap, Jason pinched the blond girl's wrist with two fingers, and the latter whimpered like a cub in the snow on a winter night.

Even when her hand was raised to look at it in an arguably unsettling way, she didn't resist.

The blond girl was lying in his arms, like a bird at the mercy of others.

Her wrist was hanging down, and she could only turn her face with difficulty, her eyes were filled with fear of the whole world for the first time.

Sisley: Ahhhhhhh! ! !

Sisley: Dead button! ! !I ask for a dead button next time! ! !

A huge shock engulfed Jason, and he tried to take a deep breath to stay calm, but the flames burned his soul as he stood there, watching what was happening, getting stronger and stronger until it started to burn into real rage .

She was like a puppet, and Jason had realized it from the first time they met.

Dolls who can't write or speak appear inexplicably, with confusing purposes.

She was artificially bred to be like this.

There were years of accumulated scars on her skin, Jason pinched her wrist, and saw her arm hidden under the exoskeleton for the first time.

On it, four bright red letters pierced his eyes.

—————068.

A number, a mark left on her body by a human being.

Jason lowered his eyes, sat back on the sofa with the wet little clay sculpture in his arms, and silently moved his hand to the bright red number.

The burning sensation like burning coals came from it.

"What can I do for you?" he asked.

Under his gaze, the blond girl moved her eyes to the dining table.After going back and forth several times, Jason figured out what she meant.

He simply got up and walked to the dining table, taking a look at what was on it.

……Needle.

And that ridiculous blank sheet of paper she left in the morning.

Taking one of the needles from the plate, Jason walked back to the blond girl, pulled her arm, and stuck the needle into it.

The virtual energy flowed through the blood, providing Sisley with enormous energy.

Jason pressed his hand weakly on her red-hot serial number, so he clearly felt that the heat on the blond girl's body dropped as he pushed into the syringe.

After a syringe of transparent liquid was injected, Jason took back the syringe and the cotton with her blood on it. Seeing that the blond girl had the power to act independently, he put his own exoskeleton back on.

The exoskeleton reconnected with each other, and put it back on Sisley's body, and the feeling of strength and health flooded into Sisley's limbs and bones again.

The blond girl turned back into a quiet doll, and the serial number was also hidden under the mech.She looked indifferent and demure, with her hands folded on her knees, as if nothing had happened.

———But Jason knew it wasn't like this.

It was precisely because he had experienced such pain that he understood that being bumped into, or even being forced to experience it again, is a terrible experience second only to death.

He blinked in embarrassment, suppressing the sudden heat in his eyes.

"Feel sorry."

Jason said dryly, paused, and repeated himself.

"…Feel sorry."

Sisley:?