The end game [Zhongyingmei]

Seeing nothing, hearing and anxiety are infinitely magnified.

The cold air climbed up from the soles of her feet that suddenly became bare, and at the moment when the darkness fell completely, the fear buried deep in Mephisto’s heart was suddenly aroused, and countless ribbons of desire gushed out of her body, almost out of control , Gather everyone around into the "hood".

The ribbons are "listening" and "tasting", they are countless loyal and sensitive ears and noses, growing on the vines, extending wildly in all directions.

In this silence, Iron Man's hand on her shoulder was still dry and warm, with reassuringly rough fingertips.

"Hey, don't be afraid, don't let go."

As if feeling Mephisto's unusual stiffness, his voice was calm, as light as a gust of wind, running into her ear.

Mephisto nodded slightly, feeling that Iron Man's hand was getting heavier.

Natasha, who was standing on the other side, also paused and made a more advanced choice.

In the darkness, the fabric rustled, and she seemed to have groped for the new clothes with one hand, and finally found what she needed.

Tens of seconds later, Mephisto felt that the body of the female agent was leaning towards her, searched half a circle around her waist, and dunked something in with a "click".

"........."

Both Natasha and Tony's actions made Mephisto temporarily withdraw from the terrible memories, giving the nerves that were about to collapse from the beginning a chance to breathe.

The beauty of Rose stopped where she was, but the red ribbons that burst out overwhelmingly began to retract silently.

Except for two or three still floating on the edge of the team as "organs" for exploration, the rest of the desire ribbons returned to Mephisto's body.

"........."

Returning to reason, Mephisto reached out and touched the thing on her waist, and found that it was something like a stretch buckle.

Starting from Natasha's side, it is hooked on the clothes of the big beauty Rose. It is quite simple to "prevent getting lost". first.

"This body should be the sick clothes of a mental hospital."

The female agent suddenly approached Mephisto and whispered hurriedly, "Bare feet, robes, plus the buckle between the restraint belt and the clothes."

Black Widow didn't continue, but Mephisto understood what she meant.

A red ribbon replaced the palm of the big beauty Rose, and rubbed against the empty robe. The rough and starched material appeared in the "feedback" of the red ribbon, confirming Natasha's guess.

Passing this sentence to Iron Man and Captain America, Mephisto quickly connected all the hooks on each other's bodies to prevent dispersion under special circumstances.

In the unfathomable darkness ahead, the smell of fresh blood still lingered faintly, as if there were terrifying evil spirits squatting there, quietly waiting for their self-inflicted snares.

Recalling the time when she closed her eyes and walked on the curb when she was a child, Sisley, who was wearing rose skin, took a deep breath to calm her heart down.

When Mephisto took the first step, the two red ribbons were also probing around the edge of the team, simultaneously detecting the surrounding environment.

The tactile sensation of colliding with the cold plane was constantly fed back to Beauty Rose. This place seemed to be a corridor broken in the void. The tiles were old and in disrepair, with tragic scratches remaining on them, and the gaps were filled with some unknown substance.

———— If Natasha's guess is correct, then this is the place where these mental patients come to let the wind go.

The brain was running fast, engraving the features and places from the first floor into memory, and Mephisto cautiously took the next step, when his bare toes suddenly touched the cold metal.

—————It was an iron door that was ajar.

"........."

The beauty Rose stood still slowly, and let the red ribbon who was watching the wind from the middle come together with her in front of the iron gate, and sniffed it lightly.

A faint wind came out of the gap, carrying the rather fresh smell of blood that she had been smelling since just now, and rushed to Mephisto's face.

"The smell of blood."

Captain America whispered in the dark.

Mephisto didn't make a sound, but called up the "Game" panel, and took a little look at it against the discomfort of being flashed by the light.

The [Exit] button is clearly available, a reliable glow in the darkness.

As the host of the game, the mental strength of the clown is related to whether the Superheroes and Mephisto can quit the game.

If he is still an adult clown imprisoned in Arkham Asylum at this time, then Mephisto and the superheroes will also be exhausted, struggling in the abyss again and again, until the spirit is ground into broken gravel.

But the weeping pocket clown who broke his brain and got water, and inexplicably produced a baby bird scene, has no difference in mental strength compared to a real bird.

As long as he cries until he passes out, Mephisto and the superheroes can easily get out of the "game".

————It was indeed the right choice to hand over the pocket clown to Sisley.

Mephisto stared at 【Exit】 which appeared earlier than usual for a while, thinking silently from the bottom of his heart.

"We can quit at any time."

The blonde's voice became even more hoarse and moving after being lowered, and Steve also called up his own panel to confirm it.

"So early today?"

Tony's voice suddenly became much lighter, "God, I thought we had to fight mental patients for [-] rounds here."

"I want to go in and see."

However, Mephisto's words interrupted his joy.

"Me too." Unexpectedly, Natasha voted in agreement, "Boys, we're just going to explore the way. If you don't want to go, you don't have to go."

"If Nat wants to go, I'll go."

Hawkeye said succinctly.

"I... I can go too."

Dr. Banner's weak voice sounded in the air, "That big guy is not afraid of mental patients or anything, but when he gets mad, you should stay away from the stretcher bed and the infusion stand, haha..."

The laughter broke off, and he seemed to be stepped on by Natasha.

"It's impossible for me not to play alongside my teammates."

Steve's voice is serious and gentle, and it's not difficult for anyone to hear the sincerity hidden under his words.

"Let's go then? What are you waiting for?"

After a pause, Tony muttered angrily, "Everyone is talking so fast, it makes me feel like I'm a coward who ran away alone."

"No one will tell you that."

Captain America patted Iron Man on the shoulder, reassuring him.

During the whole process, Mephisto has been silently listening to their conversation, until this moment, she couldn't help showing a sincere smile.

The darkness was so deep that no one could catch the rare beauty of Rose.

The smile quickly disappeared from her face, and Mephisto settled down, pressed his hand on the iron door, and pushed in.

Countless ribbons of desire rushed into the crack of the door at this moment, forming an unbreakable shield, like a red rose blooming in an instant under time-lapse photography.

In the next second, a high-pitched scream that was close at hand burst out from the person's tender throat.

Blood spattered Mephisto's face, and when the blood dripped down her eyelashes, Mephisto subconsciously licked the corner of her lips, staggered by the sweet and vicious smell, feeling a long-lost I feel drunk.

————Same as the clown, even more pure madness than the clown.

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The Ribbons of Desire faithfully fed back what just happened.

When the door just opened, a body slammed into the shield formed by the ribbons of desire, and at the same time, was cut to pieces by the ribbon of desire.

Blood splattered everywhere, and the animal that thought it was a predator instantly became the bottom of the food chain, whimpering and fleeing with its tail between its legs.

"What the hell is that?"

Tony was the closest, and before he could recover, he was sprayed with steaming blood all over his face.

The smell of stench and rust made him almost suffocate, and he retched, clutching Captain America's shoulders tightly.

In the darkness, the ribbons of desire greedily chased him for a while, devouring his bloodline, and then reluctantly returned to Mephisto's body.

After taking back the ribbon of desire, Mephisto couldn't help but patted him on the shoulder when he heard Iron Man's angry complaints.

"Give you."

In the darkness, the blonde's voice sounded eternally cold and calm. Tony fumbled to take something from her hand and found it was a piece of soft cloth.

"Thank you."

He was about to take it when the blond girl suddenly pressed his shoulder lightly, took the piece of cloth with the other hand, and wiped his face a few times.

Tony held it down suddenly, and before he could say his refusal, the silky and soft fabric of the handkerchief touched him.

He originally thought that she would not be able to wipe it clean, but when she was wiped by the cloth, the sticky blood on her face disappeared bit by bit, even though her body was still covered with bloody clothes, it was better than the beginning Too much.

"Uh...thank you."

It is indeed quite embarrassing to be wiped on the face, but in this state, Tony has nothing to complain about, so he can only say thank you vaguely.

The blonde took back the handkerchief and said a calm "hmm".

Mephisto: *quietly licks*

Mephisto: *flashing with joy*

The blood, like sweet and spicy wine, slipped into her throat, and the three ribbons of desire that she put together as a "handkerchief" licked up the blood and scattered happily, each ribbon was ready to hunt again Ready, waiting for the next arrogant prey to hit in this direction.

This place seems to be a larger place for activities. The red ribbon of Mephisto can touch the green plants on both sides, and a row of dilapidated chairs placed against the wall.

After the screams just now, the area suddenly became silent, leaving only the sticky touch under the feet and the strong smell of blood—the traces left by the mental patient who had just staggered away.

The eyes may be watching, but they are no longer so urgent and crazy—or, they are assessing the risk of predation.

Mephisto struggled for a long time, and finally grabbed the desire ribbons that were about to move with tears, and forbade them to lick the floor tiles.

A ribbon of desire fluttered out and out into the corner, catching the extra, blood-flowing scent in the air.

A coffee table was fixed to the ground, and someone was standing quietly on it. He was clinging to the wall, wriggling his lips like a gray moth in the dark.

When the ribbon of desire was silently about to wrap around his neck, he suddenly snickered, jumped down from the table laughing, and began to twirl elegantly and crazily on his toes, singing from his mouth.

"Then she said to the priest, Will I be like this when I die? Oh, yes! Oh, yes, said the priest, You will be like this when you die."[1]

"Nat, what song is this?"

The mental patient's voice was hoarse, and he only repeated a part of it. He bit down the word "death" very hard, which made Hawkeye's spine feel chills.

While feeling a toothache, he couldn't help leaning over to Natasha and asked in a low voice.

"Sounds like something from 200 years ago."

Natasha replied.

"……God."

Hawkeye took a brief breath.