The end game [Zhongyingmei]

Accompanied by the faint thunder from the sky, the torrential rain poured down.

In the bat cave, the air was almost stagnant.

A snow-white bandage was already wrapped around Bruce's hand, and Alfred had properly treated the wound from the previous summoning of the demon.

—————— Except for the blood needed for summoning, the restless demon asked him for nothing, and hurried away.

What to do next?

Batman thought as calmly as he could.

This time is so similar to 15 years ago, but unlike 15 years ago, he got more information.

Fifteen years ago, Bruce Wayne was a desperate father who couldn't even see his enemies, as if he was looking for a footprint that had been covered long ago in the snowy night.

After 15 years, Bruce finally caught the clues of the murderer behind the scenes.

The news of Superman is still being sent through the communicator. Bruce only needs to glance at the pictures he sent, and he can come to the conclusion that he is far from a god on earth.

————— When a new photo was sent, Batman was slightly taken aback.

His body was faster than his mind, and before he realized it, he had already zoomed in on the photo and carefully observed the hairpin with the bow tie.

"........."

The color of the bow is a bit old, a small retro blue, lying in Superman's palm, like a dry, broken petal.

After this photo, Clark also sent a message.

[Found in a baby sculpture, it was named Perfect Gift, B, I think this may refer to 001. ———S.]

Batman's fingertips hovered over the projection and froze.

At the same time, the lightning outside the Batcave slammed down with terrible thunder.

For a moment, Bruce's face became extremely pale and cold, as if he had just died once.He took a breath silently, lowered his head as he couldn't bear it anymore, and buried his face in his palms.

The bleak bowknot gradually coincides with the blurred memory, until a picture breaks free from the gray fog and rushes straight to Bruce with bright colors and temperature.

—————— The little girl in a white dress stumbled towards Bruce, hugged his calf, and refused to let go, her laughter was as clear and sweet as a silver bell.

The body temperature of children is slightly higher than that of adults and the unique fragrance penetrates through the thin suit pants. When Bruce lowered his head and wanted to hug her up, he noticed how tightly she hugged his arms, even his head. Her beloved hairpin with the little bow was crooked, even though it was a hairpin that Bruce had bought her after she had carefully selected it herself.

—————It was at that moment that Bruce really realized how much this child was attached to and needed him, as if her father was her whole world.

And before that incident happened, he was obviously willing to use everything he had to protect her for the rest of her life.

With a "ding", someone entered the bat cave.

"Bruce, I'm sorry, I..." Dick approached slowly and cautiously stopped near Bruce's chair, "I didn't pay attention to the abnormalities around me, I was nearby...I should have noticed it earlier."

————— Batman sat in the chair without turning around.

Bruce was silent for a moment, and when he spoke again, he turned his head so Dick couldn't see his face.

"Do not."

He whispered, "It's not anyone's fault."

————When Bruce spoke, the big blue bird raised his head in surprise.

As far as he could remember, Dick had only heard that voice a few times: Bruce's emotions were restrained, but it sounded so desperate and hoarse at the same time, like an exhausted animal.

"...It sounds like you know something better than us."

The big blue bird paused, narrowing its eyes in confusion.

"I don't want anyone involved with Sisley," Bruce said, "but there's one thing, if you're willing to do it—"

"What is it?"

Dick's face darkened, he didn't care about the "family education" with Batman at this moment, something that would never be discussed clearly, and asked directly.

"A few weeks ago, that woman gave someone else a chip." Batman got up from his chair, walked to Dick, and said calmly, "I need you, bring that chip back."

"Little wings?"

The big blue bird, who had just been popularized by Red Robin for a few months away from home, immediately responded, "You mean——you asked me——"

Batman stared at him somewhat darkly.

"no problem."

Bathed in this look, Dick subconsciously replied.

—————After the red ribbon and the clown mysteriously disappeared from Gotham City, no matter what she gave Jason—that kind of thing, Batman must get it.

Especially if the woman actually knew something.

Without the chip she provided, Superman would not be able to contact Batman from that chaotic time and space anyway.

The scent of roses was still close at hand, and Mephisto's red lips opened and closed in front of Bruce's eyes, making the mouth movements that often woke him up from nightmares.

"Little-heart-has-ghosts."

Bruce closed his eyes wearily.

...

———— Abaddon said that things on his side were starting to show signs, and he couldn't come back.

Ken's consciousness was like a calm night wind, coldly passing to the other two Sisleys who were still angry, helping them to cool down effectively.

At this moment, the three Sisleys were all huddled in the halo of the lantern, standing on the roof of Wayne Mansion.

Sisley's bedroom is now completely open to other people, it is not a good place to talk, and Sisley wearing a vest is not afraid of heat and cold, even standing in the rain to talk is fine.

——————I am responsible for contacting Uncle and Ugel.

Ken suggested.

"I'm going to find the last lab, that bastard don't want to touch her one more finger."

Gabriel's snow-like long hair was wet by the rain and stuck to his cheeks, showing a kind of indistinguishable holiness. He did not dry it with the wings of the holy spirit, and his blue-purple eyes looked at Wei Wei coldly. The black mist over En Manor.

—————Don’t forget why you didn’t look for it before.You are different from us, you have to restrain yourself from the power that can easily destroy the earth.

The tall blond man raised his hand, and calmly touched the archangel's dizzyingly beautiful face.

"........."

Gabriel stared at him indifferently for a while, then suddenly turned the corner of his mouth, made a slightly aggrieved expression, and rubbed his face against the palm of his other hand like a puppy.

"I see." The archangel whispered.

"Where's the clown?"

Mephisto suddenly asked.

The evening gown on the purple-haired woman had been torn several times by the rushing ribbons of desire, and drenched by the rain, she looked even more like a glamorous ghost that would haunt a rainy night.

She asked this inexplicably, and both Archangel and Ken subconsciously glanced in the direction of Sisley's bedroom.

Through the open window, the beauty Rose crept into the bedroom as quietly as a spider, looked around, and strode towards the drawer.

—————The little fairy was still hiding in a place that only Sisleys could find, sucking the honey water listlessly.

But since when, that crying, sticky, green-haired clown disappeared completely. Neither Mephisto nor Gabriel felt the unique vicious breath in his blood.

"Will he—"

Mephisto's pupils suddenly constricted for a moment.

The glamorous woman with purple hair froze in place, her red lips were tightly pressed, she stopped rummaging, and slowly turned her head to look at the archangel and Ken who also reacted.

————— The other world has been here before, of course they will not let go of the biggest cancer of insanity.

For the inner world, the clown is the best sex, the best warm-up tool, and the cheapest fun show.

And I'm afraid it won't be too late. If the other world really wants to mess up the current situation, maybe in the next second, the clown will reappear on Gotham's TV station, bring a bunch of victims tied to the bomb, and announce himself To play a "little game" with the bat.

"I'll take care of it."

Mephisto said decisively, "You two go and solve what you should solve."

The archangel took a deep look at her, and suddenly spread his arms.

"come over."

Gabriel whispered to the other two of himself.

The soft wings carefully embraced the murderer and the red ribbon, and the three Sisleys huddled together in the heavy rain, absorbing a little warmth from each other.

"Okay, I have to go..." Mephisto was the first to regain his senses from the fluffy embrace, and broke free, "See you at night."

The beauty Rose escaped from the light range of the lantern and began to run at high speed.She jumped off the roof, crossed the grass path, climbed over the fence, and finally ran to the gate before stopping silently.

The camera outside the gate of Wayne Manor immediately focused on her, and Mephisto saw the hidden red dots, but stopped in place unmoved.

[Desire Ribbon Synchronization Level: 40%]

The lightning struck, and the pale light illuminated the world outside the manor for an instant.

In the Batcave, Bruce was alarmed by the siren and quickly came to the monitor.

Batman fell into a shocked silence, "..."

It was raining heavily outside, and a tall woman stood blankly in front of the gate of Wayne Manor, like a silent statue.

Her dress was torn several times, and she was also drenched by the heavy rain. The faint light of the street lamp shone like a marble artwork wet by rain, and her long hair stuck to her snow-white skin in strands, like deep purple hair. Seaweed clings to the reef.

But just looking up and meeting her eyes would make anyone instinctively take a step back.

—————The eyes, which have no resemblance to human beings, rotate irregularly, like a poisonous snake unemotionally evaluating its prey.

The red ribbon, who hasn't appeared in Gotham for a long time, seems to have completely fallen into a mixture of madness and confusion. It is the most dangerous of all beasts, enough to slaughter half of Gotham in one night.

If any reasonable person would not want to provoke her—at such a moment, confronting a wild beast that has fallen into madness is the last thing that should be done.

"What does she want, Alfred?"

Bruce took a low breath and asked gloomily.

"Before she demolishes the manor, I'll go over and ask her why she's here, Master Bruce."

The silver-haired old housekeeper squinted his eyes and stared at the motionless woman in the surveillance camera for a few seconds, then he went straight to the front hall with a silver plate containing hot towels.

The breath of the torrential rain poured in, and Alfred, holding a black umbrella, walked steadily to the gate.

As they got closer, the sense of oppression on the red ribbon became more intense, and Alfred could even smell a phantom-like smell of blood from her body.

The silver-haired old butler has reasonable reasons to believe that no one in Gotham has ever seen her appear in such a mess.

"Miss Mephisto, if you want a towel, I'll be happy to provide it to you, but this is not the right time to visit—" Alfred looked at the woman in a state of distress. In the blink of an eye, he hid his surprise back in his heart, trying to reject her in as plain a tone as possible.

"Let me in."

Mephisto interrupted him.

In the sight of the silver-haired old housekeeper, the beast's eyes burned with a destructive fire, enough to burn anything that stood in her way.

——————She looks like she is only a hair away from complete madness.

The moment he looked at her, Alfred suddenly sensed the source of this madness.

"where is she?"

Sure enough, the beast asked in a low voice word by word.

...

"Why did the lab find me?"

Passing through the door of the laboratory, Sisley lowered her eyes with some resistance, shivered slightly, and asked softly.

"You don't have to be afraid. This place is different from other places. Those are all resin models."

Dr. Krishna, noticing her resistance, smiled and raised a hand, turning away from Sisley's face without her refusal, and turned to the model closest to her.

—————But those exhibits are all derived from the long-dead experimental objects in each laboratory.

Under the light, the empty eye sockets of the resin model and Sisley looked at each other, revealing the blue and purple nervous system behind.

Sisley couldn't help closing her eyes slightly, and shivered.

"Can you answer my question?"

She repeated the question as calmly as she could.

"Because the two ends of fate are directed, 001."

Dr. Krishna took a meaningful look at Sisley's trembling eyelids, let go of her restraint, and replied casually.

His fingerprints remained on Sisley's chin, as distinct as red plums in the snow, but in an instant, the young doctor returned to a soft and harmless expression.

"But---"

Sisley subconsciously argued.

"That's another question, 001." Krishna stared at her pretty face that was still terrified, and said softly, "You know, one question can only be replaced by another question."

"........."

Sisley could only swallow back the words in her mouth.

"If you hadn't brought me back, I'd be spending Christmas with my family right now."

After thinking about it, she said quietly.

The doctor's footsteps stopped as expected.

He seemed to have a special passion for peeling back everything she'd been through to find anything that would hurt her hard -- and he was really good at it.

"Keep going," Krishna said softly, "What is Christmas like? You might get an answer you like."

"This Christmas, I was supposed to receive a Christmas tree."

Sisley stared at the white floor under her feet, lowered her eyes to hide the true emotions in her eyes, "All the brothers I like are at home, and so is my father. I want to watch a movie with them."

Above her head, Dr. Krishna chuckled softly, as if to encourage her to continue.

"I want to try making taffy, I want to have a snowball fight with my brothers, and I want to..."

In his gaze, the girl with black hair and blue eyes raised her face and looked at him unconsciously for a second.

Tears welled up in her eyes, as if the mist of a summer night covered the waves, and as if they were shining like ice-blue gems.

"I thought about a lot of things, but you ruined everything for me."

Krishna heard her speaking in a very, very low voice.

No one could help but be moved under these tearful eyes, but the smile on the young doctor's face remained unchanged, and his eyes seemed a little indifferent.

"So, 001, do you know that you're celebrating a holiday with the man who made this happen?"

Like asking "Is the weather nice today?" Krishna asked calmly.

------coming.

Sisley's breath paused indistinctly, and she stared at the doctor's face, showing a puzzled expression just right.

"What do you want to say?"

"Your 'brother'." The young doctor smiled, his voice was extremely silky, but with great malice, "Haven't you ever wondered why I located you so quickly?"

Sisley's heart did not fluctuate, "..."

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She had smelled the smell of Dick a few months ago, so she had already realized that he was wrong. Facing Dr. Krishna's obvious malice, she just imagined the feeling of heartbreak, and then showed a smile on her face. A look of disbelief.

"...you're lying to me."

The girl sobbed slightly, her eye rims and the tip of her nose turned pitifully red, like a porcelain doll painted with vivid colors.

"I wasn't even actively looking for you, he took me to find you."

Krishna sighed softly, his dark eyes fixed on Sisley, as if looking at a child full of innocent nonsense.

"Your 'brother'... why do you think he found you directly? Because he has been familiar with your smell since then, just like moths are attracted by bright light, he will naturally notice your existence, 001. "

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The doctor's cold fingertips lightly touched Sisley's trembling eyelashes, stirring up tiny teardrops on them.

"What did you do to him?"

Completely suppressed by his movements, Sisley stood there completely stiffly, asking in a low voice.

"Have you ever sprinkled fish food in the fish pond?" Krishna asked with a smile. This is how we treat the world as far as the food that touches our mouths... and everything you create is the bait for them to fight for."

"……why?"

The doctor caught a hot teardrop on his fingertips.

Sisley raised her face, the expression on her face was so vivid and desperate, "Why did you do this?"

"For my people to exist in a better world, 001."

Krishna looked at her and answered calmly.

"But that's not right..."

Sisley stared at his beautiful face with tears in her eyes.

"Maybe."

The young doctor said slowly, his tone was a bit weirdly sentimental, "But, no one can defy fate, just like your 'brother' got a wedding candy from someone else, or took a bite out of it sweet bait, and found you—"

"Will something happen to him?"

Sisley insisted.

The question seemed to have finally caught Krishna's attention, and the strange atmosphere disappeared, and he retreated back into his perfect mask.

"of course not."

The young doctor let go of Sisley, took a step back, and replied coldly, "With the dose he has taken, he will only like you inexplicably, maybe you have already felt it."

———— Sisley silently recalled the behavior of the big blue bird tossing high to make her happy that day.

She said nothing, but Krishna, who had been watching her, saw the answer.

The smile disappeared for a few seconds from his innocuous face full of classical beauty, looking very scary.

"Okay, I think we've talked enough," Dr. Krishna said quietly in the dead silence, "You don't seem to be so talkative, 001, but that's not important."

"........."

Sisley suddenly sensed something from this tone, she opened her eyes wide in fear, and pressed her lips tightly.

Dr. Krishna's hand gently clenched her wrist, and dragged Sisley across the corner of the room to his real destination.

A huge machine appeared in front of Sisley's eyes, the lone seat had popped out, ready to send anything lying on it into the hatch at any time.

"Lie down."

Standing beside the gigantic machine, Dr. Krishna spoke softly in an irresistible tone.

"The first level of the game is about to begin, 001."