The end game [Zhongyingmei]

Sisley was held by her old father.

Wayne Manor in the twilight is like a quiet old castle, everything is luxurious, solemn, cool-toned, and even a bit gloomy.

--Do not be afraid.

Ken's voice was very soft, like a hallucination floating in the wind.

He showed up decisively, but it was too late.Sisley tried her best to suppress the urge to shiver, but her eyelashes trembled violently, and her breathing suddenly froze.Bad emotions began to surge up, and she didn't want to recall any details, but the darkness and pain pierced through her fragile nerves.

— Sisley, close your eyes.

Ken began to manipulate her body.An unfamiliar force took over her legs, saving her from being noticed by Bruce.

good.Sisley complied obediently, grasping the light like a drowning man.She unconsciously followed the old father's pace, Bruce's palm was dry and warm, and he held her tightly without making her feel uncomfortable.

one.She counts in her head.

two.

The old father's big hands tightly wrapped hers, and Sisley opened her eyes, and she saw the thick muscle lines under the old father's suit, the resolute chin, and the reassuring and reliable Pacific wide shoulders.

three.

Sisley started breathing again.

- Don't be afraid, this is your home.

Ken's deep and turbulent emotions completely enveloped Sisley, and she was hugged hard.

"Are we home?" she murmured.

Bruce thought his little girl was talking to him, so he replied, "Yeah.

Sisley's eyes light up almost immediately in the light of the street lamp; for a second, Bruce thinks he sees tears.But when he took a closer look, the girl was just smiling happily, and she shook his arm coquettishly, but her nose was not red, so she couldn't see anything wrong.

He looked away suspiciously.

The main house was as cold and gorgeous as Sisley had imagined. The furniture and furnishings were all antiques, and they were regularly maintained. However, it was not very popular, and it was not even as warm and bright as a hotel room.

However, the Sisley who prepared herself mentally was no longer the Sisley who was about to fall when her legs gave way just now. She adapted very well, greeted the old grey-haired housekeeper, and didn't even have a cup of hot tea. After being able to drink to the mouth, Sisley was obediently carried by the old father to take her temperature.

38 degrees nine, in a fever.

Sisley suspects that this is a game that has not appeared for a long time and is running a mentally retarded bug, but the old father is close at hand, and she really can't do anything that will cause trouble to her upper body. Her old father put an ice patch on her forehead with a bang.

The broken hair in front of the girl's forehead was thrown into a mess, and a huge white ice sticker was pasted on it. The scene was once very funny.She seemed to want to sit upright, but she couldn't help sliding under the chair. Her icy blue eyes were wide open, looking wet and dazed. She looked like a little cat who was very confused about her own situation.

"Sleepy?" Bruce asked her in a low voice.

Sisley nodded silently.

Bruce's steel-blue eyes looked at her, cold, suppressed poignancy in them.After blinking again, he had put away all the emotions that Sisley shouldn't have seen, and he was a reliable old father who could hold her tightly with warm palms.

"Go and see your room," Bruce said, "They have a present for you."

"Great."

Sisley began to feel dizzy from burning, but fortunately, the cooling effect of the ice stickers was sufficient, so that she could not even lose her balance.After struggling to swallow the hot dryness in her throat, Sisley obediently followed Bruce upstairs.She stepped on the soft carpet, and she didn't make a sound——

Bruce led her to a stand in front of a door.

"This whole area is your room, no one lives here."

He put the key in Sisley's hand, and motioned her to open the door with this heavy silver key.

Sisley inserted the key into the lock, twisted it around, took out the key, and pushed the door open.

The door of the room opened silently, and the furnishings inside were completely different from the style of Wayne Mansion.The ceiling and walls are painted a sunny pale cream yellow, and the minimalist wooden squares, large and small, are filled with books, strange and precious decorations, and some branded plush dolls that are worth a lot at first glance. There are colorful and gorgeous flower arrangements on it, light blue sandy curtains swaying by the bay window of the master bedroom, the doors of the bathroom, activity room and cloakroom are closed, Sisley can only see the oversized bed, It is soft, with a dark gray and pure white background, and the pattern is still a fresh plant illustration, which contrasts with the light cream yellow wall.

The bedroom itself is impossibly large, and it's obvious that someone put a lot of effort into decorating it, without the pretentious pink princess look.Sisley ran around, studying her new nest, while Bruce waited patiently.Sisley went around to look behind the bed again, a mountain-high pile of presents was being piled up in that small corner with plush carpet.

"I like it here!" She announced happily, and happily rushed to Bruce's side, hugging the old father tightly.

Bruce stroked her beautiful, fluffy head a little jerky. After the girl inspected her territory, her hair was wet from running, and she looked up at him with a small face, with sincere joy in her eyes.

No Bat Cub had ever treated Batman this way, so Batman ceased to exist in front of Sisley.

"As long as you like it." Bruce was silent for a moment and told her.

After the excitement passed, Sisley began to feel sleepy. The girl put the keys next to the bedside table, and it was so dark that she couldn't see clearly outside the window.Bruce walked over, closed the window, sat back on the bed, and patted Sisley's thin shoulder under the quilt.

"Go to sleep." He hesitated a little, but the old father's heart prevailed, "Go to sleep, Sisley, just sleep and you'll be fine."

Bruce didn't exit the room until Sisley's breathing was steady.

The door closed behind him, Ah Fu was already waiting at the stairs.

"Master Wayne, how is Miss Sisley? Does she like the decoration of her room?" the silver-haired housekeeper asked.

"She does." Bruce only answered the second question.He started to walk downstairs, unbuttoning a shirt button, but still struggling to breathe.

How is Sisley?She is not good, her health is extremely poor, she didn't wake up all the way on the plane, and she still had to sleep when she arrived in Wayne, extremely lethargic, combined with these unexplained fevers, is it a genetic defect?Or is it the consequence of space-time turbulence?

Bruce couldn't even think about it.

At least not tonight.

"It's late at night, Master Wayne," Alfred said behind his back.

"I know."

Bruce said hoarsely.

At the same time, the moment Sisley fell asleep, Mephisto opened his eyes.

She sat on the roof of the building, the red ribbon floating and twisting in her body, like a rose breaking through the ground.

The night is just beginning, this hunting, carnival, she's going to plunder as much as she can, and what's too dark, let it all go away; she'll enjoy the dawn.

"...my dear, you want to hear my name."

Mephisto said softly.

The red dress fluttered in the wind, and under the moonlight, Mephisto fiddled with her light purple curly hair.

She revealed a pair of eyes that were not human.

Rose is ready to kill.