The end game [Zhongyingmei]

Ken sat next to Sisley, watching her quietly, the night lights in the room dragging his shadow so long that the shapes cast on the walls were almost creepy.

But really, Ken was just thinking sourly and sweetly, Sisley looks so cute!She curled up in the quilt, only her little furry head was exposed, her delicate fingers were scratching the edge of the quilt, her black hair was stained with the halo of the night light, shining like satin.

The tall, silent, blond man took off his mask and lay down on the other side of the bed.Sisley was still in her sleep, and she only grunted when she was pulled into her arms by another self, and turned around very well, and was hugged tightly by him.Warm by the pillow, Ken's embrace carried the dampness and coldness of the night, Sisley's dreams were vaguely shared with him, in the silent moonlight, he saw the eternal sun, the sparkling sea , and blooming lawn with wildflowers.

Sisley's consciousness is warm, floating like the fog among the mountains.

Ken, who was tired all day, relaxed a little, and a silent and satisfied sigh overflowed from his chest. The strength the mask gave him was enough to keep the wound from being infected, so he simply didn't care about it.Sisley was having a sweet dream, and he was "watching" Sisley having a sweet dream, and Sisley could see him "watching" her having a sweet dream in her dream, one soul and two bodies, doubled the happiness.

The two Sisleys touched their heads and fell asleep curled up like this.

[Warning: Five-star equipment wings [Desire Ribbon] synchronization rate has risen to 80.00%. 】

Night Breeze brushed past Mephisto's ear, and it exploded into a shriek that seemed to be a precursor to an attack.

"Thank you for the hospitality." She said to herself, using the back of her hand to wipe away the blood dripping from the corner of her mouth when she was devouring it, and licked every snow-white finger clean with satisfaction.She's a bit out of control, but that's okay—

The ribbon leaned over gently, touching Mephisto's snow-white cheek affectionately, like an obsessed child.

There is no one here who can stand and stare at her, and the comatose bodies that only have the ability to breathe are lying on the ground. Mephistopheles cleverly crushed their bones, and there are dirty, spraying Blood, the fishy smell in the air was so strong that it irritated the eyes, and in the dark corner, the rustling sound in the iron cage became louder.

Cages, more cages were silent, Mephisto's ribbon stretched into the next door, and cages large and small were piled from ceiling to floor.

"Little mouse, be good."

Mephisto turned to that side and said with a smile.

The things in the iron cage flinched, and there was no sound.

But Mephisto started going in that direction.The sound of high-heeled shoes stepped on the sticky pool of blood, she heard her holding her breath, and the smell of fear began to come out.Take it easy, she thought, I don't kill people, this is Gotham that I have to help protect, Father's Gotham.

Apparently, the little mouse thought she had solved those people, and Mephisto suppressed the laughter back to the bottom of his throat.

The cage was covered with a ground-reaching black cloth, and Mephisto stood in front of the cage in a vicious manner, and did not move until the things in the cage could not hold their breath. Luckily, he began to breathe slowly.

The black cloth was lifted high with a swish of a ribbon, the wind blew up Mephistopheles' light purple hair, and the moonlight fell on her high heels and on her bloodstained dress.The little mouse in the cage huddled up and looked up at her suddenly. Mephisto saw his own shadow in his dilated pupils, and also understood the fear and amazement in his eyes.

It turned out to be a little boy!Mephisto wondered, would children grow wings on their backs nowadays?The ribbon was about to move, swaying left and right, and Mephisto's mind became numb. She seemed expressionless, but she was thinking dully, what was it called?If it is the superhero world——

"...You, are you...a mutant?"

The little boy's hand holding the cage was trembling. He was petrified, but the desire for freedom overcame everything. He asked her in a hoarse voice that he hadn't spoken for a long time, full of hope.

Yep, called mutants.

It was as if he had found the right song by listening to the song, and the puzzle was perfectly pushed into the final blank. Mephisto smiled in satisfaction.

If it was Sisley's real body, this smile would be as cute and sweet as a cat, but unfortunately Mephisto's face was pinched into a monster and glamorous that is not human at all, so this smile turned into a malicious and cold grin, The blood had solidified on her plaster-like snow-white chin. Mephisto's fingernails were pointy, her eyes were blood red, and her pupils were only the size of pinpoints. The whites of her eyes were pure black.

Standing in this hellish scene, she was covered in scarlet, like the most beautiful and most vicious rose.

"Little mouse, do I look like a mutant?" Mephisto asked in a good mood as the self-conscious ribbon dangled behind him like a cat's tail, and his san value kept dropping.She squatted down, and in order to express her friendliness, she got closer to the little boy, so close that she could see herself in his pupils.

"I'm not."

Mephisto laughed and said that under the moonlight, her teeth were as sharp as sharks and as cold as knives.

The little boy's lips trembled, and the next second, she saw the boy's pupils dilate unnaturally. Under her gaze, he fell down in a very slow motion, with a dazed and desolate expression, and fell to the bottom of the cage with a bang , the wings did not lift him up.

The skinny child, hungry and frightened, passed out.

"?!"

Mephisto has a habit of doing bad things, and for a moment he didn't know how to pull the iron cage away without hurting the little boy.The ribbons stretched into the gap ignorantly, pulled left and right, finally pulled out a hole, and hurriedly entangled the little boy and pushed him out of the iron cage.

"What a little fool." She observed the little boy's fluttering wings, while pulling back the ribbon that was restlessly trying to absorb fresh blood, and said with disgust and affection, "Don't suck his blood, he will die."

If someone actually dies at her hands, she's crossed the line.People are killing people everywhere in the darkness of Gotham. The darkness itself has no bottom line, but Batman can't, justice can't.

Mephisto closed her eyes, and she smiled slightly.At such a moment, she even wanted to hum a song as a neat finish.

Before the time came, the actors needed to take a curtain call temporarily. The night wind in the city brought the harsh siren of the police car. She called the police, and many people were on their way.

Batman came before the cops.

The Batarang brushed against her ear, and Mephisto started to move when he sensed the approaching black figure.Without looking at what was happening behind her, she threw the fainting little boy in the ribbon straight to Batman who was just about to attack, and the bright red ribbon danced imperviously around her, crazy, strange and paradoxical, as if every day Each root has a life of its own.

"Leave Gotham, this place does not belong to you."

Batman's reaction speed was extremely fast, he immediately caught the little boy firmly, but the atmosphere also became stalemate, his hoarse voice came from under the mask, his jaw tightened against the backlight.Mephisto could clearly smell the same strong smell of blood on his body.hurt?She didn't turn around to look, more sense of chaos filled Mephisto's mind, malice couldn't control the surging, the hunt could obviously continue for a while.

In Batman's eyes, the whole scene is like purgatory. People with severed arms and legs are buried in a pool of blood, and an intact woman stands in the shadows. She can't see her face. Protruding from the overly beautiful body are those superpower-like red ribbons, they dangle around her, each one is like a bright red that has sucked blood, making people shudder.

She didn't say a word, but there was a bestial greed in the air.

Batman is ready for a tough fight, he could suffer worse than the dog bite on his arm, a child still lying in his arms, worst case scenario, this new criminal— — The superhuman — the anti-hero — would suck his blood dry.He said nothing, and waited for the deeds of this newborn evil.

But she did nothing in the end.

The woman with light purple seaweed hair gracefully lifted the skirt and began to walk into the distance.Before entering the darker darkness, she suddenly turned her head, allowing him to see half of her face clearly, the blood-stained snow-white skin was exposed, and there was an eye that humans would never have, scarlet, cold, and full of indifference.

She glanced at him.

Maybe her hunting is over, maybe she is unwilling to put in the energy to solve the troubles near the end, Batman is a little shocked, but he also clearly realizes that the distance to stop her at this time is no longer enough.In less than three seconds, her figure completely melted into the night of Gotham like a ghost.

Batman closed his eyes, hiding the storm in his heart.

Mephisto, who was wearing a silk nightgown, walked towards the bed with the moisture from the bathroom, took a shower and a bubble bath, and the bloody smell on her body was completely washed away, leaving only the warm and expensive scent of rose essential oil, Every strand of hair is blown dry.

I couldn't enjoy hunting to the fullest, but Mephisto is also in a good mood now.

She sat down slowly by the bed, and pushed Ken who had opened his eyes and looked at her quietly.

Ken silently carried Sisley into the middle, making room for Mephisto to lie down.Three Sisleys of different sizes squeezed each other on the same bed, feeling the happiness that money can bring: such a big bed is enough to accommodate three people.

Mephisto is really sleepy.Like a very aggressive leopard, she circled the main body who was sleeping like a fool, and then surrounded most of Ken. The three Sisleys were face to face like this, sharing the sweet dream of the main body. I fell asleep sweetly.