The end game [Zhongyingmei]

"Troublemaker." Sisley said disapprovingly.

She was held in Mephisto's arms like a doll, and the skin of beauties, one big and one small, touched, and in an instant, she could clearly see what happened last night from another perspective.

After a good night's sleep, Sisley was free to log in to the game. As she expected, the inexplicable low-grade fever was another bug in the game. The game gave a warning when the synchronization rate of five- and six-star special props rose too high. As the synchronization rate increases, the virtual human body will be temporarily assimilated into thinking: at 80.00%, it still has consciousness, and at [-]%, it will be completely controlled by special props.

Out of control means trouble.

Mephisto read her thoughts and snorted.

After one night, the synchronization rate of the desire ribbon dropped back to [-]%, and it could be firmly retracted into her body, no different from ordinary people.The beautiful big beauty is wearing a silk bathrobe that can't cover anything, as long as she doesn't open her eyes, she can do anything pleasing to the eye.

Sisley also let her hold her, her white and soft fingers stuck to Mephistopheles face, rubbing back and forth against such a black dahlia-like face; she was hugged tightly by another self , Mephisto was absorbing her unreasonable happiness, suppressing back the eager desire in her bone marrow.

Sisley nestled in her fragrant bosom, and began to make small calculations. Every time Mephisto came out, he used much more energy than Ken. As fast as the energy bar grew, it would regress at the speed of light. The ribbon of desire It cannot be removed from the simulated human body, and it is a compulsory consumption; but the battery car that Mephisto earned with her own strength, of course Sisley allows her to stay as long as she wants.

— There are people outside the door.

Ken also accumulated a lot of energy the last time he came out, but he was very energy-efficient, and he has quietly returned to the consciousness space.

It should be Alfred.Sisley thought, hugging Mephisto, who had cold eyes, until Mephisto, although dissatisfied, followed Ken back to Sisley's consciousness space.

The chaotic star trails, the humidity of the harbor and the deserted night collided with each other, Mephisto was extremely aggressive, and Sisley couldn't get used to it for a while.She froze for a moment, then ran all the way over and opened the door for Alfred.

The silver-haired old butler stood outside the door. The introversion and calmness of the British were fully reflected in him, but when Alfred slightly lowered his head and smiled at her, Sisley still felt sincerity.

"Good morning, Grandpa Alfred." She greeted obediently.

"Good morning, Miss Sisley," the old housekeeper looked at her kindly, "You can call me Alfred directly, it is my honor. It is already nine o'clock in the morning, would you like to get off the bed?" Do you want breakfast?"

"Going downstairs sounds good, how about Dad?" Sisley asked.The closet in the room is full of clothes that are exactly her size, and I don't know how to measure them accurately. Today, she wore a snow-white off-the-shoulder embroidered dress, which made her look even more long and black, and her waist was so slender that she couldn't hold it.

The girl's eyebrows poured out an astonishing beauty and temperament, and the ice blue eyes showed a little melancholy softness because of the mist.

"Master Wayne isn't up yet," said the old butler.

"Dad's work is so hard."

Sisley yawned delicately, and walked downstairs slowly. Alfred was half a step behind her, observing her reaction calmly.

On the second day after the girl came home, the cameras in every corner of Wayne Manor were watching her, and she was the only one in the restaurant.

Superhero family relationships have always been somewhat unusual.Hierarchy-rules-strange schedule-unavoidable missed appointments, etc., it is difficult for ordinary people to adapt, and they may feel embarrassed or alienated.

But Sisley's reaction was even more strange.She walked safely to the lower left side of the table, sat down, and actually started eating breakfast.Sisley moved gracefully, the knife and fork did not touch the porcelain plate at all, and she ate very slowly and infrequently. Even cutting an fried egg could make her show her concentration.

Alfred thought he was watching a small bird pecking at the crumbs reservedly.

"Master Wayne."

The answer to the old butler was a muffled groan under the quilt.

The long-lost sunshine of Gotham City spilled into the room without hesitation, and fell on Bruce Wayne's sturdy body like a Greek sculpture.It's just that there is a bandage wrapped around the sculpture's arm. Although no blood oozes out, such a large circle still highlights the scope of the wound.

"At this point in time, Miss Sisley has already had breakfast."

"Sisley?"

The person in the quilt quickly woke up, only the voice still sounded muffled.Bruce lifted the quilt, and most of the sleepiness disappeared.

"How is she?"

"Miss Sisley is fine." The old housekeeper's voice was flat and gentle, "When she asked about you, I said you were sleeping."

As if he knew what Bruce was going to say, he added.

"Miss Sisley didn't say anything. She ate breakfast alone."

Bruce was silent for a while, he was wide awake now.

"On the chart of being a good father, I'd probably score 0. Damian isn't there - isn't Tim either?"

"Master Tim has been staying up late for 36 hours straight." The old butler walked to the window and opened the curtains further. Bruce sat up from the bed and began to get dressed.

Alfred then heard Bruce sigh.

"Sisley wants to play in Gotham." Bruce buttoned the third button of his shirt, "I..." He didn't continue.

"Master Damian is at Jonathan's house," Alfred said.

"Damian tried to break his neck when he and Dick first met, he might be able to get along with Sisley, but even I couldn't push him any further."

Standing on the ground, Bruce flexed his bandaged arm under his shirt, feeling the pain revive in every cell.Everything from last night came again with pain, and his voice was deep, as if there was a stone in his stomach.

"Alfred, I saw the red ribbon last night."

"What did she do?" The old housekeeper's tone remained unchanged.

"She didn't kill anyone, but the pain she inflicted on them was worse than killing them. Thirty-five people, who resisted or not, had their limbs and ribs broken, and she sucked their blood - until they fell unconscious. "The trail she left was amazing, but I couldn't find any clues in it. She just—did that, like a hunt."

"Are you worried about Miss Sisley?" Alfred asked.

"...The whole Gotham City is getting more and more dangerous."

Bruce looked out the window, his eyes heavy.

The sun is jumping in the clouds, golden and warm, but also so far away.