The end game [Zhongyingmei]

"Then get out." Mephisto stepped forward with his long snow-white legs, and it seemed that he was going to come over to pick her up.

"I want to ask Dad first." Sisley struggled, and Mephisto flicked her little head angrily, and was swayed by Sisley's fawning hands; Mephisto easily Pulling her over, he rubbed Sisley's body lightly and hard.Within two strokes, the girl was so scratched that she giggled and couldn't breathe.

"Stop, stop..." Sisley burst into tears as she laughed, she couldn't kick, she couldn't escape, her pleading voice was like a purring milk cat.Mephisto held her small, white wrists, and they dangled before her eyes like the first snow, fragile and pure.

The fierce desire to destroy and protect surged up like a sea wave, making her just want to lock Sisley back into her arms, even if it meant strangling her bones.

"It will hurt," Sisley told her.

Mephisto let out an incomprehensible snort, and grabbed Sisley back into his arms.

Skin-to-skin contact, Mephisto no longer scratched her itch, Sisley hugged Mephisto softly for a while, until Mephisto's boiling desire calmed down.The strength with which she hugged Sisley was still undeniable, but this embrace was soft and smelled like roses!There was nothing wrong with being hugged by another self, and Sisley happily rested her little head on Mephisto's beautiful shoulder socket.

"I really like you," she murmured.

Mephisto grabbed her by the collar and brought Sisley to his eyes, like fate caught the nape of a poor helpless cat.

"You told Ken that too."

She gave Sisley a haughty look, and pressed her back to her shoulder.

The sun went down.

The evening sky is half purple, half indigo, and the horizon is tinged with gold, gorgeous, intense, and hopeless, and it looks like it's going to rain tomorrow.Has Gotham always been like this?Sisley lay in Mephisto's arms, thinking quietly.Do you like Gotham?she asked again.

"No." Mephistopheles answered her.But a stream of honest weak currents exploded from Mephisto's consciousness, and the numbing electricity was on Sisley's body, which was bright pink, cold purple, hot and humid, dangerously dizzying pleasure .

"Okay, I have to go find my father." Sisley understood her duplicity, leaned up to kiss Mephisto's snow-white cheek, and stared at her with pale blue eyes , at such a close distance, even the vest she pinched was a hundred thousand times more beautiful, and she was dazed and instinctively praised her for being beautiful.

Mephisto was really flattered.

The big beauty put her arms around Sisley's waist and put her down, then pinched her jaw, and checked whether her eyes were bloodshot from playing games for a long time.Sisley was forced to look up, and for a moment it was difficult to tell whether it was the old father who was picked up cheaply, or Mephisto was taller.

"I'm taller."

Mephisto "heard" it, and she showed a half-smile expression, gorgeous and cold.But Sisley made a gesture, and this expression fell on her body. It should be just the usual smile of "smiling because I think it's funny".

No wonder the old father would over-interpret it.

When Sisley was finally let out of the room, it was almost dark.She tentatively walked down the corridor, turning on the lights one by one along the way.The darkness makes her hands and feet weak, this is my home.She told herself over and over that Mephisto was here too.

--do not be afraid.

The presence of Mephisto is like a sudden current, out of place but effective.

She stuns Sisley while reducing her sense of fear.

"Thank you." Sisley smiled softly.She clenched Mephisto's hand tightly in the consciousness space, and the other party did not pull away this time.

It can't be seen from the surveillance camera, but from Sisley's own perspective, a small real-time map is displayed on the game light screen floating beside her, clearly marking her destination: her father's study.

The Batcave (the Chamber of Secrets) is also clearly marked behind the bookshelves in the library.

Sisley suppressed the complaints in her heart.Mephisto looked at the map in her conscious space, and Sisley could feel her emotions: it was interesting.

In fact, she is also very interested.

However, if she touches it rashly, Tim will definitely be the first to stop her.

—Would you like to gamble?

What are you betting on?Sisley thought in bewilderment.

——I bet Ah Fu will come sooner.Mephisto gave a short laugh, and Sisley only had time to hear the pleasure in her tone.Maybe Mephisto is right, after all, the steward of DC, the Almighty God.

Ken suddenly went online at this moment.

—I bet on Bruce.he said succinctly.

What about the stakes?Sisley realized the key problem.

—Who can take you out to play tomorrow.Mephisto and Ken spoke at the same time.

Two dangerous characters at a time will play too much, but there is only one. Stepping on the nerve line of the old father and spreading his wings, it is not only a good thing to increase the energy bar, but also to watch a very catchy family ethics drama.

With full confidence in Bruce Wayne's bushy crown, the three Sisleys finally agreed.

Under the monitoring, Sisley's movement trajectory seemed to be fine.The girl had just arrived, she had been quiet in the room all day, and when the evening approached, she finally couldn't help but come out to explore the way, which made sense.

However, Tim's sleepy eyeballs are about to fall out, and he can't really let the eyeballs fall out, because as the only technical talent stationed in the Batcave, he has to watch the surveillance and ensure the safety of Gotham. On the premise of not being bombarded by a lunatic, pay attention to this little sister who has only been here for less than 24 hours from time to time.

If she suddenly found out about the biggest secret of the Wayne family, then things would really turn into fireworks.

... He sighed wearily, touched the mug on the table, and took a big gulp of cold coffee.Sleep, like trust, sincerity, and peace, is an impossibly remote thing.Gotham's recent red ribbon is obviously a big problem. A large number of super villains headed by the clown have escaped from Arkham Asylum. Everyone is very busy. Gotham itself is like a mess, like a cold and dirty night. rain.

The burden on Batman's shoulders was even heavier, and he even took time to go to New York to get his own cub.Tim hasn't really met her until now. He only knows that she has the same black hair and blue eyes as Bruce, is not in good health, and has a mysterious origin.

Red Robin hasn't had a good night's sleep for nearly four days either.He took another sip of cold coffee, and shifted his focus back to the girl in the surveillance. She was still curiously touching her, but she was not threatening.

However, she was getting closer and closer to the library.

Tim hesitated for a moment whether he should go out by himself.For a while, he used his remaining rationality to consider his image, the time it would take to explain who he was, and the average amount of problems a girl could cause.He needs less trouble.

He finally chose to send a text message.

"Miss Sisley, do you want to have dinner?"

Alfred's footsteps were also very soft, just at the level where he was not rude and would not scare Sisley.She turned around in surprise, and saw that the silver-haired old housekeeper was still as meticulous as in the morning, not even a single strand of hair was messed up.

—the smell of blood.Mephisto sniffed it keenly, and Ken also made a small bubble, although Sisley didn't smell anything at all.

Possibly Dad's wound.Sisley thought melancholy that tomorrow she would see him "scratched his arm due to careless rock climbing" in the tabloids.

In the old housekeeper's eyes, her pause seemed to be her own thoughts again; the girl's face was small, porcelain white, and her eyes were unfocused, making her even more pitiful and cute.No one would have the heart to interrupt her, until Sisley made a splash and surfaced from her own thoughts.

"Ah..." she said cheerfully, "I remember what I was going to say. Can I hang out, Alfred?"

"Now?" the old butler asked gently.

"Not now." Sisley looked at him with icy blue eyes dimly, "Tomorrow. Can't it?"

"I have to ask Master Bruce, Miss Sisley." The old housekeeper answered her.

But no one would say no to Sisley's simple request.

--I won.

Mephisto announced.