The end game [Zhongyingmei]

Into the lords of hell in a thick fog, Abaddon descended on the New Haven highway.

The goat's horns were invisible on his head, the hem of his snow-white clothes fluttered slightly, and the scent of cedar seemed to melt into the morning wind.

The all-night partying college student stopped in front of him, staggering drunk, and giggled to invite him.

"Want a ride?"

"My pleasure."

Someone vaguely remembered that his voice was as mellow as red wine, and the demon who received the invitation stepped into the human city.

The rose of Gotham changed into a new evening dress, and the soft and paradoxical ribbons floated around her, chasing and playing with a crude clown mask from time to time.

The woman's long light purple hair hangs down her waist. She is sitting on the edge of a tall building, overlooking the entire city. She doesn't know what she is thinking in her scarlet eyes, and the cold light of hunting is vaguely revealed.

And Sisley's body... was whimpering.

She had just hit the floor a little hard, not only was she limping, but she had a big bruise.

Logically, the wound would heal faster if it was rubbed open, but Sisley couldn't do it by herself.

Bruce had to take the ointment and rub his little daughter's knee.

Even though it was just a smack, Sisley's big piece of skin turned a shocking purple-black color, and it was gradually expanding.She was so painful that her eyes were blurred with tears, and she kept inhaling, sincerely praying that the old father would stop quickly.

Bruce's hands were generous and warm, and he pushed the ointment away with proper strength, and then slowly rubbed it into the wound. Repeated several times, the pain eased a lot.

He got up late today, his face was a little pale, and he was still wearing a flannel nightgown.

"dad."

Sisley called him in a low voice, and Bruce responded with a low voice.

"Did you sleep well?" she asked.

In fact, Bruce didn't sleep all night.

He gets news that makes everyone in Gotham shudder: The Joker has escaped from Arkham.

Only the clown knows what he wants to do. This lucid lunatic is the nightmare of Gotham, and he likes to step on Batman's bottom line and dance tango on it.

He had lost a child he loved.

"Gotham is very unsafe recently." Bruce frowned, and said succinctly, "You don't want to go out recently."

As soon as he finished speaking, he realized that his tone was wrong, but Sisley couldn't feel his cock at all, and just nodded obediently, like a little doll.

The old father's heart couldn't help but twitch slightly.

"I mean," he explained a little jerky, "I will worry about you, Sisley."

"I'm worried about Dad too."

Sisley hit a straight ball and wrapped her pinky around Bruce's.

Her icy blue eyes are innocent and gentle, "Will Daddy take care of himself too?"

Bruce stared at her.

For a second, he fell silent as if choked; but he blinked quickly and answered her normally.

"meeting."

Sisley smiled with crooked eyebrows, and let go of the old father's hand.

Bruce Wayne, Gotham's popular lover, brainless rich second generation, playboy, extreme sports enthusiast, in the public's impression, in addition to countless women and getting drunk one after another absurd things , within a year, he always broke himself three or four times.

At this moment, the Gotham knight who is "about to go skiing in the Alps and may break his arm because of it" is standing in the Batcave, paying close attention to the map covered with red dots.

Beside him, Tim is pulling up analytics data, while Damian nonchalantly polishes his knife.

"Red Ribbon," Bruce whispered.

Last night, Red Ribbon performed a performance comparable to that of a Kryptonian. Her methods were more brutal and bloody than ever before. Before he arrived, she had already eaten and wiped out the last drop of blood. It can be said that it is a large-scale cannibal video.

Some experienced old policemen couldn't help but be disgusted by her miserable situation after the hunt.

However, with Bruce's keen intuition over the years, her trajectory became more and more strange.

Bruce's deep eyes fell on the city's bird's-eye view map. The dots representing the red ribbon were twisted and crooked, forming a T-shaped character, which has a tendency to extend forward.

It seemed to be some kind of pattern, or an arrow——what the red ribbon was doing was indicating something, or, in other words, she had the desire to express.

"I want to see if my knife can cut her ribbon."

Damian didn't know when he finished wiping the knife, but at this moment he was also staring at the still image of the red ribbon on the monitor, eager to try.

No you don't want to.Batman took a silent look at his son.

"She... she is very similar to Mephisto." Tim suddenly said, his face was dimly illuminated by the blue light, showing some kind of memory color at this time, "Sisley said that she had only recently arrived in Gotham , she went to see Mephisto that night."

This doesn't sound like some kind of coincidence, and Batman doesn't believe in coincidences either.

So now there's only one question: does Sisley know?

"I'll ask her." Bruce said in a deep voice, his throat tightening.

The video of Wayne Mansion shows Sisley lying on the lawn alone in the sun.

Alfred wouldn't stop a well-behaved puny girl from doing what she wanted, instead he magically found a beautiful checkered picnic blanket and asked Sisley if she wanted a picnic basket, not minding her choice The best place is a garden lawn that was mowed just a few hours ago.

Right now, Sisley is curled up on this picnic blanket, using Wuthering Heights as a pillow, her arms over her face, dozing like a kitten.

solitary.

"She's weak." Damian commented objectively.

"She's your sister," Batman told him.

Damian gave him a flat look, and didn't say anything, obviously trying to put on an attitude of indifference.

Tim didn't want to get involved in this family feud, so he started rummaging through Mephisto's surveillance footage, trying to find a conclusive conclusion, frame by frame.

Batman's thoughts drifted away, and he couldn't help but think of his little daughter, who was alone in the sun.

Something had caused irreversible damage to her, her bones and skin were more fragile, and modern technology could not cure her inexplicable high fever and fainting.

Bruce couldn't imagine what it was like to be "weak", and he didn't have time to ask the most crucial question, why did Sisley return to his world?

"Things" will not happen suddenly, and all the results will be that the gears fit each other to the appropriate position.Bruce thinks he's done nothing, that's what Sisley did herself.

What did she give, and she found her way home.

And what part did her friends play in it?

Tim zoomed in on the big screen comparing Mephisto and the red ribbon, and motioned for Batman to see for himself.

Bruce shook his head.

The purple-haired woman holding Sisley's hand had an odd air about him, just like the Ken he'd seen in New York.He was impressed by the tall, silent man, who had a sense of danger as a criminal, but who was also Sisley's friend.

Maybe those beasts restrained their minions in front of Sisley and disguised themselves as harmless, but Sisley trusted that man and also trusted the red ribbon, just like she trusted her father without reservation , like her family.

[Desire Ribbon Synchronization Level: 40%]

"........."

Mephisto was up to something, and Sisley knew it.

Her body has become more and more uncomfortable recently, and the time of losing consciousness is always longer than waking up, so she can't spare any energy to think about what big things the other self is going to do.

It won't be a bad thing after all.

Sisley turned over, thinking drowsily in the sun.

The virtual human body cannot be transmitted in real time from the remote end, so she didn't know that a second ago, Mephisto just stepped out of the shadow of the colonnade and knocked on the door of the hotel manager's office.

The woman with light purple curly hair showed a gorgeous smile, which instantly dazzled the other party's eyes.

"Hi," Mephisto said softly, "I'm here to apply for a pianist."

[Hell's Black Goat King Synchronization Level: 50%]

"Did you see that person?" The demon brushed a bright red leaf off his shoulder, and talked to the young man beside him with a smile.

"Saw……?"

"It was cold this morning, so there was a bit of frost on the ground. The man couldn't help slipping when he stepped on the frost flakes, and the statue—did you see that statue?"

The young man flicked his eyes bewilderedly with his fingers.

"The brass pipe inside the statue is rusted and rotten." The demon whispered, "The man slipped and hit the pillar of the statue with his head. When he was about to struggle to get up, the statue would collapse and smash into pieces." his head."

"Hey! You—" The young man was surprised by the rudeness of this stranger who suddenly came to accost him, and he was about to jump up to accuse him, but when he turned his head, he found that there was no one beside him.Surprised, he turned his eyes back to the front, so he happened to witness the whole situation of the man falling.

With a sound of "poof", the whole statue smashed into that person's head. The red and pink brains were all scattered on the snow-blue marble statue, dyeing the originally holy angel's face into a filthy mess.

The young man froze in place, dumbfounded, his mind blank.

The invisible demon stood before him, stooping patiently to hear him utter a word from trembling lips.

"……demon."

The police soon arrived, cordoned off the statue, and took away the young man who was muttering as if he had gone mad with fright.

Abaddon watched all this quietly, turned and left.

This is a particularly long day for New Yorkers. In those dark corners where the sun does not shine, amidst the ravings of fanatics, the crackling of candles, and the sound of sticky whips, real demons descended on the world .

Except for the insane client, no one knows what the devil asked for.

After nightfall, Abaddon sent Mephisto a message.

--it's your turn.

After 5 minutes, Mephisto has read.

The black-haired beauty stood in front of the fountain in the square and glanced down at her phone.The neon lights danced softly on his translucent fingertips, people around him came and went, and people turned a blind eye to him.

The synchronization rate of the horns of the black goat gradually decreased, Sisley under the holster: Phew—(paralyzed)

She simply walked to the bench, lay down comfortably, and temporarily melted into a puddle.

The demon cat began to miss the super big bed in the Wayne mansion, while Sisley was in front of the fireplace, staring curiously at the dancing flames.

This was the first thing Dick Grayson saw as he hurried into the hall.

Sisley wore a fluffy nightgown with a waist, which was fluffy and wobbly, more like a good-natured cat whose muscles and bones have been softened by the fire, and whose head can be touched by anyone.

Dick's sister-in-law buff was suddenly touched by this situation, and suddenly he was not in a hurry to find Bruce, but decided to play with Maomao for a while.

Sisley also heard his footsteps as he walked towards the sofa.

The black-haired girl with ice-blue eyes opened happily leaped towards him, and was easily caught by Dick.

"Have a good day?" Dick asked her with a smile.

"Happy!" Sisley happily patted the sofa, motioning for Dick to sit down too, "I'm going to have a picnic today!"

"Really?" Dick followed her words and teased her, and then asked her about recent events. After absorbing enough energy from his cute sister, he remembered Batman who was still waiting for him.

"I'll be right back." He took out a small gift from his pocket as if by magic, and promised while coaxing his sister.

Dick's smile didn't completely disappear until he saw Batman, and it seemed particularly obtrusive amidst the low pressure and dark circles under his eyes.

"Grayson, what good thing happened to you again?"

Damian couldn't hold back and choked him.

"I just saw Sisley."

You have to compare everything to know its value. Facing the piles of rough men in the Batcave, the more Dick thinks about his sister, the cuter he feels.

Damian didn't know what he was slandering in his head, only saw him showing a more pervasive smile, and couldn't help but move away from him coldly.

Bruce waits for a while until both of them shut up.

"I have a dinner party that I have to attend," he said, "but this night watch is high-stakes."

Needless to say, the clown who came out of Arkham will definitely come to trouble Batman; Jason just returned to Gotham a few days ago, and Sisley has an unclear connection with the red ribbon. It is not an exaggeration to be the pinnacle of the Shura field.

Batman's eyebrows twitched, and his whole body felt a headache.

But the life of the double-faced man was destined to be completely torn apart. Bruce took off his cloak, walked out of the dark bat cave, and pushed a gray-blue twill tie into place under the bright light.

The tailor-made suit makes every line extremely sexy, and the right perfume gives people the impression of a playboy at first glance.

Years can't wear away the bright colors on him, Bruce Wayne is still Gotham's popular lover.

He looked at the mirror, and slowly raised a frivolous and gentle smile, and the handsome man in the mirror looked at him, showing the same expression.

"Would it be too exaggerated to add another tie clip?" He turned and asked the old butler who was waiting beside him.

"Perhaps." Alfred sized him up, walking like the wind, and walked back to him with a row of watch boxes.Bruce picked one at random and put it on his wrist.

"Are you ready for battle?" asked the old butler.

"Never, ever ready," Bruce replied.

When Sisley woke up, she realized how many battery cars Abaddon had stolen from her.

Is he going to take out all the batteries in New Haven!Mephistopheles, she thought in shock, had done little by comparison, and now she was just giving her a boost after a frenzied hunt the night before.

The virtual human body doesn't feel tired, but Sisley is still under the leather cover after all, she understands herself, and being mentally sleepy is also sleepy.

For example, at this moment, Ken is still resting in the conscious space, leaving Sisley alone to clumsily unwrap the little gift Dick gave her.

The packaging was more difficult than she expected, and the macaron-colored rope was tangled around, binding Sisley's fingertips together.Fortunately, she was idle even if she was idle, she spent 5 minutes and finally successfully opened the lid of the box.

It was a miniature sunflower dried flower bookmark, and her name was engraved on the bottom. It can be seen that the person who customized this really put his heart into it.

Sisley loves it.

She read it over and over several times before holding the bookmark in the palm of her hand, and the little animal curled up on the sofa like protecting its bones, looking at her baby happily.

She wanted to give Dick a present too, and she wanted to give the whole family a present.The old father wanted it, Dick wanted it, Tim wanted it, Alfred wanted it, and she would take Damian's share, but if Damian didn't want it, then she couldn't help it.

Damian doesn't like people who are weaker than him, and Sisley can say with certainty that based on her body, she is the bottom of this family's force value and falls another [-] meters.

"Hey."

Life is not easy, Sisley Maomao sighed.

Meanwhile, Bruce has arrived at the venue.

This banquet was as boring as all the banquets he had attended. It was full of gentlemen and ladies socializing in the same way, champagne roses were fragrant in the cool air, and everyone's micro-expressions were covered by crystal chandeliers. According to every detail is now.

The whispers buzzed into Bruce's ears like unnatural gusts of wind.Some are about him, and some have nothing to do with him at all. Many people are wondering who his female partner is today and how long it will last.

"Mr. Wayne," an unknown face came over, eager to shake hands with him, "Thank you very much for supporting our—" The words after the project were drowned in the noisy gossip, making Bruce even more Can't remember who said that.

"Ah, yes, yes," he said perfunctorily while looking around, "you are right."

Before the words fell, a sudden change occurred.

There were loud gunshots and deafening howls. A man who looked like a waiter was covered in blood, knocked open the door of the banquet hall, and fell down before he could say anything. His life and death were unknown.

One foot stepped on his back and stepped into the banquet hall.

"What a blast, my friends!"

Gotham's Nightmare spoke in a familiar tone, "That's good, that's good!"

When the clown led his people into the banquet hall, even though Bruce had a premonition, he couldn't help feeling heavy in his heart.

The bodyguards were quickly dealt with, seven or eighty-eight innocent guests screamed amidst the flying broken glass and gunfire, the gorgeous banquet hall was destroyed in a mess, the drinks were knocked on the ground, and David on the fountain was killed. With half the head cut off, like some kind of murder scene.

Bruce's eyes were terribly cold.

In the third minute after Gotham's richest man disappeared from the banquet hall without a sound, Batman, covered in black, broke the glass window of the banquet hall with his claws from the outside, and swayed into the banquet hall on the night wind.

The sound of glass shattering became the only eye-catching noise in the audience, and the clown also raised his head, staring at Batman with a strange expression.

"Ah," said the Clown, "this is an old friend."

He laughed, and without warning, he took out the dagger to stab Batman, and was kicked to the ground, and the two wrestled together like an enraged lion and a poisonous snake.

Everything is messed up, it's terrible.Bruce threw out the batart and hit a masked gangster who was swinging a bat to kill someone.

The clown made such a big battle just to find him, and Bruce could understand his brain circuit; but something was wrong, something was subconsciously ignored by him, and this kind of ailment didn't seem to be brought about by the clown.

He grunted.

Taking advantage of Bruce's distraction, the Joker quickly stabbed him in the upper arm, and then the silent Batman twisted his wrist.

The two aggressive beasts that were still biting just now seized the gap, jumped up, and began to circle around cautiously, preparing to seize the opportunity in the next attack and tear off a piece of each other's flesh.

The clown finally stopped laughing, blood dripped from his forehead, and slid down his pale and fuzzy face, like a ghost coming out of nowhere.

"Look who this is, Batman, the savior of Gotham—"

A grand and beautiful cadenza suddenly interrupted him.

Someone quietly raised her head to look over there, and the pianist sitting in the corner was still playing by herself, or she hadn't stopped playing.

Judging from the back, it was a beautiful woman in an evening gown with her hair neatly coiled under a hat.

Looking at this weird scene, Bruce suddenly had a very bad premonition.

The clown seemed enraged, and directly raised his hand and shot her.

The violin stopped abruptly.

Under everyone's horrified gazes, the red ribbon that caught the bullet burst out from behind her, and the rest of the red ribbons also spun out from the woman's body, the tallest one even scratching the ceiling of the banquet hall, like A wild rosebush.

When she turned around, it was a face as gorgeous as a black dahlia, and eyes that were definitely not human.

They are scarlet, cold, and lustful.

"It's so lively."

Mephisto said.

At this moment, bathed in people's terrified, angry, or dull eyes, stepping on the ranks of the clown's comeback, the darkness of Gotham officially has the name of the red ribbon.

What happened next was the worst nightmare of the year.

Red Ribbon went on a killing spree at the banquet, and her ribbon sucked dry whoever it caught, not only the unlucky and frightened guests, but also the masked gangsters fell to the ground like bowling pins.As more and more blood was sucked, more and more ribbons were floating around her, and the length and strength seemed to never reach the limit.

[Desire Ribbon Synchronization Level: 95%]

The ear-piercing siren sounded from far to near, and thanks to the red ribbon, Batman beat the clown violently without the interference of his minions, and he was firmly in the upper hand at this time.

"Today, today you have to..." he growled hoarsely, "Go back to Arkham!"

The Joker spit out a mouthful of bloody saliva, and sprayed a pump of dark green poison gas on Batman's face.

Batman immediately froze in place, losing strength all over his body, and his form reversed instantly. The Joker took out the dagger, with a distorted smile on his face, and raised it high, about to stab it heavily.

Mephisto saw this scene from the corner of her eye, and a strong killing intent burst out of her chaotic mind.

It seemed that someone told her that no one could touch that dark man, including herself.

[Desire Ribbon Synchronization Level: 98%]

Like a sharp scarlet arrow, Mephisto's red ribbon pierced the clown hard with a blow of fury.

There was no one left standing in the banquet hall.

Batman flew through the window with the last of his strength, Mephisto's red ribbon began to taste the blood of the clown, a lot of sex flooded her mind, she herself lost all strength, staggered to find a place to sit.

Bloody, good, bad, roiling, and Mephisto thinks, she does.

She made such a fuss today with one and only one purpose.

Mephisto must go to Arkham.

The already dilapidated door on the top floor was knocked open again, and the sound of footsteps was uniform. One team was rescuing the guests who fell on the ground, and the other team was locking up the clown and his minions, packing them up and sending them back to Arkham Asylum and Blackgate Prison.

The cold handcuffs were attached to her wrists, and Mephisto was pushed into the police car together.

Confused, she gave a satisfied smile.

Sisley, who was far away in the Wayne mansion, was pushed back to sleep by the housekeeper early.Under the supervision of the other party, she drank a cup of hot milk to help sleep, tasted the almond powder that was warm and sleepy, and didn't pierce it. Instead, she pattered upstairs with Dick's gift.

Ken woke up the moment she closed the door, came out of consciousness space into the real world, and carried Sisley back to her own bed.

His entity no longer glowed with the scary blue light as before, but had the texture and temperature of a normal human being again, presumably it was the battery stolen by Mephisto and Abaddon.

— Are you worried about them?

"Hmm." Sisley nestled in his arms, looking at the system prompts that kept swiping the screen in distress.

[Desire Ribbon Synchronization Level: 96%]

[Desire Ribbon Synchronization Level: 92%]

[Desire Ribbon Synchronization Level: 95%]

Compared to the reliable and gentle Abaddon who will not rise at all when it reaches 50%, Mephisto can be said to be explosive at any time. Sally's blood pressure was full.

"Am I usually so unreliable?" She couldn't help being dumbfounded, and began to doubt life.

——Maybe it’s because of the props.

Ken patted her on the back reassuringly.

The almond flour and hot milk started to work, and Sisley yawned delicately, slipped into Ken's arms, and closed her eyes.

Ken stroked her satin-black hair momentarily until her breathing had evened out and she fell into a deep sleep.

He suppressed his breath and listened carefully to the movement downstairs.

A series of stumbling and hurried footsteps appeared from the ground, and when they reached the living room, they suddenly became heavier and stopped again, as if someone had thrown themselves into the soft cushions of the sofa.

There is the sound of drinking water.The sound of vomiting.The faint roar of pain floated up along the night wind, and was mostly blocked by the gauze curtain.

Bruce was badly injured.

The large Sisley was just about to shake her smaller self, who was sleeping in her arms, when Ken put his hand on the black-haired girl, and suddenly stopped.

He couldn't feel, couldn't empathize with Sisley anymore.

It was as if someone had cut off the connection between her and him, and a signal blocking device had been implanted in the dream, so he couldn't wake Sisley up now, and Sisley couldn't communicate with him without hindrance.

Ken's aura quickly sank.

Sisley found herself wandering the streets.

This is near her apartment, where she lived in the last few months of her previous life. She came to the small park for a walk in the morning, bought the meals she needed at noon, and went home in the afternoon.

Ginkgo leaves crunched on the soles of her feet.Sisley ran happily and suspiciously for a while, and tried to jump into the fallen leaves.

The whole street was empty.

The sun gradually disappeared behind the clouds, and the sky became overcast.The wind blew over Sisley's cheeks, evoking a vague fishy smell.

From a certain moment, she suddenly felt like a light on her back.

Something was staring at her.

Sisley walked first, then ran, the fog was thicker and thicker, covering her familiar landmarks, she had to find a way and run all the way along it, and those eyes kept sticking to her back, annoying Gotta make her shudder.

Eventually, she was blocked by a pile of stone statues at a dead end in an alley.

Sisley kicked and kicked desperately as the statues reached out to grab her.But this time, she kicked the hands and face of the stone statue easily, and the snow-blue stone statue was turned pink and pink by her, and she couldn't catch her at all.

They crackled into dust in the wind.

Sisley: ...

Sisley:! !

The sun reappeared above her head, dispelling the sticky mist, and the wind brought the fragrance of flowers.Sisley wandered the streets for a while before deciding to return to the real world.

wake up.

She blinked her dry eyes, and suddenly realized that Ken had stuffed her into his arms. This was a very protective position, and Ken also noticed her waking up immediately.

—Someone blocked me from seeing your dream.

He succinctly told her the ins and outs.

Strangely, Sisley knew that she had a nightmare last time, but she couldn't remember what she lost in that nightmare; and this time, she still knew it was a nightmare, but she remembered everything that happened Clearly.

Moreover, she brought something out of her dream.

Sisley opened her palm, and there lay a piece of sand that was not completely crushed.

If this makes it clear, she thought silently, but couldn't help but feel shuddering.

In the dream, what she experienced was the real world.