The end game [Zhongyingmei]

On the top floor of Arkham Asylum, Mephisto gently exhaled the blood-smelling air.

There was not even a slate in the cell, so she could only lie on the concrete floor.It was late at night, and a pale and faint light was flickering in the deepest part of the corridor, but Mephisto could see the faint green dots in the reflection of the glass as long as he tilted his head slightly.

A nano-bomb was tightly around her neck at this moment.

Before being put on the collar, Mephisto struggled a few times; the virtual human body can be reshaped with energy at any time, and the bomb on her neck is just a beautiful decoration.

But on the first day of entering Arkham, he enjoyed the treatment of the highest-level prisoners, which Mephisto could not have imagined.

The cell next door is empty because the clown is being treated in the emergency room.

Half an hour ago, her ribbon pierced his breastbone mercilessly, gave the madman who provoked her repeatedly a good time, and took nearly a cup of blood from his body to drink.

The filth and madness in the blood made Mephisto feel a little giddy, the clown's blood tasted like a cancerous tumor that bloomed on a summer evening, so rotten and cruel that it almost dripped, it was nectar for the ribbon of desire Yulu.

She was going to say no, but it's too fragrant.jpg

Mephisto decided to use the clown as a mobile drink station, and would come here from time to time. After all, Arkham was not a comfortable place, and she had to stay here for a while until she found the information she needed.

Forty years ago, Arkham Asylum launched a top-secret experiment called "Eternal Life".

The moment Mephisto found out the name, he felt chills.

Sisley appeared in this world at the wrong time, in the wrong place, and in the wrong way; since this is the outer world, the inner world cannot collapse out of thin air.

Her main body is currently suffering from serious illnesses, and that clever little brain can exert [-]% to [-]% of it, which is good enough, but the rest of Sisley who was scattered is all strong and strong, with a clear mind.

They would like to be her cute little fool happily, and be their power bank in Wayne Mansion, and the rest of Sisley will do the dirty work.

Eternal life is a word that has nothing to do with Sisley at first glance. She is weak and sick, and a bullet can kill her. What is the use of her eternal life?

But what if what they want is not Sisley, but the split Sisley?

Those virtual human bodies that are healthy, strong, sharp and eternally young are the true sense of immortality.

When a body dies, energy is used to reshape it; when a body is broken, energy is used to repair it.

Mephisto had to find and read the document related to Sisley, and after she found it, she had to destroy it.

But Arkham was almost the territory of these criminals, she couldn't just sneak in here and rummage through things.

She must first be a part of it, so as not to be suspected.

People always tend to ignore the lethality of a woman and focus too much on her other aspects.Mephisto stayed in the center of Gotham, and the wind and rain hit the firepower, while Abaddon was more suitable for exerting the power of the magic side.

--it's your turn.

Mephisto closed his eyes, quietly pressed against the cold concrete floor, and slowly fell asleep.

--receive.

The black-haired beauty had shed her camouflage in the daytime, and showed some inhuman paleness and indifference under the moonlight.

Countless statues with strange postures crawled under his feet, and he stepped on them lightly and crushed them hard.

Half of the flesh-and-blood angel's face was shattered, and it should be a statue of a dead thing, but it gave him a vicious look.

These are eyes, filthy prying eyes.

With a sound of "bang", Abaddon kicked the eye that dared to move and flew out. The angel's face was howling sharply, and it was turned into dry dust in the wind, and was swept up by the invisible wind, and sent back to the sky. Abaddon's hand.

"You dare." He said coldly, word for word.

Above the entire city, five statues crookedly formed a crossed pentagram. The maggots hadn't found a gap yet. This was just a cautious group attack, but Abaddon was already feeling impatient.

Seventy years ago, New Haven's largest underground testing site disappeared in a devastating explosion.

All the paper materials were burned in the explosion, and the core researchers died without a body. Therefore, the research was forced to stop, and the test site was completely abandoned. The citizens of New Haven, who didn't know it, lived in the scorched shadow again.

Forty years ago, the experiment was restarted at Arkham Asylum in Gotham.

A month ago, 21-year-old Sisley "died" in the other world.

At the same time, 16-year-old Sisley appeared in New York.

The devil's treaty emerged from the void, and Abaddon glanced at it roughly with lowered eyes, and signed it in cursive script smartly.

"I, Abaddon," he read perfunctorily, "Lord of Hell and Plague—"

Promise to leave timing and ending alone, and never speak an honest word again.

"It's fair." The black-haired beauty laughed loudly, and the shadow behind him slowly twisted.

Mephisto and Abaddon had been out fighting all night, and Sisley—Sisley was flirting with Ken again.

[Hell's Black Goat King Synchronization Level: 99%]

Sisley:? ? ?

"Didn't I just praise him for being reliable—" She poked the light screen in amazement, trying to poke out a bug notification, but there was nothing there.

It was [-]:[-] in the morning, and because she couldn't get over the fear of falling asleep again, she decided to play bridge with Ken.

Although the truth is that neither Sisley nor Ken knows how to play bridge, Ken got started quite quickly. After a few rounds, he mastered some tricky tricks that seemed bluffing, which drew Sisley's little seal to applaud.

At [-]:[-] in the morning, Ken was teaching Sisley how to stand up a card when the piece of gravel that Sisley brought from her dream to reality suddenly shattered without warning.

Sisley didn't even have time to react, it began to fall apart quickly, dust scattered and fled.

Ken bounced up like a cheetah, grabbed a piece of cellophane, and put the dust back into a new cage, even skillfully making a dead knot so that no air could get in.

--Give.

Sisley retreated tactically in resistance.

"What is this? Is it still alive?" she whispered in disgust.

—alive, dying.

Ken told her.

—You should burn it like a vampire.

Sisley couldn't help but feel that it was very reasonable, and she put on her nightgown faster than her mind, carried the small cellophane bag, and walked out of the bedroom door.

Under the dim wall lamp, the Wayne Mansion at night is more than ten times darker than in the daytime. Sisley is carrying a small bag, and the shadow is dragged long, perfectly interpreting the weak, pitiful, and helpless.jpg.

--go down.

Ken quickly called up the old minimap in her head.

--left.

Sisley began to descend the spiral staircase.

— straight ahead.

The path looked much more familiar now, and Sisley recognized the room furnishings here as the outline of a dining room.There was no need for Ken to say any more, she went around a few times and found the door to the kitchen.

She turned on the light with a "snap", followed by the electric stove. Under the bright light, the red circle representing the heat also sprang out slowly.

—pour it out, it's dying, it can't get away.

Sisley followed what he said, and dumped the mouth of the bag onto the red-hot circle.The dust fell into the circle, and instead of exploding, it made a screaming noise.

- That's screaming.

Sisley stood where she was, watching the red circle dance steadily, until the light gray dust was burnt black and stopped moving.

Did you see what I saw?She poked Ken inwardly.

- It's dead.

Ken's answer perfectly confirmed her guess.

There is no need to be willing to teach the next thing, Sisley will do it herself.

She started cleaning the glass cooktop, and Ken had to take over her body because she nearly burned herself.

Sisley: Hehe. *cat wags tail*

Ken: Calmly "patted" Sisley

"Miss Sisley, what are you looking for?"

A voice suddenly came from behind Sisley.

She froze with fright, and it took a moment before she realized it was Alfred.

The old butler didn't look very well, his hair was messed up, and his expression was tired and serious.

He didn't remember to stomp his steps as thoughtfully as he used to, and Sisley smelled him—that weird, nasty smell that Mephisto would carry when he got home.

The taste of blood.

"I'm hungry, Grandpa Alfred." Sisley said calmly, "I've already found what I need, please worry."

She rejected the proposal of "Do you want me to heat a glass of milk for you?" and followed the old butler out of the kitchen, keeping a close distance.The old butler probably thought she was afraid of the dark, so he didn't say anything.

Where?Sisley lowered her eyes and asked Ken.

—the third room.

He gave her an affirmative answer.

"Miss Sisley, it's late, it's time to go to bed." Alfred's expression didn't soften, but he tried his best to persuade Sisley in a soft voice.

"Just one last thing, Grandpa Alfred." Sisley said softly, "Just one thing, I'm going to say goodnight to Dad."

Before the housekeeper could say anything, she had already knocked on the door of the old father's bedroom.

"Come in." Bruce's hoarse voice came through the door.

Sisley pushed open the door and walked in.Alfred was half a step behind her, so like Sisley, he caught the fleeting microexpression on Bruce's face.

Sisley stared at her father.

The light in the bedroom was very dim, and he changed into a flannel nightgown, and his whole body was almost blended into the big dark bed, with a sleepy posture about to fall asleep, and it seemed that nothing was wrong.

There seemed to be no pale lips, temples wet with sweat, and arms that seemed stiffer than usual.

"What happened?" Bruce asked her softly.

Sisley walked to his bed and slowly pulled herself onto the bed. The old father beside her was stiff for a second before slowly relaxing.

"Dad." Her voice was emotionless, "Do you remember what you promised me?"

Don't get hurt.

"remember."

Bruce's steel-blue eyes were even lighter under the light, and there was a clear playful smile in them, "What's the matter? Heath—"

Sisley's soft little hand rested gently on his injured arm.

"The smell of blood."

Batman stiffened and heard his little daughter whisper.He finally understood her tone this time, it was a cold emphasis suppressing anger.

"I can't pretend I don't smell this." Sisley said through gritted teeth.

Bruce: *pupil quake*

"Father, are you Batman?"

Bruce: *pupils shatter*