The end game [Zhongyingmei]

Sisley opened her eyes, looking around the dream this time.

The pure white wall was as high as the end of the world in front of her. She wandered on the top floor of the laboratory, walking around and around.

nobody.

Round and round.

Still no one.

Sisley is like a forgotten ghost, unable to see the scene "outside" the laboratory, and even less aware of time; numbness creeps up her instep, like vines injecting poison into her skin.

But this time, Sisley knew that she was dreaming, she didn't have to try hard to escape, she just had to look at her past self calmly.

Sisley, who was wearing a white dress, was lifted by the mechanical arm and put into the fixed chair, and the helmet was extracted to strip her of everything at this moment.

Through the mist that appeared in the distance at unknown times, Sisley could see the raw materials being sent to the assembly line to be made into boxes of products called "Lonely".

After the extraction, the mechanical arm removed her from the fixed chair.She slid down limply, like a broken doll.

"It's all over..." Sisley looked at her past self and said softly.

"It's all over." She looked away.

The dream suddenly shattered in Sisley's mind, and Ken stayed awake until Sisley broke free from the dream, then he held her in his arms and coaxed her.

--Are you afraid?

"Not afraid."

Sisley lay in the arms of her other self, and yawned wearily.

Ken's hands rubbed her long hair once and for all until Sisley's muscles and bones became soft. She didn't lose anything in the dream this time, so the drowsiness returned very violently.

Five minutes later, the two Sisleys stuck together again and fell asleep.

The weather in Gotham is cloudy and rainy, and the dim light is very suitable for sleeping back into the cage; Sisley herself is sleeping in a coma on the big bed, and Sisley is still conscientiously acting in the Abaddon skin.

This was the first time Abaddon had seen such a filthy - demon-like - purebred human being.

The black-haired young man sat down cautiously on the reception sofa, rubbing his slender, slender knuckles nervously.

Hannibal watched him calmly, with an impeccable gentle smile on his face.

Abaddon Handwood, just by scanning with the naked eye, can be tasted to be super first-class ingredients.

His snow-white skin was like a lamb raised on high-quality grass, and his soft throat and slender neck quickly aroused Hannibal's desire to hunt.

What's more, the contradictory and fragile artistic temperament on his body, the melancholy and frightened natural demeanor all show that this overly beautiful young man is hiding some huge secret.

Abaddon Handwood is obviously not good at hiding himself, but popular sauces and excellent food can also collide with intoxicating flavors.

Hannibal poured him a cup of steaming coffee, walked around his back intentionally or unintentionally, sat down opposite Abaddon, and observed his performance:

The black-haired young man stopped fiddling with his fingers, thanked him nervously and politely, took the coffee cup, and held it tightly in his palm, as if he wanted to draw the strength he needed from it.

"We can start now," Hannibal said in a laughing voice, "take it easy, take it easy...if you think it's appropriate, let's talk first."

Abaddon Handwood was probably paralyzed by his smile, and for the first time seemed a little more relaxed.

"I feel lost...doctor."

The black-haired young man was like a flustered lamb, and his eyes were also very confused. When he moved his eyes slightly in the air, Hannibal happened to bump into him.

— he did something wrong.

Hannibal thought, the two looked at each other unexpectedly for a while.

The psychiatrist read Abaddon's eyes, they were gentle and pure black, even with uneven red blood, they still looked hazy and soft.

"Please tell me."

Hannibal said gently, his voice flat and persuasive, "What difficulties are you having? What kind of help do you need?"

College students—especially freshmen like Abaddon Handwoodk—are even more unlikely to encounter anything, and they can think of what they are, but they are emotional disputes, self-conceited feelings, and moral decline.

Thinking of this, Hannibal uncontrollably lost a little interest.He was about to say something when Abaddon stood up unexpectedly.

The black-haired young man seemed to wake up suddenly from his own world, and became sober for a short time.

Almost panicked, he pushed his coffee cup away, mumbled an apology, and fled.

Hannibal couldn't stop him, but when Abaddon rushed past him, he smelled a gentle and clear smell of cedar.

Standing in the empty office, Hannibal realized that Abaddon's abrupt move had suddenly ignited his rare curiosity.

He must have done something too great for ordinary people, and Hannibal was sure that Abaddon Handwood would get him back eventually.

The little lamb has nowhere to go.

When Hannibal wrote Abaddon's name into the file stroke by stroke, he didn't know that the black-haired youth was standing beside him, looking down from the same angle as him.

Abaddon: I have been acting since I was born.jpg

The peak duel between dramatist and dramatist was nothing more than that, but it was obvious that Abaddon won this round without any suspense.

The lord of hell turned around in the office with great interest, but the human writing at the desk was completely unaware of his movements.Abaddon bent down and touched the hard cover of the book, and found a locked drawer under the bookshelf.

The keys are not in the office and the drawers are well hidden.

Abaddon straightened up, his eyes fell on Dr. Lecter with deep meaning.

The man with deep-featured features and brows full of other charms looked more and more gleaming under the light. Unfortunately, from Abaddon's perspective, he could not only smell the pervasive stench in the room, but also see a girl whose head had been cut off half of her head approached. Under his eyelids, he growled unwillingly.

I don’t know if she is alone, but there are many other ghosts, dozens or hundreds, crowded around the doctor, on his body, lying on his head, back, arms, and stomach. All looked vicious.

Pipi Sisley, who has never had a head-to-head performance:? ? ?

Killing so many people has not been suspected by anyone, so Hannibal Lecter's personal traits can be summed up in one sentence: Prudence fucking opens the door to prudence, prudence is at home.

Fifteen minutes later, Abaddon reappeared on a secluded path in the campus with an energy mold of a lock key in his pocket.

During his monitoring, Hannibal Lecter's steady heartbeat was still in the office.Nothing has changed.

Abaddon had a premonition that there must be something very important in the drawer, something that could destroy his ever-rising desire to harm Sisley's body, and could permanently solve this turbid person that even the devils were ashamed of.

He decided to wait for a chance.

"I lost." Sisley smiled and threw away the chess pieces.

Mephisto will be locked up in the dark room for 24 hours today, and Abaddon is still waiting to start "The Office: Insidious". A happy little salted fish, playing Go with himself.

She let Ken come to "visit" again. Since the last time, Bruce's attitude towards this guest is nothing to do, more accurately, out of sight and out of mind.Alfred knew his state of mind, even if Ken really wanted to come, he just reminded Bruce lightly.

In exchange for an inexplicable cold snort.

The silver-haired old butler did not unite with Bruce, he baked a plate of cookies for Ken who was obediently waiting in the living room, and even poured him a cup of black tea, so 15 minutes before Sisley came down, Alfred De saw that Ken had not touched the plate of cookies.

He just sat on the sofa, staring closely at the direction of the door, and occasionally lowered his head to take a sip of tea, like a loyal large dog.

Ken: empty head

Ken: (on standby)

Until Sisley finally flung herself down from the bottom of the stairs coquettishly and cutely like a butterfly, the man was obviously still dressed as a cold-faced killer with no expression on his face, but his aura softened visibly to the naked eye, making Sisley stand obediently, He also pushed all the cookies in front of Sisley.

It is more like a loyal large dog, with a cheek full of food, obediently, not eating a bite, insisting on waiting for the owner to come down before falling down in front of the owner.

Sisley was indeed pleased.She made some subconscious positive feedback, such as sharing the plate of cookies with Ken and throwing him a bite every now and then.

Alfred retreated earlier this time, and instead of pushing the door in every 10 minutes, he changed the frequency to 15 minutes.

"Miss Sisley is... very talented in this regard."

In the Batcave, Alfred thought about it.

On the surveillance video, Sisley lost the chess game, and her whole body became sloppy, she slumped on the chair sticky, and refused to move after moving Ken's general.Ken was staring at the chessboard, making it look even more like a large, loyal dog circling its owner's bewildered owner.

Everyone else in the Batcave: Hiccup.

Everyone else in the Batcave: Dog food, full.

I don't know if it's because of inheriting the blood of Gotham City's popular lover, Sisley looks cute and gentle at first glance, but in fact she seems to be a natural scumbag.

The relationship between her and Ken and the Mephisto of Arkham is so complex and passionate that it seems like a masterpiece of love wars, but Sisley herself firmly believes that this is just friendship, and every time someone asks her "You guys?" Are you in a relationship?" When asked such a question, he showed a subtle expression of caring for the mentally retarded.

Batman: Frown.

For example, at this moment, Sisley was going to regret the game, but Ken in the surveillance system would not allow her to regret it, so she stretched out her hand to protect the game, and then Sisley put both of her hands on Ken's, and looked at him. chuckle.

In the monitoring, Ken put away his hand at the speed of light, and the whole round was half a beat behind.

Everyone else in the Batcave: look at each other.