The end game [Zhongyingmei]

The afternoon breeze brushed Sisley's broken hair, she blinked her icy blue eyes, aggrieved and took Ken's hand to act coquettishly, but was ruthlessly taken aside by Ken who never regretted a game.

But for the next whole round, he began to give way to her in a flood style.

Sisley: *love*

The weak body didn't know anything about the prying eyes around him, but Ken raised his head, glanced at the working camera, then lowered his head, concentrating on playing chess with Sisley.

Best of three, with Ken and Sisley each winning one.In the end, Sisley was stunned by Ken's flood and won today's chess champion with a huge advantage.

--you win.

Ken gently brushed off a dead flower she had fallen on her head, and handed the still intact little flower to Sisley as a championship trophy.

Sisley took the flowers, applauded herself happily, and was picked up from the chair by Ken, who had a similar heart with her, and carried her around the garden twice.

As the sun shone down, fragrant petals covered Sisley's skirt, and her icy blue eyes flickered, making her look more and more innocent, like a clear lake in spring.

The girl's silver bell-like laughter filled the entire garden, and her happiness was conveyed to Ken, who was also very happy, and he reluctantly let go of Sisley when she was tired.When they sat down again, the two began to share a plate of cookies intimately again, Sisley talking and talking into Ken's ear, giggling from time to time.

Batman:  …

The old father had never seen his little daughter so happy, and he felt a little complicated for a while.

The truth is, Sisley is passing happy snacks to her older self, and in the eyes of the old father, the ghostly and ferocious leopard is completely fascinated by the snow-white fluffy kitten, and there is no way gone.

Batman hated to admit it, but there was a wonderful bond between those two in the garden.

Ken can understand every look, every movement, and every meaning of Sisley. Sisley can communicate with him perfectly even when he can't speak, and her aura is so perfect that it makes people's teeth sour.

It was something richer than language, brewed longer and longer than love, so long that no one could intervene between the two of them.

Every time Sisley mentioned Ken, she didn't know it, but her eyes would burst into a very bright and intense light.

Batman didn't want to watch this horrible scene again, so he bowed his head briefly.At the same time, Sisley's fingertips brushed Ken's arm lightly.

—Have you started yet?she asked.

Ken's deep blue eyes looked at her, and Sisley's mind was wrapped in the soothing night wind.

--it has started.

He replied silently.

In Arkham Asylum, the clown recovered faster than Mephisto imagined, largely because she didn't do anything cruel.

When he was thrown into the cell again, Mephisto stared at him with scarlet eyes to see how he spoke to her in an exaggeratedly friendly tone.

"Little beauty!" The clown smiled and pointed to the fresh scars on his body, "We meet again."

In the small black room, Mephisto has already nourished her own ribbon with the blood of the clown, and the power is squeezing, churning, and smearing the poison in her body, like a churning barrel that is about to overflow. water.

She had been recharging her energy for a whole day, and the dangerous aura in her body seemed to have disappeared at first glance, but the extremely cold light in her eyes was sharper than before.

The rose is in bud, and it is always a feast for hunting.

I don't know if he saw Mephisto's intentions, the clown sat along the wall, looked at her with a pale face, grinned, and smiled coldly and weirdly.

"Don't worry..." he whispered, "There are still seventeen hours."

After Hannibal left, the office showed a vague paradox in the twilight, completely different from the clean and tidy appearance during the day.

Maybe it was a minute, maybe it was an hour, in the setting sun that was as solid as blood, the lord of hell descended from the shadows and picked up a strand of dull blonde hair on the floor.

Abaddon slowly tightened his grip on the hair, and blew into his palm.

When he let go of his palm again, an iron key lay there quietly, replacing the disappearing hair without a trace.

One thing for one thing, one eye for another.

The evil thoughts in the room rolled the dirty eyes, and the lord of hell held the key loosely between his fingers, trying to find the hidden lock he had fumbled during the day.

The key slipped into the keyhole jerky, and opened with a soft "click".

Abaddon reached in, accurately caught the compartment feather that was about to slide silently into the ink bottle, held it under his fingertips, and then groped in the cabinet.

Hannibal's degree of caution was revealed in every way in this small cabinet.

Not to mention that this is an infirmary that only college students can enter. Without the permission of Dr. Hannibal Lecter, it is impossible for the students to take the initiative to touch the bookcase, and it is even more impossible for the students to search here and there for hours. The drawer of the bomb shelter.

What's more, they couldn't get the key from Hannibal at all.

The ruler of hell was able to come here because the identity he exchanged was recognized by the land under his feet, and being invited in by Hannibal himself became the only special situation that Hannibal could not guard against.

The setting sun sliced ​​through Abaddon's shadow, framing Abaddon's huge, ominous horns in blurred dark patches, spreading blood-red light across his satin-like hair.

He patiently took out the beautifully sealed wooden tube, and after shaking it gently and hearing the soft sound of vinegar water inside, he began to take out the paper documents inside.

Five minutes later, Abaddon opened his eyes calmly, catching a stack of photos that appeared out of nowhere in the air.

All kinds of human bodies and faces appear in the composition, the combination of raw meat and flowers, the combination of human body and oil painting, full of aesthetic atmosphere, but also chilling.

At the bottom of the cabinet door, there was a medal and an old ribbon.

The ghosts in the room were even more stinky, one or two wanted to sneak around Abaddon, he glanced lightly, and almost scattered the malicious hands on the spot.

The virtual human body has no fingerprints or dander, and everything is made of energy points. Abaddon took out this ribbon, wrapped it around his knuckles, and read the story carried on the ribbon from it.

The little girl in the winter night, skinny, beaten, exploded, deafened, pushed, those memories are deeper than pain and more terrifying than fear.

With the first uncontrollable scream, her nightmare slowly began.

Abaddon was silent for a long time before returning everything to its original place.He put the photo back in the cabinet, the feather hovering over the inkwell, the key replaced by hair, strewn across the floor.

The afterglow of the setting sun fell on half of his face, half of which turned bright and moving red, while the other side was gloomy black.

The black-haired demon with horns tied the ribbon slowly, and the long end hung obediently along his wrist bone.His dark, empty eyes looked at the locked partition, where another identical ribbon lay.

When the figure of the devil disappeared again, the air in the office was quiet, as if nothing had happened.

Ever since Sisley quickly revealed that the old father was Batman, even though she hadn't fully seen the secrets of the Wayne family, she suddenly stopped trying to keep her out of it.

Right now, when she hurried into the study, Bruce still didn't put down what he was doing, frowning and reading the analysis data on the screen.

Sisley didn't care if they did something behind her back, but she also liked the hard-earned honesty.

Like a happy and light bird, she burrowed under the old father's arm, stabbed softly in his arms, and then stayed there motionless.

There was the sweet scent of the little daughter's shower gel in his nose, and in front of his eyes was her beautiful little head that was combed softly and neatly. Bruce couldn't help feeling soft and patted her on the back.

"Sisley?" He asked in a deep voice while taking off his glasses, "What's wrong?"

"Father." His obedient little daughter called him sweetly, and burrowed into his arms again. With a "boo", a red face emerged from the gap between his arms. , The hair that was okay just now was also messed up.

Just as Bruce's eyes softened, he heard her ask.

"Can Ken stay overnight?"

Bruce: The smile suddenly froze.jpg

"Didn't he buy a ticket back to New York?" Bruce asked as calmly as possible. "If you want, I can pay him to live in the best presidential suite in Gotham."

"Dad," Sisley put her little head on his shoulder, hugged him so intimately, Bruce could hear her muffled purring in her chest keenly.

"It's reassuring to have Ken somewhere. He won't wander off."

she whispered.

To be honest, Bruce Wayne is willing to fulfill any wish of his daughter. There is almost nothing that money cannot buy in this world. No matter how much she asks, whether she wants a storm on Mars or a twinkling star, he is willing give her.

But letting an outsider, a man like Ken live here, is like letting a beast sleep soundly beside his couch.

"Ken won't walk around." In his chaotic thoughts, Bruce suddenly heard his little daughter say this.

She didn't use words like "I promise" or "I swear," but a statement.

The sun rises in the east.The earth revolves around the sun.Ken won't wander off.

...It is such a simple and firm belief.

Bruce suddenly lost the dissuasion that came to his lips.

For two or three seconds, he stared fixedly at Sisley's innocent face, and couldn't help closing his eyes for a while.

"Okay." He whispered.

"I promise."

Sisley:?

Sisley: Although I don't understand why the old father made such a desperate expression, it's a good thing to agree!

She smiled and kissed the old father on the cheek, slipped down from his arms, and ran out of the room with a "slap-tap-tap-tap".

—— Shut the old father who was still in a daze back to his own study.

In Arkham Asylum, the atmosphere gets weirder by the minute.

The guards patrolled restlessly, and from time to time beat the prisoner's iron railing with batons, making the bang bang sound far away, making people even more restless.

Pairs of prying eyes popped out from the darkness, viscous, vicious, cold and inorganic, and the souls of demons revived in bodies wearing orange-red prison uniforms, whispering and whispering like a thousand beasts rampaging The concentration of gnats until the excitement and cruelty in the air seemed to have substance.

The clown seemed extraordinarily calm and happy at this time. He was sitting in his cell, humming a song, chatting up Mephisto every now and then.

"Little beauty?" He whispered, with an inexplicable smile on his face, "You don't look nervous at all..."

Mephisto: ?

She was too lazy to talk to the clown who suddenly became eager to talk, but stared straight in his direction with her scarlet eyes.The clown probably thought she was a little interested in what he said, so he worked harder to get between the railings.

He would never know that behind Mephisto's seemingly cold eyes, there was only Sisley vacantly wearing a fur, while thinking about the big soft, comfortable and fragrant bed in Wayne Manor, while She followed her plan for tonight in her mind a little bit.

Fishing in troubled waters—disturbing the crowd—beating the time difference—rushing underground—finding information—beating the time difference—returning to the crowd—distorting everything that saw her leave—and returning to Arkham.

Day and night lying on the concrete floor, she repeatedly planned this problem in her mind. Even if there was a mistake in any link, she would have a way to make it up; what's more, the plan would never go wrong.

As long as the synchronization rate of the desire ribbon is not set to 50.00%, Mephisto's brain and IQ can still function normally.

As long as the synchronization rate of the ribbon of desire hovers at [-]%, the healthy, sober and healthy Sisley is more efficient than the main body, capable of making genius decisions and actions.

And when the synchronization rate of the ribbon of desire is above 90.00%, Mephisto will become a complete killing machine.

"Are you in a hurry, little beauty?" The clown over there was still talking to himself, "Don't worry, soon... soon..."

As soon as he finished his words, there was a muffled explosion sound from a distance. In an instant, the smell of smoke and gunpowder poured into the room through the vents, and the ground where Mephisto was on trembled.

The clown staggered up from his prison, stretched his hands to the sky, and laughed wildly.

Mephisto silently followed his movements and looked up at the ceiling; after two ominous buzzes, the light bulb stopped working with a "snap", and the entire floor was plunged into darkness.

"It's started!" She heard the clown shout from his chest.

The sky outside was full of thunder and rain, a huge and terrifying beam of light pierced a big tree, and the pale light illuminated the ghostly face of the clown in the darkness.

Mephisto listened attentively, the sound of disorganized footsteps was rapidly going up the stairs, mixed with the sound of sex and people laughing wildly, like the most tragic symphony in the world.

"Come, come to me."

The Joker held out his hand to her in the dark.

Mephisto glanced at him, countless red ribbons quickly stretched out from her body, grabbed the railing, and tore hard.The metal made a toothache sound of being deformed, and was easily torn apart and thrown aside.

Ribbons of red float around her body like rosebushes surrounding their queen, and a flash of lightning illuminates the face of Mephistopheles, a plaster cast of beauty and evil, white, Bright red, jet black, and light purple long hair hung down on her shoulders, like the chaotic star trails at night.

It's so beautiful, it's also terrifyingly evil.

"Come."

The clown suddenly lowered his voice, and repeated for the third time.

From his point of view, Red Ribbon looked at him contemplatively for a while, as if hesitating whether to wait by his side, or to rush down and kill now.

Her ribbon finally dangled in through the railing, licking the blood from his palm.

[Desire Ribbon Synchronization Level: 30%]

Alfred arranged Ken's room next to Sisley and put together everything needed for the guest room, including pillows, quilts, cushions, etc. in the right pattern.

The whole time, Sisley joined in the fun, swapping Ken for fancy aromatherapy and bubble bath balls, and even picked out a bear for him.

The 1.9-meter man stood in place, silent, with a fluffy bear stuffed in his hand. The picture was discordant and frightening, comparable to visual pollution.

The silver-haired old butler watched from the side, thinking that Ken would at least sulk his face, but he looked at the toy as usual, and didn't show dislike, but kept holding it in his hand.Sisley didn't let him let go, so he didn't let go.

Under the light, his blue-gray eyes drooped, and his eyelashes were light gold, like a pool of cold and gentle snow.

"Good night."

Sisley held back a smile and waved to her older self, and followed Alfred out of the room.

--Good night.

Ken looked at her silently, his eyes were calm and tolerant.

When Sisley returned to her own room, she locked the door and turned her head, and saw Ken sitting by the bed waiting for her.

He would not wear his mask or his knife when he came to visit, but would still wear his overalls and leather shoes.Even though he still looks cold and unkind, at least he looks better than a "murderer", only at the level of a "criminal".

——Ken came over and held Sisley's hand, and after sharing his thoughts with her, a series of dumbfounding thought bubbles popped up.

—I think he probably accepted me.

"That's because we've been dancing in his minefield."

Sisley took advantage of the situation and lay back in his arms, whimpering and complaining about her headache, Ken and she could both hear the series of "dingling" and "dingling" reminders in their minds.

[Desire Ribbon Synchronization Level: 30%]

"She started?" Sisley asked vaguely.

[Desire Ribbon Synchronization Level: 45%]

--Um.

Ken found a towel to wipe her face.

[Desire Ribbon Synchronization Level: 50%]

Tonight is a particularly uneasy night. The clown escaped from Arkham again, and at the same time took a large number of high-intelligence criminals and superpowers away.

The evil spirits from hell returned to the human world, and the criminals once again committed crimes in the city, burning, killing, looting, and looting. The louder people cried, the more unscrupulous they became.

Batman and Robin rushed out, Bruce called out the armor, and suddenly—a thought hit him.

It was just a flash of inspiration, Sisley—the red ribbon, the strange crooked font marked by the red ribbon that set off a bloody hunt in Gotham.

What is it?

If you haven't seen the surveillance video of that dinner, everyone will think that the red ribbon is also an inhuman beast; but the Bat family has seen another identity of the red ribbon, Mephisto, a kind and beautiful "ordinary" "woman.

The way of showing off or expressing a message is very different between beasts and humans.

Batman strode to the computer, reopened the floor plan, zoomed out, and tried to ignore the gaps and crookedness between the tall buildings, connecting those dense red dots; his heart pounded loudly in his chest, but his breathing maintained Unusually smooth.

Rotate the map, flip, tilt, curve change, and an inexplicable symbol becomes a familiar word in just a few steps.

"HI".

She used blood and people to pile up a road for greeting people.

Batman propped his hands on the table, his lips were tightly pressed, and the blue light of the screen was reflected in his eyes.

There is nothing more frightening than finding out that wild beasts have human thinking and demonstration methods. At this moment, compared with Mephisto, Ken who visits Sisley every now and then is simply a soft and harmless puppy.

Sisley was hiding in the big bed with Ken at this time, watching the breaking news of Arkham Asylum remotely.

She was having a fever at this time, and her whole body was huddled into a small ball weakly, and was tormented by the excessive reminders of the game system until she became dizzy and dizzy.

The low-grade fever felt like little needles stuck in the back of her head, but both Sisley and Ken were in a good state of mind. One was sleepy in the pain, and the other didn't feel tired no matter how many hours he patted Sisley.

——Abadon stopped most of the people who were watching this way.

Ken responded to the message in the vest group, and showed Sisley the dialogue box of Abaddon.

Sisley just nodded and napped in Ken's belly like a listless kitten.

——Mephisto is about to act.

Hearing this, Sisley pulled herself together and went to see what Mephisto said on the phone.

Mephisto's reply was as succinct as ever, and he wished he couldn't read it every time.

- "The second step".

The scarlet ribbon was raised high and fell heavily, sending a piece of flesh and blood wailing.

This time, Mephisto didn't beat people until they couldn't get out of the hospital for three or four months like before, but more to disturb the muddy water in the crowd, arouse the emotions of the villains to the extreme, and then retire .

In the light of the fire, she couldn't read back again, and instead walked to the depths of the fire.

No one around noticed her movements, the clown ran too far alone, everyone else was fighting alone, enclosing each other's territory like beasts, villains tearing villains, bullies beating bullies, the voices of gangsters and people are endless .

Casually sucking up an unlucky guy who was rampaging up, Mephisto headed towards the underground testing ground.

In her mind is the map of Arkham Asylum from 40 years ago, and even if the walls are rebuilt and the buildings collapse, the ribbon can send her anywhere.

She finally stopped in the desolate nursing backyard, silently ran over the map in her mind, looking at the rusty sewer manhole cover half covered by weeds on the ground.

The proving ground is down here.

A ribbon lifted the manhole cover, and the tactile sensation passed to Mephisto.She frowned in annoyance, more ribbons held Mephisto down steadily, she raised her hand, and that ribbon was used to close the manhole cover again.

This place has already dried up, and it is not connected to the main pipeline of Gotham. Instead, it has become a school of its own. Since no one used it decades ago, it is even more self-contained, dilapidated and desolate.

Mephisto walked in such a pipe, and could even hear the sound of his high heels reflecting off the wall.

It was as dark as death here, but she could see clearly what was in the darkness, so she was not worried that something would dare to make a surprise attack in front of her.

She finally came to the end of the pipe, which was as wide as a secret palace, and the brick walls were still intact, and a faint gleam fell in from the small leaks, like insignificant dust.

Mephisto's ribbon was firmly aimed at the center of the brick wall, and he was about to strike.

"Do not do this."

A hand protruded from the void, as if she knew she would be impatient early on.This hand was blue and white with slender knuckles, and an old ribbon was tied on the wrist bone. After stopping her, more parts of this hand stretched out of the void, revealing arms, shoulders, body and head one after another.

It is the Lord of Hell, Abaddon.

The black-haired youth stood here, even with a tie with a Windsor knot around his neck.He seemed to have arrived in a hurry, and he only had time to restrain the horns on his head and the overly scary eyes, looking upright and gentle.

[Desire Ribbon Synchronization Level: 50%]

This is an unembarrassing value, Mephisto may understand what he is saying, maybe not; even so, there is no guarantee that she will listen to Ken.

The desire ribbon is different from his goat horns. The four-star goat horns with the highest synchronization rate are just inexplicable performance desires, and the five-star is a very dangerous double-edged sword.

If you use it well, you will be invincible, if you don't use it well, you will be cut with blood.

Right now, Mephisto is watching him quietly, as if weighing something.After a while, she finally took the initiative to back away, waiting for him to make the first move.

Abaddon fell silent.

He stepped on the first brick at his feet, then the third brick, No. 11, and then whispered something to a small machine that popped out suddenly.

After a while, the sound of the mechanism starting clearly fell into the ears of Abaddon and Mephisto through the wall. They each took a step back in tacit understanding, and the end of the pipe opened loudly in front of them.

"Please." Abaddon said with a slight smile, standing still.

When Mephisto turned around to look for him again, the black-haired youth had disappeared into the air, leaving only a faint shadow.

She simply didn't bother, and walked into this underground testing ground that smelled of rot and blood.

The time 40 years ago seems to be stubbornly left here. The equipment, style, and design methods are all 40 years old. Dust has accumulated inch by inch on the shelf. As Mephisto walked by, it flew over the sky and covered the sky. , dark and paradoxical.

Except for the squirrels and bookworms who are still tirelessly nibbling the paper materials here, there is no other creature that can still be regarded as "alive".

Mephisto walked around these workstations and saw countless charred human figures, as if in an instant, a collective spontaneous combustion accident had occurred here.

Those who suffer are trying in vain to extinguish them, but in the end, those who should leave leave anyway.

what happened?

This made Mephisto all the more aware that there was a lot of truth waiting to be discovered; maybe people back then could lie, but the findings and the facts wouldn't.

She patiently dusted off a folder, ready to start with a document whose name she couldn't read.

File name: "Regulations on the Storage of "Eternal Life""

Sisley is feeling worse now than before going to sleep.

If the previous dreams were just scary, then this is a true horror story.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw countless large worms as high as several floors rushing at her with teeth and claws.Spiders, beetles, squirrels, and leeches, they were stronger than ever before, and while frightening Sisley, they really stripped away what was most important to her.

It's like when she was caught off guard for the first time and fell into a dream, she suffered a very big dark loss.

Ken, Mephisto and Abaddon.

Sisley had to try her best to hold these names in her hands until the blood flowed from her pinch, so that she could unconsciously forget them and why they were called by these names.

She ran all the way, dragging her panting body, avoiding those who were chasing her with incredible speed and position.However, they pursued her relentlessly, and it seemed that their only purpose was to drive her to the roof.

And Sisley would never let them succeed.

After trying to figure out what happened, she stepped across the two stairs without a pause, instantly changed from a person going up to a person walking backwards, and disappeared into the sea of ​​people.

After breaking away from the group of worms, her memory instantly became quite clear, returning to the previous level.

Something must have happened outside, Sisley thought.

Compared to simply peeping and locating, this time the dream is like a part of the assembly line, completely in her hands, and everyone can get all the stolen goods.

The assembly line requires three steps, inspiring fear, extracting fear, and sending fear to countries that need such goods.

Even though she was completely unwilling to mention it or recall it, Sisley couldn't help but think of her previous dream.

She once returned to the age of 20 in this way, escaped from the test site at the age of 21, and finally died that year, the body was devoured by the disease in a destructive manner.

She forgot and sealed many things that year, but Sisley knew that she also wanted to get the whole truth.

Five minutes later, Sisley woke up with a calm expression.

This time, without Abaddon, she also tied with the "world" spying on her with a half-fifty attitude.

Ken didn't wake up. After he felt her move slightly, he stretched out an arm and pulled her back into a deep sleep.

Of course Sisley has no objection to this. She has a fever and needs to recharge her energy. The big leopard and the kitten are stacked on top of each other, with their furry heads together and their paws on top of each other.

Mephisto watched for a long time at the underground test site.

Every document was deeply rooted in her mind, and the most important things were hidden in her body, and Mephisto burned the rest of the documents after reading them.

Just as she had guessed, even if she broke into the experiment back then, she could only see some vague records.

It can be confirmed that Sisley Wayne was used in experiments, and the researchers also had her stem cells, red blood cells and bone marrow.

Later, she no longer studied these documents carefully at all, but burned them as soon as she saw them, and burned them as soon as she saw them.

The dust flew up to three feet high, but Mephisto himself was not afraid of carbon monoxide, and soon the fragments of documents that were burned to ashes were slowly picked up, and the only hint in the laboratory was also wiped out by Mephisto. clean and dry.

She threw the last note into the fire, rubbed her sore temples, and stood up.

The sporadic light that leaked from the drain fell on Mephisto's face, which was strange and eye-catching.The plan has been perfectly executed up to this point. She quickly withdrew from the drain, returned to the ground, covered the sewer manhole, and returned to the battlefield.

Here, the people who have been sucked by her will leave just one minute away. Of course, Mephisto will not give up this rare opportunity. Little kids blowing Fanta on the bottle.

As long as there are people, it is Mephisto's feast time.A few minutes later, the group of people who wanted to escape were sucked into twitching hands and feet, and they were completely motionless in place.

When the clown searched for information, Mephisto was standing among the people lying on the ground.

He was covered in blood, and he didn't know whether it was his own blood or someone else's. His clothes were also in a mess, and he had obvious physical characteristics of being bruised from a tussle.On the other hand, Mephistopheles, she was full of energy at this time, once again kissed her face with the blood-sucking ribbon, and the creepy beast feeling on her body came back intensified, and matched with the life-and-death people under her feet, the lethality was simply ten times.

Before the clown walked in, she gave him a frighteningly cold look.

"Little beauty?" The clown stopped five steps away from her, and waved his five fingers in front of her.It took a moment before she seemed to realize who he was.

Even so, the look in her eyes has never changed, it is a kind of ruthlessness of a hunter who is about to tear his prey to pieces.

The clown glanced at her, and suddenly the alarm bells rang.

In less than a second, he was about to throw out the fear gas.The ribbon that jumped up in an instant was tightly trapped, and was sucked into shock within 30 seconds.

The clown's blood is really delicious, and he always has nothing to do to make trouble, so Mephisto doesn't feel guilty about sucking him as a smoker. After breaking out of prison once, his blood tastes sweet. Like honey, the venom inside is so ripe that it is about to explode.

Mephisto: (Like)

Her five senses were sharp, and she began to gradually hear the screeching siren of the police car coming this way, the sound of the car's brakes and the sound of the engine speeding at high speed.Mephisto had no intention of withdrawing after stealing some ambiguous information. The plan has been executed perfectly so far, and she didn't want to waste this rare opportunity.

Therefore, when countless police officers stopped their cars and were about to have a fierce battle with the gangsters, they only saw the lonely Mephisto sitting on a high pile of "corpses" with blood remaining on the corner of his mouth. There's nothing wrong with handcuffing her.

The ten-kilometer radius around her is the best area to catch people in ten years.

There may still be individuals who stubbornly resisted, but in the end, all the prisoners were recaptured according to the number, one carload after another, and they were ready to be stuffed back into Arkham.

In the middle of the night, Sisley woke up as if she had a feeling. She got up to drink water by the light of the night light, and when she came back, she saw Ken using his contact phone.

"It's over?" She asked in a sleepy voice, and she clicked on the light screen of the game, and was immediately taken aback by that [Desire Ribbon Synchronization Level: 99.99%].

Sisley: ...

Mephisto really played a big role, and he was beautiful and wild.

Sisley moved to bed with her mug in her arms, and Ken handed her the phone immediately, allowing her to read Mephisto's messages in the chat room.

According to Mephisto's speculation, if Gotham's underground test site does not have key core technologies, then this shows that New Haven must be the origin of all this.

Sisley urgently needs to know, will those people still come?How will it come?How does this affect her?She finally had the family life she longed for, and she didn't want to ruin it.

But Abaddon never answered, wondering if he had encountered some trouble in New Haven.

Sisley waited for a while. After realizing that Abaddon should not appear in a short time, when she checked the achievement list with the light screen in her arms, she found that Chapter 1 had already been passed, and now she can go from 2-2. start.

Another wave of gold coins and diamonds came into the account, and Sisley happily plunged back into the game.

She finally cleared the parkour game and started to play the second game; the name of this game is "Pillow Fight", and the specific operation is even simpler than the first game, she just needs to find the entry ticket in the different levels , and then spend the admission ticket to click on the villain who keeps walking on the screen to get higher and higher rankings.

The game is very boring just looking at the tutorial, but the interface and character design are very exquisite and beautiful, like a Barbie doll's dream mansion, after playing a game or two.Sisley suddenly—

A bit above.

After playing about ten rounds and earning three or four achievements, Sisley finally obtained her first skill: a blue-level ordinary skill called "Wisdom Eyes and Beads", which was sprayed on the face by the mentally retarded game system Electronic fireworks.

When she finally broke free from the weird and lively special effects and read the skill introduction, Sisley found that it was not as eye-catching as Baihe's skill and could be used once; Wisdom Eyes and Beads is a common buff, which can be used usually On the body,