The end game [Zhongyingmei]

— Sisley.

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Sisley answered a syllable vaguely, her little head drooped to her chest, little by little, and she seemed to be falling asleep.

The cold sound of the new vest fell into her ears, like a mountain spring ding-dong, gold and stone colliding.

—Damian is looking for you.

"He's here?" Sisley changed into a more comfortable position.

——You sleep on yours. After you fall asleep, I will put him up.

Sisley was really sleepy.During the time when she was supposed to take a bath and sleep, she was forced to wake up for several hours without saying anything, and experienced the torture of the physics department—being kidnapped——the torture of the psychiatric department.

Frightened to the extreme, another pile of herself was hugged into her arms and comforted for a while, like a balloon being poked by a needle. After being overjoyed and sad, Sisley had collapsed into a cat cake.

——The self on the other side hummed an unknown tune, which further coaxed Sisley into a coma.

In the night wind was the archangel's soft, almost pampering singing voice, as if a cool and delicate gauze brushed Sisley's cheek every now and then.

Damn it, she thought before falling asleep, Gabriel is so good!

"Damian, you're moving again."

Red Robin's bewildered voice came from the earphones, but Damian ignored it, climbed up the long-abandoned balcony, stepped on the edge and clung to the window lattice on the other side, and landed on the platform like a flexible and silent leopard.

Tim didn't need to remind him to notice the nuances of the scenery.

careful.Damian said to himself that something was wrong.While he was thinking like this, the boiling fighting spirit spread in his blood.

But there is nothing on the roof.

Blood was everywhere on the concrete floor, like a killing reality show.

Against the background of the light, the edge of the roof became a blurred shadow, and a slender figure was in the shadow on the edge, she was sitting in the chair, motionless.

Damian walked towards the figure.

He saw Sisley's messy black hair, Sisley's wrist bones so thin that he could break them with one hand, and the diamond bracelet was reflecting faint light on her snow-white skin, which was stained with blood.

After the bandage was removed, the blood flowed out from her wound and solidified again, and the hemp rope stuck into the wound on her wrist, binding her so that even her fingertips turned blue and white.

The scene is beautiful and terrifying, like the corpse of a butterfly that has failed to break out of its cocoon.

And she lowered her head so Damian couldn't even hear her breathing.

"……Oh no."

He heard Tim's bitter murmur in the headset.

Damian looked at the titular sister, slowly stretched out his hand, and pressed her neck.

Her skin was colder than metal, but he waited patiently for a while, adjusted his breathing to the slowest, and finally felt the faint beating that seemed to be hallucinating.

Small and light, like a little candlelight in the cold wind.

"She's still alive," Damian said succinctly.He took out a small knife and started cutting the hemp rope that bound Sisley's hands.

As soon as the rope broke, Sisley fell limply into his arms.

The women Damian had met were powerful, cheetah and jaguar women; even now, he thought of Sisley as the underdog in the Batcave.

But she survived the clown's abuse, like a badly injured and tenacious cat, sleeping soundly in his arms.

Damian suddenly felt that Sisley was indeed a cat.

Cats don't know what is fear, what is hysteria, and nothing can leave them with too long and deep things.

Throughout their lives, cats will only follow the rules they think they have.

—she was picked up.

Gabriel typed this line in the group chat, send.

He changed into a new suit a few minutes ago, and walked into the TV station as if there was no one else around. Some people who came and went saw his face, and were deeply impressed by his beauty.

An angel is an existence beyond gender, and his beauty is also the beauty of divinity.There was a sense of pity on Gabriel's brows, and his expression was extremely cold, making it difficult for people to easily think of dirty things when looking at him.

No one wanted to stop him, and no one wanted to stop him.

Gabriel calmly breathed the smell of gunpowder in the air, wondering if there was enough to blow up a TV station.

Maybe both are more than enough.

He walked straight into the underground passage of the TV station, and people looked at his back with a sense of loss, but no one spoke.

An inexplicable obedience had blown through them like a wind, they were the flock and Gabriel the shepherd.

[Synchronization degree of the wings of the holy spirit: 30%]

[Desire Ribbon Synchronization Level: 75%]

[Evil Spirit Mask Synchronization Level: 75%]

[Hell's Black Goat King Synchronization Level: 90%]

The high fever caused Sisley to babble uncomfortably.

The silver-haired old butler sat by her bed, not daring to leave for a moment.The frightening numbers on the display screen fluctuate frequently, and behind that is a life.

The dying life of Sisley.

She was only 16 years old, still a little girl.

Alfred stared at her pale face countless times, looked at the bloodstains and lacerations that appeared on it in just one day, couldn't help closing his eyes in pain, and questioned fate in the deepest part of his heart How unfair.

Why is she gradually weakening?Why is it this child, the child who has stars in his eyes when he smiles and breaks his heart when he sheds tears?

She has only been in the world for a few days, and she hasn't even experienced what a truly happy life is.

Why is it her?

A huge roar suddenly erupted from an instrument, and the display screen turned from yellow to red. Sisley, who was lying on the bed, convulsed violently. During the struggle, she almost spilled the hanging bottle she was hanging.

Alfred grabbed her arm firmly and gave her an injection.

The antidote took effect quickly, and Sisley fell silent for a while.

But the old housekeeper knew that the dose given to her by the clown had completely exceeded the standard range, and this injection could only temporarily relieve her pain.

A shadow suddenly appeared in front of the archangel, forcing him to stop walking downward.

He raised his head, and a handsome and extremely evil face appeared in the shadows. The lord of hell appeared from the crack, provocatively closed his fingers, and grabbed the evil thoughts that were trying to escape, and the black goat horns were illuminated more and more in the pale light. unknown,

On the other side of him, the Archangel quietly watched what he did; Gabriel's eyes were pitiful and indifferent, as if no matter how much Abaddon tried to stop him, he would regard the Lord of Hell as an ant.

Two astonishingly beautiful faces stared at each other silently, one was the ultimate divinity, the other was the complete devil.

If a third person sees this scene, he will definitely feel that this is a conflict between light and darkness, a sword is at the verge of death, and a terrible story of two twins buried by time.

In fact, only one Sisley joined the battlefield to say hello to another Sisley.

— Did you hack the camera?Gabriel asked with a glance.

--blacken.Abaddon replied.

So Gabriel suddenly spread out his big wings in the aisle, held Abaddon's hand, and walked forward together.

The big wings and the shadow of the devil both accelerated and floated very quickly. For a while, the underground passage became some kind of ice skating rink for children.

Two Sisleys: *happy head with flowers*

——We seem to be going on a spring outing.Gabriel said suddenly.

——Do you want a spring outing?asked Abaddon.

--think.The Archangel answered honestly.

— Then arrange it.

Abaddon said firmly.

The advantage of having two souls in one body is that one Sisley can continue to find where the bomb is, and the other one can make arrangements in her mind.

—Ken, Sisley, Mephisto, Abaddon, and Gabriel.

The lord of hell carefully wrote down the above names in his mind, and began to pick out spots suitable for picnics.

——Not Gotham, not New Haven, but New York is tentative.

The archangel was affected by this set of thoughts, and couldn't help expressing his own ideas.

——You are right, New York has Central Park.

Abaddon thought about it and found it very reasonable.

The two Sisleys join forces to solve a big problem, and begin to bleed happily again.

Abaddon put away the notebook in his head, and he and his other self exchanged a glance, shared the perception in the mind-to-heart connection, and their expressions became serious simultaneously.

The Archangel heard the ticking noise, and Abaddon smelled a strong smell of evil and sex.

The sound of bombs is ahead.

"Going on a picnic?"

On the other side, Gotham's red ribbon looked up and asked.

Mephisto and Ken received news from the group at the same time. Even though they wore different vests, their hobbies were the same.

Mephisto’s voice is weird and nice, and it’s difficult for her to pronounce words clearly, like a blooming rose in a thick fog, but since she never speaks in front of people, people seem to be more inclined to recognize her as a beast without human consciousness.

In layman's terms, they just can't speak.

Mephisto: Make a question mark slowly.

The trace of the clown is gradually becoming easier to find, and there is only one possible path left, so the red ribbon of Gotham and the murderer of New York unexpectedly meet each other on a narrow road.

The two Sisleys greeted each other in a friendly manner, but they didn't dare to post because both of them saw a lot of blood tonight.

--go.

Ken gestured, letting his other self quickly understand what it meant.

Mephisto laughed, she had a villainous smile, and there was still blood on her sharp teeth.

Mephisto: *happy head blowing*

The red ribbon supports Mephistopheles like an alien, occasionally helping Ken; the murderer does not give up too much, he has amazing arm strength, he can climb a floor with one hand, silently and quickly towards the ultimate source of malice rush to.

"That bastard should be right here."

Mephisto whispered.

Ken patted her shoulder understandingly - the part covered by the fabric.

He also raised the hand holding the knife, and stared at the inconspicuous building in the night from behind the mask with cold eyes.

No one could get away with teasing Sisley, no one could touch her, no one could hurt her but herself.

Yet she loves herself so strongly that all parts of her love her consistently.

They are Sisley's knights and each other's patron saints.