The end game [Zhongyingmei]

Batman felt speechless for a long time.

Red Ribbon seemed to feel that he was acquiescing to her proposal, and within seconds she had retreated into the shadows and disappeared soundlessly into thin air.

There was only the hallucinatory fragrance of roses in the night wind, and Ken stood there alone, looking at Batman face to face.

Ken: (empty head)

Batman: ......

He stepped forward and started cutting the rope around the Joker's wrist, but the tall man didn't stop Batman from untying the Joker.

The blood gourd-like clown fell back to the ground with a "bang", except that his chest was still heaving slightly, he was not much different from a dead body.

The clown's purple suit has been ripped, the collar is wide open, and the inside is empty.If it wasn't for Ken and Red Ribbon being here, Batman would almost suspect that there are new villains in Gotham, even the Joker.

Meeting his gaze, Ken silently took a step forward, and began to take things out of his pocket in a hurry.

Poison needles, blowpipes, bomb switches, bombs, fear gas, laughing gas, suppressed pistols, more guns, gas bombs, guns, a deck of poker smeared with poison, and a bundle of body explosives. And much, until these things piled up a hill high.

Similar to Batman's equipment, the clown's suit jacket seems to have three rooms and one living room with a super villain.

After a few minutes, Ken finally fished out a vise smeared with old blood from the bottom of his pocket, gathered the mess of poison, and slowly pushed it towards Batman.

"...No, thank you." Bruce said stiffly.

But now, he suddenly began to be really curious about how the clown can run faster than anyone else with this pile of things that are enough for anyone to carry.

Of course Ken didn't know the twists and turns of the old father opposite, he was thinking of Sisley in his heart.

Ken was the only one of these avatars who never got used to being away from Sisley.

They belong to each other from bedtime to waking up, 24-hour barrier-free and delayed communication, and experience double time and happiness anytime, anywhere.

Just like Sisley has long been used to Ken's consciousness, Ken's calm night breeze, gurgling brook and gentle night, Ken has long been used to being close to the body, becoming each other's human pillows.

It's been a very long night for all of Sisley.

Ken ignores Batman's fierce inner battle-"Catching him will make Sisley heartbroken and alienated me" "Don't catch him and the city will teach me to be a man", he is wiping his sleeves on his sleeve. After the knife, he felt that he had completed the task for the day and started to walk out of the warehouse.

Bruce didn't stop Ken from leaving in the end.He held the unconscious clown in one hand, and stared at Ken's back.

It was a man of extreme acuity—terribly acuity, born killer and criminal, without losing the tracker in his pocket; Bruce could see the red dot symbolizing "Ken" drifting away from Gotham, just like Batman It's like not taking a murderer to Arkham Asylum.

Ken is avenging his daughter, the Joker is just bruised and far from truly dead.

On Sisley's issue, Bruce felt, they always took a step back in tacit understanding again and again.

[Desire Ribbon Synchronization Level: 10%]

[Evil Spirit Mask Synchronization Level: 0%]

Sisley was woken up by Chaos Xinggui whom she hadn't seen for a long time.

Sisley: ...?

Sisley:!

It's been a long time since Sisley and Mephisto's consciousness blended like this, she could feel the pink-purple electric current exploding irregularly in the consciousness space, making crackling noises.

Mephisto was also very happy, the brief gathering of the two Sisleys at night was not enough, and now they finally had time to get together, with endless words and things to share.

But unlike Ken, Mephisto was so exhausted that he couldn't hold on anymore. As soon as he returned to the consciousness space, he couldn't say a few words, and fell asleep all over.

In the eyes of the silver-haired old butler, it was Sisley who finally got over the frightening state in the first half of the night and started to get better.

Her heart rate and temperature are slowly approaching the normal range, and her breathing has also become stable, no longer like a gust of wind can be taken to see God.

Alfred changed the ice square on her forehead for the last time, and finally sat back on the bed in peace.

The side effects of fear gas are of course terrifying, but the worst fever on Sisley's body was also caused by too many vests and too high a synchronization rate.

Which page game burns the CPU instantly when splitting the screen?

Sisley was filled with emotions, and her face was overrunning—the obedient expression of the whole person being down. In this rare and completely personal time, she was quietly listening to the wind of her consciousness, tasting and smelling. The smell of sea fog beyond Mephisto.

After fearing the poisonous gas, Sisley became a bit like a strange and stingy farm owner, always looking carefully at the things she cares about, or like a new cat's excrement shoveler, whose hands are always empty Make a circle on your own cat, if you can touch it, it would be great.

As for Abaddon and Gabriel, Sisley understood that they had more important things to do.

And compared to the "weak" two-star knife Ken, she is not too worried about big demons and bigger angels. Apart from Abaddon's mind control, Gabriel's combat power is also the upper limit of this world.

Five-star props such as the Ribbon of Desire can already be invincible in Gotham, playing "How Lonely Is Invincible" in a loop; the control required for six-star wings of course also needs to be higher.

Fortunately, so far, the house has been quiet, and the two vests that have been released have returned to a frequency that Sisley can accept, so that she will not be dizzy from burning, and it will be easier for her to understand other people's self duty.

Abaddon killed spy eyes and golems in Gotham tonight, the Lord of Hell was soaked from fingertips to goat horns, and killed crazy; The hero defuses the bomb before.

The six-star wings played a huge role at this time.

Gabriel only needs to smile, and people will be impressed by his divine face and willingly become the leader of the shepherds.

Sisley always knew that this pile of vests was made by herself, but sometimes, she would be surprised by the beauty of "herself".

Ken is handsome, Mephisto is handsome, Abaddon is handsome, and Gabriel is a beautiful stone statue.

Before falling asleep, she pressed her cheek to Mephisto, whom she hadn't seen for a long time, trying to ignore the blood and chaos in her memory, and instead seized on a less bloody thought.

"Shall we go on a picnic?"

Sisley burrowed deeper into the pillow, Alfred was still here, so she gave up the idea of ​​"I'm going to sleep with Mephistopheles and Ken tonight" and lay down on her own, Cover yourself with a little quilt.

Most of the machines around her have been withdrawn, and the rest is just a calm and cool light.

Mephisto woke up briefly and answered her question.

——□□Park.

"I haven't seen New York much yet." Sisley whispered obediently, "What should I prepare for a picnic? Is it baked bread? Jam? Or cheesecake?"

- You can take whatever you want.

It was Ken who answered her this time, his mind wrapping hers peacefully like a tender embrace.

To be more precise, picnic was a word Sisley would never have thought of.

She has been living in the laboratory for the first half of her life, only awake when she needs it, and falls asleep when she is not needed; she reads books with thin pictures when she needs it, and has never even seen the sky outside the laboratory when she is not needed.

Sisley doesn't know what is black and white, nor what are the four seasons.She hadn't experienced a normal life, but she did have a great desire to embrace a normal life.

She didn't really realize what autumn is until she escaped from that laboratory, fled to the world, and "died".

"What about Dad?" Sisley took a short while to calm down, she closed her eyes, and asked vaguely in her heart.

—Will he not let us out?Mephisto demurred.

——He clearly agreed that I could come to visit.

"Threats don't count!" Sisley retorted, "Not all silence is acquiescence!"

Mephisto's electricity immediately rushed to her consciousness, wrapping around and around.It has been a long time since Sisley has been tortured by the beauty of Rose, she made her whole body feel bad, she giggled and begged for mercy in the consciousness space, and almost failed in the real world.

The girl slept well, her eyelashes trembling, her eyeballs rolled slightly under her eyelids, and there was a sweet smile on her lips, as if she was having a good dream.

Alfred watched her all night, and found that Sisley's condition was finally stable, and couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief.

Both Mephisto and Sisley waited for a while, the old butler began to tidy up everything in the room, pushed away the machines, opened the window to disperse the bitter smell of medicine, Sisley was pulled out by him skillfully, and put on a cotton swab , wait until the bleeding stops before taking it gently.

This technique reminded Sisley suddenly that her old father had pulled out the needle for her a long time ago.

That was the third day she had just come into this world.

Sisley couldn't help thinking that she too was loved.

In misfortune, she is also the one who is missed and missed. Someone remembered who she was, and before she took the initiative to look for it, she held her hand, took her to his city, and gave her a home.

Sisley has two homes now, she and the rest of Sisley love each other, but this is her home too.

The old father was always jumping back and forth between compromising—hypervigilance—and compromising again, and all because Sisley held a large part of his heart, and Batman did not compromise with the dark, but the old man A father can compromise with his young daughter, time and time again.

Thinking of this, Sisley suddenly had a kind of courage.

She has a kind of courage about life.

"We're going to have a picnic," she said cheerfully. "There are so many ways we can hang out besides picnics!"

To go to school, to make friends, to live... She wants to try what life is like.