The end game [Zhongyingmei]

In the end, Sisley couldn't remember who carried her back to the master bedroom.

She fell asleep while soaking, and when she was half asleep, someone wrapped her in a blanket like a cake roll and held her in her arms.

Every Sisley soaked in the same fragrance in the bath, so Sisley couldn't tell which hand was rubbing her wet long hair, and which chest made her feel dizzy. with.

"Go to sleep." Sisley seemed to hear someone say that.

A slightly cool palm covered her eyes that she wanted to open, the bed pillow sank, someone lay down and slept beside her, an arm gently wrapped her around her, with gentle movements.

It doesn't look like Ken's snuggly sleeping position, or Mephisto's possessive embrace.

The aroma of the shower gel seemed to gradually dissipate, and Sisley smelled the fragrance of cedar on that person's body.

"Go to sleep, go to sleep..." She heard the man whisper like a sigh, and his hand stroked her back once and for all, like coaxing an ignorant baby to sleep.

From Abaddon's point of view, under the dim night light, he saw "his" eyelashes trembling slightly, his fingers were thin, and his neck was also thin. Fragile doll.

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The mature black-haired youth finally restrained his thoughts effectively.He blinked regretfully, and at the same time, Sisley fell asleep completely.

Abaddon withdrew the arms that supported his body, and lay down in the same manner, and held his fingers together with Sisley restrainedly, and fell asleep.

On the other hand, the party is far from over.

Ken has woken up from his nap and is swimming in the bathtub without needing to change his breath, while Mephistopheles is picking at the tray, deciding whether it is a black forest cake or a red velvet cake.

And Gabriel on the side got out of the bathtub, and translucent wings slowly appeared behind him. The holy light quickly evaporated the wet part of his body visible to the naked eye, and the archangel regained its awe-inspiring and inviolable appearance.

"Bring me an iced coffee, please."

Mephisto let out the red ribbons and let them float lazily near the archangel with her, and said lazily.

Gabriel lowered his head slightly to meet her gaze.

The archangel's eyes were cold and deep.

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Under Mephisto's gaze, Gabriel walked across the room, took a cup of iced coffee, walked back a little slowly, and handed the coffee to her obediently.

While receiving the coffee, Mephisto put his hand on the back of Gabriel's hand, and the two of them connected with each other at this moment.

——If you are sleepy, go catch up with Abaddon and the others.Mephisto kindly reminded.

—I'm not that sleepy.

Gabriel shook his head calmly.

Of course, Sisley would not force herself to go to bed early, especially for these strong virtual human bodies. Sleeping or not will not affect the physical function and operation at all, and will only reduce mental fatigue.

So Mephisto lay down again, and the ribbon of desire formed a thin raft behind her. She floated on the water, drinking iced coffee while biting a red velvet cake, as if she was on vacation on some island.

The archangel continued to sit on the "shore", concentrating on watching the TV program that Sisley hadn't finished watching a few hours ago.

The room became extremely quiet and harmonious for a while, except for the sound of Gabriel's TV, there was the occasional sound of water that Ken made.

This scene lasted for a long time, until Abaddon floated out of the bedroom like a ghost.He was pale, and his handsome, clear face looked absent-minded.

Abaddon ignored a wall and walked right through it as Gabriel cast a puzzled look at him, all Sisley saw.

There was a sudden commotion in the bathtub.

Ken, who had just emerged from the water, almost fell back tactically and fell back into the bathtub; half of Mephisto's desire ribbon fell apart with a "crash", but fortunately she reacted quickly, and the cake and iced coffee were held high in the bathtub. In the air, he survived; as for Gabriel, his pupils trembled and he almost crushed the thin remote control.

"It's a skill." Abaddon, who was in a wandering spirit state, said listlessly, "I'm still sleeping in the bedroom."

As he said this, the body solidified again visible to the naked eye, as if a real person was standing in place.

But with Gabriel's true eyes, Abaddon doesn't exist here.

The archangel walked over and touched Abaddon's arm silently.

Sure enough, there is no empathy.

The lord of hell—or should I say the devil—is all too familiar with playing with people's eyes and hearts, and it can even be said to be a subtle housekeeping skill.

But all this can't fool the angel.

Sisley, who was dressed in angel skin, looked at the other self in front of her, and was dizzy by this strange phantom.Intellectually, she knew that the Abaddon in front of her did not exist, but emotionally she still felt that there was another self standing in front of her.

Sisley: *displeased*

"Okay." Abaddon comforted the Archangel who could see the low pressure with the naked eye, "Let's get down to business first."

Mephisto and Ken also came out of the bath, and Gabriel sent a steaming feather each.

When Mephisto visited Wayne Manor, he wasn't just looking for Sisley.

There was also a chip she placed under the teacup, and even Abaddon and Gabriel hadn't told her what was in the chip.

Mephisto didn't ask either.

Abaddon and Gabriel didn't get close to Sisley much, but she and Ken did.

Sisley separated from each virtual body does not want Sisley to remember her life experience again.

If she wanted to come to New York, she would come to New York.

She wants a picnic, so they have a picnic.

Sisleys always have an unspeakable love and love for the main body.

The world is dark and bad enough, and they want "themselves" to be happy every day.

After Mephisto left, Bruce stood by the door for a while before returning to the reception room.

Sunshine slanted in from the windows, and there was a strong fragrance of roses on the red ribbon in the reception room.

The teacup with her lip prints was placed on the coffee table, almost falling off the edge, as if she just put it away carelessly.

Little-heart-has-ghosts.

The woman's gloomy red lips seemed to be still in front of her eyes, like a bone flower that made people shudder.

Bruce walked over, picked up the teacup, and put it alone in the evidence bag, as if to test the DNA on the lip print.

At the same time, he casually touched the bottom of the teacup with his fingers, and when he touched the small hard object, he confirmed his guess even more.

But this is Wayne Manor, with weapons comparable to an army, and the confidence to withstand a company's heavy firepower. From the magic side to the voodoo secret method, Batman and his Batcave will always have a solution question.

Thinking of this, Bruce's back suddenly crawled with a layer of cold sweat belatedly.

He remained calm on the surface, and first took the teacup back to the Bat Cave for testing.

The things on it are scanned into the machine and converted into rows of data.

As Bruce expected, Mephisto's DNA was completely messed up.

According to the data he analyzed, her internal organs should be collapsing and rotting all the time, and regenerate at the same speed; the feeding system of the red ribbon has been completely converted to blood-based, but this is more like some kind of parasitic.

The beautiful shell of the red ribbon is fixed, and in order to maintain this appearance, she will always need blood supplements, otherwise she will gradually decline due to the relationship between body functions.

If you insist on a metaphor, she has already broken away from the scope of human beings, and is more like a machine that will operate automatically when it is filled with oil.

The body data that is so powerful that it is almost invincible contains an even more terrifying price behind it.

"..." Batman was almost at a loss for words.

With the current level of technology, Bruce can't imagine how this can be done.

Normally, an ordinary human being would not be able to survive such a transformation.

So what about Sisley?

Bruce's thoughts couldn't help turning to Sisley, and the answer behind it was enough to make Gotham Knight close his eyes in grief.

For those experimenters, the little daughter he held in his hand was just an experimental product.

Compared to other friends in her lab, compared to Mephisto and Ken, Sisley is almost a complete failure of the experiment.

She is unable to fight, her immune system and bones are more fragile than ordinary people, her physical fitness is very poor, and she has no trace of training at all.

But new doubts hit Bruce again at this time.

If Sisley was really a failed experiment, then how did she survive till now?

Unless, in the eyes of those experimenters...

...and she succeeded.

In a sudden enlightenment, standing still in the dim light of the Batcave, for a moment, Bruce even felt creepy.

Great anger and sadness made him clenched his teeth, and his palms pressed against the table were clenched into fists.

Mephisto's smile lingered in Bruce's mind. She was an extremely clever beast, but when she came to visit, she almost couldn't wait to send all the flaws to him.

Lipstick print.lips.The hand that pressed lightly under the teacup.

Bruce couldn't help but think of the team that inexplicably appeared next to the Joker, and they almost played a decisive role in the Joker's second escape.

He tried to track them down, but they disappeared inexplicably after appearing.

There is no trace, no direction of retreat, but evaporates in the air out of thin air.

Bruce was sure that there had never been that strange force in Gotham's undercurrent.

Mephisto's silent reminder seemed still in sight.She and Ken were also part of the siege that night, and Batman wasn't sure exactly what they saw or did.He didn't want to deal with the beast, but now it seemed that he had to.

The chip was still tucked into Bruce's cuff, cold against his skin like a tiny fang.

Bruce closed his eyes.