The end game [Zhongyingmei]

"What's the matter, my friend?"

The desperate aura emanating from the little spider greatly pleased the ruler of hell. The black-haired young man was full of worries, and he got up and leaned in Peter's direction, trying to see what happened by looking over his vainly blocking arm.

"Ah, don't..."

Before Peter could stop him, the black-haired young man had already lightly held his arm, and glanced at the small square glowing with blue light with concern.

"Ah, it's us."

The little spider heard Cain, who has not been poisoned by modern civilized society, say happily, "This is really a strange angle, did someone secretly take the picture?"

"Yes."

While crying silently in his heart, Peter did not forget to answer, "Things like this will always exist in modern society, and even I can't stop everyone from secretly taking pictures. They will often ask me to say hello to them or something--I I mean, sometimes it's really good, but sometimes it gets me in trouble—am I talking too much again?"

Following his narration, the curious smile on the black-haired youth's face disappeared, and he looked a little serious.

"My friend, you don't seem to like people taking pictures like this. Am I right?"

"It's not that I don't like it, it just gets me into all kinds of trouble... I mean sometimes."

The black-haired young man stared at him without saying a word, so Peter could only raise his hands in surrender, "Okay, I really don't like people shooting me like this, it's okay when I wear the hood, but it makes me very uncomfortable when I don't wear it Comfortable. But we don't know who took the photo, there are too many people in the sandwich shop."

"I can let you know."

Cain said abruptly.

He stretched out his hand again, and Peter almost had a psychological shadow of his action.

"--Don't!"

This time, Cain just flicked lightly in the palm of his hand before Peter jumped to his feet.

What kind of shiny thing was that? Even a person with extremely strong dynamic vision like Little Spider couldn't see the details clearly.

"Come on, my friend, let's go outside here. It's always harder to see people around you when you're in a vortex, and you'll feel better outside."

"Okay." Peter touched his schoolbag in the booth, ready to get up and leave, "Of course."

"Wait for me a little while before that, my friend, will you? I need to go to the bathroom."

Cain put a hand on the young man's shoulder and felt him nod his head in a relaxed manner, so he got up and left the booth, his back was unhurried.

Peter watched him go, didn't feel anything, and continued to play with his mobile phone with his head down and depressed.

New Yorkers are so good at gossip, and the number of rooster crowing floors has been built up to thousands.

"Don't these people have to go to work? Don't they have to eat dinner?" Peter scratched his head again, and stopped before his hair was scratched into a storm chicken coop.

If it wasn't for the holidays, the little spider himself should be at school at this time.

He swiped for another five minutes before remembering the real reason he turned on his phone: he was searching for Cain's story.The black-haired young man who even left the back would attract the gazes of a network of sandwich shops.

At the same time, after making sure that there was no one around, Abaddon immediately took off the colored contact lenses that were stuck on his eyes.

The light was bright, and when it hit his face, he looked even paler and darker. Goat horns grew out of his head uncontrollably, twisting and winding, wrapped in the blood that flowed down.

The lord of hell locked himself in the compartment, and in the next second, he appeared in Sisley's bedroom on the top floor of the hotel.

There is nothing here now, only a necklace floating gently in the air.

Normal people would yell that there was a ghost when they saw it, but Abaddon turned a blind eye and even drew the surrounding curtains tighter.

As soon as the phone rang the second time, he had already bent down, picked up the phone, and slid to unlock it.

"Hello?" he said softly, "Is that Dad?"

Anyone here will be surprised by the scene in front of them.Abaddon's lips barely moved, but the voice of Sisley's body was heard very clearly.

Bruce's voice came from the phone, a little distorted, so it seemed even colder.

"Sisley, it's me."

Holding the thin phone in his hand, Abaddon has already started to walk around.

"Dad, New York is so fun! I ordered a delicious kaiseki meal and saw the night view here. Mr. Stark is really nice, and he even picked me up and Ken. Next I want to have a picnic , if it gets warmer—does Daddy like a picnic?"

On the answering machine, Sisley herself was chirping, carefree, like a cheerful bird.

And the chirping of a bird is enough to dispel any unhappiness.

"You just have to have fun."

Of course Bruce would not answer this question, he only explained a few words and told Sisley to come back as soon as possible, then hung up the phone.

But Abaddon's ears were sensitive enough to hear that his voice was much calmer than before he answered the phone.

After hanging up the phone, Bruce stopped comparing the audio analyzer to confirm that the location and people over there were correct, and then started working again.

Abaddon also stretched out his hand, hooked it lightly, and motioned for the diamond bracelet to fly back to the bedside table by itself.

The shadow wrapped the diamond bracelet, and it would move every ten minutes, perfectly simulating Sisley's usual routine.

The ruler of hell is tall and tall, with different pupils and long hair, and his face is pure evil. When he makes such movements, he looks like a devil crawling out of hell, choosing to come down to prey on the souls of innocent girls.

However, in the next second, Abaddon's goat horns and different pupils suddenly faded rapidly, and his long hair shrank instantly. He first changed into the appearance of the victim on the university campus, and then gradually stabilized in the image of "Cain".

The mirror in the bedroom reflects his face, softly contoured and full of classical beauty.

Cain couldn't help reaching out and touching his face.

"Why?" he asked softly.

[Lie contract: 5%]

No one has really been coaxed into signing anything yet, yet Abaddon seems to have cast the image of Cain too successfully, such as Peter Parker has completely believed the lie.

But when the contract of lies uncontrollably made Abaddon speak, Sisley in goat's skin was once bewildered.

Why Cain?

If she really could not help telling lies, Sisley thought that she would never pick out the name Cain anyway.

And it was not anyone who controlled her to speak like this, but the deed of lies, that ancient parchment that was about to decay.

"Are you using things that have already been used?" Abaddon suddenly asked Void.

【………】

The system fell silent.

Compared to Sisley's main body and the game system, Abaddon is more indifferent, almost indifferent.

"Hidden mission, or a trouble I can't get rid of?"

[Please be Cain. 】

The system beeped twice, and the text scrolled silently on the light screen, unfolding a blank map.

"I'm Cain now." Abaddon stared at the map with a frightening smile twisted on his face, "What are you talking about?"

[Please be Cain. 】

The system insisted.

Abaddon narrowed his eyes and took a closer look.

"You drew a map of the desert?" he asked. "It's not like a desert treasure or something, is it?"

The system doesn't speak, but in Abaddon, silence is tantamount to acquiescence.

"It's really interesting." He said slowly, "It's very interesting."

"Excuse me, sorry."

When Peter Parker clicked on the third Wikipedia, there was a shadow in front of him.

A dark-haired young man stood in front of him, wiping his hands with a paper towel.The scent of lemon suits him, floating softly around him.

"Shall we go?" the black-haired youth asked, and Peter had no reason to refuse.

That photo with a gay atmosphere was enough to make Peter feel sympathetic. He was always suspicious of staying here, and someone wanted to take a photo of him bowing his head and playing with his phone, and then accompanied it with the text that he was dumped.

As they walked out side by side, Peter heard Cain whispering on the wind.The black-haired young man turned to look at him with obvious gratitude in his eyes.

"Thank you, my friend, for everything you promised me. Without you, I would be lost in this world alone, and it would take me a long time to find where I want to be."

"There is nothing to thank." Peter was a little embarrassed, "Aren't we friends?"

"you're right."

The black-haired young man was kind, with a trace of Peter's elusive smile on his lips.

The streets of New York in the evening still have a magnificent beauty, the setting sun is shining on every glass window, Peter and Cain strolled on the street, couldn't help being happy for the wonderful experience of this day.

"What are you going to show me?"

Walking past a group of screaming girls and a couple of busking hippies, Peter finally asked.

The black-haired young man pointed to an empty alley, motioning for Peter to go in.

"Blood is a wonderful thing."

Under Peter's terrified gaze, Cain bit the tip of his finger.

The bright red blood dripped to the ground and seeped into the ordinary alley bricks, and the black-haired youth wrote several symbols on the ground with this finger.

The flames ignited in an instant, but the people passing by outside the alley turned a blind eye to the spectacle.

Little spider: dumbfounded.gif

Little Spider: Slow Slow Crack Open

"Wait, what is that?"

Peter admitted that he really didn't have much contact with the magic side, so he was immediately fascinated by Cain's methods.

"A little trick, with my physical ability, traveling around the world like this, there are always things that other people can't do."

Cain told him in a good-tempered manner, and showed him the order in which the symbols were written.

"This will prevent others from overhearing our conversation, because I have a present for you."

The black-haired young man went to his pocket with his bleeding hand, even though he was wearing a white shirt with lantern sleeves, but after he took his fingers out of the pocket again, the blood and wounds were gone.

He smiled and stretched out a hand towards the dumbfounded little spider, and at this time there was something shiny lying on his palm.

It was a green, emerald-like hard candy-like thing.

"What is this?" Peter couldn't help but wonder, "It's as beautiful as a jewel."

"Unfortunately, it is not an expensive natural gemstone, nor does it belong to the category of gemstones, but a pill refined by humans." Abaddon laughed.

——Will the pill be this color?

Peter felt his heart was shaken, and couldn't help suspecting that his new friend wanted to poison him for 3 minutes.

He took the pill anyway, looked it around in his hand, and decided to eat it.

"What is its function? It looks amazing, and it is no different from a real gem."

"It can help you find the person who secretly took the photo." The black-haired young man smiled innocently.

"It contains sage, moonflower, lily of the valley, rhododendron and magnolia..." Dozens of herbal plant extracts that Peter didn't even know were added, which made the poor little spider dizzy. It's like a ruthless recipe memorizing machine.

"Swallow it?" Peter asked finally.

"Need not."

The black-haired young man gave him a relieved look, "Just put it on the bottom of your tongue, one tablet every [-] hours."

"Ok."

Peter became cruel, opened his mouth and pressed the pill under his tongue.

As soon as you take it in, this green gem-like pill immediately bursts out with a bitter wild mint scent, which disappears after three or four seconds, leaving Peter with only time to contort his expression. The aftertaste is as refreshing and soft as ordinary mints up.

"This--"

[Yes, my friend, this is what it does. 】

He saw the smiling face of the black-haired young man, but the beautiful lips did not open or close, but were tightly closed.

Little Spider: Pupil Earthquake!

Little Spider: What——

Just at this time, two little girls arm in arm passed by the door of the alley.

Cain took out another pill from his pocket and put it under his tongue as well, listening to the heartbeats of the two girls.

One thinking "I'm sorry, but I'm in love with your boyfriend's dad", and the other thinking "I put the blue cheese in your Hermès bag last week", what a drama of the year.

When the two girls walked out of the alley, Peter could no longer hear clearly the awkward conversation that made him stand out from the scene.

"This is——" He couldn't help turning his head, staring closely at the handsome face of the black-haired young man, his heart was greatly shocked.

"It's just a gadget."

The black-haired young man smiled indulgently at him, "Go, my friend, go and accomplish what you want to do, and don't stay with me here anymore. As an old man at this age, I still have to pay attention to this city. Do some exploration, so you won't be so lost again."

"So am I still looking for you at the sandwich shop tomorrow?" Peter asked.

He watched as Cain walked over, stepped on the flames at the door, took out a small bottle from his pocket, poured it on the ground, and wiped away the traces of his blood.

"Then it's settled."

Cain nodded and put the vial back in his pocket.He turned his head and saluted the little spider, but the other party hurriedly jumped a step, and saluted awkwardly in the same posture.

"See you tomorrow!"

The childish cry of the little spider was still heard far away after the black-haired youth left.

He watched Cain's figure disappear among the tall buildings, and he stepped into the sandwich shop again.

Sisley sent another message in the group chat, and received an automatic exclamation point from the system.

"Has the space-time rift been unable to send messages like this?" She tapped the system boredly.

[In some places where the connection is relatively weak, the larger the copy, the more this is the case. ] The system replied to her sympathetically.

"Hey, let's finish playing early and go out early."

At such a young age, Sisley already showed the exclamation of a social animal.

While quickly closing the light screen chat, she turned her head and gave a warning to everyone behind her.

"Don't fall behind."

iron Man:………

Black Widow: ……………

Captain America: …………………

Together they looked at Sisley's two thin short legs wearing leather boots, and fell into deep thought.

Sisley felt that wearing a new vest should be scary enough, but Livia's height was not as high as Captain America's chest.

The little one, with its sweet looks and gorgeous jewelry, doesn't look like an agent, but more like a ceramic doll that broke the window glass and jumped out of the display case.

Beside her, Eve looked submissive and soft. Two little girls were gathered together, one was fifteen or sixteen years old, and the other was eleven or twelve years old. They looked like two sisters.

This way came from the building on the other side of the rose wall, and the Avengers killed a few more fish that slipped through the net.

According to 067, the time-space rift is a time-space that really existed, but due to various reasons, the civilization here stopped permanently at a certain moment, no longer developed, and no human survived.

A civilization that has become garbage like this should have disappeared directly, but sometimes, the world is full of accidents.

Time, space and civilization pretending to be in a good state are extremely sticky and corrosive. Once they take root in the real living civilization, they will start trying to descend from the inner world to the outer world, until they are permanently integrated with the outer world.

For example, if Freddy's World on Elm Street accidentally implants in the table world, then children should worry about their sleep.

And those few fish that slipped through the net were the human beings who had lived before all of them died later.

There is quite a bit of good information from their mouths, including but not limited to the history of the kingdom.

According to them, the royal family in this world does not so much have enough rights, it is better to say that their rights are all given by the saint.

The saint is in the dark, and the royal family is in the light, becoming a living target of the people's anger.

067 has to play the role of the little princess, Natasha is the queen, Dr. Banner is the queen's entourage, Eve is also the little princess' entourage, Hawkeye is the queen's cousin's entourage, and Iron Man is the queen's cousin , Captain America's identity is even more difficult to guess, but if you pull out the corner of the cloak and guess the name and pattern embroidered with gold thread, you will understand.

He was a family friend of the queen's cousin.

"We're getting there."

The little red-haired girl in front suddenly reminded.

Captain America caught up to her in a few steps and lightly pressed her shoulder.The little girl turned her head in amazement, and the blond-haired, blue-eyed man had already stepped forward before her.

After a few seconds, the other party amplified the normal volume and called them over.

"There's no danger here."

He said.

In this space, only a large wall of roses is left as a barrier, surrounded by a large open space.

A huge chessboard is unfolded before everyone, and the colorful pieces are arrogantly glanced at by everyone from above.

On the far side of the chessboard sits a pure gold dice, so huge and heavy that even the Hulk cannot guarantee to push it.

"What is this, Ludo?" Iron Man asked.

"I don't know either." Natasha shook her head.

When it was Captain America's turn, he shrugged wordlessly, saying that he didn't know what it was.

The three adults who didn't have any similar entertainment looked at the other two. Dr. Banner and Hawkeye just shook their heads. Hawkeye said that he had seen something similar when he was playing with his children, but he couldn't remember the specifics. How to play.

So the five adults turned their attention to the two children.

Eve:?

Eve tilted her head.

Sisley herself didn't know what it was, but it didn't affect her acting in a vest.

"There." The girl glanced coldly over Captain America's head, "Pull that scroll off."

"what is that?"

Captain America did as he said, the scroll was so high that even he had to struggle to reach the bottom.

He thought he would tear the paper, but he didn't expect the scroll to unfold automatically with a light touch.

"mission Board."

The red-haired girl walked up to him, squinting at the words on the scroll.

"I'm sorry." Steve looked at her size and said suddenly.

Sisley:?

In the next second, she vacated and sat on Captain America's strong arms.

The man's muscles are warm and elastic, like the unique super ergonomic chair in the world.

Captain America holds a tiny little girl in his arm, feeling like he's holding a small box of pizza—it doesn't really weigh much.

The little girl in midair looked even more unhappy.

"Do you think she will slap our captain directly?" Iron Man and Natasha whispered.

"Obviously not."

Natasha rolled her eyes at him, fixed her crown, and ignored him.

The little girl lifted up by Captain America tugged at her skirt and pursed her lips tightly, but she didn't lose her temper, but took the time to concentrate on reading the words on the scroll.

When she finished reading, she gave the blond, blue-eyed man a rude look.

"Put me down!"

"Enough."

Captain America put her back on the ground in a good temper, and heard the girl humming in dissatisfaction.

Her long dress fell apart again in the process, so the little girl began to braid the long dress in a ponytail, trying to tie it around her waist, and the whole action looked funny and cute.

"Do you want me to help?" Natasha thought it was funny, and she bent down to coax the little girl with a wrinkled face softly.

"No!" The little girl retorted immediately.

Natasha acted in a daze on purpose.

She didn't feel anything in her heart, but she didn't say a word on the surface, and silently retreated to her team, suppressing the corner of her mouth that was desperately raised.

As she did so - Natasha swears - she felt a rather disturbing glance from the little girl.

It's like a little beast that has bitten someone hard. After finding out that the other party is sad, it becomes overwhelmed. It wants to make up for it but doesn't know how to do it.

All in all it's very cute.

The little girl straightened her skirt before she said loudly.

"In this space-time rift, match-[-] games dominate."

"A match-[-] game means...?"

Captain America interjected.

"A game like Ninety Happy Matches, where three identical cubes can be eliminated in a row."

The little girl glanced at him with a strange look, probably "how did you live to such an age", and Captain America accepted this scrutiny with a wry smile.

She whispered softly and continued.

"Next to it is a match-[-] game, and completing the match-[-] game is equivalent to completing the task of the day, and you can get certain points."

"And the points are applied to...?" Iron Man asked aloud.

"Did you see the track over there?" the little girl asked, "We will all go to that track in a while, and running to the finish line is equivalent to victory. But each point can only let you go to a certain range of track , so increase the number of points as much as possible.”

At the same time, Sisley was also thinking in her heart.

——No wonder this is a ten-player dungeon.

The map is really too big, the track over there seems to be far away from the sky, and half of it has turned gray in the distant fog, which is the part that Sisley can't even see.

More importantly, the system just told her the rules of the track in her mind.

[These are lucky cubes. 】The system solemnly said, 【Be careful.Although the name of the lucky cube sounds very lucky, each cube has a certain number of points. 1 can draw absolute good luck, 0 means good luck and bad luck are possible, and -1 means bad luck in different degrees. 】

"Can you give me an example?" Sisley trembled, "Doom sounds like my thing."

[For example, you may drive to an exploding bomb, flammable items, poison sprayed out, or the living dead like in the garden. 】

"Lucky?" Sisley asked unwillingly.

[Lucky items may be the ultimate weapons, equipment, blood recovery potions, gems and gold, and buffs that will completely disappear in this world when you touch an enemy. 】

The system affirmed, [The copy will not leave a complete train of thought, but this thing of luck——]

"—I don't think they will, and I don't think I will, to be honest." Sisley said frankly.

There might be someone more unlucky than her in the world, but Sisley herself really didn't have any luck.

Just to say that being locked up in a laboratory for 20 years is already a very important stroke in the history of human misfortune.

Not to mention the other superheroes like Captain America who lost their best friend and were locked under ice for 70 years. Wherever they go, there are no accidents. Everyone has a very sad story and bad luck.

For example, the black widow's dark training years, everything she lost in the Siberian snowstorm, family, love, affection, and Hawkeye's countless absences, such as Dr. Banner's hiding and hiding, the pain is unspeakable, such as Iron Man The ups and downs of a life, and after losing her parents, her life was almost hanging by a thread. Before Sisley didn't know that they really existed, these stories had already gained considerable power, not to mention the shock caused by them standing in front of her alive now. Sisley herself is sometimes surprised at how empathetic she is.

Because people who can become superheroes are those who still choose to save others under great pain, and super villains are those who cannot withstand the pressure and completely blacken.

And Sisley understands this deeply.

She stood there deeply and looked at the chessboard. Black Widow and Hulk had already gone to the match-[-] over there to try, but only Captain America walked in her direction without reading the air.

"The other two tracks are empty, do you know why, 067?"

He was still polite, at least remembering that Sisley didn't like that name.

While trying her best to hold back her laughter, she instantly put on Livia's indifferent vest.

"Isn't the answer obvious enough to you?"

The little girl who was as tall as his waist got to know him a little better, and she answered more sentences than before.

Her tiny fingers tapped the air, "They're stuck somewhere here, they haven't had time to compete yet, that's all."

"Do we still have a chance to save them?" Captain America was not happy with the answer he got.

He straightened up and looked anxiously at the bright and towering rose wall, imagining how bad it would be if someone fell inside.

...they are doing well.

Sisley was quite speechless about this, and glanced at several labels on the map.

The ones gathered around her were all bright green, and the two farther and farther away from her still had their labels on, and there were no hints such as low blood volume, and even the previous yellow label turned into a swinging one. The green label flickers wildly between light yellow and light green, like a firefly.

"This is..." Sisley whispered to the system.

The system also whispered back to her.

[The scent of roses has hallucinogenic effects, and the hallucinations themselves are largely found from past memories. 】

Miserable, Winter Soldier, miserable.

It's too miserable, I chased here all the way, but I didn't get killed, and I passed out on the side of the rose wall. Sisley opened the small map and could see that the whole body of the Winter Soldier was swept into the dark ground by the rose vines , rolled into a thick roll like a silkworm baby, unable to move at all, even Sisley couldn't help but shed tears of sympathy for him.

"If you have discussed it with your partner and have no objection to it, I don't need to refute you. But it's a good thing not to participate, don't you think?"

The little red-haired girl put her hair that was blown away by the wind back behind her ears, and said coldly.

"What do you mean?" Captain America asked.

"Come on, don't you really think it's a 'lucky' track?"

Everyone has the opportunity to go to the tray to grab a handful of initial points, and five points can step on the grid once.

Sisley reached out her hand to grab a handful just now, and she already had a handful of colorful glass beads in her hand, roughly looking like she could step on three or four.

"068's luck has always been better than mine, but you should be similar to me."

"Then you want to..."

"I'll give you a demo and you'll know."

Captain America couldn't stop it, and he really couldn't stop it.Everyone has their own track, and you can't leave here without running the full distance.

Even if he didn't want to put a child in danger, he had to let her stand on his own track, letting fate be dominated by illusory luck.

"Okay, let's begin."

Sisley said to herself.

Five small glass beads disappeared from her hand, and a yellow cube fell from the sky and fell in front of the little red-haired girl.

Unmoved, she completely blocked the voice in her ears calling her to leave there quickly, and dismantled the cube with three strokes.

For a second, nothing happened.

But in the next second, a wishing well suddenly appeared in front of her. Fireworks flew all over the sky, making piercing sounds and dazzling white light. The little girl bent down, took out a gold grain on the floor, and threw it straight into the well. went in.

Huge subtitles also popped out, and the orange-red color glaringly caught Sisley's eyes.

"Please make your choice! Please make your choice! Do you choose to bypass it, or do you choose to fight for it?"

In the distance, there were various voices calling her to go down quickly, but Sisley pretended not to hear them.

"What might appear in this lucky well?" In the chaos, she suddenly asked the system.

[It may be diamonds, emeralds, gold, and pure iron erupting from the well,] the system replied, [It may also be a magma prison, where explosives explode, a room full of bats are locked with you, and so on. 】

"We'll know the answer soon."

Sisley took a deep breath.

"...Or, I know now."

An extremely scorching temperature appeared above her head, and at a height of ten meters, a bright red bubbling liquid dripped down bit by bit, getting closer and closer to her, as if the god of death was teasing her.

Lava poured slowly over Livia's head, and she had to remove the iron bars before she could.

Sisley: Grass (a type of plant).