The end game [Zhongyingmei]

Bruce raised his head suddenly and glanced at the shadow in the distance.

"Have you found anything?"

Affected by his actions, Damian also turned his head and glanced coldly in that direction.

"No," Bruce said, "probably just a hallucination."

Xi probably only s is a hallucination Li: …………

Ken gently covered her mouth and nose, walked around tall buildings, and came to the back of the spherical building.

In order to cover up the smell of blood, Ken took off the overalls he had been wearing for a long time, leaving only jeans and a black T-shirt.

The sunlight outlined a vivid light and shadow on his body, Sisley was put down by him to be his knife-holding follower, and Ken himself carefully wiped his hands with his overalls, and wiped his knife again.

-- let's go.

He stretched out his clean hand and lightly touched Sisley's cheek.

"Don't rush away yet." Sisley held Ken's hand instead, "We have to have a plan."

Ken stopped immediately and obediently.

"I want to go to the lab and take Dad out." Sisley said while thinking, "Maybe it's because of the group we built that they were sent here."

——But if you put it this way, Gabriel and the others will also be brought here.

Ken said.

Sisley pursed her lips in distress.

"That... I don't know either." She walked in front of Ken, who automatically lowered his head and hugged her, "Maybe only after going out..."

——You will only know if you ask the game system.

Ken finished the rest of her sentence.

"Yeah." Sisley sighed melancholy, touched Ken's mask, wiped off a spot of blood on it, and licked it away, "Anyway, let's go to the laboratory first."

——Are you afraid?

Ken asked her.

As a back door, the feeling between here and the city is very different, and it seems to be connected to an abandoned courtyard.

The leaves brushed past Sisley's head before being blocked by Ken's warm palm.

The man stood in front of the broken glass door of the laboratory, easily crossed the barrier, avoiding the broken glass all over the floor, his footsteps were as light as a ghost.

He protected Sisley's head, and walked cautiously into the laboratory door.

"I'm not afraid anymore."

Sisley was silent for a while before answering him.

Her little hand was wrapped around Ken's neck so he could easily read, the faint uneasiness in his other self.

——……….

Ken squeezed her hand wordlessly.Sisley adjusted herself for a while, until the emotion she conveyed to Ken no longer panicked, and the tall man was ready to move on.

"Don't go in a hurry."

Sisley stopped him.

"Look," she whispered.

Under the watchful eyes of Sisley and Ken, the back door of the laboratory, which was broken just now, solidified again; pieces of broken glass flew into the air soundlessly, and quickly reassembled, forming a perfect laboratory wall again.

Sisley was about to go up to touch the glass, when Ken's hand that held her was suddenly clenched.

Sisley:?

"how--"

She raised her head, and saw the tall man take off the mask with one hand, bent over and approached her until Sisley was nose to nose with him, and could even see herself in his eyes.

At the same time, Ken's consciousness came heavily.

——You have become smaller.

He said.

"Have you ever heard the story of Alice in Wonderland?"

Sisley asked.

She touched the back of her hands that had become smooth again, quite novel and well-received.

——You can’t say that.

Ken: *complex emotions*

Although she was very cute when she was one size smaller, and she was indeed very much like a custom-made doll, but this would undoubtedly have an impact on Sisley's mentality to a certain extent.

"It's okay." Sisley patted the back of her other self's hand reassuringly, "Look, Dad will never recognize me as the self-aware Sisley Benli."

—Ken's stream of consciousness started bubbling disapprovingly again.

Now that she was sitting on Ken's shoulders, she was more confident, and she didn't have to worry about getting tired of Sisley who was wearing a mask.

Twelve or thirteen-year-old Sisley is a full size smaller than the 16-year-old Sisley, and the place that could reach Ken's chest has become Ken's waist.

——What about your father?

Ken asked her.

"I have a doubt."

Twelve or thirteen-year-old Sisley was hugged by him and sat on his shoulders. She didn't know when a pure white hospital gown was added to her body. Her small face showed a very serious expression, which made Ken hold back the desire to braid her hair. .

"We need to avoid the areas where they may go, and end this dream as soon as possible. I counted the time from the front door to the back door. There are a total of five hundred numbers, nearly eight and a half minutes. It is impossible for them not to come in first. Compared with this ..."

She patted the back of Ken's hand and motioned for him to put herself on the table.

"Go, change clothes." Sisley said with a smile, "We're going to sneak into the lab."

Ken rummaged through the room until he found a set of hospital gowns just like Sisley's, only slightly smaller by an inch, but the rest fit perfectly.

---What now?

he asks.

"Let's go and see where Dad has gone." Sisley jumped off the table spontaneously, and was caught by Ken in mid-air. "We can help them when necessary."

"Look, is that a werewolf?" Tim said softly, pointing to the fallen figure in the cage.

Damian narrowed his eyes and leaned over to take a look.

"Perhaps," he said. "It's dark."

Batman, who was walking in front, turned his head and made a "shh" expression.

Half an hour ago, in the Batcave, Batman and Damian, who hadn't slept for two days, saw Tim, who hadn't slept for three days, yawn.

After a yawn, as if there was a strange force majeure, the three yawned in unison, and then were dragged to sleep by the god of sleep, and when they opened their eyes, they saw each other appearing in the dream.

Batman: ...

Tim: ………

Damian: (eager to try and beat up his brother)

Batman was the first to sense that something was wrong and motioned for Damian and Tim to follow him.

Dreams are scenes related to the spiritual body. In the deepest consciousness, the waking consciousness can't even wake up from the dream. Fortunately, their strength has not been weakened, and they even brought a set of equipment for night patrol.

After experiencing "the broken gate returned to normal after stepping in", "the cage is brightly lit but you can't see what's inside", "although the facilities are complete, there are some traces that humans should have, such as microwave ovens and coffee cups. After shocks like nothing exists", they finally walked down the stairs and came to a door.

The fingerprint lock exudes a bright green brilliance, silently expressing its determination to refuse the entry of idlers.

Damian sneered, "This laboratory is really broken."

Five seconds later, the fingerprint lock was melted silently, Bruce retracted the cutter, and pushed the door open.

The room is full of white, the light is refracted into different light and dark, and the color is still monotonous and suffocating.

"...I've seen something like this."

Damian suddenly spoke.Tim turned to look at him and saw him frowning in rather disgust.

"What is this?" Infected by Damian's expression, he couldn't help asking.

"Torture instruments." Damian looked around, touched the wall, and pointed to Tim.

"Look." He sneered, "This kind of place doesn't even have any materials. If you lock people in for a few days, they will be tortured to the point of madness by this whiteness. When the facility is activated, even the sound will be absorbed here. If you don’t see it, all you see is white, which will greatly confuse people’s cognition.”

Tim felt sorry for hearing that.

Bruce, who was walking in the front, suddenly spoke.

"How many decades?" He asked in a low voice.

Damian thought for a while and replied, "No one can be locked up for that long, so they have to be interrogated before they really go crazy."

"There are people there."

Batman stopped suddenly, staring at the end of the room.

In this huge white cage, the dome is about tens of meters high, making the sitting figure even smaller, like a speck of dust that has been wiped away and never seen again.

Tim himself felt that the description of "white room" was familiar. He was walking while meditating, but was stopped by this, and his thoughts were suddenly interrupted.

"A living person?"

At some point, Damian had an unsheathed sword in his hand.

"It's unlikely." Tim thought for a while, and then retorted, "You saw the door before, I think it's a structure of some kind of memory more than a living person."

The two Robins were talking, but they never relaxed their vigilance for a moment.But that figure didn't intend to turn around, and didn't even move.

It was a rather slender little girl, wearing a pure white hospital gown, her long hair was untrimmed, and fell straight to the white floor, supple and paradoxical, the contrast of black and white was particularly thrilling.

Tim: "...wait a minute..."

Suddenly, he remembered where he heard this familiar description.

——The wind on the roof was cold and fierce, and the girl with black hair and blue eyes smiled happily, her white skirt was swollen and swollen, like a white butterfly about to fly.

"I live in a white room," she says, smiling broadly and sadly, even if she doesn't understand the source of the melancholy.

Bruce ambles behind the figure as Tim leans over to talk to Damian.

She sat on the ground in a quite peaceful posture, staring at the slightly brighter white wall in a daze, not caring about the movement behind her.

It's hard to imagine that such a person can still be considered "alive".

Even the lunatics who wear restraint uniforms in the mental hospital all the year round seem to have much more vitality than her.

A chilling speculation suddenly surged in Batman's heart.

His footsteps first stopped, and after a while, he walked around in front of the little girl with great determination.

Familiar and unfamiliar faces appeared in front of his eyes, but she closed her eyes, like a piece of fragile porcelain, with delicate fingers resting on the hospital gown, it was impossible to tell who was whiter.

"Sisley?"

Bruce asked hoarsely.

His little daughter slowly opened her eyes at the call.

Her eyes were dim and empty, like the sky in a summer evening.

Before he could recover, Bruce found himself on one knee, cupping her tiny palm.

Sisley was manipulated by him obediently, and after being awakened by him, her eyes were not fixed on him, but looked at a certain point in the void.

"What are you looking at?" The old father couldn't help asking her in a soft voice.

no respond.

Twelve or thirteen-year-old Sisley followed him to hold her hand, expressionless, as if she couldn't hear with her ears, taste with her lips, or smell with her nose.

Bruce puts that small, cold hand to his face, and bears it, until he tastes his own blood in his mouth.