The end game [Zhongyingmei]

Looking at the scene over there, Sisley made an unbelievable sound.

Sisley: Huh———————?

Ken was quick with his hands and eyes, and firmly covered Sisley's mouth, and by the way, pulled her off his shoulders and tucked her under his arms, like a chef holding a small salted fish.

At this moment, the two Sisleys are hiding in the operating room of the white room, observing the old father's every move through the single wall.

Ken's five senses have reached the limit of human sensitivity, and he knows how long he can see before Batman and the Son of the Assassin find out.

——Didn't you say to keep quiet?

Bruce had already let go of "Sisley"'s hand and stood up.

The slightly groggy expression disappeared, but his face was terribly dark, as if clouds mixed with a huge momentum enveloped the sky, waiting for an opportunity to attack.

Tim's face was solemn, and he also went around to the front, looked at Sisley, and tried to communicate with her.

[Not including such a shameful scene! ! 】

Sisley glanced at it and couldn't help but turn her head away. The skin touched, and the silent scream from the main body was automatically sent to Ken's brain, making his scalp tense.

The main body flicked hard under his palm, leaving the hard salted fish state, like a small live fish about to overheat to death.

Ken was a little helpless, and felt that the funny was a little bit sad, and only half of his mind was on the scene over there.

—that's no shame.

Ken comforted her.

——That is just a laboratory simulation of your twelve or thirteen-year-old state, and it is no longer you now.

【yes……】

Sisley puffed rather displeasedly.

[Although I don't quite remember what happened, I don't like being shown like this. 】

---I understand.

Ken continued to comfort her.

Even so, Sisley's body, which is one size smaller, is very cute whether it is in a fresh state or in the state of porcelain inside.

Her cheeks were snow-white, and pink steamed up when she moved a little, and the tail of her hair was gently wrapped around Ken's wrist, just like a small animal's touch.

A weak, non-aggressive, very cute little animal.

And there is such a theory in the scientific world that the cuter something is, the more people can't help but feel a desire to destroy it from the bottom of their hearts.

Ken: *stops*

Sisley: *frozen in empathy*

So Ken acted preemptively, followed the inner voice, lifted up the mask, leaned forward and bit the roundest part of Sisley's face, and kept his mouth shut.

Ken: *Boji Boji*

Ken: *chews*

Sisley: Cry out loud.jpg

[Ken also learned badly. 】

After finally breaking free from the clutches of the other self that had suddenly become abnormal, with a row of pale pink tooth marks on it, Sisley condemned with tears in her eyes.

——Sorry, it's so cute, I can't help it.

Ken calmed down and wiped her face guiltily, wiping away the virtual energy that wasn't there.

【and then? 】

Sisley held her still hot face and asked, 【What should we do next? 】

——You said we were going to explore the lab.

Ken answered.

Sisley glanced at the scene on the other side of the single-item wall for the last time, and was inexplicably startled.

Ken didn't tug at her, and turned to see what she was doing suspiciously.

"That, is the memory. After the previous scene is constructed, the memory will gradually disappear."

Sisley whispered.

"I have this hunch."

After Sisley finished saying that, without warning, "Sisley" sitting on the ground suddenly started to glow and become transparent.

Her skin turned into a shining statue, and the spots of light quickly disappeared into the air.

Batman subconsciously reached out to grab her shoulder, only to catch invisible air.

After a long time, he slowly withdrew his hand.

"Let's go."

said Batman.

Now he has many, many questions waiting to ask Sisley, and when the dream wakes up, he is sure that she will answer everything honestly, because she has always been innocent and frank, romantic and gentle.

But at the same time, through the estranged film of memory, Bruce realizes that all of Sisley's good qualities are swaying flowers growing from sickly soil.

"I take back what I said earlier."

After "Sisley" completely disappeared into thin air, Damian confessed.

"She's not weak, at least she's better than I thought."

Bruce: "..."

He was silent for a while, raised his foot, did not discuss too much on this topic, but walked towards the exit.

The white remains on his retina, covering the sky, no matter looking left or right, up or down.

After staying here for a while, his sense of space has been gradually lost, and he has become unable to understand whether the white that is close at hand is the wall at the other end of the room, or the floor under his feet.

Damian and Tim didn't seem to want to stay here either. The two boys were walking fast. If they weren't afraid of overtaking Batman, they would have already started running.

Tim was already thinking about the shocking things Sisley said that day.

Even though sleep has become an unattainable luxury since becoming Red Robin, Tim still has a surprisingly good memory.

———White room... He thought hard, she also said...

"She would be forced to fall asleep and wake up in pain."

Tim murmured, swallowing back the conclusion that came to him on the tip of his tongue.

Seeing it with your own eyes is different from just hearing about it.Even if he took a step back, did not regard Sisley as his family, and simply witnessed the tragic past of a stranger, Red Robin could not understate it, and only used a few words to summarize the experience that affected others' lives.

After leaving the white room, the laboratory is still annoyingly white, with white walls, white stairs, white tiles, and white doors.

"........."

It could almost be said to be a shadow, for those who have been to the cell just now.

Damian flipped through his belt silently, and took out the concentrated and bright oil paint used to inform and confuse the enemy.

They walked up the stairs just now, the footsteps echoing softly in the hallway, changing from irregular to regular, until Batman stopped again, staring at a door that was similar to the one before.

Ten seconds later, Batman stretched out his hand and pushed lightly, and the heavy door came crashing down, charred debris falling onto the white floor tiles.

"here………"

Tim took a long breath.

"........."

Damian didn't speak.

The familiar little figure was sitting on a chair, with a huge helmet fixed on his head. Numerous pipes connected the upper end of the helmet, leading directly to the thick steel tanks that touched the ceiling in the factory room.

If it weren't for the white hospital gown that stood out against the iron gray and black of the steel machine, no one would have noticed her frail figure.

Batman was the first to move.He walked towards this discontinued factory, came to "Sisley" in silence, and observed her face.

The helmet covered her eyes, and the instrument was worn in her nasal cavity. Bruce reached out and gently pinched her jaw several times, patiently.

Until she opened her clenched white teeth uncontrollably, revealing the controller attached to her tongue.

Batman took a step back and saw the metal rings that fixed her hands and feet. The half-moon shape was stuck tightly, and her fingers had already begun to ooze bloodless innocence. They were small, thin, and bitingly cold, and looked extraordinarily miserable. Pitiful.

Just like when he first took Sisley's hand.

Bruce couldn't help covering the phantom's hands with the warmth of his own, but after a while, he began to shudder at a sudden thought.

——It looked like a pair of dead people's hands, and he didn't hear the breathing sound from the phantom.

After a pause, Bruce half-kneeled in front of the horrible chair, and touched Sisley's pale neck under the hospital gown.

He touched an empty space.

His little daughter turned into shattered spots of light inch by inch, and dissipated into the invisible air within a few breaths.The hand he stretched out in vain fell into her skin in a gesture that normal people could not imagine.

-- as if Batman were touching a distant ghost.

Sisley disappeared, and her father still didn't get up.

Damian wanted to go over and say something, but was gently stopped by Tim.Together they watched as Batman raised his arm, reaching inside the massive helmet.

He paused first, then turned his head, stepped aside, and got out of the way in front of the chair.

In just a few seconds, Batman got up very stiffly.He tried his best to keep breathing normally, but his fists were clenched tightly, as if there was something painful in his bones.

"…………"

Tim looks away, thoughtfully avoiding Batman's rare gaffe in wordless silence.

Damian stepped forward, following his father's example, and reached out to explore the inner structure of the helmet.

Tim observed his expression and found that Damian also stopped when he touched something, his pupils shrank severely, and then returned to normal.

Tim saw Damian standing up again and walking towards him. When he came to him, Damian spread his palms.

——Blood has stained Damian's fingertips red, like a blooming petal.

Tim looked abruptly at Damian, who gave him a slight nod.

So Tim followed suit.He half knelt down, and his knees immediately felt the coldness of the floor tiles that pierced his bone marrow.Trying his best to ignore the torture-like chair, he stretched out his hand and cautiously touched the edge of the helmet.

The next second, Tim withdrew his hand abruptly.

The pain immediately rushed into his nerves and was deciphered by the brain. Blood dripped down his palm, and his index finger was cut open, exposing pink flesh.

He switched hands, slowly touching the top of the helmet, and before Tim knew it, the sharpness pierced his other hand, and the pain came again.

That's a long needle.

And there are many such long needles in the helmet.

Tim stood up in a daze, and before he could say anything, the ground suddenly shook, the factory made a huge roar, the red lights flashed, and there was a strong sense of pulling from the whole world, pulling the idlers who did not belong to the dream to wait Ruthless expulsion.

The dream shattered in Tim's mind, and he was dizzy from the tugging sensation. He struggled to jump up, almost knocking over the mug and silver tray, and all he saw was the dark screen of light in the Batcave.

Tim hurriedly grabbed the tray, turned his head and saw that beside him, Batman had become a frozen stone statue.

"........."

Just like coming to the dream world inexplicably, they returned to the real world inexplicably.