The end game [Zhongyingmei]

In the bat cave, a split screen suddenly lit up.

Bruce was dozed off in the seat, but when the screen flickered, he turned over and sat up immediately, catching the cold towel that slipped from his forehead.

"........."

Batman's deep steel blue eyes quickly scanned the information on the screen, his expression moved slightly, and when he blinked next time, the surprise just now was well concealed.

From the chip that Mephisto gave him before, Batman only decoded a separate chat room.

Originally there were four other people inside besides him, but recently the number began to increase slowly, increasing from four to six irregularly.

Everyone has a blank avatar, without even a code name.Out of caution, Bruce didn't post anything in this group, but waited for Mephisto, who had given this chat room to him, to say something first.

He also tried to structure and track the chat room and the people inside, but with his technology—or the technology currently used in this world, it is impossible to analyze the data integrated on this chip.

————Tonight, he waited for the signal.

1 minute ago, on the left side of the screen, a blank avatar sent out a piece of garbled code.

Meanwhile, Bruce receives a message from a nearby informant.

In the Arkham Asylum, the clown who was supposed to be imprisoned disappeared, the cell door was wide open, and there was blood on the ground.

The second Mephisto's breath disappeared, Sisley suddenly sat up from the bathtub.

The hot water was splashed all over the floor by her, but she didn't respond, but covered her heart in a daze, and even forgot to breathe.

The connection is broken.

The aura of her and Mephisto, as the vague induction between the main body and the virtual body, suddenly disappeared on this ordinary night.

Sisley didn't have time to think about the meaning behind this, her body had already reacted first, her heart was attacked by a huge cold, and she couldn't help but staggered and stood up from the bathtub.

"...Ken?"

Water splashed and slid down her bare arms. Almost subconsciously, Sisley called out the name in a trance, but only an empty echo responded to her.

———— Ken is not here, Abaddon is not here, and Gabriel is not here.

Because the five Sisleys reached a consensus at the same time, the Wayne Manor with the old father was a relatively safe place, so in order to investigate clues, the five Sisleys completely dispersed tonight.

Sisley first briefly described the disappearance of Mephisto in the group chat where all five Sisleys were present, then casually took off the bathrobe from behind the bathroom door, fastened the belt clumsily, and even the ends of her hair The foam was not rinsed off, so I ran down with my slippers on.

Her hair was still dripping water, and it was quickly blown cold by the wind. Every drop of water that fell on her body made Sisley shiver and tremble a little.

The heating system of the Wayne mansion was in good condition. On such a cold autumn night, the hallway should be very warm.

But Sisley's heart pounded against her throat, her whole body was stiff and cold, even if the magma was poured on her now, Sisley couldn't shout out a word of heat.

Damian came out of the batcave when he heard a rather distinct rustling in the hallway.

He stared at the corridor, walked over, and almost ran into Sisley head-on.

Sisley:!

Sisley slammed on the brakes and stopped. After being interrupted, the itchiness caused by running began to permeate her throat again, which made Sisley quite uncomfortable. a cough.

"……Feel sorry."

She endured it for a long time, but finally coughed softly, and it took a long time to straighten up.

Damian hadn't seen this sister a few times, but every time he seemed to see her in a mess.

For the first time, she fell in front of him, and her knee was bruised a lot.

The second time, she lay unconscious in a pool of blood in the kitchen.

For the third time, she was tortured into a coma by the clown, and it was difficult for him to catch her breath.

And this is the fourth time. The cheap sister seemed to be in the bath just now, and she got up quite anxiously. Her hair was dripping with water, and her bathrobe was also wet, leaving a few round dark spots on the carpet.

The tip of her nose was red and her eyes were red as well, like a shivering bunny under stress.

"What happened to you?"

Damian asked.

Sisley didn't expect that he would take the initiative to talk to her, she turned around, with obvious surprise in her eyes, she still answered the question.

"I'm going to find Dad."

"Don't bother dad with things like 'I had a nightmare when I fell asleep in the hot water' or 'I saw a ghost in the tub'."

Damian said coldly, "Or do you have more important things than these sounds?"

—————He looks like he is about to write the words "incompetent people don't make trouble" written on his face, Sisley thought suddenly.

In terms of the degree of distaste alone, it's okay, after all, he has a face similar to hers, and is a very handsome little boy.

"I do have something to tell him."

Thoughts flashed across his mind, and Sisley didn't speak slowly, but directly interrupted his words.

She looked at Damian, and Damian looked at her.After a while, the twelve or thirteen-year-old boy gave her a silent look and stepped out of the way.

Sister Cheap ran past him lightly, bringing with her a scent of roses, bitter and fragrant.

In the endless darkness, Mephisto could still feel his own fall.

There was a strong whistling wind in her ears. After adapting to the darkness, Mephisto was gradually able to see things around her, empty medicine bottles, candlesticks, dusty canned peaches, sofas, chairs... She picked up one at random. With the candlestick in his hand, he took a deep breath and looked down.

In the entire dark space, only she and the clown were constantly falling, and the other things were just floating in midair.

With the help of a weak and trembling candlelight, Mephisto was barely able to see the outlines of those objects, and avoided them before the whole person smashed into them.

Compared with her quick movements in the air, the clown fell motionless, not even avoiding the candlestick scorching his hair.

Mephisto: ...?

They landed almost at the same time, so the clown was next to her, and Mephisto was able to grab his prison uniform with a reach.

His miserable green hair fluttered upwards, covering his face, but he was strangely silent.

The light of the candlestick was not bright enough, and Mephisto looked at him a few more times, but he still didn't see any signs, except that there seemed to be some slightly darkened color patches on his face, as if he had been hit hard somewhere.

She grabbed the clown's ankles, brought him in front of her, brushed his forehead away, stretched out her hand and groped for a moment, and touched the severely damaged skin, as well as the cold, dirty blood that had already solidified.

………really.

Mephisto thought, it's not surprising that this injury opened a hole in his brain... But he doesn't seem to be dead yet.

Thinking of this, the beauty Rose wiped her hands on the clown's prison uniform, and went to test his heartbeat again.

Sure enough, he still had a heartbeat, and he was very calm after a while, as if he was asleep.

The further you fall down this black hole, the less stuff there is.

At the beginning, Mephisto could see some things in life, such as books and perfume bottles, when she grabbed them casually, but later, there was nothing left around her except candlelight.

This gave Mephisto a faint premonition—they were going to fall to the bottom.

The red ribbon can also be sharpened, just stand up the ribbon itself and it will become a sharp blade that will leave marks on any object.

Mephisto flexibly manipulated these ribbon-changing claws, viciously hooking the dark inner wall, trying to slow down the speed of his fall.

This action was quite effective. In the last ten meters or so, Mephisto had already braked the car steadily, and even tied the clown's waist with an extra red ribbon, fishing him halfway off the ground like a sushi roll. rice.

Under Mephisto's gaze, the unconscious clown still retched.

The white light at the exit shone on the clown's face, making him look a little pitiful, completely unable to see the previous madness and performance.

But Sisley and the others only got even with him on the matter of kidnapping the main body, and the matter of cheating her again this time has not been settled yet.

So Mephisto just ruthlessly threw him aside, preparing to go to check the situation outside first.

The clown rolled twice on the soft sand and stopped face up, like a rag doll spoiled by a nasty child.

"who am I?"

The clown's weak voice came from behind as Mephisto passed him to touch the soft white light of the passage.

Mephisto: ?

She looked back and found that the clown was opening his eyes and staring at her intently.

This feeling is quite strange, because in the past, he either coveted her "surrender" or had quite obvious killing intent.

It's different now, even though the blood is running down his face and smeared everywhere, even on his eyelids, it looks like a peerless psychopath, but there is calmness, curiosity, and hiding in his eyes. Not very nice... an attachment.

Mephisto: ...

Mephisto: *contemplative*

The fledgling scene, she immediately thought.

The chick herself struggled to get up from the ground and staggered towards her.Within three steps, he immediately tilted his body backwards, looking as if he was about to fall back into the sand.

Mephisto had a grudge against the vicious clown, but she had nothing to do with this chick who smashed his brains out... Thinking of this, she sighed, and a red ribbon shot out from her side like an arrow , and caught the wobbly chick whose face was covered in blood.

The red ribbon even sneaked past his wound as the Joker struggled to keep his feet, sucking a mouthful of coagulated blood.

The clown didn't notice the sneaky movement.After he stood still, he held her red ribbon and remained silent.

Mephisto let him hold it. After all, he took the initiative to hold the weapon that could cut him in half in a second if he didn't resist. It had nothing to do with her.

"where are we going?"

The clown asked again with a low hoarse voice.

Mephisto didn't speak, but just led him to touch the white light.The light became dazzling, she immediately closed her eyelids, and opened them again after a few seconds.

The wind with the fragrance of plants floated on her face, blowing her skirt, Mephisto heard many sounds at this moment, the sound of birds chirping, the sound of flowers blooming...the clown behind her did not move , most likely because of staring blankly.

Here Mephisto is far from familiar, but definitely not unfamiliar either.

She walked around clumps of mushrooms, stepped on dead branches, and stepped on the ground with every step, as if she had measured it countless times with her toes.

This is Sisley's childhood "Wonderland".