The end game [Zhongyingmei]

"Where are we?"

Mephisto had already stepped into the stream, scooping up a handful of water to examine it carefully, while the clown followed her, stopped by the edge of the stream, and asked stubbornly, like a broken repeater.

Shaggy moss grows along the banks, and the bottom of the riverbed is just scattered gravel.

The water quality looks quite clear, but Mephisto has no desire to drink it, but quietly stares at the drops of water slipping from her fingers and smashing back to the originally calm surface of the stream.

———— After being in contact with this stream for a long time, Mephisto gradually felt his heartbeat slowly slowing down.

Especially when the clown's inhuman and ghostly appearance was reflected in the reflection, Mephisto suffered a sudden cardiac arrest.

Behind her was a blood gourd silently, and he no longer looked like a DC set, but like Pennywise just off the set.

Mephisto turned around, waved at the clown, and signaled him to come over.

As expected, the chick whose head was smashed obediently approached him, and Mephisto picked up a handful of water and splashed it directly on his face, melting away the dark red that had already solidified into blood scabs.

clown:"…………"

He shook his head aggrievedly, and wiped the dripping eyeshadow mixture with the back of his hand.

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The make-up on the man's face was also messed up by her, the dark blue eye circles were completely stained, and the lipstick was smudged in the corners of his eyes, and he looked like he was not thinking well.

Without her giving instructions, the red ribbons rushed up with their teeth and claws, and it was a good meal to lick his bloody forehead.

Mephisto splashed water on the chick's head again, this time he realized that she was washing him, the consciousness of resistance weakened, and he stood upright, only the eyelashes trembling slightly, just now Zai Baba's mouth was also closed tightly, for fear that she would splash water into his mouth.

Regardless of what other people in Gotham would think and react when they saw this scene, Mephisto felt that his current state was quite strange, like a large soft doll.

And Sisleys don't hate large dolls, so the clown in this state doesn't make her feel annoying.

By the time of the third cup of water, the clown's face was finally washed...or it was rubbed evenly by the ribbons of desire.

His eye sockets are light gray, his lipstick has almost faded, and his complexion is still pale, but this paleness makes his exposed brain smoother and more powdery. It is hard to imagine that a vicious lunatic can have such a healthy brain .

Through the huge pink gash in his head, Mephisto peered into his brain, lost in thought.

...Why is this person still alive?

She subconsciously wanted to call out the light screen to record the most paradoxical image in front of her, but nothing appeared.

Since the binding, the system that has been with you like a shadow has disappeared for the first time.

Just as the clown has not died despite such a terrible fatal injury, the childhood "wonderland" is like yellow amber, and she and the clown are imprisoned worms.

Mephisto: *thinks*

Mephisto: Thinking for a while, hesitating to speak, analyzing...

Mephisto: *analysis failed*

Mephisto: *gives up thinking*

The clown next to her is so fragrant, just the desire restraint ribbon is enough for Mephisto to burn most of the cpu.

Because she didn't feel anything that drove her to do it, at least not now; Mephisto examined herself, and after avenging the same amount of revenge, the hatred coefficient between the Sisleys and the clowns dropped back to the normal peak.

In addition, she would not do anything to the stupid chick with half of her brain exposed, Mephisto can only bear it now.

After successfully washing "Pennywise" into a range acceptable to normal people, Mephisto felt that she had successfully completed the task, so she waded out of the shallow stream and began to twist her skirt.

She lowered her head and had just reached the second twist when she suddenly heard a loud sob from beside her.

The beauty Rose turned her head subconsciously, and then saw the scene that left her dumbstruck.

————The clown was really crying.

The corner of his mouth curled up, and he wiped away his tears with the back of his hand twitching. Within three seconds, he wiped his face like a fleeing coal ball again.

It is quite distressing for a grown man to cry in such a posture, provided that he is not called a clown, and does not have a head of wet green hair, exposing a healthy pink brain in the sun.

Sisley in rose skin: ...

Now Mephisto really wants to take out his phone to record.

As long as she has such a thing on hand, the clown will deal with her with explosives that can blow up three Gothams.

The clown himself always just laughs and doesn't cry, and this chick with a broken brain has no reason to start wiping tears for no reason.

Thinking of this, Mephisto looked up.

Around the exposed pink-white brain, there is a pool of sparkling water, which she accidentally splashed in when she was washing "Pennywise".

Is it about the stream?

The sound of music sounded softly, almost disappearing in the mixed chirping of birds and insects. Amidst these soft noises, a man's voice came indistinctly.

Mephisto couldn't identify the source of the voice, she listened intently for a while, and at the same time signaled the clown to shut up first.

The latter broke his brain, and suddenly became obedient, and after he figured out what she was going to do, he obediently shut up.

"Alice came to the Valley of Tears..."

There was a faint sound of turning the pages of the book in the wind, "She lowered her head and saw the teeth left by the rabbit on the ground..."

Mephisto: *little seal tilts head*

Even if the beauty Rose has never read a serious book, this fairy tale still doesn't sound quite right.

But this man's voice made her feel strangely at ease, even though he only spoke a few words, Mephisto could still hear the undisguised tenderness under his deep and beautiful voice.

She lingered in this peace of mind for a while, then immediately came back to her senses and caught the most critical messages in this narration-like voice.

... Valley of Tears.

Just hearing the name, it is not difficult to think of what kind of water is in the river just now.

Tears of remorse, panic and exhaustion all poured into his mind, no wonder the clown suddenly started crying.

Mephisto hesitated.

She looked at the clown who would cry again, the ribbon of desire swayed up, first wiped off the eye shadow mixture on his face, then stretched straight to his hands, tied them loosely, and motioned for him to say goodbye go forward.

If the chick just now has an IQ of [-] points, and will complain when it is splashed with water, the crying chick is a real little mentally handicapped one. Mephisto tentatively led him for two steps, he seemed He was very obedient, without any intention of rebelling, but bowed his head and wept dully.

Surprisingly well managed.

Mephisto: *great surprise*

After the narration just now, Mephisto has vaguely understood how to change the childhood "wonderland" here, and she has to keep exploring to find some clues to solve the mystery in the details.

And having a mentally retarded fledgling who can't make a fuss at all will not cause more work troubles for Mephisto.

Walking all the way from the stream just now to a deeper place, Mephisto made some marks on the ground, and at the same time secretly remembered some quite conspicuous landmarks.She walked up the stream of tears all the way, and the more she walked, the more she felt that the road under her feet became flatter, and there were more and more buildings.

"...It really is not an ordinary natural environment."

Sisley, who was wearing rose skin, said to herself, and at the same time, the clown behind her let out a louder, vague cry.

He was so busy weeping, making a sound far above hers, that Mephisto wasn't worried about being heard.

She went around the corner, jumped lightly on the canopy of the mushroom, and landed on a higher level by riding the shiny dust on it, looking at the moss-covered statue in front of her.

Endless tears flowed from the eyes of the girl statue. A large number of backlit plants had grown where she was kneeling, and the clear "tears" slid down the sink to water and transport the disease throughout the garden.

"No wonder."

Confirming his guess, Mephisto didn't touch the gurgling water in the sink this time.

She turned her head to look at the clown uneasy again, the latter was shaking his head with a red nose in the afternoon sun.

"Tears" were also dangling in his pierced head, like a poor little fish tank.

"........."

Mephisto pretended not to see it.

She tightened the red ribbon around the clown's body, pretending she didn't see his painful retching and shaking brain, and then hooked him up again, towards the very center of the fairyland.

When Bruce picked Sisley, the foam at the ends of the girl's hair was almost dry, turning into a snow-white pattern like waves, as if she had gone out to play in the snow.

Contrary to this appearance, his youngest daughter looked quite calm.

"What's the matter, you say, sweetheart."

The old father beckoned her to come in and asked with concern and tolerance.

When Sisley approached, she noticed that he was trying to put a handful of Browning guns behind him, but for some unknown reason, he actually chose to give up.

The Browning cockpit was left there, Sisley couldn't help but glanced at it, and then looked away.

Rushing upstairs all the way to the Batcave, her urgency gradually cooled down and turned into more appropriate and restrained questions.

"Mephisto."

Sisley looked into his eyes to add to the importance of the matter, "Dad, where is Mephisto? I think something happened to her."

Batman's pupils shrank suddenly.

But his disguise immediately followed seamlessly. If Sisley hadn't put on the buff of "Intelligent Eyes and Beads", she would most likely be convinced by his current appearance.

"I don't know, sweetheart." He asked in a genuinely surprised tone, "She is very strong, this news doesn't sound very reliable, are you in contact with her?"

"She never failed to reply to messages before."

Since the old father wanted to act, Sisley had no reason not to cooperate.

She had never been involved in this aspect of drama, so she simply put on a clumsy and sticky look, showed five parts of truth, five parts of acting skills, and said vaguely and stubbornly.

"I feel bad, Dad."

———— This expression fell in Bruce's eyes, but it was completely different from Sisley's imagination of herself.

The girl lowered her long eyelashes, her smile disappeared from her face, as if the clouds disappeared into the sky.

Standing in the dim light of the Batcave, she looked even more lonely, like a daffodil tending to wither.

Sisley has always been very obedient, and she almost never came down to disturb him when he wanted to watch the night; this time, the person she had always trusted did not reply to her message for the first time, and she became flustered like this.

More importantly, Bruce had to admit that Sisley was right to panic.

Mephisto was indeed missing.