The end game [Zhongyingmei]

At [-]:[-] in the morning, Mephisto appeared in an unknown cemetery in the real world.

At [-]:[-] in the morning, Sisley woke up on the sofa.

"........."

The blond girl was still wearing the blanket before going to bed, she sat up straight, and couldn't help but widen her eyes bit by bit.

There was a chill in the early morning air, freezing the tip of Sisley's nose, but she had no time to take care of it, her hands hidden under the blanket tightened more and more.

A sense of familiar connection wells up in the bone marrow, subtle changes that were unnoticed in the past now seem obvious like the reappearance of lights on a winter night.

Warm and bright, it filled Sisley's field of vision.

It was the last rationality that controlled Sisley, telling her not to do any strange behavior in front of countless cameras in Brother Cheap's safe house, but to signal the system to turn on the light screen with her eyes.

As soon as the chat window between Mephisto and her was opened, the white "sending" bubble on the opposite side disappeared immediately.

[Ding dong. 】

Beauty Rose's text messages were finally no longer cut short, she just sent a sentence, and white bubbles popped out again.

——Wait for me, the situation has become complicated.

Sisley lowered her eyes, waiting for her next words.

——The Avengers has been involved, and I still have a bomb on hand.

Mephisto's typing speed is surprisingly fast.

———I need you to do something.

【What's up? 】

Sisley quickly replied.

--- Go see "Alice in Wonderland" and keep it in your mind.

It sounded like the last sentence in the conversation, but Mephisto's white bubble jumped and reappeared.

A few seconds later, a new message was sent, and Sisley's eyes stopped on those words, as if she had fallen into a gentle swamp.

She lowered her eyes suddenly, covering the gradually blurred world in front of her eyes.

----I miss you.

She saw another self saying this.

【Me too. 】

Sisley answered her.

At seven thirty in the morning, Alfred knocked on Sisley's bedroom door.

The silver-haired old housekeeper held the tray with one hand and waited at the door for 30 seconds. The door was opened from the inside to the outside, revealing the girl's little furry head.

The silver-haired old butler looked down and met Sisley's ice-blue eyes.

The girl's eyes were full of sleepiness, and there were messy folds on the silk nightgown, she looked like she couldn't sleep.

There were bloodshot eyes on the whites of her eyes, and her face became a little transparent, as if a bush of roses was suddenly hit by a heavy rain all night, and suddenly showed a tendency to wither.

Alfred saw it and said nothing.

"Good morning, Miss Sisley."

Sisley made room for him and motioned for the old housekeeper to come in.

Standing barefoot in the center of the carpet, she watched Alfred skillfully place the tray on the portable wooden table in the sofa area, and then walked over to draw all the curtains, binding them to a perfect height and width.

Different from Sisley's crooked and frightening effect last night, the morning light passed through the window lattice and gauze curtains, creating orderly light and shadow in the room like a work of art.

After watching his movements for a while, Sisley was led to the bathroom by the old housekeeper and sat on a soft chair.

Alfred found Sisley's rose comb in the drawer, stood behind the girl, and patiently helped her straighten her hair.

His movements were quick and light, and without causing Sisley to feel any pain, he smoothed out some of her curly hair that had been tangled together due to rubbing.

Although she often wondered how Alfred combed girls' hair when all the men in the family had short hair, Sisley never asked.

"Does Dad have anything else to do today?"

Sisley looked at the old butler's gentle expression in the mirror for a while, then asked suddenly.

"Master Bruce is at home today."

Alfred answered while pulling out a thin rubber band to tie a thin braid for her.

Afraid of ruining the old housekeeper's achievements in one fell swoop, Sisley just restrained and nodded lightly, and finally couldn't help but yawned.

Her sleep time......

It's already 01:30, 01:30 in the morning, back to one of Jason's safehouses after the fight with the slime creatures.

Although Jason pinched her nose and brought her into his territory through stalking and timing, it was obvious that the place they came to was not one of Jason's usual safe houses.

It took him 15 minutes to find a blanket for himself, and it was already 10 minutes later when he found the spare blanket; just when Sisley thought she could sleep, Jason actually made himself a bowl of instant noodles.

At 59:[-] in the morning, Sisley stretched herself out on the sofa, and turned to look at the guy in the living room who smelled the aroma of instant noodles.

Jason:?

He felt a chill and instinctively protected his noodle bowl.

Sisley: *I hate*

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At two o'clock in the morning, Sisley was sitting at the dining table, opposite her cheap second brother.

She had just rejected his invitation for instant noodles, and took out the needle. Under the control of the system, she gave an injection to the hungry vest, which stopped the hunger in the body, and then crawled back with the hunger in the spirit. Sofa, fell asleep on it.

—————Until falling asleep, Sisley was a curled up tearful cat head.

After barely sleeping for more than four hours, Sisley was awakened by Mephisto again when her dream was the sweetest and darkest, and she had to slip out of the safe house in the cold air and run back to Wayne Manor.

Back and forth, physically and mentally exhausted.

As a result, as soon as Sisley returned to her big bed, she couldn't help taking off her vest and fell asleep.

"........."

Sisley was still reminiscing about her tragic last night when she suddenly heard the old housekeeper behind her speak.

"You don't look well, Miss Sisley."

Alfred stated.

He started to braid another wheat ear braid, and Sisley's ebony-like long hair was gathered up little by little, gradually showing the prototype of what he was about to do.

"I had a very strange dream."

Sisley thought for a while, and said a very real excuse, and at the same time expressed some thoughts that cannot be faked.

"Besides the sudden many questions in my heart, I..."

Alfred paused for a moment when he twisted the two braids together.

Regarding the second half of Sisley's unfinished speech, the old butler was as clear as a mirror.

There is still no trace of the red ribbon that disappeared last night.

"Look, Miss Sisley."

Alfred asked gently, "Do you like this hairstyle?"

"........."

The girl in the mirror raised her eyelids, and a heartbreaking daze flashed across her icy blue eyes.

When she wasn't smiling, her whole body suddenly became gloomy, thin and pale, like a lonely bird.

Sometimes, although Sisley lives in the Wayne mansion, she has a sense of separation that is more subtle than that of the Bat family.

It seems that she has been taking care of her own life, walking her own way, and having a past time alone.

Alfred patiently asked her again, and finally got a sober answer.

"I love it, thank you, Alfred."

Sisley emerged from her pondering waters, and gave a completely affirmative answer.

After breakfast, Sisley ran to the old father's study and knocked lightly on the door three times.

"Come in."

There was a pause inside, and then a sound came out.

Sisley lifted the hem of her skirt, happily pushed open the door, and precisely locked the old father's position.

It's 08:30 in the morning, and Bruce is in a rare spot where his clothes are neat and his hair isn't messed up.

"What's up, honey."

Her old father's voice was low.

"dad."

Although she didn't understand it very well, Sisley still asked questions verbatim according to the text message Mephisto sent her.

"Alice in Wonderland...do we have this book at home?"

Bruce couldn't help froze when he heard the unexpected words, and then he completely put down the work at hand.

His youngest daughter was standing at the table. She was wearing a goose yellow dress today, her hair was twisted into some kind of delicate twist by Alfred, and a ribbon of the same color went through her ebony braids. , like a delicate crown.

But her eyes were full of unpretentious emotions, the sun fell into the ice blue, and in an instant, her eyes were illuminated like a confused child.

"Why do you suddenly ask that?"

After a pause, Bruce spoke.

"I had a dream, dreamed of a lot of strange mushrooms, and..."

Sisley walked obediently to his side, and according to her usual habit, sat down on Brewster's deliberately vacant desk, with her two calves dangling freely.

"Alice in Wonderland."

Bruce repeated.

These few words seemed to be the key to unlock something. Sisley looked at the old father, but the latter suddenly reached out and patted her head restrainedly.

Bruce's steel-blue eyes remained unchanged, but Sisley had an intuition that the old father seemed to need a hug at this moment.

Sisley: *Maomao attack! *

She shifted her weight forward and threw herself into the old father's arms generously. Before he could react, she hugged his neck tightly and hung herself on it three times.

Bruce's embrace was always broad and warm, and his arm around her was firm and strong, preventing Sisley from sliding down.

Sisley heard his heartbeat fluctuate violently, and at the same time smelled that his perfume today was a kind of cold plant scent. The diamond pen pinned to the old father's breast pocket bit her, but Sisley didn't move. Didn't move either.

"Are you ok?"

Bruce heard his little girl ask him limply, "Did I ask something I shouldn't?"

The girl's heat slowly radiated out, soft, like a small hanging pillow with fragrance, hugging her, like hugging the cutest dream maker in the world.

"Nothing," Bruce said.

He was silent for a while, then spoke more emphatically.

"………nothing."

Sisley believed this statement for the time being.

Regarding her question, Bruce gave her an affirmative answer, watching the little girl with a face similar to his stand up, straightened her skirt neatly, and planted a soft good morning kiss on his forehead , skipped and went downstairs.

Silence gradually returned to the study.

The sunlight passed through the window lattice and fell on Sisley's position just now.

——Alice in Wonderland, of course there is that book in Wayne Mansion.

Bruce thought.

He used to sit on her bedside every night until he no longer needed to look at those paper pages and could recite the contents inside backwards.

When Sisley was very young, that was her daily bedtime story.