The end game [Zhongyingmei]

Dead silence.

Clark held his breath and thought quietly.

Except for the faint brilliance brought by the dream bottle, there is no light in the carriage anymore, even though the red sunset is just outside the window, the curtains on both sides of the aisle are tightly drawn, and the passengers are huddled under the sheets, Only some personal features are revealed in the corners of the bed.

Fingers clutching the sheets, fuzzy tattoos, hair... Clark stopped as he walked, silently thinking about the familiarity of the little girl just now, and praying that he would not bump into any familiar figure again.

After entering this carriage, the dream witch also walked very carefully.

Several times, Clark felt her body freeze suddenly, and her heartbeat quickened and passed to his skin, like a hummingbird flapping its wings lightly.

Then, the hands in his arms will make a light leap, avoiding the bottles and cans on the ground, or anything small that makes a sound.

——————The Dream Witch's skirt was too long, she was staring at the ground almost the whole time, making sure that there was no sudden addition of any sleeping soul's belongings in her skirt.

This purple dress, how fashionable it looks when flying with a staff, how chic it looks in daily life.

[Dilly. 】

The game system that had given up the stage to the dream witch's performance suddenly went online, and there was a regretful beep.

Sisley: ………

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After jumping over a half-opened beer bottle for the second time and stepping over the littered magazines on the ground, the blond girl who only looked down at her head finally bumped into the Kryptonian's broad and soft back unsuspectingly.

Sisley:! ! !

Clark: "..."

The big dog who was suddenly used as a cushion for human flesh did not look back to check on the condition of the "victim", delaying that delicate consideration for the first time.

The high-speed brain suddenly stopped and fell into a downtime. The strange touch was fed back to the cognitive system, causing Clark to stop his progress.

After he took this step, something lightly touched the toe of his shoe.

"…………"

The Kryptonian's heart fell hard once.

The dream witch seemed to have noticed something, she eagerly grabbed his forearm, and wanted to step forward to check, but was completely stopped by Clark, and she was perfectly blocked behind the safe light line.

The god of the world remained silent, pretending that his heartbeat hadn't soared to [-] yards at that moment, and raised the dream bottle inch by inch.

The light fell inch by inch into the folds of the clothes and onto the stranger's hands, illuminating the stranger's upturned face and those empty, cold eyes.

A sleeper car, where there is a corridor, usually has a small table for placing items, and foldable rest seats on both sides of the small table.

The man was sitting on the rest seat on the side of the corridor, motionless.His suit looked terribly messy, as if he had dug himself out of the dirt and broken into someone else's champagne tower for a colored liquid topping.

"…………"

The gods of the world fell silent for this.

Even on the worst days of Clark Kent's life, he probably wasn't as embarrassed as this man.

Clark's first reaction was to have a conversation with him, but the strength of the dream witch's grip on his arm reminded him of the rules in this carriage.

【He can't wake up this sleeping soul. 】

———— But the dream witch never mentioned that there would be living people here.

——————The man is awake, even if he is frozen and motionless like a poorly made wax figure.

Unless it was to stop the signal of imminent violence, Clark actually didn't want to touch other people's bodies rashly, so he chose a safer sign language.

【Hello. 】

Clark gestured, 【Who are you?Excuse me, can you move away a little? 】

In the next second, the man's pupils shrank slightly.

His two skinny arms wrapped in a suit slowly stretched out and spread out, blocking the way Clark wanted to move forward.

【what do you want? 】

Clark watched his movements dumbfounded, and couldn't help signing again.

The man looked at him without blinking.

In such a sight, Clark even had a strong intuition: this strange strange man was not really "looking" at him.

Those indifferent eyes scanned the face of the god among men, just looking for something.

Clark: "..."

... ... This is the worst case scenario.

Clark thought a little unbearably.

Even if he is blocked by a man now, the god on earth still doesn't want to tear away the man's hands holding the walls on both sides——the bottle of dreams is bright enough for Clark to see clearly, those hands have become skinny birds Spider-like, with bulging veins on the top, silently telling the sufferings of the man's past life.

There were even brown marks seeping into his nails, judging from the scars, it was indeed the man's own blood.

After confirming that the man could not be easily swayed, Clark turned back to check the position of the dream witch, and showed her an apologetic expression.

【How are you? 】

He pointed to the red nose of the blond girl worriedly and guiltily.

【I'm okay. 】The dream witch smiled and made wild gestures with him, 【It doesn't hurt, I hit the wall once before, it was a little worse than this. 】

Her eyes gradually moved to something behind Clark.

Sisley: ………

She fell into a "why is Superman so easy to cheat" silence.

Even if the god of the world blocked it tightly at the beginning, some gaps were inevitably exposed during the process of his sign language. When he turned around like this, he turned the little bit of star that the dream witch had peeked into before.

The light in the bottle of Sweet Dreams was weak, and the golden light flickered in the bottle, but it still tenaciously outlined the outline of the man in front of him.

His excessively long hair, his unshaven face, his dirty suit, and his hollow, cold, glass-green eyes———

【They are not glass green. 】

[When they smile, the tender green spring shall appear. 】

Sisley: ...?

The dream witch's eyes, which were about to move away, froze, and when she sensed something was wrong, she turned back to the previous position bit by bit.

This train, this carriage, and the sleepers lying less than two meters away from them were not something created out of thin air by the system.

"…………"

A flicker of some distant being answered the call of those glass-green eyes.

The dusty memory seemed to still have a strong smell of blood, but Sisley accepted it and did not choose to push it away again.

Her heart was filled with a strange tranquility, she sat in the empty thinking space, stroked the spine of the book, and accurately turned to the one full of handwriting.

...

This was the man who always brought her books.

...

In the "White Room", he is also the only one who doesn't wear a hood; he has a silver card in front of his white coat, and the others don't; he can enter the "White Room" alone, and the others don't seem to have such permission.

In the third laboratory, Sisley was bound backwards on the lathe with restraint belts, and met his gaze head-on.

——————When this man looked at her, there was always a soft emotion in his eyes, strange, unbearable, even guilty, like the tender green spring described in books.

On that day, Sisley suddenly became deeply impressed by the man's appearance.

This has nothing to do with "whether his face is more handsome than others". In the darkness, his eyes will naturally shine brighter than others.

Gradually, Sisley learned to count heartbeats.

After three thousand, thirty thousand, thirty-six thousand and eight, he will come to see her with a new book.

Books can tell her what spring is, but they don’t tell Sisley why every time a man sees her squatting at the nearest entrance of the “white room”, he will complain and pull her up while symbolically patting her skirt, On the one hand, an incredible soft light appeared from the eyes.

"do you know?"

Finally one day, the man told her something other than books.

"I have a little girl your age, a few years ago..."

Having said that, he stopped going down and smiled at her, but Sisley always felt that his tender green eyes were about to roll out tears.

The next thirty-six thousand and eight, when she thought about it, she learned a brand new word, and decided to herself that it was quite appropriate as "comfort".

"She went to heaven!"

Sisley remembered grabbing his white coat, chasing him like this and asking, "Heaven, is heaven a good place?"

The man looked at her, opening and closing his mouth like a weathered comic puppet.

"I hope so," he said incoherently. "Yes, I hope it is..."

pat.

A drop of water slipped from his cheek and dripped on the back of Sisley's hand.

Sisli, who encountered "water" for the first time, was a little curious, and subconsciously leaned over to pick it up, so a small puddle of water gradually appeared in her palm.

Cold and transparent.

——————— Tears are not tender green.

She thought then.

...

After weeping badly in front of her, the man came less frequently, but every time he came, he would play with her for a long time, sometimes playing bridge with her, and sometimes helping her with books Build a little house.

Sometimes, he would tell Sisley a story.

About his little daughter, how she loved being held high in the air by her father.

Telling her childish language is to become a bird that can grow wings.

When he and his wife go on a date, his little daughter always likes to lie on the glass window and look down at the scenery in the city.

"What is a city?"

While listening to these stories, unimaginable joy surged from Sisley's chest, and she couldn't help asking.

The man asked her to close her eyes and imagine everything she had read in the book in her head.

After she imagined it, she needed to retell it in different languages, and then the man explained to her whether such an imagination was wrong or right.

She learned a lot of words, father, family, love, and the man took the trouble to explain to her, even though the meaning was different every time.

"Father—frankly."

He said, "Father—love."

"Family—accompany."

When he looked down at her like this, Sisley felt that he was going to cry again.

"Love—warmth."

"Warm like clothes, like floor tiles in a room?"

she asked a little confused.

"It's so warm that you want to keep them at all costs."

The man answered.

His tone was extremely firm when he said these words, as if he was saying "the sun is hot" or "the grass is green", so Sisley wrote down what he said one by one, and followed them as the truth .

...

Sisley never counted how many times he came, just like she clearly knew how many heartbeats per minute, but she never counted this issue in her mind.

With each visit, his smile paled, and his smell grew stronger——————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————— She realized later, it was the smell of burning nicotine.

The last time Sisley saw him was after she had finished reading Alice in Wonderland and was lying on the floor again, counting 30 heartbeats.

His complexion was uglier than the walls of the "White Room", and asked her to come with him.

She went.

The ground was red everywhere, and there was a smell of burnt protein.

The cold air penetrated from the soles of her feet to her fingertips, Sisley wanted to go back to the "white room" to put on her shoes, but he just pushed her, telling her to run, to run faster.

run.

His hands were like cold steel, pushing Sisley's bones to crack.

Run... hurry up!

------Do not look back!

His shouts followed her, like a ferocious beast, desperate, piercing, and chilling all over the body.

Sisley's eyes were blurred for an instant, tears rolled down her cheeks itchyly, the pain caused her to bow her body at that instant, she could hardly move, everything happened in an instant, and everything made her completely unable to move at that moment. understand.

But she continued to run forward.

Bang.

Bang.

Even if the gunshots sounded behind her.

…………

Even if the cry of pain is changed into a dying wheeze.

Bang.

Bang.

Even if she felt that she was about to freeze.

Sisley still remembered running in the mist, stumbling, unconscious but not daring to fall, biting her tongue and lips until the fishy smell in her mouth overwhelmed the blood in her throat.

After running for a long time, Sisley finally stopped.

The fog cleared, revealing the familiar white walls behind her.Her books were thrown on the ground in the usual fashion, along with the shoes she had kicked aside as she left.

With clotted blood on her feet, Sisley stood there and watched for a long time.

...

After that, no one will ever go to the White Room again.

...

Standing beside Superman, Sisley stared at the two ripped lips, watching how they rubbed up and down, the wind and frost rubbed the thin lips that used to smile softly, and they were now as dry as the land in the winter night.

They can't make a sound.They are no longer young.

But men taught her how to read other people's lips.

If the lips are slightly opened, such syllables will be produced; the tip of the tongue is raised and pressed against the jaw, and it is a different sound...Since she can't hear the sound, Sisley has never learned well, so she can only guess ignorantly Make some.

"Take me,"

The strange man repeated.

"Take, me, go back. Go. My daughter, run... daughter..."

...

After briefly confirming the physical state of the dream witch, Clark quickly turned his head, and also caught the movement of the man's lips squirming.

He was a little uncomfortable, but still focused on watching it move, trying to make sense of the man's hard-won response.

A gentle but undeniable force came.

Clark turned his head, and the blond girl's robe passed behind him, then stopped at his side.She finally came to the range of the dream bottle, and the fine halo stayed on the peaceful face of the dream witch.

When he lowered his eyes, she also looked back at him, eyes full of deep purple compassion and sadness, like stones submerged in the eddy of the river.

[Put down the lamp. 】

As Superman, Clark has always believed that it is his responsibility to investigate the irrationality in the world.

He wasn't the first flawless hero, and he'll never be the last, and his soft-heartedness has led him to make a lot of mistakes, a lesson Clark has learned the hard way.

But at this moment, the girl pressed down his arm again.

[Please don't read it any more. 】

Her eyes told him so.

After a pause, the god on earth was a little dazed, but still lowered his arms for this request.

The light spots dimly illuminated the carpet in the carriage, and the darkness returned, and the hearing and vision were completely swallowed up by dead silence.Under Clark's blank stare, Sisley bent down and looked into the man's pale green eyes.

"...Take you back."

She pressed his forehead against his forehead and whispered silently.

...

[So it really is a ritual unique to dream witches, right? 】

Clark thought in shock.

When the dream witch touched his forearm for the third time, Clark realized that her strength was slightly raised, so he raised his arm accordingly. The glow of the dream bottle illuminated the small area, and it was no wonder A corridor blocked by men.

The latter had already stood up and staggered to the side of the dream witch.

Clark: "...!!"

——————— What a powerful force this is.Clark stared seriously at the peaceful face of the dream witch, and slowly felt some sincere admiration from the bottom of his heart.

Xi Dream Witch S Mysterious Ritual Li herself did not feel this wonderful change.

After getting the resurrected dead, she can be indifferent to the momentum of "destroying the uninhabited island without injury". Now she just wants to take off her vest and go to work at the speed of light, and send Clark Kent back to himself In the end, they dragged the dead to the one-stop shop for washing, cutting and blowing shopping for the dead, where they cleaned him up and stuffed them with food.

In the second half of the sleeper car, the god of the world is still conscientiously using himself as a searchlight for the world, while Sisley has already started to fish quietly.

The dead man is quite used to the darkness without light. He seems to be more comfortable in the dark than facing the light. Sisley thought about the reason for this comfort, and couldn't help but feel a little sad.

After groping all the way to the sliding door of the sleeper car, Clark was the first to open the door, and supported the door that kept sliding and trying to close itself with one hand, preventing it from knocking against the door of the sleeper car with a loud bang. On the door frame (this kind of thing did not happen in Clark's life), the dream witch continued to stand in the dark, tore a long strip of wide cloth from the cuff of her left hand, folded it several times, and tied it to the face of the deceased.

She did the same thing again, tore the cuff of her right hand symmetrically, tore it into two small cloth bags, and stuffed them into the dead man's ear.

If the situation allowed, Sisley even wanted to applaud her smart and quick-witted little seal——but the situation didn't allow it, so she chose to go outside the door first.

Sure enough, after staying in the dark for such a long time, the dead man whose ears were plugged and eyes covered could still hear her footsteps. As soon as she walked towards the door, he followed closely, like a Chihuahua following her steps. .

After they got out of the sleeper car, Clark let go, and then stuffed his hand into the gap between the door and the door frame with lightning speed, blocking a noise knock.

The expression on his face didn’t change at all, and doing so couldn’t be regarded as sacrificing himself——————————————————————————Chisley suspected that the thing that was broken was not the rock-solid Kryptonian, but the slightly deformed carriage Doors and carriage door frames.

Sisley: "......"

Three seconds later, in front of Sisley's too obvious gaze, Clark gave a guilty smile, reached behind his back, pinched the slightly deformed car door and car door frame back to a perfect straight line, and then closed them thoughtfully. Well, make sure that the bump marks are shallower than an ant crawling through.

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Clark: *Innocent, and wags his tail. *

Judging by Superman's proficiency, I don't know how many times he has fooled around in this way.

But Sisley had no intention of exposing his bluff.

"It feels good to be free, doesn't it?"

she asked with a smile.

Clark heard her pretending to cough twice, and couldn't help but smile.

"Yes," he said, "I never looked forward to saying a few more words."

The dream witch turned back, and the increasingly sinking sunset outside the car window seemed to illuminate her blond hair like morning light, and also blew this irrelevant request to Clark.

"Give me your address."

said the dream witch.

Clark: "Well, yes, yes."

After this round of adventures, the level of the dream witch in Clark's mind has been promoted from "familiar and favorable person" to "teammate who can fight".

His vigilance was lowered by these two titles, so he naturally took the paper and pen that suddenly appeared in the hands of the dream witch, wrote down the receipt address of his apartment on it, and handed the paper and pen back to the dream witch who silently extended her hand , and finally realized something was wrong after completing these steps.

"Wait a minute... Isn't it impossible for you to interfere with reality?"

Clark blinked. "You'd be more than welcome to come, but I just wanted to make sure."

"This guy is going to send you something."

The dream witch dragged the quiet dead person over. Before Clark could ask anything, she said a lot.

"He said that he has an unfulfilled wish, so he has been trying to return to the human world—there is no real dead person in that sleeper car, so it is technically correct."

Clark was hit by the storm that hit his head and face, so he could only nod helplessly, and said "hmm".

The dream witch pushed back the quiet dead man next to her again, waved her two torn robes, and delivered the last few sentences of her long paragraph.

"I just asked him to send you back the box of gifts as soon as he returns to the real world, which he can do, although I can't; so you have his phone number, and he There will also be your address... a win-win situation, isn't it nice?"

Clark didn't understand much, so he pondered for a while, and made a guilty "hmm" twice.

"That's it anyway."

The dream witch patted him on the shoulder, and took out a small bottle from the bottom of her skirt with her other hand.

Ke gradually became familiar with it. Pulling it up. Ke quickly avoided it without changing his expression, staring at the fire cloud with orange light on the other side, while spreading out a hand, letting the blond girl put the small bottle into his palm .

"You take this home with you. Here are spare pills. Next time you come over, we will make more new pills, so don't forget your gift when you come back."

The Dream Witch said simply, "...and the Dream bottle. Remember, if these two bottles are broken, it may take a long time for me to recapture them."

A familiar tugging sensation arose on Clark's legs, as if something was about to pull him into a gentle swamp.Having had the previous experience, Clark knew quite well that this was a sign that he was about to wake up due to his regular schedule.

He tightly held the two bottles, one large and one small, and said goodbye to Sisley and the undead very politely, and his figure gradually disappeared into the air.

For a moment, there was only a dead man with his eyes and ears blocked, and Sisley in a vest left in the carriage.

"I'm going to take you back to the real world."

She spoke suddenly.

The deceased turned his head in her direction, without nodding or shaking his head, still quite confused.

His lips were trembling, and he looked like he was about to repeat the words that had broken Sisley's heart quietly.

"Do not be afraid."

Sisley said softly.

She stood up from where she was sitting, took off the dream witch's vest, walked to the dead man, gently covered his blood-stained hands, and buried her face on them.

To Sisley's surprise, when she touched the dead man's rough knuckles, the dead man stopped trembling vaguely.

"Sisley."

The dead man's eyes, covered with purple cloth, looked directly into Sisley's eyes.

"What did you say?"

"Sisley."

He repeated, and after a while, he gradually began to tremble, "Why are you here?"

Sisley: "!!!"

She was pleasantly surprised by the other party's sudden recovery, and for a moment she didn't understand what he was saying, but just gave a puzzled "hmm".

"Do not………"

The deceased seemed to take her doubts as some kind of affirmative answer, and his whole body began to tremble instead.

His ugly and rough throat changed slightly due to sadness, and began to transition to the gentle voice in Sisley's memory, "How could you...you...didn't I run away with you?"

"........."

Sisley felt very funny for a while, and felt very sad at the same time.

"uncle."

She called out that long-ago salutation, "Now I have something new to ask for your help."

"whats the matter?"

As expected, he was fooled and stopped asking the question just now.

"Return to the world with me."

Sisley whispered.

...

At [-]:[-] in the morning, Sisley and Tim left Wayne Manor together.

As soon as he got in the car and fell on the soft leather seat, Tim yawned three times in a row. Even his eyelashes were glued to death with tears. The upper and lower eyelashes were tangled together, making it hard to separate.

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After "a beautiful devil who gave gifts like a good wife and mother and then disappeared mysteriously", Sisley, who had regained her vitality, had new friends to visit.

And Bruce was so busy that he couldn't get out.

————— Let Damian bring Sisley out to play, it is better to let an elephant bring Sisley out.

—————As for letting Sisley come out by herself, it is better to let Damian bring her out.

Although Bruce didn't say this sentence himself, his eyes have perfectly copied and pasted this sentence a hundred times, printed it into an A4 paper size, and threw it in front of Tim.

He is responsible for company affairs, he is responsible for night patrol inspections, and because of his good temper, he is also responsible for taking care of his younger sister.

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A soft and boneless little hand came over quietly and tapped on Tim's shoulder, like a kitten stretching out its tentative claws.

Tim: "...?"

While he was fighting madly with the Sandman, he raised his eyelids sleepily, looking at his cheap sister who got up so early and looked even more radiant.

"Lie down, brother."

With a little innocent smile on her face, she said softly, "Go to sleep for a while, we won't be there for a long time."

In normal times, Tim would never listen to such advice.

But at this moment, the caffeine had already flowed upstream from his veins and rushed into his brain, tearing everything into a carnival feast for Lord Sandman.

Therefore, he just nodded instinctively, and fell straight down.

At the last moment of consciousness, something soft caught his swollen head, and a light thing brushed against the corner of his eyes, wiping away all the wet physiological tears.

"…………"

Seeing Sisley's elder brother who was already in a coma, she felt sympathy from her heart.

She raised the bezel, took out the mobile phone from her small bag, and clicked on a muted game while idly clicking on it a few times.

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At the same time, on the virtual light screen flush with the phone, Ken sent a message.

[Uncle is safe. 】

After a few seconds, a photo was sent.

Sisley stared at the screen of the phone, casually drew a parabola on it, let the bird hit its real enemy, and then continued to read the light screen.

————— There are countless camera probes in Wayne’s car. If she can hold up another mobile phone to disguise, she will naturally not expose her strange behavior in such a trivial matter.

At this time, the photos are gradually loaded.

The man avoided the camera, his lips pressed together.

In the dim light of the hotel, the soft silk shirt on his body had a dark silver hue, two buttons were undone, all the way to the forearm, a plain silver ring was worn on the ring finger of the left hand, and a price of eight yuan was on the right hand. Countless wristwatches dangled from his pale wheat wrists, making up for the emptiness there.

Ken had obviously cut his hair, and gone was the dreadful, hay-like cut, replaced by one that was as stylish as any Hollywood actor would be on the red carpet.

Short silver-gray hair, rare tender green eyes, and an older, tired handsomeness.

If this photo is posted on the Internet, the deceased who had a stress response half an hour ago will gain 90.00% of the love from the online world half an hour later.

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From the beginning, her clothes were all matched by Ken. In this regard, Sisley was very assured of her other self.

As for the dim lights in the hotel, and the unseen sunglasses———————— Sisley herself asked her to do it.

As a dead person who has been trapped in darkness and silence for too long, if he is exposed to sunlight like a normal person, or even just a brighter light, he will be blinded for a long time immediately, and the same is true for hearing.

It can only be desensitized little by little, cultivated little by little, and through practice over and over again, find the way to become a normal person again.

[In the beginning, it was only light with a brightness of 32, but now there is no problem with a brightness of [-]. 】

Ken figured she'd finished looking at the photo, and sent the second paragraph.

[You can listen to some soft classical music. 】

[The meeting will probably be at the hotel. 】

While reading these text messages, Sisley absently flicked the screen. A bird drew a perfect parabola and fell straight into the pile of enemies, blasting all the enemies into piles of ashes.

Sisley:! !

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Tim woke up to the sound of small games.

His consciousness struggled from the stupor, but his body lay peacefully on the spot, with his hands clasped in front of his chest, as if he could be buried on the spot. His mind finally recovered a lot because of this short sleep, and he even felt refreshed. The air is so refreshing that I can stay up for another 48 hours————

Are the usual leather seats so soft?

At the same time, the slight heat from the girl's body entered his nostrils with a sweet vanilla fragrance.

Tim: "……………"

He stiffened his neck and looked to both sides of himself.

The view on the left is the white gauze dress that Sisley is wearing today, and Sisley's body who is addicted to playing games.

The view on the right is the white knee socks Sisley is wearing today.

——————Red Robin finally realized belatedly, yes, in the past ten years of life, he slept on the gentle knee pillow from his sister for the first time.

And this is a noble treatment that no one else in the family has enjoyed.

"I woke up."

Tim tried to maintain his composure, and calmly reminded Sisley before the sound of his dog's head being crushed came from the tiny headset.

"Well." She just came back to her senses, put the game aside, bent down and looked at him, "Did you sleep well?"

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"I slept fairly well, thank you."

He sat up straight, opened the baffle, straightened his crooked neckline and hair in front of the rearview mirror, and said sincerely, "We can go."

"It's ok."

Sisley followed him and got out of the car door. Today, she was wearing a very gentle white gauze dress, a furry white cloak, and a pair of high heels with furry balls. Extraordinarily delicate and delicate.

Tim felt the contrast between the inside and outside of the car, and couldn't help but stand where he was, shivering, but she didn't even change the smile on her face.

Red Robin: ?

Red Robin: Are girls this brave now?

Sisley: (hugging Gabriel Feather tightly in her arms)

While he questioned the delicate and delicate words he had just written in his heart, he quickly followed Sisley.

As a Gotham native, Tim still has a certain understanding of the building in front of him. The Wayne family has a presidential suite in this hotel all year round, so although Red Robin is not familiar with it, it is better than Sisley. many.

"where is it?"

He perfectly covered a yawn with his hand, regained his energetic state, leaned over to her side and asked, "Do you need help?"

"Where is this place?" Brother Cheap was willing to help, and Sisley simply pointed him to the room number on the message, "I'm looking for this place. He's right here."

Red Robin lowered his head, carefully identified the numbers and letters on it, and frowned imperceptibly.

"...That's the top floor." He said calmly, "It's next door to our suite."

"yes!"

Sisley was really happy.

Tim has always felt that she is like a little sunflower, and the reason for her smile is also some inexplicable things, but she can feel the persistent happiness.

He let the little girl hold his sleeve, led her all the way to the door, confirmed that the house number was correct, blocked her behind, and knocked on the door.

"Good morning sir."

he lays straight