The end game [Zhongyingmei]

When Batman threw a punch but was easily caught by Earl Gray, Tim jumped up from the corner of the sofa in horror and quickly moved away from the rapidly heating up battlefield.

As soon as he reached the corner, the Earl Gray and Batman who were in the scuffle fell heavily where he was just now, the sofa made a muffled "click", and several springs inside were broken.

Tim: "......"

He seemed to hear the sound of his own bones breaking.

The tabletop of the tea table was crushed by Earl Gray's backflip, broken glass crashed all over the floor, silver plates, teacups, and teapots were all rotten into pieces, and the French-style coffee soaked into the plush carpet like frozen blood; Batman held When Earl Gray was about to throw him against the wall, he smashed large and small photographs on the background wall. Blood stained the high-end wallpaper, leaving dazzling scratches.

With a sound of "stab", they tore open a huge hole in the sofa, and the cotton poured out continuously; Earl Gray glanced back, and Batman took advantage of this opportunity to slap him on the face quickly, ruthlessly, and accurately. fist.

"How dare you—in that tone—talk to me?"

Bruce almost squeezed the words out of his throat, his voice hoarse, like the roar of a wild animal when it was extremely angry.

The former snorted, swallowed a mouthful of salty black blood, twisted Batman's wrist, and cut him back.

Two adult men weighing more than 200 pounds beat the sun and the moon into darkness, and the destructive power was not as simple as one plus one equals two. The living room soon became a place visited by the hurricane, with chandeliers, coffee tables, and sofa sets. , TV and bookcase, all broken, all torn apart.

However, Tim watched the battle between Batman and Earl Gray for a while, and suddenly realized something was wrong.

Batman used [-]% of his ruthless attack strength, which was almost enough to give people a sigh of relief; Earl Gray faintly had comparable fighting skills to him, but he never used it, or even fought back.

So Batman punched him on the face and body like raindrops.

As they pushed to the left side of the room, the two beasts slammed into the wine cabinet against the wall. The solid wooden shelf creaked dangerously, and Batman stepped aside.

Earl Gray didn't seem to react. In the shadows, the solid wooden frame hit his left shoulder hard, and the sharp piece of glass cut into his shirt. Tim could see clearly that he must have suffered a serious injury.

After being hit, Earl Gray staggered forward involuntarily, and his bones creaked when he was hit by the top of his knee with a bat that saw the timing.

The deceased who returned to the world from the train finally involuntarily spoke up, spitting out a mouthful of black and purple internal organs.

"Father!"

Seeing that the situation was not good, Tim jumped out from the corner regardless of the danger, and bluntly reminded the furious Batman, "He's not in a good condition."

"........."

The blood in front of his eyes gradually faded, Bruce's chest heaved violently, he stopped his last movement abruptly, and punched the wall without saying a word.

Earl Gray half-kneeled staggeringly, coughing in a low voice, and his silver-gray mid-length hair hung down.

The suits on the two of them were all torn during the fight. Bruce's shirt buttons were all missing, as if he had just entered the pile of birds and swallows. That streak of black blood is equally eye-catching.

The strong aroma of wine wafted from the smashed wine cabinet, and the classical record player suffered minor damage. The third movement of Xixiaoxie was intermittent, sad, sharp and piercing.

Batman also roughly tugged at Lord Gray's hair at a chilly overtone, causing him to look up.

Two pairs of eyes stared at each other silently, and one pair was the raging sea.

Lord Gray coughed twice more.

"I'm very sorry."

he whispered.

Like Sisley, Batman thought he was going to cry.

Those pale green eyes were out of focus, calm, yet bloody and heartbroken; for a moment, Batman even had an illusion.

————— The man in front of him was actually covered in bruises like him, and was beaten to pieces by fate just like him.

"........."

The thought made Batman let go weakly.

Earl Gray blocked when he could attack, sent him lightly where he could break his wrist, and even stood still and was hit. Bruce was almost unilaterally torturing him.

It can be seen from the details that Earl Gray obviously has terrifying fighting skills, but he didn't use them in this battle.

When reason came back, Bruce replayed the battle, and clearly realized that these strange behaviors of Earl Gray all pointed to a word.

————— Atonement.

He is washing away the pain in the heart with the pain of the body, and erasing the scars in the soul with his own blood.

"I will not accept your apology."

Bruce squatted down slowly, whispering to the man in front of him.

"But you want to stay with my daughter, don't you?"

Earl Gray coughed lowly, and seemed to be about to speak, when there was a light "dili" sound from the door of the room, and he was pushed open briskly.

At this moment, both Batman himself and the dead man returning from the train exploded with extreme speed. The former quickly tied the collar of his suit and smoothed his hair, while the latter threw himself on the only small sofa that was not cracked, pretending that everything Nothing happened.

"I'm back----?"

Sisley, wrapped in a snow-white cloak, stood pretty at the door. Today, she had her ebony-like long hair coiled into a bud head, her cheeks were slightly blood-colored, and she was full of smiles, as if someone had thrown the first snow, precious stones and sunlight into a kiln to burn. Only then did such a sweet porcelain doll come out.

Looking at the situation in the room, she slowly put out a question mark.

"?"

The smile on the china doll's face disappeared.

At the same time, the three people who were still in the room felt a strong chill, and their instincts were screaming at them——

"Honey, you may not believe it, but there was a hurricane just now."

Sitting on the dirty sofa and reading a torn newspaper, Earl Gray said without looking up.

"...a hurricane in human form, honey."

Bruce coughed and whispered, "It hit us all.

Sisley nodded, without saying a word, but walked into the living room.

The pungent smell of wine rushed in instantly, the mess in the living room, the blood stains, the fragments of dishes, the bruised knuckles of the old father, the lacerations that Earl Gray tried to cover with newspapers but were still clearly visible, all reflected in Sisley In clear ice blue eyes.

She opened the shopping bag in her hand, and when passing by the stiff Red Robin, she handed him a cup of warm milk tea.

"…………thanks."

Tim took it flattered, feeling that the chill on his body was also dispelled by this cup of milk tea.

Sisley continued to move forward.

The purple-black blood stained her snow-white high-heeled shoes, showing a kind of polluted beauty, like a flower blooming in hell.

She then came to the old father and put the shopping bag aside.

"sweetheart?"

Bruce's steel-blue eyes met his, his voice soft like honey.

Sisley looked at him calmly, and suddenly tore open the collar of his suit which was tightly tied.

Red Robin: "?!"

The old father obviously didn't expect such a sudden movement, even though Sisley could indeed stop him, he still paused for her to tear off the suit smoothly.

With a "crash", the diamond buttons of the custom-made suit fell off the ground with a crackling sound. Sisley walked around the old father, checked that there were no other wounds on his body, and stopped in front of him.

With Bruce's gradually disappearing smile, Sisley directly took the old father's injured hand, ignored his half-clenched fist pretending to be relaxed, and opened it one by one without any objection.

—————A shocking wound ran across Bruce's wide palm, and the flesh and blood on the edge were a little fuzzy, as if someone had cut it dozens of times with a blunt knife.

"........."

"Sweetheart, this wound is not as serious as it looks, I can feel it."

Bruce stubbornly resisted.

Putting the shopping bag aside, Sisley walked towards the wall next to her in silence, and took out the hotel's only first-aid kit that survived the accident due to its hard material.

Hydrogen peroxide was poured on the wound, bringing a numb itching. The girl with black hair and blue eyes gently treated the wound of the old father, and wrapped the wound with snow-white gauze.

Her hands were now stained with blood, and her snow-white fur coat was stained.

After a pause, Sisley took out a cup of brown sugar milk tea from the shopping bag and handed it to Bruce's uninjured hand.

She finally walked up to Earl Grey, who was still pretending, and tore his newspaper with a "stab", tore it up, and threw it out.

The crisp voice resounded through the room, like a slap in the face, slapping the faces of the three of them heavily.

The big bat and the little red bird that had already drank the milk tea froze for a moment, judging Sisley's anger level from the harshness of the sound.

And after the newspaper was ripped off, Earl Gray was forced to meet Sisley's sight.

"Honey," he said softly, "don't be mad."

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But Sisley couldn't get any comfort from these words.

Sisley didn't close her eyes, but she heard the gunshots at that time.

It only takes four shots to turn the living into the dead.

Bang.

The first shot broke his bones.

Bang.

The second shot made him lose the strength to shout.

Bang.

The third shot shattered his soft internal organs.

Bang.

On the fourth shot, he fell and never got up again.

A tear fell down and fell on Earl Gray's cold face, causing his eyes to widen in shock.

The body of the dead will heal itself, and the lost part will turn into the smoke in hell, and will return to their body again.

So Sisley just took off her coat, and wiped away the black and purple blood stains little by little.

She wiped, weeping silently, until Lord Gray looked into that unbearable pain, as if he had just died anew in her hot tears.

"What do you want me to do?" He coughed in a low voice, while apologizing in confusion, "I don't want you to cry, baby, little candy, don't cry..."

However, Sisley couldn't speak a single word, and she tightly pressed her lips together to prevent herself from revealing any weak crying sounds.

If she owed anything to anyone in the world, this man with silver-gray hair and green eyes was among them.

The other world gave her pain, but he taught her what happiness is.

The other world made her suffer in fantasy time and time again, but he actually gave her life back.

This man who can't bear to look at one of the experimental subjects, he is not guilty of serious crimes.

————Because he has paid enough debts and paid too much.