The end game [Zhongyingmei]

When Sisley, Earl Grey, and Gabriel, whose arms were held by them, appeared in the hotel living room out of thin air, the first knock on the door had just passed, and the second hand of the clock passed twelve smoothly.

Letting go of the archangel's hand, Sisley was the first to walk over and opened the door.

"Good evening, little moon."

"Sally" looked at her and smiled.

After the little prince bowed gracefully, he handed Sisley the bouquet of white flowers in his hand.

"This is as an apology for borrowing one of your closest people," the dark-haired and brown-skinned "beautiful girl" raised her hand and lifted the hood off her head as she walked into the hotel living room, revealing her beautiful face. With a frightening face, "Are you willing to accept it?"

"It's so beautiful! What kind of flower is this?" Sisley leaned over and sniffed it like a puppy, "Tell me, Yogel."

"It's tuberose and baby's breath." Yogel sat down on the sofa, shook off the sand on his body, and gently answered her question, "I will bring you a new bouquet next time, little one." moon."

"..."

Gabriel walked over silently, and hugged the "beautiful girl" restrainedly.When he let go of his hand, an invisible force surged into the room, pushed the fallen sand grains from the carpet, and burned them all into unidentifiable light ash with flames.

"Ah, thank you, little moon."

Ugel thanked him, took out an old-colored map from his cloak, spread it flat on the table, and watched Earl Gray walk over silently.

"The place we are going to is here," his fingertips slid on the slightly faded markers on the map, outlining a path hidden in the faint dotted line, "follow this path, and there is a high probability of avoiding it." Dust storms may occur."

"What about here?"

Earl Gray sat down opposite the "beautiful girl", and clicked a small area on the map that was filled with shadows.

"This is the lake mentioned in the ballad...or the old capital of the kingdom."

Yogel replied immediately.

There was no expression on his face, but there was still a trace of sadness passing through his eyes quickly, as fast as the hallucination of the person who saw this scene.

"........."

Earl Gray had a premonition of the tragic story behind.

"This dynasty that was separated from my family originally surrounded the lake and built their capital on the oasis. They were quite dependent on the gift of the lake...so when the water gradually dried up, this place was completely destroyed. Abandoned, completely buried."

Sure enough, the little prince looked at the map and wrote lightly.

"Condolences."

After consoling briefly, the older and tall man turned his head to pour a glass of lemonade, sat down again, and pushed the cold glass to the pale little prince.

"...Ah, thank you."

The little prince suddenly got lemonade x1, showing a surprised expression like a grandfather, but he still accepted the comfort, picked up the cup, moistened his dry throat, and asked, "Are you ready to leave? ?"

"of course."

Earl Gray dragged the suitcase to the middle of the living room, opened the trunk lid, and revealed the contents inside.

Sniper rifles, military tents, windproof lighters, heat-insulating cloaks, claws, boots, and military heat-insulation suits that can be fully tightened lie quietly among them, silently demonstrating their professionalism.

Sisley: .........!

Even Gabriel showed a "confused.jpg" emoticon.

"How to make this expression, these are all provided for me by another you."

The older man seemed to think of something when he was counting the supplies. He suddenly raised his head, looked at the two Sisleys with blank faces, and couldn't help laughing.

“肯……吗？”

Sisley asked uncertainly, "The one wearing overalls and a mask?"

Earl Gray silently acquiesced to her words, put his knees on the suitcase, put it back on, and zipped it up.

"That's more than enough, sir."

The little prince came over to take a look. He had already sat back at the coffee table, and said affirmatively, "Food and drinking water can be taken out from my space-time rift. Storage and storage are not a problem."

"How many days are you going to go?"

Sisley suddenly whispered a word.

"It's hard to tell, little moon." Yogel stretched out his hand and gently touched the top of Sisley's head, "We have to set off tonight, and we may stay in the desert for a week, or even longer."

Sisley: Sluggish.jpg

The black-haired, blue-eyed girl was kneeling obediently on the carpet, resting her head on her elbows. Hearing this, she couldn't help lowering her head silently, sliding down like a little salted fish that had lost its dream.

Earl Gray scooped up the small salted fish with amused yet distressed expression, and stuffed it into the sofa.

"Come back soon, uncle."

While vomiting his soul out, Xiao Xianyu spoke in a low voice, and grabbed the sleeve of the deceased who got off the train.

"it is good."

Lord Gray replied softly.

The sky outside the window was gradually dimming, and dark clouds piled up on the horizon, showing the unique, deep and crazy night of Gotham.

Sisley's phone rang at this moment.

"Hello, Dad?"

She glanced at the caller ID and picked up the phone.

"Sweetheart, go home."

Bruce's voice was a little vain, and there were quite noisy noises around him, as if he was drunk by the sweet wine at the dinner party.

But there was no problem with his articulation, and every word had its proper accent, so Sisley went through it in her mind for a while, and understood what the old father wanted to say.

"Okay."

She immediately replied, "Is Daddy coming to pick me up?"

"Well, of course, sweetheart."

Bruce, who was perfectly drunk, seemed to cover the phone and said something to the people around him.

The sound of his footsteps passing through the receiver broke into hollow echoes between the empty walls over there, and the surrounding conversation and laughter faded away until silence returned.

With a sound of "ding", the elevator seemed to have arrived.

"Have you had a good time today?"

In this silence, Sisley heard the old father's question clearly.

"Happy, Dad."

She immediately replied, "Although I encountered something strange at the playground, I watched a movie with my uncle!"

"Really?" Bruce asked in the sound of the elevator falling, "What movie?"

Gabriel silently handed over a note with the title of the movie, the time of the movie, and a synopsis of the story.

Batman listened to his little daughter's sweet, muffled voice coming through the receiver, echoing in low voices now and then.

The light inside the elevator reflected his expression: he was smiling involuntarily at every word Sisley said.

His youngest daughter was born with such magical powers, making people forget their pain and feel joy and happiness wholeheartedly.

In this world, she is probably the only one who can lightly summarize everything that happened in the playground as "I encountered something strange".

Even if such terrible things had happened to her, nothing could leave a mark on her pure heart and change her innocence.

——————Like a good-tempered, purring, never holding a grudge, the cutest kitten in the world.

"I'll talk to you when I see you, Dad!"

Not knowing the mood of the old father over the phone, Sisley excitedly sent out the invitation, "I encountered a lot of interesting things today, do you want to hear it?"

"Yeah." Bruce replied quietly.

"Honey, see you in 15 minutes."

The signal in the underground parking lot was weak, and the phone automatically hung up.

"Let's go, I'll wait with you below, when will he arrive?"

said Lord Gray.

The elderly deceased gently pulled Sisley up from the sofa, rearranged the folds of her skirt for her, took the bouquet of tuberose with a strong fragrance, and took her slender little hand.

"In 15 minutes."

Sisley replied, hooking the man's cold fingers obediently, only turned around when she was about to go out, and waved reluctantly at Gabriel and Ugel who were inside the door.

Yogel smiled softly at her, mouthed "goodbye", and Gabriel spread his white wings.

Tens of thousands of light spots descended on Sisley with a breath of blessing, washing away the fatigue and scars on her body, and illuminating the road ahead of her.

The archangel's consciousness is as cold as the snowy night before Christmas.

Lord Gray pressed the elevator and carried their glass container all the way down, revealing surrounding buildings enchanted by night lights.

"It's the lights."

Sisley wore silk gloves, so she didn't have to worry about causing trouble for the cleaning staff, so she lay down on the glass quite reassuringly, opened her eyes wide, and looked at the bright and beautiful scenery.

"Ah."

Lord Gray rubbed her head and responded in a low voice.

"It's so beautiful."

Sisley rubbed his palm and whispered.

——————The city and the smell of fireworks in the world are enough to completely drive away the pure white and pure black in her memory, break all the pressure they exert, and dye it with real colors.

—————— On the day she escaped from the laboratory, it seemed as if the four walls of the box collapsed before her eyes, revealing the boundless truth behind the falsehood.

The world is so bright and lovely, with the sun and the moon hanging in the sky, the Milky Way and the wind mixed with the fragrance of flowers.

From the reflection, the older man caught Sisley's wet ice blue eyes.

He didn't say a word, just patted her head again.

With a sound of "ding", the elevator went down to the first floor, the hotel lobby was half full, and many people were sitting in booths chatting and flipping through magazines.

The severe winter cold did not survive for half a second in the air-conditioning of high-end hotels, but the festive atmosphere still quietly appeared in various corners.

In the beige light, a Christmas tree mountain made of emerald green metal and gifts stands quietly in the middle of the sofa booth, countless golden and red balls are tied, and red ribbons hang from the ceiling to the foot of the Christmas tree.

"uncle."

Sisley looked at the mountain of Christmas trees that rose to the ceiling of the hotel lobby.

"Well, baby."

Earl Gray responded, led her to the huge Christmas tree mountain, and sat down at the nearest booth.

"Christmas tree, can I have one?"

Sisley quietly touched the gift sculpture on the ground, and made a longing sound.

Lord Gray was taken aback for a moment.

A smile was about to appear on his face, but then, the smile disappeared like the morning mist, and the expression on his face became bitter again, only his voice was normal.

"Of course, baby, this is your first Christmas tree, isn't it?"

The dark-haired, blue-eyed girl was still looking down at the gigantic holiday decoration, so she missed reading the expression on the dead man's face.

"Yeah," she replied innocently, "the Christmas tree is beautiful. I've never had one, so I'll ask my uncle to give it to me."

"That's it."

"we have a deal!"

Sisley cheered a little, turned around, and hooked her fingers with the dead.

"I'll give you the prettiest Christmas tree ever."

The older and handsome man promised earnestly, a strand of silver-gray hair slipped from the corner of his forehead, and he pushed it away lightly.

...

This is what Bruce saw when he pushed the door open.

Sisley was eating a plate of chocolate flow cake, while her "nanny" today, the undead person he was investigating, was sitting aside, watching her eat with doting eyes.

Even though he was still full of hostility towards this guy who dared to provoke him, Batman still had to admit that the other party looked completely captured by Sisley's charm.

Pretends, it is impossible to achieve this level of intimacy, he waited beside her, as if a satellite was revolving around its planet, acting no different from the real uncle.

While Bruce was thinking, the undead raised his head at the same time, and his tender green eyes looked in his direction vigilantly.

Bruce didn't even move his brow, but met his eyes meaningfully.

After a few seconds, the latter looked away first, but Batman believed that the thing understood him.

"Sisley."

Bruce didn't make a sound until Sisley finished eating the plate of cake.

His youngest daughter immediately looked up from the candy heaven and scanned the crowd alertly.

After finding his direction, she ran over with a "da da da", her heels knocked on the floor tiles with a crisp sound, and the warm scent of chocolate exuded from her body, and she threw herself into Bruce's arms.

"........."

This is a blind spot under the Christmas tree, and almost no one can see what's going on here, so although Bruce is a little tense, he quickly accepts this soft hug.

"Did Dad have a hard day today?"

He heard Sisley ask in a low voice.

"Fortunately."

Bruce replied calmly.

After only a few seconds of hugging, his little daughter slipped away from his arms like a fish, and instead walked over to kiss the living dead man on the cheek.

But before Bruce could feel the emptiness, a small hand slipped into his open palm.

"Let's go home, Dad."

Sisley was standing under the glowing Christmas tree, holding a bouquet of tuberoses that bloomed just right, and smiled at him.

There was nothing sweeter than his icy blue eyes, the way she had seen Gotham for the first time.

Bruce's Adam's apple slid up and down, and then he responded hoarsely to her words.

"Let's go home."

He said.

Sisley made two "hmm" and pressed the bouquet to her chest without any guilt, covering the little fairy sitting obediently among the petals, while waving slightly in the direction of Earl Gray. out of the corner of her eye, the latter also waved in her direction.

Until she pushed the door out from the side of the hotel, the older and tall man never stopped staring at her back.

...

At the same time, in the presidential suite on the top floor, an unusual wind passed through the open screen window and lingered in the room.

The little prince who was originally standing by the bookshelf flipping through magazines turned his head sharply, just in time for the moment when the void was artificially torn apart.

The lord of hell gradually emerged from the void, first with ominous and huge goat horns, and finally with scarlet cloak horns.

The body materialized within a few seconds, and a tall and thin black-haired young man stepped out of the shadows. His face was quite pale, and his two different pupils shone with a confused brilliance. One was creepy black, and the other It is a golden green that seems to be sparkling, with countless symbols and words flickering in it.

"Good evening, I hope you don't mind my interruption."

He greeted with a voice as smooth as velvet.

"Good evening, Abaddon," Yogel walked over, hugged the young man's thin waist according to the etiquette, and then felt a little confused, "Of course we don't mind, but why are you here? What happened to Sisley? Is it? Or does she need something?"

On the sofa, Gabriel silently glanced at his other self in goat skin, with a bit of disapproval in his eyes.

Abaddon did not return the archangel's gaze.

He lowered his head slightly, his face was still terribly pale, but his tone was quite cold, mixed with a tone that could not be rejected.

At this moment, his facial features completely deviated from what a melancholy and handsome black-haired youth should have, but became terrifying, showing the extreme evil and cruelty of some inhuman creature.

"Yougel, I must go with you."

The Lord of Hell whispered.