The end game [Zhongyingmei]

"Should we follow?"

Natasha asked quietly.

The crazy mental patient not only jumped off the table, but also moved towards the deeper darkness.

Completely covered by darkness in front of his eyes, Mephisto did not act rashly, but calmly thought about the significance of the appearance of this mental patient.

He hummed the last two lines of the nursery rhyme repeatedly, his voice intermittent, and the sound of footsteps pattering on the floor tiles, no matter from which aspect, it was enough for people with keen five senses to locate his direction.

————Is it a trap?

———— Or is it a purpose to guide them?

"We'd better keep up with him."

Beside her, Captain America lowers his voice, and Rose comes to the same conclusion.

The ribbon of desire wobbled out, catching the strong smell of blood in the air, and the rest of the mental patients seemed to be hiding in the dark, silently observing the Chaoying group who was really strange to them.

Mephisto took the first step, and the cold blood stained the soles of her feet, forming a sticky and horrible touch.

Without the slightest hesitation, she took the second step.

Human beings walking in the dark will always lose their sense of balance more or less, and are too afraid to move because of imaginary obstacles.

Even if the specific steps are well estimated when the eyes are open, after the eyes are closed, the steps taken will be narrower and more hesitant each time.

It's some kind of fear that's inscribed in our bones, that the next second we'll accidentally kick something, take sudden damage, trip over, bleed, or leave an unsightly bruise on our skin. green.

In the third step, she walked out of the pool of blood on the ground and came to the colder floor tiles.The singing in front of me was intermittent, so happy that it was weird, like a flickering bug-catching lamp.

—————— For a moment, Mephisto even felt that she was the bug that was about to be scalded to death by the high temperature.

In the hand that hung down, the big beauty Rose tightly grasped the corner of her robe until it was soaked in cold sweat and formed into a crumpled ball.

The pain came from the palm, and Mephisto subconsciously lowered her head, "looked" in the direction of the palm, and tentatively touched it with the other hand, only to find that it was her own blood that soaked the corner of the robe.

In the fourth step, Mephisto's ankle was rubbed by a hand, and the ribbon of desire immediately rushed over frantically, but it was in vain.

She paused, and took the fifth step again according to the previous distance.

The singing became more and more ethereal, and the pauses became longer and longer, as if urging her to speed up.

This time, Mephisto stepped on something quite familiar to the touch, like a carpet, but better than the carpet, like some kind of high-grade textile woven in layers.

It wasn't until the sixth step that Beauty Rose clenched her fists and realized what it was—it was the hair of a certain psychopath.

On the seventh step, Mephisto paused, and suddenly accelerated his speed.

The survival time of the ribbon of desire is all dependent on the blood content in Mephisto's body. Although the mental patient who wanted to die before was a pretty good gas station, limited resources are limited after all.

Once she loses all the desire ribbons, Mephisto will be able to predict her own ending without even thinking about it.

——————In an abandoned mental hospital, what do mental patients rely on to survive?

At the eighth step, the mental patient's singing stopped abruptly.

Mephisto stopped, feeling the silence that almost filled his eardrums.

At some point, there was no movement of her teammates around her, and the pulling feeling on her waist had disappeared without a trace since just now.

Mephisto, however, could not retreat, nor could he.

She took the ninth step.

A pair of cold little hands suddenly held hers. These hands were stiff, cold, and radiant with a terrible chill.

Sisley in rose skin: "..."

Sisley in rose skin:! ! !

Mephisto's first reaction was to throw the little hands as far away as possible.

However, at this moment, her hands also became weak, and they were pulled together intimately with these small hands, as if they were glued to each other.

With Mephisto's height, she had to bend at a rather low angle to keep up with the speed of these hands moving through the darkness.

———— The other party is a child.

Mephisto thought calmly in his heart.

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These hands led her through the darkness. Mephisto's eyes were completely dark, and he could only confirm the terrain by repeatedly touching the ribbons of desire on the surrounding walls, and recorded the relevant information of the map in his mind.

Passing through a corridor, they turned into a spacious operating room, which was full of discarded bed frames, one on top of the other, almost like a natural fortress. These small hands held her and motioned her to bend down.

Mephisto complied.

In the next second, her knees touched the cold floor tiles, and she was led to crawl under the first bed.

Although the hand holding her is petite, its strength and speed are comparable to that of a normal adult. Being held by these hands and crawling in the dark will give people an inexplicable but real sense of security.

In the blink of an eye, when a guess about the identity of these hands jumped into his mind, Mephisto froze slightly, his whole body was cold, and he couldn't keep up with the opponent's speed normally for a long time.

Beauty Rose swallowed that guess hard, and tried to speak instead, testing her guess by reacting to the name.

In the darkness, Mephisto opened his lips, but no sound came out.

The silence was still silence, and there was no pause or hesitation in the hand holding her forward, which was enough to prove that her attempt just now had completely failed.

————In other words, not only is she completely "blind" now, she can't even speak words.

The speed of the little hand holding her slowed down, and the "passage" formed by the abandoned bed became wider and wider. Mephistopheles slowed down accordingly, until the owner of the little hand stopped completely.

At the same time, her hand hanging on the side touched something furry on the ground.

"You are back?"

In the silence, the furry thing coughed in a low voice and spoke intermittently.

The cold little hand let go of Mephisto's hand, and the beauty Rose stood in the silent air until the furry thing coughed again.

Mephistopheles ran his hand over it, realizing that it was the loose, shaggy hair the other had been lying on the ground.

"She, she ran out again? I knew...it's fine..."

The immature child's voice is terribly hoarse, and from time to time he coughs with the force of coughing out his lungs, and can only faintly hear the sweetness in his voice when he is healthy.

Even though Mephisto was in the shape of an adult and had to bend over and bow her head in the small area made of bed frames, the two children communicating next to her seemed not to notice this abnormality at all, and even she said The process of not posting and exploring around with the ribbon of desire did not attract a single question.

———— Rather than saying that it happened in real time, it is better to say that it is a plot that has been fixed for a long time.

"Sisley, eat."

The hoarse child's voice sounded again.

The furry thing rubbed against her direction, crawled over from the ground, and put a smellless thing on Mephisto's lips.

"........."

Even though countless speculations came to my mind, they were not shocked at the moment of implementation.

—————For a moment, as if being poured by a bucket of ice water, Mephisto felt the bone-chilling cold.

"Eat." The hoarse child's voice was still soothing her, "Live, live with us..."

Mephisto opened his lips, feeling the girl skillfully holding her jaw, touching her cheek with immature fingers, and putting that thing on the tip of her tongue.

In the first second when the sensory system fed back to the brain, Mephisto realized that this was a piece of wall dust peeled off from the wall.

At the side, there was a rustling sound, and the girl with long, fluffy hair sat up halfway, chewing and biting the wall dust in her mouth, swallowing it.

Mephistopheles could even hear how the wall dust scraped across the girl's tender throat, adding a new bloodstain to the scarred throat.

And the girl who brought her back, who was silent the whole time, sat quietly beside them, watching them "eat".

Even if it was wall dust, Mephisto and the girl only got a small piece each.

Hunger is like a vulture hovering in the sky, waiting for death at any time.

When the hairy-haired girl turned sideways, Mephisto didn't dodge, but let her lean on his arm.

On the other side, there was also a small head sneaking over, carefully lying on Mephisto's lap.

"If we survive..."

The girl's voice was already extremely weak, almost like a whisper.

"Sisley, you have a name, so we were thinking... can you, give us a name too?"

In the darkness, Mephisto nodded.

"She has always wanted a meaningful name that will be remembered when spoken out, and you know that..." The girl coughed twice, and there was a moment of silence.

—————A hot teardrop suddenly fell on Mephisto's shoulder.

"I also want to have a name...I want to have the same name as Dashan...I like Dashan...I want to see what a real mountain looks like..."

Her voice grew weaker and weaker until it was finally extinguished in eternal darkness.

The dazzling sunlight descended in an instant, passed through the endless darkness, and came to Mephisto.

She gently embraced the two petite bodies with trembling hands, feeling them disintegrating in her arms, as if the ashes that had been dusty for many years dissipated in the wind.

—————The friends who supported each other died one by one, and in the end she was the only one left.

The last ray of darkness in the game faded completely, and Mephisto sat in the alley, staring blankly at the narrow sky.

The morning air rushed into her nostrils, and the face of the city reappeared before her eyes, the glass walls of every tall building gleaming.

It's clean, fresh and comfortable. It's not the same place as Gotham, but it's not like New York.

Where is she...?

The big beauty Rose blinked her eyes dully, and confirmed her current attire.

The sound of hurried running from far to near appeared at the entrance of the alley, and the sunlight entered from there, so Mephisto could only see a tall figure with a briefcase running across the alley in a hurry, as if he was about to go to work. be late.

A few seconds later, the figure suddenly ran back.

Mephisto: ?

Mephisto: Kid, do you have a lot of question marks.jpg

She looked at each other, and the man was also looking at her, hesitant to speak, hesitant to speak, the face behind the black-rimmed glasses was flushed with embarrassment, the little curly hair on his head trembled with his breath, like A giant poodle.

"That...ma'am." He finally calmed down, his voice was gentle, "Do you need help?"

Even with five minutes to go late, Clark's conscience was screaming at him to leave the young lady slumped in the alley.

The other party looked up at him, as if frightened.

The moment she raised her head, Clark could clearly see her gorgeous beauty, which was different from ordinary people. Her bones and muscles were even very beautiful, and she was Zhou Zheng at the textbook level.

Clark: "..."

"I am fine."

The young lady moved her legs, and then frowned slightly——Clark noticed that her knees and palms had scratches, and the gravel was embedded in the bright red wounds, making them look particularly shocking.

—————— There are still 3 minutes before being late for work.

Clark bent his knees slightly and patiently lifted the young woman from the ground.

If he was wearing a Superman suit, he wouldn't mind rushing to the emergency room with this woman in his arms, but since he's still Clark Kent, a young reporter who is about to be late for work, he can only be normal. do the move.

He flagged a taxi, paid the fare, and drove the injured young woman to the nearest hospital.

—————— There is still 45 seconds left before being late for work.

While running wildly on the street, Clark clenched the briefcase in his hand, ignoring the strange gazes of the people around him, and limited his speed to within the reach of human beings.

In front of the Daily Planet, a taxi had already parked on the side of the road, and a colleague who was going to Connecticut with him poked his head out and waved to him from afar.

"coming!"

Clark pushed back the thoughts that came to his mind for a moment, and let the joy of successfully punching the card fill his body. He opened the taxi door, stuffed himself into the back seat, and then closed the taxi door.

"Good morning, Kent, are you ready?" The colleague came over friendly, said hello, and asked.

"Good morning... almost." Clark smiled shyly.

The god on earth had a smile on his face, while thinking of the word "Fort Elm" in his mind, he quietly clenched the handle of the briefcase.

He is ready.