The end game [Zhongyingmei]

"I have to go."

Mephisto said lazily, interrupting Sisley's meditation.

Sisley: Huh———

The book in his hand was gently snatched away by the big beauty Rose, and put back into the box; even though he was about to leave, Mephisto still held it with his two snow-white arms.

"........."

Sisley was held in her arms like a toy doll, and she couldn't help struggling a little.

———— Five or six ribbons of desire sprang out immediately, and hurriedly pushed her back into Mephisto's arms.

Sisley: ...

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Sisley, who was dressed in rose skin, raised her face, and her facial features looked like a beautiful black dahlia under the light. It was not difficult to recognize that there was a slight layer of hostility floating on this face.

During the skin-to-skin contact, Sisley's main body can completely read the other's thoughts.

------sleepy.

Mephistopheles was thinking that way.

"You can sleep when you come back."

Sisley, who felt the same way, shuddered, and rubbed her cheeks with the other self, trying to comfort her in this way.

Mephisto let out a low "hmm", and the rose-scented breath wrapped around her face, intimate and cold, like a snake rubbing Sisley's face with silky scales.

In this situation, like the poisonous snake that tempted Eve to bite off the apple, it has a taboo human form, trying to devour pure human beings.

—————But in fact, Sisley, who has always been unhappy, is just sticking to the main body warmly.

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The beauty Rose finally rubbed her face with her main body, then let go of Sisley who was imprisoned into a small ball, and straightened up.

"Bye-Bye."

She whispered slightly perfunctorily.

Maybe Sisley himself responded, maybe not, but Sisley in rose skin was doomed not to hear.

Because in the next second, the bone-piercing darkness and chill descended on Mephisto.

At the same time, the bright red ribbon stretched from the snow-white back of the big beauty of the rose, like roses drilled out of their nests.

—————The air was filled with strong blood, and there was a faint smell of rot in the rust. It seemed that after she went offline, another fierce fight of mental patients took place here.

Her body has returned to normal size, and the red ribbons have also been full from hunting during the day, and they are eyeing tigers, ready to go.

In the extreme darkness, every change in the air is frightening.

There was no heartbeat in the air, so Mephisto had to stretch out a few red ribbons to explore the front, the ground, the top of the head and the side respectively.

In the process, her red ribbon touched a little furry thing from the corner of the wall——— Mephisto did not continue to explore.

Because that's how human hair feels.

The blood coagulates on it, and there is no trace of temperature anymore, it has been dead for a long time.

After a pause, Mephisto started walking towards the door.

During the whole process, she walked quite slowly. While the red ribbons were constantly groping for everything in front of them, the beauty Rose was quietly engraving the map in her mind, ready to take it out and call it at any time.

———————The hall is ahead, and the corridor is opposite the hall. You only need to take another [-] steps and turn right before a broken tile. That row is the prison for the mentally ill.

When he touched the cold steel railing, a red ribbon poked slightly on the prison, allowing Mephisto to immediately discover something wrong.

———————The iron sheets on the top rolled up one after another, with great force, as if someone had violently damaged it, causing the entire iron door to be deeply sunken, like the pale and sunken cheeks of a dying person.

Mephisto: "..."

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In disbelief, she touched the door again, which was as thick as the concrete wall of Arkham, and then walked to the next door, letting a red ribbon tentatively stretch in.

————The other side of the door is still empty.

In every confinement-like room, the upholstery had been scratched and tattered, as if some large animal had been swept across the border, but it had created more chaos and bloodstains than a large animal had passed through.

The Ribbons of Desire touched the blood on the wall and were about to swallow them in one gulp, but Mephisto stopped them.

"No eating."

She grabbed the ready-to-moving ribbon with disgust and doting, and let it float in the sky, "reading" the crooked bloodstains carved on the wall in the air.

"in the dark

man-eating monsters

They eat

then eat

Association

Eat

all"

Standing in the extreme darkness, with these crooked poems in hand, these few sentences are really easy to make people feel creepy.

———— Mephisto’s body stiffened for a moment, and then softened.

There was still silence in the darkness, only the sound of her footsteps echoed on the ground, and the "rustling" sound of the red ribbon stretching out.

In order, she used the red ribbon to explore the front of the cell one by one. The iron doors of each room had been violently damaged in this way, but some of the floors had blood stains on them, while others did not.

Mephisto carefully touched the splattered blood on the ground and confirmed one thing.

—————These are blood traces formed by the attack.

————In other words, when the iron door was opened, some mental patients became predators, while others became completely helpless prey.

The smell of old and spoiled blood was not pleasant, and Mephisto tugged at the red ribbons that wanted to devour the blood in disgust, signaling them to move forward.

When she walked to the cell at the end of the corridor, the ribbon of desire that she had been holding in her hand suddenly stirred, like a kitten smelling fish.

"........."

Mephisto stopped, giving the red ribbon enough time to stretch out.

In the darkness, there was only darkness in front of her eyes, but in her senses, she rubbed the red ribbon, scouted the ground carefully, and finally locked on one point, before Mephisto could stop it, gently licked it. Take a sip.

Mephisto: *freezes*

Before accusing the red ribbon of being too greedy, the smell of fresh blood came, mixed with a strong milk smell.

Beauty Rose's heart twitched slightly, her nose fluttered slightly, and she found her next target.

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This time the blood was rubbed against the wall, but there was still only one drop.

Although he prefers the fruit of malice that the mental patients have fully matured here, as long as he can prostitute for nothing, Mephisto will not refuse the fragrant milk that is at his fingertips.

Following the two drops of blood that hadn't dried up, she quietly walked down the corridor.

————— This is not a trap.

—————But the fact is the opposite, Mephisto is the hunter, and this mental hospital with a familiar structure is a rare hunting ground for her.

Mephisto is not here to be offered to the Gu worms to play with their prey, and neither are the superheroes.

There were no obvious signs of fighting at the place where the blood appeared, indicating that the injured person—no matter which superhero it was, was far away from the battle at this moment, and was moving forward here alone.

Mephisto: *sniff*

As the smell of blood changes direction, the ribbon of desire behind the beauty of Rose begins to stretch out longer and longer. Even if there are blind mental patients who want to attack her, they will soon be wrapped around their limbs by the red ribbon, like sucking music. It was sucked until only the living blood was left, and then it was thrown aside.

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Her red ribbons twirled joyfully around malicious hands reaching out from doors and windows to grab her hands, gripping her legs and feet in the dark that would trip her up, and pinpointing any psychopath who tried to sneak up on her, shaking them Hanging behind Mephisto, like a prey display wall.

———————The more mental patients step forward and contribute blood, the stronger Mephisto's red ribbon will be.

With the next left turn, the smell of blood she had been following finally became apparent, and the footsteps of her teammates began to slow down significantly, probably because she saw something that needed to be avoided.

As Mephisto walked forward, he stretched the red ribbon around, looking for any props that could be used.

One of the ribbons of desire twirled backwards and hit an obstacle in the corner of the hallway.

Mephisto: ...?

She keenly realized that something was wrong, and the rest of the red ribbons hurriedly surrounded it, tying up the cabinet tightly.

Mephisto walked over by himself, opened the door of the locker, and pinched the mental patient hiding inside.

"........."

The other party reacted quite quickly, the moment the cabinet door was silently opened, the man's blocking hand mercilessly moved towards Mephisto.

With a soft muffled sound, Mephisto's arm was numb from the shock.

While marveling at his strength, she took the blow abruptly and continued to pinch the mental patient's carotid artery.

The latter immediately elbowed her without hesitation, with a strong airflow on his arm, forcing Mephisto's hand to shrink back.

————But for a moment, she still touched the skin of this mental patient.

The carotid artery throbbing with the fingertips is familiar, the body temperature is like a warm stove, and the beating sound of the heart beats loudly against the chest, which is different from ordinary people.

Mephisto: !

Mephisto: ...

"Captain?" she blurted out, "Is that you?"

In the darkness, Rose's voice was slightly hoarse.

Her accent is so distinctive, like a rose in a fog, that it's hard to confuse her with anyone else.

"……It's you?"

Steve also withdrew his strength, "I thought you were those mental patients... I smell blood."

"That's their blood." Mephisto chuckled softly. "I picked up a nice metal spike."

Behind her, the huge and dense ribbons of desire that were just like rose bushes were deflated, and they retracted into Mephisto's body.

————— Almost, she will use these dozens of desire ribbons to tie through this cabinet together.

But even if the beauty Rose had time to stop the car, the Ribbons of Desire couldn't stop it all at once.

A small piece of desire ribbon, like a human's satin skirt decoration, slightly rubbed against Captain America's calf.

In the darkness, the blond man frowned sharply, "..."

He didn't think that it was Mephisto, he just thought it was a part of her belt that fell from her restraint uniform, so he didn't say anything.

Mephisto spread his palms forward, giving Captain America a hand as he jumped out of the locker.

"Why are you here?" In the darkness, Mephisto asked in a low voice, "I thought we were all separated."

"………I think so too."

Steve took a moment to answer.

The woman walking beside him gave an "um", her pace and footsteps were the same as in memory, and besides the smell of blood, the scent of roses on her body was also clearly discernible.

When Mephisto reached out to him, Captain America also quietly confirmed her heart rate, which was the same as that of "Mephisto" before they separated.

"Aren't you going to check if I'm real or not?"

In the darkness, Steve suddenly asked in a deep voice.

Mephisto fell into a tactical silence, "..."

—————In a place that Captain America can't detect, seven or eight ribbons of desire have confirmed his identity.

The sound of the beating heart cannot lie, even if it can fool Mephisto's ears, the smell of blood will not simply change accordingly.

Venomous blood tastes like sweet and spicy wine, while a pure soul tastes like bland milk. In this dark mental hospital, all the mental patients Mephistopheles has seen have the venom in their blood. Not as thick as it seems to have killed only single digits.

This is an abandoned Gu field, but the Gu worms thrown into it cannot be suspended, they can only survive in various ways.

The blood of Captain America is particularly conspicuous here, as if it has the mellowness of hallucinatory wine, but the milk flavor is so strong that it seems to add espresso mate.

—————He is neither, nor can be, a counterfeit.

"I think the design of this level should not allow us to doubt each other in this way," Mephisto said softly after a short silence, "I would like to believe that you are real, captain."

Just as the blond man was about to speak, the beauty Rose who was walking beside him suddenly became breathless. Before he had time to ask "what's the matter", she spoke first.

"Are you injured, Captain?"

Steve froze slightly.

"Sorry," he said softly. "You smell blood? It's not that bad."

The ribbons of desire swayed from side to side behind Mephisto, and through them, Mephisto could feel the hot blood oozing from Captain America's forearm.

This milk smell, which was so weak that Mephisto ignored it, was the blood that dripped on the ground and was rubbed against the wall before.

"How did you get hurt?"

Mephisto asked his teammates with a tone of slight concern.

"A group of patients was chasing me, and one of them cut the skin with a shard of glass in his hand," Steve told the truth. "The wound will heal in a while."

"But there's blood on it."

Mephisto waved his hand, indicating that the three ribbons of desire would be brought together until its front end became like a soft handkerchief.

"I have a handkerchief here."

She gestured to Captain America to stretch out her hand, and gently wiped his wound with this "handkerchief", "The dripping blood will attract those mental patients who eat people."

Captain America also fell into tactical silence, "..."

Captain America Pupil Earthquake.

At this moment, Steve's heart briefly drifted away from his teammates' worries, and instead thought of a more critical question.

————— If he said that this handkerchief seemed to "lick" his wound, would the beauty Rose think that he was crazy?

—————Maybe it’s just that the material is special.

The blond man comforted himself.

At least after he has teammates, he doesn't have to worry about a psychopath with a murder weapon suddenly appearing behind him.

"Have you found out why we are here?" Mephisto asked.

"Not yet." The blond man thought for a while and answered her question, "But I always feel that this place is not like the real world."

In the darkness, Sisley, who was wearing rose skin, was silent for a while.

"Why do you say that?" she murmured softly.

"I can feel my eyes opening and closing," Captain America's voice was calm and soft in the darkness, and he lowered his voice a bit, so the feeling was more obvious, "but I can't see anything "Everything is dark, and with those psychopaths who suddenly attack and disappear, it's more like the most primitive fear of human beings here."

"........."

Mephisto walked silently beside Captain America, who was ignorant of her ups and downs, concluded.

"A profound fear of the dark, of the sharp edge, of the danger of sudden onslaught."

"You think these are all fantasies?"

The beauty Rose looked at the endless darkness in front of her eyes, and spoke with a smile.

"Do not."

To her surprise, Captain America denied the claim.

"I think, at least, the scene here is real."

He pointed to the cell in the darkness, and then realized that Mephisto couldn't see the direction he was pointing, and smiled suddenly.

"Before you came, I also went to check these cells. In addition to those scary traces, I also saw many unique traces of life, such as finger prints in specific places, paintings drawn with fingernails, sneaking under the mats. A dried toad in hiding, and these...these are hardly imagined in large quantities."

"So our point of view is a child locked in the dark?"

Mephisto's throat was slightly choked, and her voice became dry.

The blond man didn't notice her abnormality.

"Not only that," a deep crease formed between his brows, "but also a child locked in a specific scene."

Mephisto was about to say something, but a smell of blood rushed to the tip of her nose. She pulled Captain America's arm, signaling that there was something strange ahead of him.

The latter also suddenly stopped talking, and walked towards the front without a sound.

As he walked forward, the strange tactile sensation under his feet became more and more obvious. The cold tiles became sticky, as if he was stepping on rotten soft flesh.

————— There is no sound of heartbeat.

Mephisto half-knelt in the blood and reached out to help Captain America.

A strange touch appeared under her palm, and the smell of blood was overwhelming, so Mephisto had to put away most of the red ribbons, leaving only a small clump behind her, like a stiff wing.

"He has……"

Even though there was only darkness left in front of his eyes, Mephisto still murmured in disbelief.

"He has three eyes?"

Two eyes grow on the side face of this monster, and one grows in the middle, like a collection of visions of herbivores and carnivores, covering a surrounding vision of nearly 270 degrees.

"The shape of his legs is also very strange."

Captain America checked quietly for more than ten seconds before he came to a conclusion, "His leg bones are much stronger than those of humans, which means he is very good at running."

"Look here."

Mephisto looked at the iron-gray hind leg of the monster on the ground, and pointed to the sharp scales on it, "These scales..."

She froze suddenly, Captain America's pupils shrank slightly, and he raised his head to look at her.

"Can we see...?"

he said in a low voice.

A strong sense of crisis rose from Mephisto's heart. She subconsciously pulled Captain America to stand up. She didn't need to remind him any more. He had already taken two steps in three steps and leaned towards the corner.

The sound of heartbeats became more and more intense, and the eyelids of the monster lying on the ground began to tremble, as if the dead body was pulled back to the human world by some strange force.

—————In the darkness farther away, a beast-like roar swept the entire mental hospital.