At night, the Virginia Street Bridge, after the boiling gunfire, everything fell silent again.

"Did you hit, Dean!" Luben opened his mouth to break the silence,

"Well, but you can't kill it, you can only delay time." Dean, who was lying on the front cover of the car and was gunned, looked at the system, and there was no kill prompt, so even a sniper rifle couldn't completely solve the Batgirl,

"Think of a way, Luben, or this guy will be haunted forever!"

"According to the premise of the book, only pure love can destroy the Batgirl!" Luben and Mary beside him touched their foreheads, and the woman looked at each other with admiration, "I have an idea, I borrow a knife to use Dean." ”

"Wait, what the hell are you talking about?" Marco held the trunk in his right hand, his puzzled gaze swirling between the two, "Love, setting, Batwoman, what do you mean?" ”

But a few people didn't have time to explain.

Dean jumped out of the front of the car, took out the board in his arms and handed it over.

Ruben carefully swiped the tip of the board across his and Mary's fingers, allowing the blood on both sides to mix on the blade, which flashed a bewitching red.

"As long as the bat banshee is stabbed by it, it will be wiped out and will never be resurrected!" Luben solemnly handed the knife back to Dean, who furrowed his brow in deep absurdity,

The blood of a couple mixed with each other is the so-called magic weapon to win, and it really works?

But Dean is not allowed to think too much.

The wind was raging in the night sky, and there was a sudden whirring of flapping wings behind everyone.

As soon as they turned, they saw a naked woman flying out of a low wood, her skin covered with a fine layer of fluff glistening silver in the moonlight.

Blood was still flowing from a horrific bloody hole made by a sniper rifle in the middle of his chest.

She pounced, without pause, and swooped down towards the crowd with her teeth and claws.

The wild and charming face grew wider and wider, revealing an ugly bat nose, a bloody mouth that opened to the base of the ear, and a mouthful of uneven teeth.

The fishy wind exhaled from it is smoky.

Just in time!

Dean gripped the blood-stained board in his hand and threw it at the Batwoman.

A little cold star twinkles.

The board drew a straight silver-white line, and with a pop struck the batmonster's neck, cutting the bloody hole.

Blood poured down the wound into the body like an anesthetic poison!

Poof!

Heavy objects fall to the ground!

The bat-monster's speeding body slammed into a wall of air and landed on the grass beside the low trees, its powerful inertia sliding forward for some distance.

In the midst of the flying grass clippings, she slammed into Bronco, who was parked on the side of the road.

The car shuddered.

She lay head-on in the back of the car, motionless.

The four people on the side of the car had different expressions,

Luben and Mary snuggled tightly, holding their breath, surprised and unbelievable, the great enemy who had been bsetting them for half a year had died so easily?

Marko's withered right hand caressed his chest, and his crumpled old face stared in horror at the woman with bat-wings not far from the car.

Swallowed his saliva.

How did a good love story suddenly become a fantasy story?

Dean's tense face didn't relax in the slightest.

A strong uneasiness in my heart was like a sword of Damocles hovering overhead, ready to fall at any moment!

"Stay away!"

The three of them subconsciously obeyed the order and quickly walked away, and Dean immediately took out the MP5 from the car, put the butt of the gun in his arms, and aimed it at the corpse five meters away.

Da Da Da –

Flames erupted from the muzzle of the black hole.

White smoke poured out, gunfire was deafening, and the rainstorm barrage accurately covered the monster's left bat wing, piercing and tearing a layer of film between the bone joints, and a large number of cratered bullet holes appeared on the ground.

At the same time, the Shadow of the Past manipulated the bloody board to cut wildly at its right flank, slicing off the largest film and making it look like a tattered and leaky flag.

……

Dean poured out a magazine like a storm, clicking, and the fingers of both hands fluttered rapidly, replacing it with a spare magazine.

But he paused for his smooth movements.

Roar!

A roar cleanses the night sky,

A terrifying shockwave erupted around the Bat Monster, uprooting patches of lawn and blowing into the night sky.

pierced the eardrums of four people at the scene.

Shadow spontaneously pushed Dean to the ground.

The next second.

The bat monster rushed towards the three of Luben like a four-legged beast!

Wailing, broken bones, blood spilled.

…

When Dean wakes up from vertigo.

Marco moaned in a cold sweat with his back against the car, his right arm clattered limply against his side and twisted into a twisted shape, the broken bone of his elbow pierced the skin and exposed to the air, dripping with blood.

Mary leaned against a palm tree, her face pale clutching her collarbone and a horrific wound on her neck, blood gushing wildly out, accentuating the close-fitting red dress.

She gasped in pain, but her eyes were fixed on the front, and her mouth repeated mechanically, "Luben, Luben." ”

Ahead, the Banshee ran to the bridge with Luben under her armpit, as if holding a kite stand, she flapped her wings and wanted to fly, but the wing membrane had already been scratched by Dean, and almost only a sleek skeleton remained, and she couldn't fly at all.

……

Dean got on the front lid of the car and operated the sniper rifle again, removing the scope and aiming at the distant Batgirl at close range.

Bang!

The sound was empty, and a miserable white air flow appeared in mid-air.

The running bat monster's body trembled suddenly, and with a wail, the left calf instantly broke open and twisted.

She lost speed and limped to the bridge.

Dean jumped out of the car and chased the Batgirl back with his mp5 as he strode in pursuit.

The small half-bullet hits the target and then gets stuck in the tough skin of the batmonster's back and can't go deeper!

Dean was worried about accidentally injuring Luben, so he simply stopped shooting and chased after him like electricity.

They stepped onto the Virginia Street Bridge one after the other, and the Batwoman held Luben with her back against the bridge railing, baring her teeth and grinning viciously at Dean.

Dean slowly approached the other to shorten the distance.

Fifty meters.

Forty meters.

Roar!

The bat monster's awl-like sharp right claw rested on the neck of the pale Ruben, and then swung his jaw to signal Dean to step back, he took a deep breath and slowed down, not daring to approach recklessly.

"Leave me alone, Dean, let it take me!" Lu Ben, who was stuck in the neck of the owner, pretended to be calm and shouted, "According to the plot, I will definitely be able to escape in half a year, and go back to take care of Marco and Mary!" ”

"Shut up, stinky boy, I can't let you be a hero here!" The old man staggered from behind Dean with a heavy gasp, his cheeks wrinkled like orange peel from the pain of the fracture, his red eyes turned to the hideous monster, and his back straightened,

"This... Beautiful lady, what's the use of you taking away such a waste with no money and no status? Let go of the roadbook, I'll go with you! I opened a clinic and was barely a rich man. ”

Roar!

The dark pupils of the bat banshee swirled between Luben and Marko, her expression becoming more and more irritated and restless, but the private detective, who had suffered enough and had even died once, was staring at him with cold eyes like poisonous snakes, as if ready to strike a thunderous blow.

The crisis instinct kept the Batgirl from acting rashly.

"Get out, old man, go back and run your clinic!" Lu Ben mercilessly scolded the self-sacrificing old man, "Don't always pretend to say anything that is good for me, I know exactly what your purpose is." ”

"You've always wanted to turn me into a fertility tool for the Van Hersin family, dictating to me."

"You keep pointing at me from above, constantly hitting me with disgusting words, trampling on my ideals and pursuits, and making my life a mess and getting worse and worse!"

"I've had enough, I don't want to see you again,!"

The relentless roar caused the old man to cover his mouth. The night wind suddenly became so cold that his old and thin body shook like a rotten dead tree, and he almost fell to the ground, and tears moistened his eyes.

"You're right, I'm a terrible father, I've been ignoring your feelings and kidnapping your ideals."

"Now it's my turn to atone for my sins, I'm in my sixties and don't have a few years to live."

"Let me leave in your place, and no one will interfere in your life in the future." Marco choked up and said sadly and sincerely, "You can be with Mary forever, and you can chase your dream of being a writer to your heart's content." ”

"Don't keep Mary waiting."

Lu Ben's face was stunned for a moment, and his eyes looked not far away, and a graceful girl in a red dress staggered onto the bridge.

The bat monster holding him also saw the "rival in love", and his mood became unstable again, his pure black pupils contracted, his wheezing sound was thick, and the charming and pretty face that belonged to a woman began to quickly evolve into a crumpled ugly bat face.

At this point, the wind died down.

Dean, who had been waiting quietly, glanced at Marco, who was in tears beside him, and a word from Luben in the cave flashed in his mind-

"It doesn't have to be love between men and women, according to the setting in my book, as long as the bat monster feels warm love, family affection can also be, you can comfort it and defeat it!

Take advantage of the moment when the bat monster's attention is attracted to Mary.

Dean moved.

Left hand ran over Marco's eyes and cheeks, wiping away his warm tears.

Grasp the bloody board with his right hand.

With both hands together, tears wiped the sharpness of the board.

Throwing!

The Shadow of the Past dragged the board to draw a semicircle, silently brushing over the back of the Bat Banshee, leaving a trail of blood.

A slight wound that can be ignored works wonders!

The Bat Banshee froze as if by magic, and involuntarily let go of the claws that were holding Luben, staggering her deformed body and taking two steps back.

Bang!

The blinding light of the fire lit up, and the Batgirl seemed to be doused with a layer of gasoline and thrust into the flames.

Flames burned all over its body in an instant, and the scorching light shattered the dark night.

Several people on the bridge were stunned by this sudden turn of events, and their eyes widened and they did not say a word.

In the boiling white smoke, the bat banshee's taut and twisted hideous face suddenly relaxed, revealing a smile of relief, with a relaxed and happy female voice, her burning body, from her feet to her head, inch by inch, strangely turned into a burning page, scattered all over the sky.

The pages of the book are densely packed with words... Like a draft, the night wind blew and drifted to the Truckee River below the bridge, turning to ashes with the flames.

A hint passed in front of Dean's eyes.

You have completely destroyed the fantasy creation, the Batgirl, Fighting Lv2 (220→230/300), Shooting Lv3 (10→20/400).

"Did we win?" Marco looked at Dean in disbelief and stammered, "We defeated that demon?" ”

"Seems so." Dean tilted his head and thought for a moment.

"Luben!"

"Mary!"

Two screams.

The freed writer and the lady in red hug again.

The strength is so great and the posture is so tight, as if you want to rub each other into your body and merge into one.

Lu Ben couldn't help but kiss his girlfriend's neck, but kissed his mouth full of bright red, his face stiffened, and he was horrified to find that the gap in Mary's neck sprayed blood like a fountain, soaking her whole body, including her long flaxen hair.

Her face was bloodless, with a deathly ash and numbness, and she looked up at his dark jewel-like eyes rapidly losing their luster and turning dim.

"Ruben... Luben..."

Her voice was weak, and her blood-smeared lips reflected a touch of cruel beauty.

"No, Mary, don't scare me!"

A princess of Luben hugged the woman up, and a trace of blood dripped down the high heels under her feet, gathering into a pool of blood.

Bang!

Mary's gorgeous red dress spontaneously combusted without fire.

The intense light of the fire shone through her closed eyes and lifeless face.

Bang!

Mary's whole body turned into flames, and from the flames flew out of the burning drafts covered in handwriting, and flew into the distant night sky.

"Nope! The plot shouldn't be like this, I've never written it that way! I didn't write that! ”

Heartbroken, Luben stretched out his hands and hugged desperately, but he couldn't hold it, and the drafts were scattered one by one, just like the bat monster before, turned into ashes.

He stretched out his hand as hard as he could, stumbling after the last piece of paper in mid-air, and stepped over the guardrail of the bridge.

"Luben, come back, don't do anything stupid!" Marco dragged his broken arm to the edge of the bridge to grab him.

"Don't come, or I'll jump right in!" Luben turned his head and smiled at him, his smile full of despair and a complicated relief,

"You know what, Marco, I didn't have an ending in mind for this book, but now it does."

He gazed into the void as if he saw Mary's loving smile, and he nervously declared aloud,

"Luben Van Hersin and Mary are reunited with the help of Detective Dean after defeating the Batwoman, but Mary is seriously injured and there is no cure for it, and in the end, Lubben chooses to hold his lover and jump off the Virginia Street Bridge and into the Truckee River together, never to be separated."

Never Separate –

The declaration of resoluteness echoed over the bridge.

"Is this really love?"

Dean interrupted him with a cold question, and then supported the blackened old man in front of him, who was about to faint

As if insulted, Luben turned his head angrily and glared at him,

"Do you know why you and Mary's blood can't kill the villain in the book?" Dean shattered his illusion word by word, "Because - there is no love between you and her!" ”

"Shut up! You're talking nonsense! Lu Ben seemed to be poked in the sore spot, and blushed and stammered to refute.

But the scene just now involuntarily flashed in my mind, I mixed with Mary's blood, why couldn't I kill the Banshee?

This already violates the premise of the book.

He was dazed and terrified.

Seeing the other party's panicked look, Dean's voice became more and more calm,

"Luben Van Hersin, your strength is amazing, you have brought the plot of the book to life, you have given life to the characters Mary and the Banshee of the book."

Dean's voice changed,

"But you're not God, and at best you bring illusory creatures back to life, but you can't give them souls."

That's right, Dean's puppet killed the Batgirl, but failed to absorb any souls.

"Mary has no soul, so everything she says and does is as perfect and unreal as a performance. And how can something without a soul show true love to you? ”

Lu Ben's face suddenly lost his blood, and his body trembled like chaff.

"Mary and the Banshee are nothing more than puppets that run according to the story pattern of your book, and everything they do is a set show!"

"So when I disguise myself as you, I can also trigger the plot!"

Luben hugged his head.

"Luben, for the past many years, you have locked yourself in a cramped apartment, constantly weaving sweet dreams to wrap yourself tightly and hide your fragile heart."

Dean smacked up, cruel to the point of destroying his last hope,

"But fantasy is fantasy after all, and what is fake is false, and the so-called great love between you and Mary is nothing but your self-deception!"

"And your father Marko's tears easily killed the Batgirl, proving that he is the one who truly loves you!"

Dean's words were as sharp as a sword, and a knife stabbed him in the heart, and Lu Ben, who was sitting on the edge of the bridge, collapsed, and a broken cry came out of his throat,

"Wake up and face reality!"

"No!" Lu Ben was extremely unwilling, and roared wildly.

"Luben!" Di pressed and asked categorically,

"Would you rather dedicate all your time, energy, and life to the cold fantasies in your mind, to the desires in your heart, than to give a little to your loved ones who truly love you?"

"You can't bear to watch him send a white-haired man to a black-haired man?"

Luben struggled to look up at Marco.

The old man's face was full of pleading, and his straight back was quietly rickety, as if he had aged ten years in an instant, and for the first time, he bent down towards his ridiculous son.

But Luben took a deep breath, grinning bitterly at the corner of his mouth, and a hint of determination flashed in his eyes,

"I'm sorry... Marco, I haven't made you proud once since I was a child, and this time I'm going to disappoint you again, let me last go willful and put an end to my work! ”

The voice fell.

Luben closed his eyes and opened his arms, his head down, and resolutely jumped off the bridge.

Free Fall!

No!

Marco fell to his knees and wailed helplessly.

Dean stared at the scene with a blank face.

……

Whew-

Luben's body fell rapidly under the force of gravity, and the cold air drilled wildly into his nose, ears and throat, and he felt a tearing pain.

The heart is pounding.

Breathing is extremely difficult.

At the same time, an indescribable fear took over his body and mind from the inside out.

I, a scum who hurts the feelings of my relatives, will go to hell.

He said to himself.

But I finished my last work.

Die without regrets.

Luben smiled in relief, and then lost consciousness.

……

Whew—

A miraculous scene occurred at the Virginia Street Bridge.

A recumbent body slowly flew from under the bridge to the bridge, as if a powerful invisible force had pulled him back from the abyss.

He landed smoothly on the bridge deck, unscathed, but fell into a coma from a moment of emotional excess.

Oh God!

The gray-haired old man rubbed his eyes in disbelief, then sobbed and rushed over to pick up his lost son.

"Still want to kill yourself in front of me?"

Dean clasped his hands around his chest, shook his head and smiled, took back the shadow of the past that wrapped Luben's body, and looked at Luben deeply,

"Now you're willful for the last time, give me an honest return to reality!"

(End of chapter)