killer game

"The news has come," the doctor sneered, slurring his words through the filter tape, but his voice was extremely indifferent and decadent, without any emotion, "one dead and one injured, but no one came to find fault." Clearly, the never-before-seen bad luck...it seems that this brat did it?" The flow of words has some strange jumps, as if they are admiring, but also seem to be just stating flatly.

He stopped, but didn't look back, and didn't say anything.

The doctor squinted, and his cloudy blue eyes stared directly at a certain point in the void, but he couldn't find much focus, as if he was just looking at it like this.The half-burned cigarette was held between the slender fingers, and the whole body was in a mess, as if it had just crawled out of the garbage dump, but the hands were exceptionally clean and beautiful, with well-defined knuckles, white and strong, very soft and flexible , showing extremely graceful curves and low-key gorgeous feeling like precious works of art.

The faint smoke rolled up, he quietly forgot for a while, and suddenly muttered in a low voice: "The dog in the police fur is running around like crazy, turning the world upside down... It's a pity that the rats under the ground are exhausted, even if they hide No matter how well you do it, you will still be picked out one by one in a short time. The cards can be shuffled just once, and the order...is still too chaotic." He laughed softly, his voice full of coldness was slightly lowered with some strange The sense of continuity, like reciting prayer poems, sounds very weird.

"...It has nothing to do with you." The slow voice was deep, magnetic, slightly dull, without any ups and downs in tone, but there was always an indescribable rhythm.

The doctor sneered indifferently, raised his head and let out a puff of smoke, his disheveled hair covered half of his face, but that smile made him look a lot brighter: "Old rules, you know."

His footsteps paused for another second, and he left without hesitation behind her back.

There was a low and strange laugh coming from behind, mixed with vaguely muttering fairy tales.

"Jack the Ripper was killed, Pauline and Sheffield were walking in the white church, the sniper's footsteps sounded, Jack the Ripper came..."

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"Are you going to leave me?"

Mathilda's lips were trembling as she murmured dreamily.The simple opening and closing of the upper and lower jaws caused the soreness of her cheeks, almost exhausting all her strength.The voice was as thin as a mosquito, full of dissociative weakness, she couldn't even open her eyes anymore, she just felt that she had stepped into a bottomless abyss, and some invisible but frightening force was pulling her Her body slowly dragged down.

She felt his footsteps paused for half a beat, as if he didn't know how to answer.Did not speak.

Her face was pressed against her broad but thin back, and the warm feeling penetrated into her cheeks through the skin, which gave her an indescribable sense of security—but she couldn't control her dull thoughts at this moment, she felt that she had no way out can go.

The darkness of the underground world is completely uncontrollable.She is still too impulsive.There is nothing wrong with going to the hospital to take out her younger brother, but she shouldn't be unable to restrain her desire for revenge... Even though she thought she did a clean job, she was still injured!The two things were connected together, and the anti-narcotics team killed her whole family during the day, and soon someone would suspect her.

Although she is only 12 years old, although few people dare to believe that such a young girl can do such a thing-it's just that she can't rely on other people's stupidity.The information she found on the Internet clearly told her how powerful Stan and the others were, and she had no doubt that their methods could really thoroughly investigate most critical areas...for example, all underground hospitals.

And now she can only rely on this man.Only he can save her.

Mathilda had no idea who he was.I don't know his name, his origin, his background...even, everything about him except his identity as a killer.

She has nowhere to go—she has nowhere to go!

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They went back to the apartment.

Before that, Mathilda's consciousness was basically in a trance.I just feel cold, pain, and some kind of unspeakable discomfort.

In the haze, a sweet and greasy liquid was poured in, mixed with bitter pills, which at least temporarily relieved the pain in the burning throat from thirst. Pressure, eyelids heavy as if the sky fell down.

The dissociative consciousness knew that she had a fever, but she couldn't wake up - she could only struggle not to fall into deeper darkness - she would die!She knew that if she did that, she would die!

But she doesn't want to die.

He came in from outside the door and saw that she had kicked off the blanket in just a moment, curled up on the head of the bed, trembling, the corners of her brows were tightly frowned, beads of sweat slipped down, her facial features seemed to be wrinkled together in pain, Appears insecure.For some reason, this expression is more vivid than the expressionless face that doesn't match the age of the past.It's a pity that because of the fever, his cheeks were flushed abnormally, but his lips were so pale that there was no blood.

After the operation, she has been in a coma for two days. Now, if she can't make it through... she will die...

die.He stretched out his hand to gently stroke her soft hair, and suddenly thought of the word eye.

The lives that had passed through his hands were like broken threads, fragile, without the ability to resist, and there was nothing left in just an instant.Not unfamiliar.In other words, it should be extremely familiar.He has seen too many deaths, but he has never seen this kind of death. When he thinks about it, he feels as if something is tightly clutching his heart.

He thought she would survive.Just as he couldn't just watch her die in front of him.

She is still young.She is a good girl.

But now he can only wait.

He patted her head stiffly, as if to comfort her.Covered her with a blanket, then quietly looked at the quiet and immature face, saw her brows slowly opened, and the heat on her forehead gradually receded, then turned and went out the door.

She is always very quiet.Quiet as if trying to get away from the world.But it turned out that even though he was disturbed when he fell asleep, he still looked so peaceful and beautiful.

While listening to the movement in the room distractedly, he gazed tenderly at the orchids basking in the sun in front of the window sill.It stretches its waist, facing the sun happily all day long, carefree.He wiped the dust off the leaves carefully with a soft cloth, and then watered it carefully.

He seemed to hear it talking: hei, Leon, don't leave me alone.

Yes.

Don't leave me alone.