killer game

Mathilda woke up with a burst of sweet fragrance, which was indistinct, intermittent, and even felt so weak that she could barely smell it.But now the stomach is convulsing, all the senses are dull, it seems that only the sense of smell is running fast.

The whole body was exhausted, as if lying on cotton, light and light without any point of strength.Consciousness gradually returned at an extremely slow rate, and it took a long time for the half-opened eyes to finally have a little focus.

not hell...

She is still alive.And she's hungry.

The dim light carried an indescribable softness, she drowsily met the light leaking in from her eyelids, her tense nerves slowly relaxed, and she clearly felt a sigh of relief from the bottom of her heart.A tall figure appeared in the field of vision, with the light behind him.She closed her eyes subconsciously, and then opened them forcefully.

Her head was held up by a warm hand, and something moved in front of her, and a slightly hot liquid slowly poured into her mouth - just this little bit of heat seemed to be magnified countless times, the cells in her body stretched out, and her perception accelerated Recover—but what followed was a pain that was several times worse than hunger.

After barely drinking the milk, she wrinkled her face unconsciously, and her amber pupils looked directly at the man's face... I don't know how long she was unconscious, but she still felt so tired that she wanted to fall asleep.

"The fever is gone," the man saw her situation, but paused again, as if he was thinking about what to say, "It's all right... go to sleep."

She remained motionless.The eyelids are weakly opened, the long eyelashes are weakly curled, and the paleness is like a paper that will crumble if touched.

"...I won't leave you alone until you wake up."

She is relieved.He uttered a word with difficulty, and fell into a deep sleep as soon as he closed his eyes.

"Dessert," she said.

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When I woke up again, it was already dusk.

The room was very quiet, and the noisy sounds of the city outside the window seemed to be far away. In such a quiet and silent environment, she even felt a little surprised by her own existence.

The cheek muscles twitched involuntarily, and his consciousness recovered. Even the pain in his whole body and the gunshot wound on his shoulder were unbearable.She supported herself with the other hand and tried to get up, following the warm and sweet scent, she saw that there were many cakes, biscuits and candies piled up on the bedside. Mathilda expressionlessly took a bite out of the back of her hand that was trembling with pain, crawled over and pulled a cake box, ripped open the package and stuffed it into her mouth.

The cake was too sweet to make her want to throw up, but her brain couldn't resist the sugar.While coughing lowly, she tore open the candy wrapper with her teeth and stuffed the dessert forcefully.The contraction of the hungry stomach became smaller and smaller, the body was heavy and powerless, but the spirit gradually improved.

Mathilda swept the dessert almost viciously until a tall shadow loomed in view.Someone came in.

She paused, continued to eat the cake slowly but big mouthfuls, then raised her head, her gaze fell on the man in front of her.

She didn't speak.He didn't say either.

She filled her stomach and he handed her a glass of warm milk.

Mathilda stared at the milk glass in her hand with a faint gaze, then looked up at the man again, her dead expression did not fluctuate at all, and finally she looked back silently, raised her head and finished drinking.

He took out the cup.

She put her hand on her throat and pinched it, trying to swallow back the urge to vomit, she breathed a sigh of relief, frowning, she began to look at the surrounding environment.It should be the bedroom.It was clean and simple, but there was not much smell about him. Obviously, he seemed to only regard this room as a decoration and never used it.The door was ajar, and she could see the dim yellow light coming from the living room.

She remembered, 6D.The house at the end of the corridor.The other end is her "home".Although it is conceivable that this place, which is only a corridor away from the house where the tragic murder happened not long ago, would be so peaceful and... quiet?

She looked at her pale and slender fingers, because of the thinness, the blue meridians were faintly exposed.The joints are fragile and seem to crumble with a slight pinch.Weak, untrained hands.But it was this hand that pulled the trigger, easily taking one and a half lives.But she didn't feel the slightest pain because of it.

This is a killer movie.This is the killer's world.She shouldn't forget, she must keep this in mind all the time.Because she wants to live.Because apart from this kind of revenge, she has no other way.And no matter which world, it is always impossible to simply distinguish between good and evil.The price that the anti-narcotics team should pay, she will find it herself one day!

She recalled quietly, thinking quietly.It seemed that all the fears she had had since her rebirth had been drawn away, and she felt that her state of mind was so peaceful and so calm.When everything has not yet happened, I am afraid of the coming of the turning point and panic about the unknown possibility, but when things happen and there is no way to hide, there is no other way but to move forward.

Looking back, the shattered memories of her previous life were frozen like a movie screen. She found that she could no longer distinguish the boundary between movies and reality. No matter where she was, she was indeed living in this world—she wanted to live. .Live like a normal person.

The door opened and the man walked in.A golden-red glow hung behind his back, and then slowly disappeared.

Mathilda looked at him.He also looked at her.

She was waiting for him to speak, and he had no idea what to say.

Finally she said, "Where's my brother?"

He turned and went out again.She waited for a while, and touched the bandaged wound on her left shoulder with her hand. She didn't know if it was a psychological effect, but she felt nothing but pain.But it's good to be able to hurt, at least it proves that it still has consciousness.

She held onto the head of the bed with difficulty, trying to stand up.His legs were weak, probably because he had slept for too long, and he tried his best not to moan, but his muscles were clearly protesting.

While flexing his stiff limbs, he was distracted thinking about countermeasures.

She is now sure that this man is the other protagonist of the movie.He is a killer.And she is extremely clear about what a killer should have, not to mention that this is a solitary and taciturn killer!

Now think back to those pictures of the past.This man is always coming and going in a hurry, with sunglasses, coats, suitcases, always dressed in the same clothes, and there is always a faint smell of blood on his body, but this evil spirit hidden in the pure and clean temperament is always ignored by her... This is a movie.With everything off the movie screen, it's still a movie!At a certain time, at a certain place, they all have to act according to the invisible script - there is no hiding.

And this man appeared by her side, with a unique identity, so plainly embedded in her life without any abruptness - isn't it a preview of the plot?It's just that she is too arrogant, it's just that she indulges in happiness and has never noticed it!

This is a complex emotion that cannot be described.It seems that after searching hard and finally found the answer, there is a kind of relief and pleasure, but it is more uncertain and helpless close to suffocation.

The movie has already started.

More importantly, she didn't remember the plot, but she had already guessed that the death of the whole family was the sign of the beginning of the plot.She's already met the killer - he saves her - and the fates of the two protagonists have begun to cross.Then what happens?What should she do to keep the drama going?Until safe and sound until the end?

She leaned against the bed blankly, watching the man come in and hand back to her the wooden box that she had cherished more than her life.

Her eyes gradually softened.She carefully hugged her brother into her arms, and pressed her face against its cold lid. Slowly, the soft expression disappeared from her pupils, turning into unwavering silence and a touch of bewilderment.

The man sat down opposite.

He and she need to have a good talk.

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"What's your name?"

He finally broke the silence.It was still low and dull, without any ups and downs in tone.

She paused for a moment, slowly raised her head, and finally cast her gaze on him.

"Mathilda."