killer game

"I'm sorry," he said.

He sat there, seeming a little cramped.He didn't wear the old black woolen overcoat. He was wearing a white undershirt and suspenders. He was tall and looked a little thin, but his bare arms and chest were covered with hard, muscular muscles.The short black and white beard on the chin seems to be a problem with the lighting, and the face shows a kind of dullness and clumsiness.

Mathilda's lips moved, but nothing came out.

His eyes were very big, he hesitated for a while and seemed to feel a little uncomfortable, then looked away again.Those eyes were very moist, just like when I handed her a veil to wipe the blood in the corridor, and they were always habitually stained with a little water color.He was pitying her, she could feel it.He wanted to comfort her, and she knew it too.

But he couldn't speak.

"Unfortunately... your father is dead," he said at last.

She nodded.Listening to the man on the opposite side racking his brains to think of reasons to comfort him.

"Your mother, she..." The man frowned, thought for a while, and found another sentence.

She continued nodding.

Then he looked at her in silence, not knowing what else to say—this girl was more mature and complicated than he imagined.

After a moment of silence, Mathilda propped herself up on her hands, and sat on the bed, posing for herself in an energy-saving posture, posing for a long talk or negotiation. "You saved me," she said.

She said seriously: "at the door, you let me in, saved me, got a gunshot wound, and you saved me a second time. You took me home and took care of me... for several days."

"Three days," he said.

"Okay, three days. This is the third time." She looked at him, motionless, "You know who my... enemy is. I will take revenge. I will pay you back the favors I owe you. I will pay you back want to live."

The man was stunned, and suddenly a slightly irritated and restless expression appeared on his face: "Revenge...it's impossible! You're just a little girl, don't think about revenge...so...you... "

"Then let my whole family die in vain! The murderer is free?!" She snapped. "My whole family is dead! You want to say that they deserved their crimes—you want to say that my brother deserved his death?"

He froze and lowered his head: "Sorry."

She looked at him expressionlessly, and then slowly said: "I will take revenge. I will kill all the policemen who entered my house that day! With my own hands!"

The man said blankly: "You are still young. You are a good girl..."

"Listen, I'm not a good girl." Mathilda opened her eyes wide, her amber pupils were as clear as a grave, "I have blood on my hands that can't be wiped off. You know, That gun, I hurt, didn't I?"

He looked away helplessly.

"I was rescued by you. You snatched me from death three times! I was going to die, but you saved me!" She pursed her lips tightly and said hesitantly, "Can you make 'over there 'The doctor operated on me and kept it a secret, you're not an ordinary man, are you?"

no answer.

"Then tell me your name."

"Leon," he said.

"Profession?"

He didn't make a sound.

"Dark world?" she asked softly.

He looked at her and nodded hesitantly, almost invisibly.

"So... what is it?"

He looked away, as if embarrassed to face her.

"Clea...ner."

She held her breath: "So you are a killer?"

"...Yes." He dared not meet her eyes, but he answered anyway.

she laughed.Incomparably sad, uglier than crying, laughing.But the color of water swam in the eye sockets, but did not fall.Sure enough.Although it was expected, the heart still twitched a few times uncontrollably.She thought of Charley lying in a pool of blood, and fantasized about the image of Colin's innocent eyes covered with blood, but it seemed that a natural passion surged into her heart, and everything gradually blurred and faded away, and she no longer had a chest in her heart. Pain like a colic.Only the determination of revenge remains.

"Leon, I need your shelter," she said softly, looking straight into his eyes, "Listen, my name is Mathilda. I'm 12. My whole family is dead. My brother is left with ashes. I don't Any relative. I swear I will take revenge. I could die at any moment. So, you, will you leave me alone?"

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She made another bet with herself.

Leon is the killer and another main character of the movie.She must seek his protection, and they will be bound together.But she alone cannot take revenge.Those people are police officers from the Narcotics Squad.The police—occupies the most important identity and position, can turn black and white at any time, and in the case of a conflict with the mainstream forces of the world, she can almost be classified as a villain without hesitation—if she wants revenge, she cannot follow the normal path Channels - you can only rely on the strength of the killer.

Ever since she met Leon, without her having to think about it, there seems to be a sensitive nerve reminding her every moment that she is living in a movie world.She is about to enter the plot... She can temporarily overcome the fear of being manipulated by fate and keep thinking calmly, but she has no time to plan, let alone change the plot, the problem is that she doesn't know what will happen if the connection continues.

She doesn't know the plot, doesn't know what the "screenwriter" thinks, and doesn't know where the "director" will lead them.Now she can only take one step at a time, because she is Mathilda-Mathilda wants revenge and lives-she must solve the hidden dangers about life safety before her identity is revealed.

She can only turn to Leon.

This killer is solitary and taciturn, but seems to abide by the most basic killer rules. Such a person would not want a burden, not to mention, she tried to threaten him with the fact that he saved her... She didn't either. Know how to impress him.

As she expected, Leon didn't answer her right away.He stood there in a daze, not knowing what to say, how to refute, or refuse.

But she just looked at Leon silently, her amber pupils were glinting vaguely.This man was more determined than she had imagined, and he had a kindness that she couldn't refute at all—she never knew that word could be applied to a killer—but she could just ascertain it.Kind, dull, stubborn.

He was a killer, but he saved her.three times.He was sincerely trying to keep her alive.But now she wants to use him.

How can a human heart be like iron... Thinking of this, her fingers trembled slightly.

Finally he said, quite reluctantly: "Your fever has just subsided, and you have taken the medicine... go to sleep first, and talk about it tomorrow... okay?"

She nodded slowly, took the medicine, lay down, and covered herself with a blanket.

"Good night," she said finally.

He paused, did not speak, hesitated for a while, turned off the light and went out.