killer game

Putting on the posture of preparing for a long talk, it turned out that I didn't know when I actually sat down face to face.

Mathilda sat on the chair, tilting her head, staring motionless at the strange green plant on the window sill, bathed in sunlight.

The weather was fine and the house was very quiet.The fan on the opposite side was spinning quietly, and the bandages on the shoulders had been changed, and they were recovering very well, even the faint pain and stiffness were greatly reduced.She opened her big eyes a little absent-mindedly, and her amber pupils showed a kind of dazed whiteness, which softened the expressionless facial contours a little.

Leon went out.The black woolen coat and black wool cap that have remained unchanged for thousands of years are round and small, with some kind of indescribable funny.There's only milk in the house, he doesn't use the kitchen for anything but to store it, and he never eats at home...but she needs food, she needs sugar.

Mathilda counted her fingers carefully, as if she suddenly found that they were missing or too many.After a long while, she touched the body of the gun that was tied tightly around her waist uneasily—she found it under the pillow—after thinking about it, she pulled it out again, disassembled it and counted the remaining bullets one by one.Dazed for a while, I looked back at the plant on the window sill, lowered my head and stuffed it back, covering it with clothes.

The simple pajamas looked a bit too big on her body, she looked like a child who was wearing an adult's clothes secretly, with fragile wrists and a slender waist, she only took one look at herself in the mirror before turning her head away... Pale It seemed as if it would break into pieces... She touched her face, was stunned for a long time, then smiled wryly and covered her eyes.

Leon is back.

The food was placed on the table, and he carried a big paper bag into the kitchen.

Mathilda stared at the kitchen door for a moment, then turned her head slowly, tore open the paper bag, and started stuffing her mouth.

She thought it was ridiculous.I am ridiculous, this man in front of me is ridiculous, this world is ridiculous, even that pot of green plants is also ridiculous!The long wait had drained all the momentum she had built up this morning, and strangely, she didn't feel like she had grown more patient.And she couldn't explain what the helplessness that filled her chest at the moment meant.

Leon sat down opposite.She took off her coat, with thin sweat on her forehead, and her face was still calm and calm. She wanted to preconceive that it was the coldness of a killer, but those moist eyes that were slightly shining, and the expression that couldn't be erased even with a deadpan face She couldn't help but want to raise a stool and smash it at the stupidity.

Then she silently looked at the steaming cup of milk in front of her.

She shook her head and pushed the glass forward.

Leon looked at her disapprovingly.

She looked back in silence.

The man in front of him stretched out his hand and pushed the cup towards her.

Mathilda slowly covered her face with her hands, and took a deep breath. "It's too hot," she said, and moved the glass towards the fan.

He is unreliable!She couldn't help roaring in her heart, this killer—her future companion was not reliable at all.

"We need to talk." She said calmly, reminding herself not to substitute the selection criteria of her previous life indiscriminately.

Leon nodded.

"First of all," she looked at him, emphasizing every word, "Itis a cleaner that you are!"

Leon's expression was a bit unnatural, but he still answered calmly: "Yes, Iam."

She nodded, and finished the second half of the sentence more calmly, "and I want to beacleaner."

"No." Leon refused without hesitation as she imagined—refusing mercilessly, without leaving any room.

Mathilda nodded again, she was very calm: "Why?"

Leon froze for a moment, opened his mouth several times and swallowed the words back. Finally, he was silent for a while, and said slowly: "...I don't think you are suitable. You are just a little girl, don't be so pessimistic..."

"Not suitable?" Her expression didn't move even a millimeter, "I'm not suitable to be a killer, or is being a killer not suitable for me?"

Leon froze in place again, apparently confused by this tongue twister.

She didn't let him go, and said with a cold smile: "What do you judge by? The criteria of a killer? A killer can't have friends! Life is so poor that you can only use that pot of green plants to talk? Killers can't have emotions! Stay in the blank space Have you been in the environment for too long and have even forgotten human nature? Killers can’t be bound! So stay away from the crowd, walk alone, and be silent?”

Mathilda said softly, her amber pupils were very clean: "That's you, Leon. That's not me. That's you."

Leon didn't speak.He didn't know what to say.

Mathilda looked at him quietly, and her voice was also calm: "Listen, Leon, I have no choice. God made me meet you, so many times, I thought I was going to die, and I even saw death. But you saved You opened the door, Leon, I had the doctor heal me, you took me home and cared for me for three days. So many times, I've seen the light shine on you - I've never been so thankful God."

"I'm still young, yes, I'm only 12 years old, but I can't go on being naive and ignorant anymore, you know," the voice was almost ethereal, "This won't work, you know, this will work It doesn't make sense. Those executioners are the police. Who are the police? They killed my whole family. If they knew I existed, I would still die. You are a killer, but you saved me and let me know, so it turns out I still have a way to go."

"No, you can't." Leon was still saying this stubbornly.

She looks at him.With a firm gaze, he looked straight into his eyes without any deviation or wavering.

"I won't be your burden."

Leon opened his mouth and closed it again, but nothing came out.

"I know you've been alone. I know what 'alone' means. I don't need to bother you much of the time. I'll live to pay your debt, if I live—my life It's yours."

Those eyes were clear without any shadows, even if the words were so cold and ruthless, even if the emotions in the chest were so violent, even if the decision to be made was so irresistible, even if the expression on the face was so stubborn and stubborn, her eyes were still like never The gemstone that has been stained with a little dust is so clean that people can't help but want to cry for her.

Leon looked at her.Moist eyes, always empathetic gaze.But still, motionless like a mountain.As a killer's principle, it cannot be violated... the law.But she knew he was hesitating.He is shaking.He's a killer, but he'll still pity her—not to mention, he's already trying to accept her.

"Give me an answer," Mathilda took a deep breath, suddenly felt cold, turned around and dragged the blanket beside her, and rolled herself up tightly. The cold milk, the cold milk, said in a soft but firm voice, "I need your protection, Leon, I want to be a killer, I want revenge. I can wander, but I don't want to, Leon."

"Answer me now, yes, or, no."