killer game

Mathilda demonstrates her miraculous makeup skills to a killer.

She changed the white dress and it became a new dress.The dark brown blood stains on it couldn't be washed off, leaving behind light brown lumpy streaks, which now look like printed patterns.A mesh shawl concealed the wounds on his shoulders.The hair was trimmed and tied up, and the soft sideburns swayed around the cheeks, making the facial contours look more petite and pointed.She put on a thin layer of foundation to cover her pale skin that seemed to melt, her eyeliner was elongated and slightly upturned, and her cheeks were slightly modified. The moment she looked back, she felt as if she had suddenly changed. , as if even the facial features were different from before.

Leon sat in a chair and stared at her blankly.

"Women should learn how to make up," she sneered, twitching the corners of her mouth, adjusting her facial expression, the indifference gradually faded from the outline, because the whole face suddenly softened because of the slowing down of the eyebrows, the pupils were still almost as clear as before. Yu Chengjing's eyes, but his facial expression and temperament have completely changed... Bright and beautiful like an innocent and pure girl next door.

She turned to look at Leon with wide eyes, and looked at each other silently for a while, "Does it look good?"

Leon nodded blankly.

Mathilda laughed.Then she sat on the chair and watched Leon pack up.

The house was originally very clean. Except for the original electrical appliances and facilities, he couldn't find many things that belonged to him after careful searching. It was hard to imagine a big man living such a life close to that of a monk.He is a killer.Then he must be the most self-disciplined, boring scavenger.

Round black sunglasses, she always thought they were a style that was only popular in the last century.She didn't want to ask him how long he had worn the heavy black wool coat that didn't fit well.A black woolen hat without a brim, on top of a tall man's head, always felt a little ridiculous, but when he took off his sunglasses, she found that it matched those big eyes... It was like her heart couldn't influence The purity of his pupils, this man's hands should be bloody, but his eyes don't have the sharpness that a killer should have, but a trace of innocence that only a child can have.

That old black suitcase, Leon opened it and checked bit by bit, it contained various guns.She watched him clean up and investigate meticulously, with a kind of unexplainable cruelty in his concentrated expression, and even his gaze was so calm that it was close to ruthless.

Mathilda watched him closely, feeling conflicted.This is a killer, and he's been a scavenger for a long, long time.Most of the time, he really doesn't look like a killer.He carried things, he walked, he drank milk, all his movements seemed so dull, clumsy, mechanical and even childish, and there was hardly any expression on his face-but when he held the gun, he was like It turned into another person - everything changed from the bones to the appearance.

All black equipment, just like she had seen countless times, added a violin case, which contained most of the personal items, and the rest were all wrapped in paper bags and tied up.

He stubbornly wants to take the pot of green plants.When he looked at it, his eyes were soft as if facing his lover.She always thought that the gun was the killer's only thing, but his sight at this moment made people's heart soften along with it.

"It's my only friend," Leon said.

Once they decided to move out, they left the apartment building as quickly as possible.

The sky has not yet turned dark, and there is a long distance from night.Before that, they had to cross several streets and find a remote hotel to temporarily settle down.

Now that he was sure he couldn't get rid of her, Leon could only accept her troubles together.There is still a part of his heart that insists on resisting, but he can't tell what emotion he should use to face it. When he calms down, he finds himself spit out that "yes".He was determined to keep her, so he had to keep her safe.

He thought he hoped that she would survive, live peacefully like an ordinary girl, and give up hatred... At least that's what he expected.

The light turned green and she followed him across the sidewalk.

There is a constant stream of traffic. Leon strode forward with a suitcase full of guns in one hand and a violin case in the other.She was holding the pot of green plants carefully, and holding the paper bag on the other side, trying to keep up with his pace.

When she lowered her eyelids, she saw a faint shadow on the ground.Some abstract, but one tall and one short, the difference is so big.

Leon seemed to realize he was walking too fast and slowed down a bit, enough for her to keep up.

Turning the corner, I saw blue letters on the signboard of a hotel.

The hotel owner is a kind old man. "Your daughter is so cute," he admired, and they were considered a father and daughter. Mathilda looked up at the numb Leon, and realized that it was indeed a bit like it.The boss saw the violin case on the table, so he kindly arranged their room at the end of the corridor on the fourth floor, so as not to disturb other people when practicing the piano.

very good. Mathilda agreed in her heart.

Leon is not good at communicating with strangers at all.She was sure of that almost instantly.Looking down, Leon's body stiffened again when the boss pushed over the form that needed to be filled out.Keenly noticed that he felt a little cramped, and immediately understood the reason.

She brought the form over and blinked: "Daddy," she froze for a moment when she said the word, but then her tone became light and smooth, "Can you fill it out for me? You know what I like to do most This one!"

Leon's expression was suddenly strange.But he nodded anyway.

"Thank you," she turned her head to look at the boss, picked up the key on the table, "I'll fill it out and bring it here in a while."

She ran up the stairs.Then walk slowly to the last room on the fourth floor and open the door.

Not long after, Leon also came up.

She is filling out a form.Seeing Leon scanning around vigilantly, he quickly closed the door.Then they opened the doors one by one and began a quick inspection of the house.She looked in the living room, watched as he opened the cupboards, lifted the sheets, searched every corner where someone could hide something, fumbled through all the transom windows, pulled back the curtains, drew the windows down, and closed the curtains again. , Not even the corner behind the door was spared.

Finally he breathed a sigh of relief and came out to sit on the sofa.She is writing the last word of the form.

"Take it and fill it out."

Leon glanced slowly - stiffly at the form in his hand.

"Fill it randomly," she said with a blank expression. "I think the inspection here is not strict, just fill it out."

Leon nodded blankly.

"...How old are you?" He asked suddenly.

"38."

"38?!" His expression became more numb.

Her eyes had always been serious, but now she relaxed: "Okay, Twelve."

"You can't read," she affirmed.

Leon looked at her stupidly. "I'm studying, but I've been working a lot lately, so... I'm a bit behind schedule." He explained hastily, but turned his eyes away unconsciously.

She raised her eyebrows slightly, feeling a little better, and smiled softly.

"I teach you."