killer game

This summer has been extraordinarily long.

Mathilda stood in a dark corner, looking silently at the blazing sunlight outside the window through the gap in the curtains.It was early morning, and the air was already so scorching hot... Perhaps, at this time, the hot summer had just begun.

Under the pane not far from her, after a night of deep sleep, the Silver Queen stretched her waist and vigorously swayed towards the sun.She stared blankly for a while, then lowered her eyelids as if suddenly returning to her senses.Carefully touch the other hand with one hand, feel the cold skin, the blood flowing slowly in the veins, such a young body, but lifeless like a static statue.

"All creatures yearn for the sun instinctively." She murmured softly, as if talking to herself.

She hates the daylight shining on her body, which makes her feel that there is no way to hide. The sense of touch penetrates the skin and swims in the blood, as if digging deep into some kind of hidden shadow, those unknown hatreds and sorrows , Burning like trying to burn everything up.She once abandoned the sun and the day, but she was cheated by despair and had nowhere to go?

But before everything started, when her heart was not polluted—before, didn't she also long for the warmth of the sun?Was the sunshine back then still as pale as it is now?

Mathilda turned her head slowly, and took the glass of milk that Leon offered her. "Thank you," she said.Poker face.

Her sense of taste had abandoned her long ago.Just like her stomach has been tempered and tempered, it can already accommodate all kinds of weird things.If possible, she would really like to pour a whole can of sugar into this milk. Perhaps at that time, excess sugar is necessary for the body and reduces the requirements for taste, which can be accepted by the taste nerves. Let her pour the milk Swallow it along the way...

Reluctantly took a sip of milk, even though he swallowed it as fast as he could, there was still a faint milky smell on his tongue.This stuff is pure, has no sweet smell at all, and has a strong fishy smell. Let alone a day or two, she will not be able to accept it for another ten years.Looking back, he saw Leon sitting on a chair holding a glass of milk, he looked at her, and she looked at him, then she silently moved her head away and took another sip with difficulty.I am really not suitable for fantasy.

After drinking the milk, Leon took a clean cloth and a spray bottle in one hand, and began to take care of the Silver Queen.He moved the pot of green plant down from the window sill, closed the window to keep it out of direct sunlight, and then watered and weeded and wiped every leaf.His expression was extremely serious and careful, as if he was doing a sacred job.

Mathilda's head echoed through passages she had seen not so long ago.Perennial herb.The leaves are alternate, the petiole is long, the base is expanded into a sheath shape, the leaves are long and narrow, light green, and there are gray-green stripes on the leaf surface.Evergreen is a shade tolerant plant.But the plant, with its green-gray leaves, likes to live in a constant temperature.If it is watered with warm water, it can survive for a long time.

It likes temperature and is tolerant to shade.

Likes temperature, bears... shade.

Leon regards it as the sustenance of his life, and he imagines it as another self.He would take it with him wherever he went, and during such a long time, he depended on it and stayed with each other.Just like the silver queen who endures the shade, he also lives in darkness and shadows, but his heart also longs for warmth like ordinary people, like a child hiding from the rain under the eaves silently waiting for the never-ending rain to stop But he couldn't stand under the sun openly, so he let his favorite silver queen enjoy the warm sunshine and careful care instead of him.

Sad?

But he hardly felt the emotion.He was simply doing what he thought was right.

The more Mathilda observes, the more she realizes that the one affected is actually herself. Leon's life is so barren, but full of unchangeable laws, so easy to erode the thorny edges and corners of his body - the more he doubts, the more he feels that his state of mind becomes peaceful and serene, and he has not felt it for a long time... ...the overwhelming grievances filled with nowhere to live in the atrium.

It's not a good momentum.

She went back to the room and picked up the wooden box, touching the flat surface with her cold hands, trying to calm herself down.

However, his lips trembled slightly, and even his body shivered.The color of blood spread in his mind, unexpectedly recalling the devil's pale and cold face.That sharp and cruel sight shot straight into her heart, just one glance made her wish she could die.

——At that moment, she almost forgot that she was no longer in that world—the devil could no longer appear in front of her!

She put the box back in place like an electric shock, and tremblingly took out a pistol from a corner of her body, holding it firmly in her hand. Mathilda stared at the box, stared hard, and unknowingly pressed the safety catch, and then suddenly found the muzzle of the gun against her, and threw the gun away in a panic, her eyes widened, and then tears rolled from their sockets Come out, drop by drop on your hand.It was so hot that it seemed to burn the skin.

The most outrageous mistake she made in her life was trying to avenge her brother.This does not match the education she has received, completely inconsistent!The devil has imprinted deeply on her spirit and body, deadly like a poison that seals her throat with no cure, even if she is a freshman, she still cannot get rid of the shadow of the past!She thought it could be wiped out after more than ten years of depression, but in fact, it lurks in her body and unconsciously becomes the sharpest weapon to protect herself—she relies on it so much, even if her heart is resisting .

But now, the belief in revenge for her younger brother hit it the hardest. The longer she stays with Leon, the faster the edges and corners disintegrate... She can't leave Leon, and if she leaves him, she will definitely die, but if she stays by his side, she will just watch. Seeing that all her beliefs tend to collapse... Then, even if she avenged her, she would no longer be her.Even if she got revenge, what should she do?

Those possible facts, if you close your eyes, you won’t be able to see the darkness... Even if you don’t think about it, they still exist.

She couldn't turn back.There is no turning back.

The younger brother stopped breathing in a pool of blood.The younger brother was lying in the cold space.The younger brother turned into ashes in the flames... She loved him so much, how could she let him wander alone in the world, unable to avenge his revenge, and had nowhere to go.

She loves him so much.Love him so much.

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Mathilda walked out of the room slowly.

Leon was in a daze in the living room.He just finished his work yesterday, and he will have a few days off in the next few days.

She sat across from him.

"Leon," she paused, her gaze was so calm that it was almost empty, and she used a declarative sentence, "teach me to use a gun."

He raised his hand holding the cup and slammed it on the table, his almost expressionless face was somewhat flustered.

For more than a month, she has been so obedient... so obedient that he thought she had given up on that idea long ago.

"You heard me right. Teach me how to be a killer." Mathilda stared into his eyes unwaveringly. "My injury is almost healed. I want revenge as soon as possible."

Before he could organize his speech, she had already said: "You promised me!"

She said, you promised me.

"Mathilda," Leon said slowly, calling her name, "you need to calm down."

"I'm calm."

He stared blankly into her eyes, and she stared at him in the same way.

Leon clenched his hands into fists, his eyebrows furrowed slightly.

This is the child he picked up.He promised to take her in, he promised to give her asylum.She is a good girl.She is very clean.She shouldn't be a killer.A shameless, cold, bloody killer.

"Listen, I'm calm," she understood his silent refusal, but her words and eyes remained firm, "Leon, this is my decision, I know what I should do...Maybe I will regret it, but I can't There is no way to go. If I can’t get revenge, this hatred will destroy me.”

Her pupils were as pure as a pool of clear amber liquid, but the corners of her lips were mocking: "I'm still young, you must say that—yes, I'm still young, so I should have enough Time watched them die of old age in front of me? Isn't this considered revenge?" There was deep sadness in the eyes, "But, before that, a long time ago, I was no longer me."

I am already, not me... What kind of mourning, what kind of despair.

"Mathilda," he said, "I really... don't want you to regret it."

This girl, so many times, when she sat across from him and looked at him, always made him feel that she was not a child.She was so mature that she seemed to have seen through everything, with a girly face like that, and at some point, it had been soaked in the vicissitudes of time, so beautiful and so sad.

He simply...couldn't refuse her.

"But I have no choice."

Her soft voice was in a trance, so she suddenly thought of when he first came to this country that year, found his father who worked for Tony, then picked up a gun, and has been wandering since then, with no purpose and no direction , away from the crowd, without a fixed place, lonely like a floating dandelion, maybe even the shadow can't be seen when it withers.

He couldn't refuse her.