killer game

When Mathilda came back, Leon was in a daze in the living room.

She was stunned at the door for a while, and then felt that she shouldn't make a fuss. She should be surprised if she saw him doing something other than drinking milk and taking care of plants in a daze... Well, she really didn't expect He will come back so early.

He calmly entered the house and closed the door, took off the delicate and small sandals on his feet and threw them aside, the moment he raised his head, his face had returned to its original state, and he walked into his room without a sound.She walks lightly like a cat.It's just that no matter how clear the pupils in the shadows are, they seem to be drifting away as if covered by a faint evening cloud.

Leon looked at her from afar without speaking.

Pushing the door open, she grabbed the clips and ribbons that tied her hair, and she changed out of the floral skirt lightly and familiarly, put on the vest and shorts that were thrown on the bed, and slowly washed off the makeup on her face in the bathroom.This is the simplest disguise change, which creates a different visual effect through simple modification and psychological techniques, which is different from the modern makeup technology of disguise, because the current conditions are poor, and it is impossible to manufacture those props that are fake and real. Taking this approach is at least far better than messing up your face with heavy makeup.

The strange and familiar face in the mirror gradually faded away, she lowered her eyelids, rubbed her face vigorously with cold water, and took a towel to dry it.Her face was still pale, and she couldn't see any blood. She looked at the back of her hand, and the blood vessels under the skin were very clear, so obvious that she had a horrible illusion.

Some dizziness.The stomach has a faint nervous spasm, and the frequency of the throbbing pain is not high, but it is so coherent that no one can ignore it.Lack of sugar labeling.She rubbed her forehead, bewildered that perhaps today's mental work was indeed too much, so much sugar in the blood could not keep up - after all, she couldn't persuade Leon to change her staple food into dessert.

It's still early.The sun was blazing outside.Through the tightly drawn curtains, one could still feel the vigorous heat radiating from it.She doesn't like this kind of weather, but in this city, it seems that the whole summer is filled with such sunny days, and there is no way to hide.

Mathilda rarely goes out.Especially before the wound healed.But she won't be bored in the room all the time.Occasionally, I also walk a few times in the corridor of the hotel, sit on the steps and relax for a while, when Leon is or is not.Not as quiet as a little girl of this age.Occasionally she would go to the Internet cafe across the street when Leon was working or going out. The time was not long, and she intentionally or unintentionally staggered the time when Leon came back. She instinctively didn't want him to know what she was doing, although she Actually don't care.

Based on all the information she knew about those people, she worked hard to dig out their past, analyze their potential weaknesses, and simulated the revenge plan again and again before revising and perfecting it... A huge rift zone appeared in her life, when there was no Before being free, it can only revolve around revenge.There is no other choice.

The table was piled with cakes and candy boxes that Leon had bought.She sat down and picked up the fork and started stuffing it into her mouth.He stared sideways at an empty glass in front of him in silence.

In many cases, there is nothing to talk about between them.He was taciturn, and she was silent, trying to stay away from the crowd and avoid noise. From a certain point of view, she was very similar to his character.

Leon picked up a new suitcase.Metal, long box, cold silver.He opened it and pushed the box towards her.

She swallowed the last bite of cake, put down her fork, removed the plate, and looked at him.

There are all kinds of guns and knives neatly placed there.Everything from beginners to veterans will come into contact with.

Mathilda paused. She hadn't seen these things when she left the house just after noon... Maybe he went out today to get these things?

Leon picked up a rifle and handed it to her.

"Beginner's toy," she said softly, holding the gun.

Leon's eyes were firm, and he reminded her: "A killer should not be limited to weapons."

She thought for a moment, then nodded.She knew she shouldn't be impatient, what's more, he was really judging her with the standard of a killer.

"Maybe I should forget what I learned yesterday." She said suddenly, "Start feeling again, master this frequency?"

Leon was stunned for a long time before he said, "Yes."

She tried her best to clear her mind, carefully felt the flowing lines of the gun body, and then disassembled the parts one by one, and slowly assembled them to feel the function and power that each part should have.

When the cold shell touched the heart of her finger, there was a kind of unspeakable trembling in her nerves. She thought she could really feel the magical feeling he said-when she held the gun, she Just grasping the frequency it brought, she carefully distinguished the subtle differences between each frequency, and truly experienced the inexplicable excitement.

Leon said: "The rifle is the first weapon you learn because it puts you at a distance from your prey...the more specialized you are the closer you are to your prey...things like knives are the last thing you can do Learned."

He put away the knives first, then put the other gun in front of her.

"You can't try to shorten the distance until you're fully proficient."

Mathilda knew that his so-called "proficiency" had to wait until she could use it as part of her own body.

Picture it breathing with her, beating its heart, watching its prey, an extension of her eyes and arms.

Leon looked at her eyes, focused, numb, with a hint of helplessness, as if pampering a child.

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Mathilda is playing the violin.

Conscientious, dedicated, almost wholeheartedly feel the frequency of every touch and sound under his hands.

The lie told to the innkeeper then turned out to be true—she really could play the violin.I saw this violin not long ago when I was walking home across the street, and I bought it with just one glance.Then she found that the sound of the piano seemed to be able to better adjust her emotions and soothe the tense nerves that were forced by her. The darkness that was suppressed and piled up in the bottom of her heart seemed to dissipate a little when she played the piano.

It's the only instrument she knows.

She seems to be born to touch the soul in the gun.She is a quick learner.Trying to absorb everything Leon taught, and then transform it into his own knowledge and power.

A killer potential revived quickly in her body, and her senses were so precise that it seemed magical, even Leon was sometimes surprised.

He always thought of the sentence she once said: "I was destined to meet you."

But he also knows that the cat he picked up will one day leave his world and never come back.

She has too many secrets that he can't see through at all.

When Leon came back with food, he stood at the door for a long time, and waited until the sound of the piano stopped before opening the door and going in.

In the soft sunset light, she slowly wiped the violin.

He clenched his hands tightly.

She convinced him, but she couldn't change his mind...

His world is not suitable for her.