killer game

Mathilda stared at the milk glass in front of her and remained silent for a long time.

The morning sun whispers on the glass window behind the curtain, and the laziness of just waking up brings indescribable powerlessness... It's another new day.

Leon threw away the empty box, walked back to the dining table and sat down, with the same glass of milk in front of him, the liquid that escaped from being poured into the glass gradually calmed down, showing a very beautiful milky white color through the glass.

She looked at him blankly, shook her head expressionlessly, her movements were slow and...resolute.

"Milk is necessary for good health," Leon insisted, ready to watch her drink it.

She looked at him and decided not to tolerate this bad habit any longer. "But I don't like it," she said softly.

Sometimes, there are always many things that cannot meet your expectations.It's not your fault, it's your inability to do anything.

Leon was taken aback.He wanted to refute, and there was always persistence in his eyes, but his dull language nerves couldn't organize appropriate words at all.He is too clumsy.He didn't know how to describe what he wanted to say.

Those clear amber pupils carried too much power, so huge that people couldn't help being shaken and palpitations.

"Drink it." After a long silence, he heard his own low and stiff voice.

She looked at him motionless, then blinked slowly.

She picked up the glass and finished it.Then he got up and walked slowly to the bathroom.His face was so calm that he didn't even turn his eyes for a moment.

Looking at that back, he suddenly felt a little regretful.Inexplicable.

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Mathilda really doesn't understand, is there really such a diametrically opposed image in the same person in this world?

She was absolutely sure it was a person—and without a split personality, much less a pretense.It is indeed him, the reverse plane is a killer, highly skilled, ruthless, and emotionless, and the positive plane is an ordinary person, solitary, strict with self-discipline, clumsy and slow, like an ascetic——she knows her You shouldn't be suspicious all the time, but why can't a man who can memorize the most complicated and huge structural diagrams of buildings—even every underground water pipe mouth—can't remember a few simple words that are so outrageous?

She tried to control herself not to approach this man's spiritual world, but she couldn't stop herself from analyzing him deeply.

Mathilda tapped her temples with her fingers, pulled herself out of her thoughts, and read another sentence from the Bible.

Leon frowned, his face was twisted together, and he buried his head in writing, looking in pain.

...Perhaps the greatest compensation for his talent for writing is this tenacious and never-backward spirit.

After finishing the dictation, Mathilda corrected it very internally.

After two hours of torturing each other like this, she sat in the living room and slammed the cake, feeling that she was finally alive.

Teaching Leon to read was definitely a painful thing.

After a while, her swallowing slowed down.Slowly licking the cream on the fork, she watched a figure in the small kitchen.

Leon is boiling milk.The usual pure milk, add sugar, put a little crushed almonds, and then adjust some ginger juice to remove the fishy smell.As a reward for her dead brain cells.

It's still early.The scorching sun outside was extremely intense.She turned her head and stared at the spinning fan for a while, tilted her head, got up and carried the Silver Queen off the balcony, and then drew the curtains tightly.

Leon put the cup in front of her.

He started ironing the clothes.The break time is over, work tomorrow... There is always a short pause in the merry-go-round.

Mathilda sat in a chair and watched him.

Leon spread out the white undershirt and carefully ironed all the creases.

"Are you killing everyone?" She asked softly there.

Leon paused, lowered his head, his expression seemed a little tired.But just like the countless questions before, he would always answer her: "Don't kill women, don't touch children, this is the rule."

Abide by the tradition and walk in the rules of the marginal world.Sure enough, she was unexpectedly strict with herself... She held her chin and silently tapped the table with her fingers.

She has met so many people.But I have never met anyone who respects and abides by those ancient traditions.The glorious classical era has long since declined, and those who have been tempered by this era have long since chosen to abandon all their weaknesses, and what's more... to achieve their goals, they will do whatever they can.She can almost dissect the contradictions in him with ease.But to some extent, this contradiction is not a contradiction at all.

He is a killer.His sins can never be washed away.But he is very kind, and this kindness keeps his soul pure and white.Similarly, in the dark world, such a person should not exist at all.

The dark world will not allow such existence.

Mathilda's eyes twinkled, and she fell silent.

For the first time, she felt speechless.

She wanted to ask him how he had survived until now...or rather, thinking about how long he could live without any change.

—but she couldn't ask.

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She is sitting on the street.

With his hands in front of his body, he sat in a lazy posture, his long eyelashes concealed a pair of quiet eyes.

On the wooden benches of the setting, the sunlight shines down from the branches of the sycamore trees, forming large areas of mottled light and shadow.The afternoon was dry and hot, with slight sweat, and even the wind blowing across the cheeks was warm.

Stan...skip it.This perverted man is far from her opponent, so let's put it at the end.

Willy.Bloody Willy.Looks like a ruffian most of the time, bordering on nervous bloodthirsty in moments of tension.The executioner who killed his brother.Star it.

Lynn.The man who was venting at the door at that time.Violent personality, suspicious.

Benny.A bald man with a strong body, but a cowardly personality.Should be fine.Also put an asterisk.

Kent.seriously injured.He was shot into the back and was revived again.Seems to be recovering well.But he has been recuperating in his lair, heavily guarded and hard to deal with.

Malky. Stan's number one confidant, the second in command of the anti-narcotics team, in charge of all external affairs.Equally difficult to deal with.

She blinked slowly, looking up at the perpetually gray New York sky.

six.There are six in total.

Mathilda rubbed her face, patted the hem of her skirt and stood up, hopping and running away like a real child.

Slums are really bad.

Black people gather and law and order are chaotic.Going around one garbage dump after another, I found the exit.Things like a white dress and a cute face are too out of place in such a place.She hid herself very carefully, bypassing everyone she could see, and quietly searched for the underground hospital.

The two times I stepped into this place, I was burnt in a daze, and the route in my mind was not clear. There is no Leon here, and she must protect herself.

It was only at this time that I realized that the location of the hospital was very ingenious.There are forked roads on all sides, but the arrangement of low houses creates a very magical dislocation. It is clearly in front of you, but you will miss it for a long time.

The door is open.But the doctor is not there.

The doctor had obviously been here for a long time, and no one would take offense at the place even if the door wasn't closed.As she imagined, the profession of a doctor has a certain undeniable status. Unless you are sure that you will never get injured or get sick, otherwise you have to fight with a doctor if you want to live in this kind of place. Easy to deal with.

She didn't mind sitting down on the steps.

nobody.She was in a daze.

"Good girls shouldn't come to this kind of place."

As soon as the slightly indifferent and decadent voice hit her ears, her eyes lit up suddenly, and she turned her head quickly to look over - the man was standing less than half a meter in front of her, bending over and staring at her.

quietly!No idea when he showed up here!Even if her mind wandered too far, she still couldn't imagine how he blocked her perception.

Inexplicably broke out in a cold sweat.

After a brief shock, Mathilda looked at him calmly and tilted her head: "Doctor?"

Sloppy, like a coat that has been wrapped in a garbage dump for several months without showing a white background. He is tall, with messy hair and beard intertwined with each other, but he looks a little clean, and his appearance is still invisible, but his pair of The cloudy blue eyes are beautiful.