killer game

The sun is shrouded in the back, and the low houses maintain a certain appearance of being about to collapse but standing firmly.The piles of discarded items and instruments around are arranged in a messy and casual manner, as if they have not been moved for decades, but in fact there is not much filth.Although it is very crowded, some corners still have a gloomy and cold feeling because they have not been illuminated for many years.

The two sat side by side on the steps.

She was nestled in the shadows, and after the initial stunnedness passed, her face was expressionless, her eyes were blank, and she was not in a hurry to reveal her intentions.

The doctor slowly extinguished the cigarette between his fingers.His body was too dirty and his hands were too clean and beautiful. This strong contrast made the movements of his fingers even more breathtakingly beautiful, and he could firmly attract the attention of others with just one glance.

The steps were a bit shorter, and the doctor's sitting posture seemed a little difficult, so he turned sideways, leaning against the wall, and habitually curled up slightly.Most of his face was covered by hair, and he couldn't see any expression, but the indifference and depression of life or hopelessness revealed in his actions or words were very clear.The lifelessness in the cloudy pupils made one even suspect that even if he himself was going to die in the next second, it was just a normal phenomenon.

Mathilda's eyes moved from his hands to his face.The doctor was looking at the sky motionless, when the sunlight slanted across his body and just happened to split him in two.Half of his face was hidden in the shadows, and half of his face was bathed in light, but he didn't seem to be able to feel it. The faint and silent longing in his eyes seemed like a child who lost his favorite toy, but all the emotions disappeared in a blink of an eye. There was no trace, and the line of sight was completely out of focus.

...what a ridiculous illusion.

She followed him to look at the sky for a while, then she was dazed for a while, then she heard the doctor's characteristic cold voice: "A good girl shouldn't come to this kind of place."

Mathilda was taken aback, pretending not to hear.

"My site never accepts visitors."

Her eyes flickered: "Wounded?"

"So they're just casualties."

She tilted her head and asked, "But what if it's not? Will you drive me away?"

The doctor looked at her coldly, showing a ferocious and bloodthirsty expression.

She blinked and smiled: "I've never been a good girl." When she smiled, her amber pupils shone brightly, even in the shadows, "And, this expression is a failure—on the face It's all beards, I can't see clearly."

The doctor turned his head and looked at her in a daze. At that moment, he seemed to be looking at something else through her. The next second, the focus was back. There was a clear indifference in the turbidity, but it was not aimed at her.

"Ugly?" he said softly.

She nodded.

"I used to have such a girl," the doctor suddenly changed the subject, but his tone was obviously lighter. The opposite of the lightness was the deepening frost and despair in his pupils, "a girl like you , also have such a pair of eyes."

"You love her very much."

"Of course, I only have one younger sister." The doctor's face was slightly relaxed, and his voice was light and joyful, "Even if she wants the stars in the sky, I will take them off for her. She has been very cute since she was a child, and she likes to wear mother's clothes." The dress I made, I like to listen to me reading... When I go out, I can always see her sitting on the swing waiting for me when I come back, as quiet as an angel..."

Mathilda dared not say anything more.She had a hunch that if this topic continued, it would bring out some content that was not very relaxing.

But the doctor was still muttering, as if he didn't notice what he was saying: "She will grow up...she will go to school, she will have a boyfriend, and then I will beat the boy who stole her." Dun...she will get married and have several children, all lovely girls like her..."

Mathilda said nothing.

She didn't turn her head until she couldn't hear the sound in her ears, and saw the doctor was staring at her, his expression had returned to normal, his blue eyes were still cloudy, but they revealed a silent and desperate sadness.But he doesn't seem to be aware of it himself.

She paused, feeling that she should say something, and finally she said: "...she will be fine in heaven."

The doctor gave her a deep look.

"She just had to go back when the time came," she said.

The doctor laughed, but the decadence and vicissitudes on his brows did not diminish at all.I didn't know where to find a cigarette, squeezed it in my hand, and played with it bit by bit.

"Doctor?" After a moment of silence, she called softly.

"Too smart is not a good sign." The doctor looked at her and said, "Maybe you should choose to hide, you must know that you are not messing with something simple."

"You know?" She was a little startled, but then understood.She didn't know the identity of this person in the underground world, and naturally she didn't know how capable he was, and what about the intelligence network in his hands.

The doctor nodded, but he didn't show the slightest pity, but his tone was even colder: "Listen, you are very lucky to have survived, learn to be grateful, and live like an ordinary person, wouldn't it be good? ?”

"It's not good at all," she said.

"You already have the protection of the city's number one killer."

"But my life has been cut into two." Her voice was unwavering, as if she was just stating a simple truth, "The broken blade is still stuck in my chest, and I can even feel pain when I breathe. There are some wounds that time cannot heal. If I back down, the rest of my life will be ruined."

"Some wounds cannot be healed by time," the doctor murmured.

"I can only choose to gamble." She said softly, "Besides, I can't lose. Because I still want to live."

"Really greedy."

She said nothing.

"Do you know the difference between me and Leon?"

"Leon's a nice guy."

"And I'm not."

Mathilda turned her head without changing her face, and said slowly after a moment of silence: "Doctor, I can't find out your past. Your name, your age, your origin, everything in your past, you seem to have suddenly appeared in this world Same as above. You are withdrawn, calm, medically skilled, ruthless, hate people in your territory, and you almost hate the people in the anti-drug team, although you have nothing to do with them... I thought, when you saw me, you didn't make a move, which already represented something else?"

The doctor looked at her quietly for a while, then turned his head away.

The two continued to sit side by side on the steps. The sunlight had completely disappeared from here, but half of it fell on the yard.

One looked at the ground and the other looked at the sky.

"When are you going to do it?" said the doctor at last.

"... Soon." She hesitated for a moment.

"Leon's a good guy." There was a slight sigh in his voice.

Mathilda lowered her head: "I'm too greedy." Her eyes were dazed for a moment, "But I owe him too much, I can't drag him into it anymore, just let him go on like this... I can't change him... just There is always no room for good people in this world."

"Go ahead," said the doctor.A short word seems to represent some kind of unspeakable agreement.

"I want to be whole and whole," she muttered softly, "If it really gets to that point, be careful when collecting the body, and don't let me break it."

The doctor didn't smile. He squinted his eyes and looked at a certain point in the void in silence. His sight didn't have much focus, as if he was just looking at it like this.

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When Mathilda returned, Leon was cleaning the Silver Queen.

Just now, there was a heavy rain unexpectedly.Come fast, go fast.The greenery was hit a little by the raindrops that leaked in through the window, so he was scrubbing with a cloth.

Seeing her back, Leon didn't ask, and she didn't say anything.

He is really too slow and reticent. Many times, even if he wants to speak, he doesn't know what to say.

Mathilda threw the pastries from the sweep into the refrigerator, sat in the living room and began to eat the roast chicken.Passing by that store, I was attracted by the scent, and went in without any hesitation to pack one and bring it back.

Some time ago, her body was too emaciated. Even if she tried to stuff her stomach with food to supplement her nutrition, her spirit, which was always tense, was still not ready to let her go, until she clearly felt her slender wrists, and she fell silent. It took a long time before I tried to calm down completely and mediate the stress through self-hypnosis.

Dessert soothes nervous nerves and stomach while her body needs something else... Lately she has fallen in love with baked goods.The taste doesn't need to be too heavy, and you don't need to pay too much attention to the texture, it's just the kind of simple roasting that can be seen everywhere.She can't afford too fine food, and she is born to wander at the bottom.

Even if the body is not the same as before, but just like the indelible memory once imprinted on the soul, her healthy stomach will have a faint throbbing pain at any time, and her five senses are inexplicably dull, especially the sense of taste and smell.The sense of taste has been damaged by being with rotten or expired food for a long time, and the weakened sense of smell is the sequelae of a serious illness... She clearly knows that her body is in perfect health now, but the sick spirit has affected her body, and she can't do anything about it.

Fortunately, the intelligence check has been going well recently, the plan has been formulated very comprehensively, and I feel that the prospect of survival is hopeful, so I was finally able to relax a little, so I regained my weight.

Leon will have work tomorrow.Although he never said it, she could always feel it.

This feeling is very subtle. Since her proficiency in firearms has improved, the impact of a certain precise perception has become stronger.It was only before that she suddenly realized that the way she saw the world was different.When the line of sight sweeps over a certain building or scene, it will think about which position is more suitable for hiding and which direction is easy to start; when it sweeps over a certain person, it will instinctively analyze the strength and weakness of the other party, and simulate The odds of winning after making a move.

When she sat on the side of the street silently watching the people coming and going, she felt that she and the environment seemed to be integrated into one, the sound of whistles in the distance, the sound of wheels, the sound of footsteps, and even the sound of a leaf falling beside her. They are all extremely clear, yet seem eerily distant.

When that feeling appeared, she could clearly feel the excitement of all the cells in her body. It seemed that the pores of her whole body were opened, and all the cells were breathing. There was a steady flow of air flowing in and out without any barriers. It was very wonderful.

But it doesn't come up very often.In most cases, there is always something that seems to be nothing, making it impossible to understand.

So she began to consciously cultivate this awareness.She knew she was beginning to truly peer into the mysteries of the Hunter's world.

Just like Leon can teach her less and less.