killer game

It's 1994 now.

No matter how much you stare at it, you can't change this number. Mathilda put down the newspaper in her hand, then twisted it into a ball without expression and stuffed it into the trash can.

It was the only means by which she collected data.Every day she yearns for any news beyond this confined space, but all she has are these newspapers!These discarded newspapers!

She is 12 years old.

She lived in the movie world more than 20 years ago, without her beloved computer, without the genius program she created, without those games she hadn't cleared, without her weird collaborators, without her cold and elegant boss ...without everything she was familiar with.

Perhaps, there won't be any in the future.

She was sure she still had a memory and a gift for the Internet, but they were useless for now.

- She doesn't even have a computer with internet access!

Mathilda walked around the room with bare feet, the soles of her feet were as cold as her heart at the moment.

The room is very small, and there is not much room for anything except the bed, but at least there is a private space - she doesn't like others to touch her things, as long as she believes that it is hers, no matter how much torture she suffers, she can't force her. She handed it over, and if anyone dared to snatch it away, her revenge would definitely be a nightmare like a scourge.

She has been an unpleasant child since she was a child, even though she has a pure and beautiful face like an angel. Creatures like "angels" have never been as wonderful as bloody bread or moldy cakes in her conception, so she never felt that such a face could bring her much benefit other than camouflage.In fact, her eyes are always calm and cold as if they are out of focus, and her face is numb and stiff, almost expressionless in many cases.

When she got a little older, she decided she needed a place to store her belongings, so she asked for it.Similar to the countless times before, she decided that even if she was beaten all over her body and almost died, she couldn't get this idea out of her mind!Such cruel beast-like eyes and eternal sneer at the corners of their lips prompted them to agree to this request that seemed almost close to privilege.In such a chaotic and unfeeling family—yes, they eventually relented and kicked her into this storage room angrily, and when she finally finished tidying up, she had a private room.

The process was a bit tortuous, but it didn't take away her satisfaction with the result.

She never minded killing people.If this can satisfy her desire and achieve her goal, then she will definitely not be stingy with doing it.It's just that most of the time she is a calm and brutal person.And the only advantage this family has over her is that they are her blood relatives, even if it is for the rare miraculous vision in her heart, she will not do it - not to mention, facing an unknown and terrible future, how could she Are you willing to give up such an excellent hiding place?

It's just that silently enduring doesn't mean she doesn't hate. If one day her anger accumulates to the point where her heart can't bear it, then she swears that she will destroy everything with her own hands.

The room is so small, and she has stuffed candies, cakes, and chocolates in every possible place. The floor is always clean, but before it is cleaned, it is likely to be covered with sugar wrappers so that there is no place to stand.When she is irritable, she always subconsciously makes a mess of everything in her vision, but when she calms down, she is almost neurotic and obsessed with cleanliness to the point that she must organize everything in order.

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Mathilda sat on the bed in a daze.

She skipped class for over a week.This is already a habit.Just like her self-conceit and indifference from her soul, she will never feel that she needs such soft things as school education.Unless you need to find an appropriate adjustment for yourself, so that you will not be trapped in complicated and disturbed thoughts and drive yourself crazy.

From birth to death in such a cruel environment, and then put her back in such a relaxed place that can even be called "free", how can she still behave like a normal child?People will only attribute this to the imperceptible results caused by the impersonal family environment, and will only angrily accuse the adults of the impact of domestic violence. Who would have thought that such a child has a dark and cold heart in his body? soul?

And about her skipping class—no one in this small apartment would notice that.In other words, she has been habitually ignored for a long time.They never cared about her studies, never cared about her body, mood, or needs. As long as they stayed in their sight from time to time to let them know that she was not dead, it seemed to be the limit.

And, most of the time they were - afraid of her.Even if they beat her, scolded her, abused her, tortured her, and needed a sandbag doll to vent their pain and pressure, they couldn't hide the trembling fear they felt when they saw her eyes and sneer.

Of course, she really doesn't want to go to school, where she has been recognized as a serious problem girl. Although she can ignore it at all, it doesn't feel good to be an outlier—or an outlier in front of everyone's eyes.She never had to do what she wanted.She smoked, she skipped classes, she never finished her homework, and she was always standing far away and watching everyone mockingly.So she stayed away from those people's sights and stayed at home-she stubbornly called it "home", as a memory of the untimely hopes when she was newborn, and also because, compared with the orphanage, this place has a little blood relationship. The place where the bond is connected is so much better.

She didn't pay much attention to the wounds and blood on her body - more serious injuries than this were more frequent before - besides, these were given by relatives, and "relatives" at least knew a little bit of propriety.This usually shows that they don't want to kill her no matter what they do, and no matter how much they hate her, they still have to give her a place where she has shelter and food for her to grow up.

Mathilda stuffed candy into her mouth mechanically, and by the time she realized it, the ground was already covered with candy wrappers.She ate the last few grains in the box with a blank expression, then frowned and cleaned the ground, and wiped it carefully with a rag, so that the goosebumps on her arms faded away.

She thought for a while, locked the door, lay down on the ground, and dragged out a cloth bag from under the narrow bed.Struggling to untie the dead knot that was tied casually last time, she squinted and touched the cold shell of a black pistol.This is the booty she got when she was eight years old when she raped a gangster who tried to moles her in a black alley, and there were 27 rounds of bullets in it.God knows how much she wants to carry it with her, but she can only hide it here so that no one will find out, and touch it every night to sleep peacefully.

She shook out some scattered wires, plastic shells, rubber, metal sheets, old cloth strips, candy wrappers... and various gadgets from discarded electronic products.She watched quietly for a while, calculating quickly in her mind, and her hands were nimbly moving through these materials, trying to assemble something.

Her former collaborators had taught her some very interesting things.For example, how to transform yourself into someone who is not at all like yourself with the help of limited time and limited items.For example, how to make your voice sound like another person.For example, how to make a bomb out of various materials... She scoffed at that time, never tried to put the theory into practice, because she believed that only the Internet was her life, and she was so obsessed with her life that she was willing to fall into it. To hell—now that she has lost that life, the only joy is the memories and abilities she can keep.

She now uses them to pass the time.To be precise, the fun might still be the same, the TV—but now the living room is occupied by her sister who does aerobics all day, and she can't watch cartoons.

Mathilda frowned and assembled the half-finished product, but found that there was nothing left for her to perfect it, so she had to give up.She remembered her first creation when she was five years old, and she used it on her stepmother Margie's makeup and perfume that gave off all kinds of disgusting smells, and it blew up half the bathroom with a bang. They always thought it was some The chemical reaction of things mixing together, or the explosion caused by smoking in front of the mirror and forgetting to put it out, no one knows she did it.

So she continued to blow up the old radio downstairs that always made a harsh sound and disturbed her to sleep.

...Now she wants to study how to make the improvised bomb time longer.

This is the killer's world.Normal logic cannot be fully applied here. Mathilda told herself again and again.But it is clear that this moral view of right and wrong does not conflict with her much.It's just that she has killed many, many people, but she has never stained her hands with other people's blood.This time is clearly different.

There are killers here, and someone is bound to die.The killer will appear beside her, which means that someone around her will always die.

She racked her brains to master the means of living.by any means.

Because she wants to live.

Mathilda kissed the pistol, wrapped everything into the cloth bag, subconsciously tied another knot, and stuffed it into the shadows under the bed with great effort.

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Mathilda is writing a letter.

The smooth and graceful italic characters flowed out from the tip of the pen, line by line, neither the words nor the content seemed to be written by a 12-year-old girl.She doesn't need to hide, she never writes in front of others, let alone revealing any clues that go against her own image, and she never leaves anything about herself on the envelope.

This letter was to be sent to a certain important figure in Microsoft, but of course the importance would only be reflected in the future, otherwise she would not have chosen him at all.Sometimes one a month, sometimes many months, and sometimes none a year.Of course he would ignore it at first, but he would not refuse, because he couldn't think of anyone who would do such a prank to his incompetent self.Then doubt, surprise and excitement after deepening, curiosity and anxiety after careful verification, and then he will be extremely disappointed.After the disappointment, he will walk in the direction she expected.

He will have no other choice.

These letters will bring him untold glory and splendor, but he will never know where they came from.He will feel uneasy, walk on thin ice, and even get angry because his handle is in the hands of others, and worry about gains and losses, but since he put all his eggs in one basket, there is no possibility of turning back.

Mathilda has full confidence in her layout.No one knows everything about computers or the Internet in the future better than her.When necessary, she can be brave and bold beyond people's imagination, but what is more, she is close to neurotic and cautious.

She is preparing for the future.Before getting her own computer back to the network again, she must add something else to the network of this world, so that everything she is most familiar with can appear in advance, otherwise, she will no longer have the leisure and mood at that time.

Mathilda knew she couldn't escape the plot, but she wanted to survive.On the one hand, fearing the arrival of unknown fate, on the other hand, calmly calculating all the possibilities in the future.The contradictory heart and soul almost made her schizophrenic, but she vowed that she would never give up on herself this time.

This time, she will never betray her soul again.

She should get used to it.She always faces life alone.Childhood is so bitter, growing up is so bitter.

Alive, so bitter.

And she will always be alone.