killer game

Some tasks are easy and simple, while some tasks are naturally complex and difficult, but regardless of the former or the latter, Mathilda's job is to make up for a fatal blow on a target who has not died completely after meeting.And this work is becoming more and more familiar, and the cooperation between them is becoming more and more proficient.

After completing the task, they went to the restaurant to celebrate.

When a bottle of champagne is opened, the two glasses collide with each other.

"Leon, I met you at the beginning of this summer." She said softly as if she was recalling something, her eyes were shining with gentle luster.

Such a long and short summer.

It's the end of summer now, and you've become the brightest color in my life.

"Yes." he replied.

Then she began to smile, and looked at him quietly with her head held up. Such focused eyes obviously made him feel a little embarrassed.

She lowered her eyelids with a smile, and the ambiguous lights cast shadows on her face, which was warm and very warm.And that smile is so bright, so soft, yet with indescribable gratitude, and, sadness.

"Cheers." Finally she raised her glass.

"...cheers."

The red liquid shakes in a transparent wine glass.The color of blood.

When night fell over the city, she and he walked slowly towards the residence.Busy traffic passed by on the road, the lights flickered and the horns were high and low, it was so lively that it seemed a world away.They wandered on the edge of the crowd, carefully avoiding the jubilant place, only walking forward quietly like each other.

This city is so prosperous, so prosperous that it is enviable, but it is difficult to approach.

She tilted her head and reached out to grab his hand, but only touched it lightly, and he retracted like lightning.

"Leon, give me your hand." Mathilda paused, stopped, raised her head, and looked at his face. After a while, he didn't move. "Did I do something wrong?"

Leon shook his head dully, unable to resist such stares, he still put his hands in front of her, cautiously.

The palm is large and the knuckles are well defined.Dry, rough, and thickly calloused.She put it next to her face and rubbed it lightly, then took his hand and pulled him forward.He froze, but didn't let go, and didn't say anything.

At such a close distance, she held his hand.

But this section of the road is so short.so short.

Leon...

Leon, do you know how wonderful these times are with you?

Leon, I have learned to just be in a daze without worrying about anything, I have learned to simply smile for things as simple as the sun rising and setting, and one day I will finally be able to maintain the life of ordinary people without eating candy and supplementing sugar Thinking about it, I can let my guard down when I sleep in bed at night without thinking about being decapitated in the morning.

Leon, I can finally trust someone so unreservedly, and I also understand what this strange feeling that fills my chest is.

Leon, there is something throbbing in the hard part of my chest, so warm and sticky.

And there are things I'll never say to you, Leon.

Just think that I am a passing kitten, occasionally straying to your door one day, asking you to take it in.The rain stops, the sun shines on the earth, and I will leave again.

I wish I could go on forever by cuddling like this, but we all know that the predetermined moment will always come.

I came to your world just like you entered my life. This is an irresistible fate. When I finally understand what this fate wants to teach me, time is no longer enough.

We never made promises, Leon, and that's perhaps the most thankful thing about it.

Because I always have to leave.I always have to leave.

If one day, I can come back alive, I will hold your hand tightly like this, and never let go.

We can walk toward the sun together, Leon.

But this section of the road is so short.

so short.

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Dazzling sunlight leaked in through the gaps in the curtains.

She got dressed, tied her hair up, and smiled quietly at herself in the mirror.

She was always unable to truly integrate this world into her soul, even though her body truly reflected everything this world brought her.Holding a kind of fluke like drifting with the tide, she struggled hard and tried to survive those catastrophes, but the reality finally broke the thick ice in her heart, self-deception no longer existed, she got a strong reason, but she was more fragile, more fragile .

She kissed her younger brother's urn, the tenderness deep in her pupils contained grief and despair that she couldn't even perceive.

In this world, there is a person who is so warm, so warm, and she is so greedy to reach out to grab it, but even if she reaches out, there will only be air in her hand.

And he was so important, so important.

When he finished drinking the milk and was about to go out, Leon just came out after finishing his sit-ups.

"Where are you... going?" he asked.

She stood there for a while, then turned around and looked at him.She didn't want to lie, and when she didn't want to lie, she was always so silent.

"Alright, come back...?" He stammered and asked, with a kind of helplessness as if he didn't know how to explain.

She nodded seriously.

Leon froze for a moment, as if he didn't know what to say, finally wiped the sweat off his face clumsily, and said in a low voice, "Protect yourself...come back early."

Mathilda nodded.

"I'll remember to bring you milk," she said softly.

Pull open the door, go out, close the door.

The yellow light in the corridor shone overhead, as if it could sting people's skin.

He covered his mouth and stood there.Silent as a shadow.She closed her eyes against the door.She thought she was going to cry, but it was so dry inside, so dry it ached.

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The slums were just as they were in memory.Such a short time can't make any changes at all.

She huddled in a corner and waited for the trouble not far away to pass.Some people lost half their lives, some had broken arms and legs, and the low-pitched shoving and cries of pain were intertwined, complicated and messy.

The doctor seems very busy.

She smelled the stench of blood, so strong.No matter when, she should be used to this smell, except for the time when her brother was lying in a pool of blood.

She squinted her eyes and looked at the densely packed low houses spreading out, the sky trapped in the narrow space, the sunlight leaked down and shone on her hands, and they were still slightly hot.

The front finally returned to quiet. Mathilda was dazed again, got up, patted on her clothes, and got out.

The doctor was leaning on the door frame smoking a cigarette, bent over and looked a little hunchbacked, in a dirty coat, with tangled hair and beard, and cloudy blue eyes with a cold light of vicissitudes and insight.

"Doctor."

The doctor looked at her expressionlessly, and casually put out the cigarette butt by the side, with some kind of probing look in his lifeless eyes.

She sat down on the steps by herself, and there was a rustling sound beside her, and the doctor also sat down.

"Has it been decided?" The doctor asked as if he was talking to himself.

"Yes."

"Then why do you still come to this place?" The cold voice carried a kind of usual depression and indifference.

"I got some very interesting information," Mathilda paused, and said slowly, "it might be of some help to me, so I'm here."

"It doesn't seem to be a good thing," said the doctor.

She didn't make a sound or expression, just quietly, as if sinking into it, looking at the floating and glowing dust in the scattered sunlight.

After a long time, she spoke softly, as slowly as a raving: "He gouged out her eyes."

These words seemed to forcibly turn on a certain switch. After a moment of silence, the doctor made a weird "woo hoo" sound, grabbed his hair fiercely, and tore it out.The beast-like sound from the depths of the throat, which seemed to be suppressed screaming and sobbing, mixed with the clucking sound of the joints being squeezed vigorously, was very terrifying.He was shaking all over his body, the muscles in his neck were twisted together, as if they were convulsing, the veins were protruding and throbbing as if they were going to explode, he buried his head down and curled up.

Mathilda seemed to be unaware of the movement beside her, still looking at the dust in her vision peacefully, her words were slow and soft: "She died in a dark world, without comfort or redemption."

She stared at the void obsessively, as if there was something she cherished there, and continued so tenderly but cruelly: "We obviously have a common enemy, Doctor."