killer game

It was another afternoon, and the floor was covered with warm and lingering sunlight.

He carefully wiped the emerald green leaves of the Silver Queen, gently wiping off the dust with a soft cotton cloth, his eyes were gentle and calm.

What exactly is time?He was thinking about it again.

When he didn't know anything, he had a lot of time to think about it, but when he peeped to the edge of the huge mystery, he found that it was like fine sand slipping between his fingers, instantly No reflections remained.

I won't live long, Mathilda.As he thought this way, those long and profound memories appeared in a trance in front of his eyes.

He was suddenly a little overwhelmed, he looked at his hands and felt that he didn't even recognize himself.He thought of that woman again, the woman who had made him homeless all his life, the warm and weak woman.

But then the only thing that occupied all his thoughts was those clear and deep eyes, the way Mathilda smiled at him.

He thought he had enough time to wait for her to grow up, to mature, to have enough strength to stand in the sun unscrupulously.But she is too stubborn, too decisive, she is so cruel, she can cut off all the shackles that bind her so rationally, but she does not leave any room for herself.

"You are still young. You are a good girl." He murmured in a low voice, mechanically, "You will become a good wife and mother in the future. This world is too dark, too cold, and you will get hurt... ..."

Tony once told him that when answering a question about his savings: Think about waiting until you're 60 years old lying on the beach basking in the sun.

But the sun is too dazzling, too hot, it will melt his flesh and soul, he has already abandoned the sun.

He never even imagined that one day he would take all his money and run towards a happy life.When he killed the first person, he knew that sooner or later he would die silently in the bathtub like him, turning over the foam.

But she is so stubborn, so stubborn.

The Silver Queen stood on the window sill stretching her waist, facing the sun happily all day long, carefree.

He put on his overcoat and round hat.

Before leaving, he said goodbye to it, and seemed to hear those slight and unknown voices again.

Hei, Leon, don't leave me alone.

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When we got to Tony's restaurant, a fat Italian guy was cutting his hair.

He stood at the door for a while, the tall black figure was very conspicuous, finally he pushed the door and walked in.

"Okay, Mario, you go first." Tony looked back and said to the fat man, then took off the cloth on his shoulders, walked over to pour Leon a glass of milk.

"Take a seat and sit down. How are you doing? Is there any trouble?" His tone was still kind and friendly.

"No, Tony." Leon sat on the chair, seeming uneasy, "I was thinking... I've been doing this for so long. Maybe... Maybe something will happen to me one day."

"Hi~~ What's wrong with you?" Tony's facial expression was deliberately exaggerated, as if he wanted to show a surprised emotion, "Leon has never been invulnerable! Bullets have never hit you!"

Leon was silent for a while: "Tony, I want to talk to you about my money...you know, I trust you."

Tony nodded, with a sly look in the corner of his eyes: "Yes, but people can't believe everything. I taught you, remember?"

Leon clasped one hand tightly to the other, a movement that Mathilda often makes when thinking, and he has become accustomed to it since sometime: "Uh... I mean, in case... someday I have If something happens, can you... transfer my... my money to the girl who lives with me?"

He added: "You know...you know her."

Tony patiently listened to his hesitation, and he stared at his eyes, which were as clear and clean as they were more than 20 years ago. He could see it, but he could clearly perceive its changes.He has watched him for more than 20 years, and he should have thought that this child has become less lonely in the past few months, but it is this kind of warmth that is not allowed to be possessed... that may bring fatal crisis.

Finally Tony nodded. "Okay, I will—and you'll be fine, trust me."

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It was dark by the time Leon got back to the hotel apartment.

The room was so dark that there was no light at all.He opened the door, then, after a short pause, turned on the light.

Mathilda sat on the sofa with her fingers crossed and her lips on her lips. She was bent over, her elbows resting on her legs, her eyes were closed, and she was as silent as a hallucination.

She is praying.

The light sprinkled from above and fell on her dark brown hair, spreading out a hazy halo slightly in circles. The pale skin was like a sculpture, so quiet and graceful.

Leon was suddenly at a loss, he stood at the door not knowing what to do.

Mathilda opened her eyes slowly.

She let go of her hands, straightened her waist and raised her head.

"Leon," she said softly.

He saw clear liquid in her eyes.He didn't know what happened, he was suddenly a little scared.

The next second, she rushed over, hugged his waist tightly, buried her head in his arms, hugged tightly, hugged tightly, it seemed that only in this way could she feel at ease.

She is still so small and immature, but he is so tall, the gap between high and low is like a chasm drawn in front of them, one side is bright and the other side is dark, cruel enough to suffocate.

"I like you Leon," she smiled, with tears in her eyes, "I like you, Leon."

Leon's body trembled as if being electrocuted. He suspected that he had heard it wrong, but the warm body in front of him hugged him, and the child he took in said calmly and peacefully, "I like you."

Mathilda knew nothing.I don't know where she and he will go.I don't know what their ending will be.She left the doctor, she came back here, she was about to walk the path she had chosen, but, all of a sudden, she was afraid.She didn't know what would be at the end of the road.She doesn't know what her own future will be...

Then she let go, took two steps back, raised her head to look at his face, her amber pupils were still so clear and bright, but tears rolled down in big drops, rolling down the arc of her cheeks, again It seems to be able to splash all the way to the heart.She looked at him, as if she was just staring at the void where there was nothing, staring hard like that, as if she wanted to use all her strength.

"Leon," she said, "life is like a movie, and I met you, and the movie started, and we kept walking, and the cameras went on and on, but I didn't know what was going to happen, I didn't know what we'd end up with. What will happen, don't even know, who will leave in the end... who will be left behind."

He stayed where he was, looking at her helplessly, then reached out hesitantly, trying to wipe the tears off her face.

She wept silently.

Beautiful, soft eyes, with a hollow, sad expression.With the charm and innocence of a young girl, there have been too many vicissitudes of aging.

Leon's hands were getting clumsier.Finally he gave up.

Mathilda laughed suddenly, quietly, with a hint of despair, raised her hand, and wiped her tears with her cuff.He paused on the spot for a long time, as if he was thinking about something blankly, and finally took a few steps back, turned around and locked himself in the room.

He stayed outside for a long, long time, and suddenly remembered what he was going to say.But he is too clumsy, too slow, he doesn't know how to express.

Hei, Mathilda, he said in his heart, maybe at the end of the movie, we are all left behind.