killer game

The door behind him opened.

An extremely strong smell of burning smoke came out, and the door was locked in the blink of an eye.The rest of the scent lingered in the air, only to be washed away by the sun for a moment.

The doctor took off his sloppy coat, threw it away, and sat down not far from her with his head down.His waist was hunched over, and his movements were slow—it was precisely because of his original height that such a posture looked extremely embarrassing.His hair and beard were so tangled up that they were almost a mess on his head, making it impossible to see his face clearly.The only thing that is clear is the pair of eyes, but now there is not even the original cloudy blue color left. The eyeballs are covered with bloodshot eyes, densely covered like spider webs, almost exuding a palpitating ferocity.

"You're terrible," Mathilda said softly.

"There is no worse time than yesterday." The doctor said after a moment of silence.

"……I'm very sorry."

The doctor shook his head, looked up at the sky, his face suddenly showed a tired and sad expression, and seemed to be indescribably contradictory. He opened his eyes wide, as if he wanted to take a serious look at a certain cloud in the sky , but he lowered his head and covered his face with his hands.

Even so, he no longer let out the beastly, heart-piercing suppressed cries of yesterday, only hopeless silence and terrible silence remained.

"Maybe tomorrow I will find your body in a trash can." After a long silence, the doctor suddenly said, his voice was hoarse and hoarse, like the sound of a piece of meat that was forcibly torn from the throat, "I was beaten It's crappy."

Mathilda is also very quiet, her quietness is almost integrated with the world, natural and quiet, the sun shines on her face, reflecting the soft and slightly cold lines, beautiful and peaceful.

"Then you can just turn your head away and say to yourself, aha, that's how it should be, this brat who has no self-knowledge."

The doctor looked at him with a calm gaze, and he didn't even leave half of his usual exploration and examination: "But I think you will succeed."

She paused and turned her head: "Then you should be more happy. You see, in that case, my revenge will be avenged, and yours will be avenged."

Maybe even the doctor himself didn't realize that the tone and tone he used was almost equal to adults like himself, with an attitude of equality and no contempt: "In your eyes, I must be so cowardly. A coward who can even let go of hatred."

Mathilda didn't even move her eyes: "You just missed it."

"miss?"

"The hatred grew in your heart, took root, sprouted, and grew seedlings, tormenting you day and night. You just missed the right opportunity to pull it out. Now, it has become a forest. It The power is too strong, powerful enough to ruin your life later on, and you are entangled in this hopeless revenge, you can only choose a life of numbness and despair in order to continue living."

The doctor said in a low voice: "And you tore my wound alive."

She didn't deny it at all: "Because I want to use you, I want that paralyzed and corroded heart to beat, to make it flow bright red blood again, I tear it open, and cut it again, the pain is enough to wake you up .”

"Should I thank you?"

She didn't answer.Like a real child, she put her hands in front of her body, crossed her hands to make various shapes, and then quietly looked at the shadows reflected on the ground, playing with herself.

After a long time, I heard that soft, slender and soft sound like a purring of a kitten basking in the sun, which faded away the maturity and coldness that did not match the age, and it was so beautiful that it was unbearable I couldn't stop crying: "I didn't want to save you, I just wanted to save myself. I'm still so young, I can't be ruined by this hatred. What you missed, I can't miss... And, I already have what I want something to guard."

Said the doctor, "A heavy bond like that makes you weak."

"But without it, I also lost the meaning of fighting against my enemies. Stan's strength lies in his inhumanity and disregard for life, but he is not a desperado, he controls the rules, he can base himself on the invincible Similarly, if you are a desperado, you will never be able to defeat him. From another level, weakness also gives you strength and gives you a reason to struggle desperately to live."

"Hatred is also power."

"But it kicks back too hard and it breaks you. It's too heavy and it crushes people's shoulders."

The doctor looked at her, his expression slightly slowed down: "This is what you are trying to convince me."

Mathilda looked up at the sky and smiled softly: "Doctor, do you know that I have spent so long avoiding it, I am like you, I think it is something that makes people weak and useless, but short In just a few months, I took it as a life-saving straw, the last... bargaining chip."

"Aren't you afraid of failure?"

"My will is still terrified of what is coming, but my heart is fearless."

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Leon sat alone in the living room.

The sunlight fell through the curtains, with some hazy golden red, and dust particles floated in the silent air, emitting a faint soft light.

He wiped his gun.Cold, cold, without any temperature, his partners.

One by one, they were disassembled, wiped, maintained, and then assembled again. The movements were very slow and careful, as if they were making the final parting.

You were always so sane and so cruel, Mathilda.

At last he closed the lid of the suitcase, stood up, and looked for a moment at his only friend on the windowsill.The Silver Queen stood there, quiet and warm, never forsaking him, never complaining about him... that was the only thing that belonged to him completely.

He pushed open the door of her room and stared blankly in the dark air.The room was still full of her smell, but it was so empty that it didn't even have any temperature.Both the furnishings and the decoration are too simple and clean, not mature enough to look like a child's bedroom.

The urn was placed beside the pillow at the head of the bed, covered with thick sky blue flannelette.He remembered the color, the innocent child who died had such a pair of warm and pure blue eyes.

He gently and almost carefully unwrapped the flannelette, and when he touched the edge of the wooden box, he felt a cool touch with his fingertips.It was spotless, and the edges had even been polished to a shiny finish.

After a long silence, he slowly picked up the box and saw a crumpled piece of paper pressed underneath.

It can be seen that because its owner flips through it from time to time, rather than kneading it vigorously when he is emotional, it is covered with so many folds, and it seems fragile to be scattered into flocs.

There are six names written on it.On the back is a line of address.

Room 26, Narcotics Squad Building, 4602 Federation Square.

You are a poison I cannot refuse, Mathilda.

I don't understand what you have been carefully trying to avoid, but the light has illuminated my dark world, and it makes the lonely power fade away from my heart and disappear.

It makes me not as fast as I used to be, Mathilda.

You thought the poison wouldn't erode my internal organs, but it's out of everyone's control, and there's no cure.

I won't live long, Mathilda.

The Silver Queen curled up the leaves sadly.

A figure elongated in the gap of light, and finally faded away.

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"I will help you," said the doctor.