killer game

"Find someone and shoot, such simple steps," the doctor held the thin, crumpled piece of paper, as if he was holding something extremely powerful, but his words were understated and even a little contemptuous, "Like a child playing house?"

"Killing also requires skill. Of course, you can also think that I'm playing house, and you go to fight." Mathilda's expression is very serious, "So I leave the most important one to you."

"Deadly Satan," said the doctor, biting his cigarette holder with exaggerated flattery, "you really think highly of me."

"It's Stan. Not Satan. He's a man, not a god." Mathilda said blankly, "It's better to find the right target for revenge. He killed your sister, I want to avenge my brother, Bloody Willy, he's me target, the others are incidental."

"But you won't let any of them go." The doctor's eyes are still decadent and dead silent, but the feeling of smiling is not as cold and yin-yang as before. After the knot is untied, it brings people an inexplicable warmth, "This It's ridiculous to have a face with the name 'Desperado', is it normal for a little girl to stay in school obediently, if she can't avenge her, then she will lose her life like me?"

Mathilda put on the safety catch and glanced coldly: "Stop preaching to me meaninglessly, loser. I cherish my life very much, so I want to survive, kill people, and live better!"

The doctor laughed, "I'm looking forward to it," he said, reaching out to touch her head, but she was mercilessly knocked off again.

There is no way to achieve the goal except to take revenge by hand.They are too long and too complicated, and now she just wants to hold the gun, and then send them to hell with her own hands, feel the feeling of life disappearing from her hands, and then the movie will come to an end, the game of fate will come to an end At the end, her future, which cannot be revealed in the ending song, is about to be truly in her own hands—this is her life, completely, and only her compensation.

The doctor watched as the little girl turned away.He leaned on the door panel, feeling the boiling blood that was suppressed deeply in his chest, they opened their teeth and claws so frantically and recklessly, as strong and trembling as if they were about to break through his chest.

The short and slender figure of the girl casts a scorching illusion in the sunlight, as if gathering all the light sources, every step is like stepping on the heart of a person, so blazing and heavy.

In the distant clouds, the god of death stepped on the dance of death.

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Room 4602 of the Narcotics Building.

Willy walked in, put the package in his hand on the table, sat down, and took out a cigarette and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Hey buddy, where's the package?"

Lynn asked suspiciously, while squinting her eyes and stretching out her hand, she reached for the box-shaped package and looked at it curiously.His feet are on the table, his posture is extremely idle, his slightly bald forehead is shiny, and his long eyes always seem to be in meditation anytime and anywhere. It seems that a suspicious personality can be seen from the combination of facial features.

"The list and information sent by the branch," Willy said vaguely, biting his cigarette holder, "what Stan wants."

At this moment, the phone rang, and Willy yelled again, "Benny, answer the phone!"

The big bald man huddled in the corner of the room raised his head from a half-asleep state, stretched out his hand and pulled the phone that was ringing crazily beside him, and picked up the receiver: "Hello? Anti-narcotics team."

A vague voice came out through the receiver, and the two people next to him couldn't hear it clearly, so they didn't care much, but they saw Benny standing up suddenly: "What did you say?!"

The trembling voice in the panic attracted the attention of both of them. The hand of the sturdy man holding the microphone was trembling, and his face became uglier as he heard it. When he hung up the phone, he was as pale as paper: "Okay!" Yes, yes, I see, I will pass on."

Lynn and Willy suddenly had a bad feeling: "What's going on?"

"Kent was killed."

The two people on the side looked at each other, Lynn frowned: "What's going on?"

Benny swallowed: "It was on that old bitch's bed! But it wasn't the woman who moved her hands, he was the only one in the room at the time." He shuddered again, "The doctor said that his tongue was cut off Picking off tendons and hamstrings, watching myself bleed to death, and finally stabbing a knife into my chest, my whole heart was almost torn out!"

"Who did it?!"

"I don't know! Only a red sticky note was left at the scene. It looked like a nursery rhyme, but it had our names written on it!"

Willy, Lynn, Benny, Kent, Malky,

Together they went to find a bird's nest;

They found a nest with six eggs in it,

They took one and kept five.

The three looked at each other, and Lynn spoke first: "Benny...you go to Stan and tell him about this."

Benny nodded, took a gun and put it in the holster, turned around and went out, his hands were still shaking.

"Vendetta?" Lynn frowned, "Who did Kent mess with? And what does that note mean?"

"Let's talk about it when Stan comes back."

The two looked at each other and sat down undecided.

Lynn's gaze returned to the package in her hand.

Subconsciously took it to my ear and shook it, and heard the sound of a stack of thick paper rubbing against the box, and there seemed to be the sound of liquid flowing, which was quite strange. I buckled it with my fingers, but the sound was dull. I looked up, down, left, and right. See: "The address is fine, and the seal is intact, but I don't recall anything other than the document."

Lynn babbled while tearing off the seal and tape.I don't know how those people sealed it. The tape is so tightly stuck to each other that they can't be pulled apart: "Dude, throw the knife at hand."

Willy stretched out his hand lazily, and threw the knife away without looking back.

Lynn swiped the knife, and the sharp blade pierced straight in. The next moment, he stood up suddenly with a terrified face - the chair fell to the ground with a bang, and his face was blood spattered with the knife, and his expression was extremely horrifying.

Willy looked back when he heard the sound behind him, and then he also jumped up quickly: "What's wrong?!"

"It's not mine." Lynn threw the package on the table with a cold face, grabbed the shell with both hands and tore it violently, scarlet blood splashed out all over the table, he reached out and picked up a sticky and thick bag dripping in the blood Oil paper, touched it, it is not slippery, "Double layer, attached to the mucous membrane, the special mucous membrane can keep the freshness of the blood without coagulation."

He raised his hand and threw the greased paper in front of the other person.

With a serious expression, Willy stained some blood with his finger, licked it with his tongue, and his expression changed instantly: "It's human blood!"

The faces of the two of them instantly turned pale as paper.

After a long time, Lynn trembled and said, "K...Kent...was tortured...this blood..."