killer game

They go back to the hotel.

Mathilda rushed into the room and started packing her things.She didn't have many important things, so she picked them out and sorted them out carefully, stuffed them into a box, and then took the box containing her brother over, carefully wrapped it in sky blue flannelette, and put it on her lap——her eyes fell on the box that was originally under the box. When he read the note, he paused slightly.

Leon didn't know where she had gone until he saw the slip of paper with the address of the Narcotics Division that she had put down randomly. He ran to kill Malky as a warning and revenge for her, but he got involved against his own principles because... he was worried her?

He is worried about her.She matters.

Yes, maybe when both of them don't know, there are some things that can't be let go.No matter how self-deceiving and escaping, it is hopelessly cowardly.Now that you have recognized your own heart and are afraid of being hurt or hurting others, do you want to shut out those most sincere feelings?

Mathilda's hand shuddered, and she clasped it firmly with the other hand as usual.Something sad haunted her thoughts, but she could only let her lips tremble, but couldn't take a step forward.Obviously...seeing such a beautiful...beautiful thing, but can only watch helplessly.I just watched.

This is her sin.She couldn't convince herself.She likes him so much.

Plug the urn in place.She carried the suitcase and looked around. Just packing up the luggage, she destroyed the originally neat and clean house into this appearance, but looking at the messy things, the almost neurotic cleanliness did not show up.

She turned and went to the living room.

Leon sat in the living room.Sitting alone.Still in the old position, there are two suitcases and violin cases on the table.

But he didn't look at them.He stared blankly at the floating dust particles illuminated by the sun falling on the ground, his eyes were big, and when he remained motionless quietly, he carried a childlike ignorance and innocence.

It seemed that a storm was coming, but he still stood there as motionless as a mountain, calmly waiting for the catastrophe.

Mathilda just glanced at it and felt indescribably sad.

"Listen, Leon, we have to get out of here right now," she said softly, as if she was afraid to startle something.

Leon turned to look at her.The movements were as slow as ever, the gaze was quiet, but there was emotion on her face that she didn't understand, and, clearly, weariness.

Her heart suddenly picked up.

"We're not safe anymore!" she emphasized.

"...I'll give it to you, it's causing trouble...isn't it?" He said slowly and hesitantly, with a tired voice in his voice.He knew exactly what he was talking about and what she was doing, even what she didn't want him to know.He is dull, but not stupid. He knows what a strong soul the child he brought home with his own hands has, but she is too stubborn, too stubborn.

Mathilda stood there, unable to say anything.

I don't know how long this silence lasted. Leon finally looked away and lowered his head slowly.

"Mathilda, you've grown up," he murmured as if convincing himself, "You've grown up..."

She has... grown... grown up?

Mathilda was stunned, clenched her trembling hands into fists, and pressed her lips firmly, still unable to stop the uncontrollable trembling.She wanted to ask, what does this mean, and if you don't want me anymore... But it was so sudden, when she remembered, she was the one who wanted to turn around and walk away first.

She obviously thought so!She didn't say anything to him, thinking that this would keep him away from this dispute—she even thought that she would never come back until she had finished her revenge!

But he found it!He killed Malky, one foot already in this swamp of vengeance!Just when she thought he was going to keep going forward alone like this, he appeared in front of her again!

That kind of warmth, that kind of warmth, as long as you touch it a little, you will be addicted like a poppy, and it is hard to give up... But now, he said, he wanted to back off.

He is very tired.

But this is obviously...isn't it what she wants?

"Le...on," Mathilda said with tears in her eyes, "come with me first, Leon, it's not safe here anymore, let's go, okay?"

He was bent over, sitting there, with a dull and dull face, silently facing the light and shadow on the ground from the light leaking in through the crack of the window, motionless, almost obstinate.

Mathilda put down the box in her hand and rushed over: "Leon, I don't want to lose you, Leon." She said, her voice was trying to keep calm, but she could still hear trembling, "I like you, I like you, Leon, this is My vendetta, I thought I could handle it, I'm sorry I didn't tell you...but, Leon, now we're all involved...we have to be together."

"Now, get out of here, get out of here. Kill Malky, it has been exposed... Stan has power in this city that you can't imagine, and he will find out here soon, leave first, and then I will have a good talk with you, okay? Good, Leon!"

Her hand covered his, which was so hot that it seemed to be burning. He retracted his hand like an electric shock, and finally raised his eyes to look at her.

Two pairs of water-colored eyes looked at each other with panic.The panic of being discarded.

Just because a person has been alone for too long, too long, so too strong, too strong.

Fate bound them together, she was his light that illuminated the darkness, so why wasn't he the warmth that melted her heart?But the world is too difficult, too difficult, facing such a cruel choice, desperately wanting to bear it alone, desperately wanting to give the other party what he thinks is the best... but forgetting that the other party also thinks the same way.

In the final analysis... It's just that she and him never said it, that wanting to be with him forever... the extravagant and pitiful wish.

"The city is so big, they won't find it here for a while." Leon spit out a sentence slowly.

Mathilda gritted her teeth: "But I don't believe Tony."

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They left the hotel and went to the small apartment that Mathilda had rented earlier.

With suitcase, violin, clothes box, silver queen.

She paid a year's rent, which is far from due.The room was still full of utensils, and it hadn't been cleaned for a while. She climbed to the bedroom to clean up the dust, and then took out the bed sheets and blankets that had never been used in the cabinet, and exposed them to the sun.

Leon remained silent.Silent on the road.It's still silent here.

Thinking is too slow, even if you see so many things that subvert cognition, you will not be surprised.

Mathilda poured him a glass of milk.

When both of them calmed down, they found that they didn't know how to speak at all.

"...You know it all, don't you Leon?"