killer game

Mathilda fell asleep thinking about it.

She dreamed of a storm.She curled up next to the trash can, trying to hide herself, and hid in the small gap of the trash can against the wall, trying to keep herself warm.She was cold and hungry, and it rained for so long that it almost exhausted all her patience for life.

Then she heard the crisp "bang, bang, bang" of the heels on the ground from the other end of the street.The sound could not be heard clearly amidst the noise of the heavy rain pouring down.But stepping on the tip of her heart one after another, her soul trembled.

Footsteps sound from far and near.

The man was walking alone on the empty and dead long street.In the middle of the night, there was heavy rain, and a thick layer of water vapor spread on the ground.He was holding a big black umbrella, a dark military coat, high boots, and black gloves, as elegant and elegant as a gentleman who just walked out of a banquet hall.It was an aristocratic pale face, with handsome features but a trace of melancholy and a coldness that repulsed people thousands of miles away, even if he always smiled, he couldn't hide this temperament.

The footsteps stopped in front of her.

She raised her head tremblingly, and the light almost blinded her eyes.But she could tell at a glance that there was no smile in those eyes at all.

That paleness reveals ferocity and coldness.

That's the devil.

Mathilda kept shaking.I couldn't wake up from the nightmare, and the vigorous struggle made the fragile bed board rattle.She gritted her teeth tightly, but her teeth were chattering, and she trembled to the point of convulsions all over her body.

At the end of the dream, the devil twisted his face and turned into a Transformer.

The sun disappeared from the sky and it was finally dark.

Mathilda burst into tears in her sleep.

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She is learning to bunny hop.

Holding his ears with both hands, lowering his head, he jumped forward one by one along the tiles on the street in front of the apartment building.

Colin squatted not far away, propped his chin with his hands, and looked at her motionlessly, so well-behaved that it made people feel distressed.

When she is in a bad mood, she eats sweets.When she was in a bad mood, she would go out and get money for sweets.When her mood was on the verge of collapse, she could only choose to hypnotize herself.Although this feeling of being out of control is not good, she is more afraid that the nerve compression is too severe and she will drive herself to death.

The girl's immature and silent face carried a kind of indescribable melancholy, her tightly pressed lips showed a cold rejection, her expression was very serious, she was immersed in her own world and kept repeating such back and forth movements.It seems that because she is too young, the slightly morbid paleness and the dead void in her pupils can arouse people's pity. Looking at her feels more like the innocent who is scolded by her parents after doing something wrong but refuses to admit it. measures.

She dances and forgets the nightmares she has done, the puzzling questions she has dreamed.The world is a net, and she is a struggling white butterfly in the net.The wings are bound, unable to turn back, unable to escape.And those simple repetitive voices will always easily occupy people's ears. No matter how noisy the environment is, she listens carefully, and then the feeling of choking in her chest and nowhere to escape will gradually disappear.

Mathilda straightened up, patted her younger brother's head, turned around and continued pinching her ears, and jumped forward with her feet together.

She stopped.

A pair of big feet appeared in the field of vision.The black leather shoes are a bit shabby, and the style is very old.She slowly raised her eyes and looked up at the tall man.

She stared at the man.

Black beard, sunglasses, expressionless, taciturn.He was wearing a round wool hat on his head, and he was carrying a heavy black leather suitcase in his hand. Even in such hot weather, he was still wearing a thick coat, so he didn't seem to feel any heat.The coat didn't fit very well, and his whole body was covered with a thick and lifeless atmosphere, as if he was still living in the last century, and he didn't have the slightest smell of this era.

Mathilda knew him.He lived in the innermost apartment on this floor.It's been less than half a year since we moved here.He always goes out or comes back at a fixed time.She was sitting at the foot of the stairs, quietly watching the people going up and down.She observes them, thinks about them, looks at everything the eye can catch like an outsider.Then she always sees this black figure.

She has always been curious about this man.Because he is too mysterious.She couldn't know his work, his family, his hobbies, or everything else about him—it seemed that all he could give people was the sunglasses, coats, and suitcases that came and went in a hurry.With a kind of outsider and official atmosphere similar to her but far more decisive than her, it seems that what he is looking at is everything that has nothing to do with him, hidden in the crowd, and seems to have no sense of existence.She always noticed him.

Sometimes Mathilda would say hello to him if she wasn't in a bad mood.Then he would stop, turn and greet her back.His movements are as stiff and slow as a rusty clock turning, his voice is always low and muffled, his words are always only a few words, it seems that he has to decide which one to use before speaking A few words.

She would say "hi" and he would stop and say "hi".Then he walks away and she continues to watch the world.

Now she stops.She looked up at him, tilted her head, and said hello softly: "hi."

"Hi." He nodded in a very small way, paused, did not wait for another word, then turned and entered the apartment.

She continued to pinch her ears and bunny hopped.

Other than that, there is no intersection.

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Mathilda taught Colin how to read.She is not a good teacher, but my younger brother is very smart, and he can remember everything after teaching it once.This child is always so well-behaved. Sometimes he feels as quiet as a little girl, with a delicate face and immature expression. He hardly likes anything. The most common thing he does is follow her.

He talked with her, stared blankly, and watched cartoons.He knew when she was in a bad mood, and he would hold her motionless.When she locked herself in the room, he would quietly find his own things to do, and no one noticed him, so he would squat at the door of her room for a while, and then find a corner to hide himself.She silently observes everything around her, and he will quietly watch her beside her.

As clean as white paper.She always thinks this way, a little ironic, such a healthy and pure child can be born in such a deformed family, it even makes people reluctant to be black.

Beautiful things always make people have an urge to destroy, but some things bloom quietly in the eyes of human beings. They are obviously amazed, but they also know that even if they stretch out their hands, they will not be able to keep them.

While Mathilda was drinking hot tea, she heard the faint sound of gunshots coming from the window.Dull, blunt, like something hitting a wooden stake, vaguely like a hallucination.

In this world, people are born every day, and people die every day.

Everyone's life is burning with all kinds of colors, and then at a certain moment, it suddenly goes out.

She closed her eyes and thought quietly.

She smiled softly.