killer game

Mathilda was always in a bad mood when she woke up in the morning.

Charley began to lose her temper early in the morning, and she was honored as cannon fodder for going to bed early and getting up early to go to the bathroom.For accidentally spilling water on the floor, he received a "little beast" and a hard punch.

face.orbital edge.

Charley slammed the door and went back to the room, cursing.It is mentioned in the speech that some difficult people will come today.

Mathilda stood in front of the mirror, staring blankly at her own face.

It took a long time to relax, the clenched fist opened, and the fingers, which were clearly nailless, still poked four crescent-shaped wounds in the palm, and blood flowed down.Her pupils were as silent as death.

He opened the door and walked slowly back to his room.The room was clean, everything was neatly placed where it should be in the small space.She lifted the quilt and refolded it meticulously, making sure that there were no folds or corners, and then she wiped the floor, tables, chairs, and cabinets almost nervously over and over again...

Finally she sat on the edge of the bed in a daze.She felt completely calmed down.

She takes off her pajamas.Change into other clothes.

Mathilda sat up on the bed and began to think.She felt a little uneasy.

This intuition has pulled her back from life and death many times, but it is very vague, very vague.She had no idea what feeling it was referring to—or when it would work.

She hugged her arms tightly and her thoughts raced, which made her feel a little more at ease.

She quietly listened to the movement outside. Margie went to work, Catherine was doing aerobics as usual, and Charley was milling around the house like a headless fly.Even the sound of cars honking in the distance, the sound of talking, the sound of wind chimes... She counted her fingers one by one, as if she suddenly found that there were more or less of them.

Sometimes she always felt that the chest was empty, although she clearly knew what kind of a stiff heart it contained.

She opened the window, the narrow window, with a slightly hot wind gushing in, she frowned and pulled it tightly again.He looked around blankly, then rummaged through boxes and cabinets to find the cigarettes that he didn't know where to stuff them.

She walked out of the house, back down the corridor, and jumped onto the handrail by the stairs.It was very high, and if she fell, she would be crushed to pieces, but she looked down at the open space in the middle of the spiral staircase, and she felt that her restless heart was a little calmer.

The untouchable temperature in the air is like the desolation that disappears in the blink of an eye when the smoke disperses. She stares blankly, her eyes are melancholy and silent, with a maturity that almost ignores fate after experiencing too much.Someone once told her that the existence of fate and suffering is for people to learn to accept fate.Like a dove of peace flying past the square, it finally died near the hollow eyes of the sculpture where the sapphires were dug out. In that endless blood-soaked world, she tried her best to learn, but sorry, she always failed to learn. meeting.

Mathilda was in a bad mood, the bruise on her face was aching, and her body felt restless and frightened.

—but she didn't even know where the fear came from.

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The so-called honored guest arrived today.

That's two people.

One of them she knew.His name is Malky, and he is a police officer of the anti-narcotics team. Because he always goes in and out of this area, he will remember it if he doesn't want to.The other, in a light-colored suit, was exceptionally clean and tidy, from head to toe.From the way he was dressed and walked, she could tell that this man had a serious cleanliness fetish, and was extremely self-confident and arrogant.

He has neatly combed pale yellow curly hair, blue eyes, handsome appearance, and a smile on his face, but it gave Mathilda a creepy feeling—she couldn't tell what was scary about this man, but when he looked at him When unconsciously swept across the body, that look is really... so scary.There is no concealment of the indifference to everything, and the almost blatant... neuroticism.

With earphones plugged into his ears, he bobbed his head intoxicatedly to the music from time to time.

They went up the stairs and saw her.

She looks at them too.

The horrible man stopped and looked at her with interest.He looked into her eyes with such delight that it felt like he wanted to gouge them out. Malky glanced at her, and then saw that his companion was not going to move any further, and suddenly had a headache, and finally had to remind: "Stan?"

His name is Stan.

Malky raised his voice: "Stan!"

The man finally looked up, smiled nervously, took his eyes off her face, and continued walking.

The two entered her home.

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There were familiar footsteps coming from downstairs, she lowered her eyelids, and saw the black figure again.

She looked down at him.

Such a height can't bring her even the slightest sense of superiority.Whenever she looked at him, she always felt that she was as humble as dust, cowardly and dirty.No matter how high she stood, she was always looking up, just like no matter how low he stood, he always looked down coldly.She was struggling in the net, but he could watch quietly outside.

It's not fair, she thought.But why?He and she are not from the same world at all...

He came up silently and slowly.Still black clothes, sunglasses, and suitcases.She was sitting on the armrest in a dangerous posture, her pupils were covered by her long eyelashes, the cigarette was held between her fingers, and the thin smoke rose and rolled up and dissipated in the air.

He was vicissitudes of life and dead, and he had an aura that isolated everything.She is immature and quiet, and there is always a maturity that does not match her age hidden in her eyes.

Mathilda watched him pass behind her, and she said hello, "Hi."

She raised her head, and sure enough, she saw the man stop and turn around to look at her.He said: "Hi."

She stopped making a sound, opened her eyes, and looked at a certain point in the void calmly, almost deadly, staring at it obsessively, as if fascinated.The cigarette turns into ash bit by bit, and then the ash falls down bit by bit.

She shivered suddenly, put her hands down suddenly, and grabbed the armrest tightly.She turned her head.He's still there.

He looked at her - without expression - but he looked at her!

So she looked at him the same way.

"It's going to fall," he said.

Mathilda's finger bones turned white, she pursed her lips and said, "I don't want to die."

——He knew that at that moment she really wanted to jump off!he knows!She gritted her teeth hard, resisting the urge to tremble.

"Kids don't smoke," he said again.

She looked down at the half-twisted cigarette between her fingers, which was burning with a pungent tobacco smell.Then she dropped it down the stairs.

"it's gone now."

He looks at her.As she looked up at him, the hair that covered her cheek had fallen, revealing a deep red scar on her right cheekbone.There are always various scars on her body.It should hurt.But she never showed any superfluous expressions.The only vulnerability seemed to be when she was silently staring at a certain point.

He doesn't need to ask, the question doesn't make sense at all.They looked at each other for a while, paused, said nothing, turned and walked towards the end of the corridor.

That door is marked 6D.

She looked there silently, then lowered her eyelids.She took out a lollipop from her pocket, tore off the wrapper, and put it in her mouth.

Chew it bite by bite.