killer game

Charley's in trouble.

As an informant of the police anti-narcotics team, he secretly hid white powder, and refused to admit it if he failed to hand it over within the stipulated time.She didn't even know that her father could still play this kind of trick.

In fact, when the [-]% pure white powder was handed over to the custodian, when it was brought back, it was [-]/[-]th less. Everyone knows what the trick is. What is annoying is that the person concerned refuses to admit it. Who can bear this ?He was approached by people over and over again, but it was too late to regret it at this time, so he could only continue to procrastinate.

Purely self-inflicted.

She was in a daze quietly, staring at the void with her faint eyes almost ashamed.When recalling the past, the brain was cramped with intermittent fragments and blurred images, as if the throbbing pain caused by nervous spasms in the stomach was obviously the stomach disease caused by not being able to get food for two or three days at that time. A healthy and safe stomach in this world is the same as the root cause of the disease.

neurotic.When she subconsciously thought her stomach was convulsing, it really started to hurt.

Hearing the arguing voices coming from the door of the house, she suddenly felt that it was as if she had been in a trance.

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He got slapped and went back to the house.

Creepy neurotic men and utterly impatient narcotics officers stride downstairs.Giving Charley one last day to deal with it.The man who was still submissive just now could only find his confidence in her, and slap him casually - but he thought he was her old man, and he just beat and beat him as he wanted.

The difficult guest had already left, and with her hot cheeks on her face, she cleaned up the living room expressionlessly.She really doesn't have masochistic tendencies... It's just that many things don't matter.If it is said that they can make the whole clean and tidy house into an angry mess in an instant, this family can be regarded as capable.

Seriously lacking in sugar.Halfway through packing, he went back to his room and locked himself up.

Mathilda slowly peeled off the candy wrappers, but the eyes of the man named Stan always appeared in her mind.Such terrifying eyes—the pupils are as blue as water, obviously without the slightest aggression, but it reminds her of the tragic picture stained by the blood and fire of hell, and it is not as clear as its appearance shows. , but mixed with corpse-like cruelty and ferocity.

It reminded her of the devil.

That elegant, powerful, yet ruthless and cruel man.As much as she hated him, she hated herself as much. She watched the man play away all her humanity like a game with his own hands. This hatred once haunted her and forced her to dig out her chest and take out her heart in despair. ...His eyes were also terrifying, but they were melancholy and pale to the point of indifference, as if everything in the world was nothing to him at all... It was her nightmare that had been going on for more than ten years.

Death is not the most painful thing, the painful thing is that in your desperate struggle, you will gradually wear away the will to survive that was once impregnable.

She licked the cream slowly, thinking of those azure blue pupils, her eyelids were slightly closed, and there was a chill for no reason.Physical strength is always generally inferior to mental strength.But what is more stubborn than strong will is neurotic and perverted!If you really want to meet such a person, even the former her is not enough.

Mathilda recalled what happened in the corridor a few hours ago, and she had to say that she was indeed a little gloating.

Aha, look, he got into trouble--and not just any trouble.Thinking of this, she quickly finished the cake and pulled out another box of candies.

She has been testing where her bottom line is now.Blood ties are a bondage.she thinks.This is the most ridiculous bond, but also the strongest bond.In just these few years, she has been completely ground into another person, and she can't even imagine losing it and being displaced again.

She was too young, too young, and she knew it.Even in her previous life, she only lived to be 26 years old.And she has so little... she's not normal!She knows what she lacks!No one ever taught her how to be a normal, ordinary child, no one taught her what is the generally accepted outlook on life and values, no one ever told her what she could do and what she couldn't do... She had always been I can only grope slowly and incompletely according to my own understanding.And then, in the end, as she understood it, it was ingrained.

This world is not for her.In other words, the order in many senses violates the norms she agrees with.At that time, she voluntarily merged into the darkness. After so many years of soaking in a corner isolated from the light, even if she changed her face, she still exuded the indifference and rancidity of darkness in her bones.The temperament and appearance of a child will cover them up, but she also knows that they are still stirring in her blood.

She felt that she was waiting for an opportunity—an opportunity that would allow her to make a choice, to decide what to give up and what to cling to.

Although she doesn't see through it now, she has to make a choice.

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She can't sleep.

The darkness brought her a sense of security, but after avoiding the day, she suddenly felt that she was at a loss in the darkness.

It seems that the senses are more acute, but the thoughts are heavy in the head, unable to spread out.She felt her stomach writhing in pain, revealing an indigestible message, it was stuffed with something so sweet and greasy, even the blood that flowed was full of sugar.

She curled up, reviewing all the things recorded in the cerebral cortex bit by bit.

And finally tired.

When she was in a daze, a figure appeared in her mind.sunglasses.coat.suitcase.His age seemed to be the sum of the two of hers.So there was the peace and silence she was familiar with on his face.So familiar, like she'd seen it on her own face before.

He walked alone and was taciturn, but behind those eyes, why was there a light that could almost be called kindness and innocence?Will not the long years and the wind and sand annihilate them?

He was standing not far away, but his entire face was hidden in the shadows.He is watching her.With a quiet, searching and regretful look.She doesn't understand.

——That was a strange man.

Before her consciousness sank into endless darkness, she thought again.

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Day came again uncontrollably.The Sun Also Rises.

Mathilda sat at the table in the living room, staring idly ahead.She hasn't woken up yet, her brain is cloudy, she seems to have dreamed something that made her feel uncomfortable last night, but she can't remember it.The only trace left was a blanket of cold sweat.

"One, two, inhale, exhale...take a deep breath..." the woman doing aerobics on the TV shouted.

She stared at Catherine's plump buttocks swinging up and down, her face expressionless.

Then she finally remembered why she was here.

——It's time for the animation show.But the current situation is...?

His brain was running sluggishly, and he saw Colin walking out in a daze with half-opened eyes, standing in front of her and looking up at her.She opened her arms, and her brother exchanged a hug with her.

"Good morning," she said. "Did you sleep well?"

Colin nodded, rubbing his head into her arms.

She felt that a corner of her heart suddenly softened.