killer game

Mathilda felt her heart beating.The feeling of fullness in the chest is so strange, as if something is suddenly revived and is breaking out of the cocoon, that feeling is surprisingly strange.She really wanted to keep calm, but she couldn't stop the inexplicable joy in her heart-this even diluted her extreme anxiety early this morning.

Perhaps, the desire to be respected. Mathilda thought so.She subconsciously longs to be understood and cared for.

No matter how hard-hearted people are, they were once cubs.And small children are always trying to attract attention by crying, which is their only tool.When they are hungry, thirsty, painful, uncomfortable... But when no one pays attention, no one comes no matter how much they cry, again and again, they will know that this method does not work, so they will cry again. No matter what happens, they will never cry again.

There are weak corners in everyone's heart, and you subconsciously know it, or you don't know it.It was as if she had been standing in the same place, hoping for someone to give her a hand, or to walk side by side for a while, even if she was finally abandoned, at least, she was not alone... But the loneliness day after day After that, I still have to tell myself that nothing is important... How ridiculous this feeling looks when I think about it countless times in a long time.How ridiculous.

This is always the case with children, especially those raised in unusual circumstances.The development of character has just sprouted, but the direction is abruptly diverted by reality, impatient to mature, eager to end the status quo... innocence is just suppressed in the depths.Instead...it's not a bug.No one can be held responsible for it.

It was as if no one knew her better than her.

Mathilda suddenly stopped staring at the carton of milk she just picked up... Did she really think of herself as a 12-year-old girl?

This state of mind... Frowning, she felt a chill down her spine, and the cold air spread up from below her spine bit by bit, revealing a piercing shudder.

But the feeling of uneasiness was getting stronger and stronger, as if some empty hand stretched out from the shadows, grabbed her collar and ruthlessly pulled her in a certain direction——she turned her head suddenly.

Nothing at all.

What happened?She was a little anxious, but no matter how much she thought about it, she couldn't figure out what she was anxious about.

It seemed that she had been staring at the refrigerator for too long, but when she heard the voice of the grocery store owner over there, Mathilda came back to her senses, suppressed her uneasiness, clenched her fingers into fists, and finally let go, took another carton of milk, and went to pay the bill.

Holding a big bag, with one in her arm, she left the grocery store expressionlessly and walked towards the apartment building.She thought of the slightly dull face of the black man, but there was a tense and frightening atmosphere in the wind.

Something hung over her—she could feel it—a thick, invisible, fishy mist.

Those things are accumulating in some corner... ready to move.

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"What is death?"

"It means you can never see me again."

"I can't see you when I close my eyes."

"But you can't open it again."

"Will it hurt?"

"No, more often than not you don't feel it at all...and after that you never have to feel it."

"Sister, what if one day I am going to die?"

"...Remember not to look back."

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As soon as Mathilda reached the stairs, she smelled a strong smell of blood in the air.

Some kind of unclear premonition cleared the fog, and something in her mind was connected together at an extremely fast speed-in an instant, her heart fell into a deep valley.

The surprise faded away in just a second.The brain already knows what's going on.Her body trembled involuntarily, her teeth were trembling, and her nerves were tense as if they were about to break.Her hands were tightly clenched, the nails pierced the palm, and the blood slowly lingered along the arcs of the fingers and palm lines.Slowly, carefully, she turned the corner and walked on—but didn't stop.

The pores of the whole body tightened in an instant, and Mathilda trembled like a prey stared at by a hunter's gun—but this hunter is the god of death!She had been stared at by the god of death countless times before trying her best to survive!

So... what about this time?

"Benny, turn the kitchen upside down and find it!" A violent voice came from the room.

They have no taboo.Blatantly committing crimes.They are living executioners, covered in murderous looks, with blood on their hands.A strange man stood at the door of the house, holding a black gun in his right hand against his leggings. He had already noticed her, and his eyes were full of suspicion and hesitation.

She closed her eyes, followed the message from the air, and sketched in her mind the picture of the room covered in blood.The shattered furniture, the corpse in a pool of blood, the rampaging executioner... She felt that she had never been so calm and calm—but her brain could hardly function!

His lips trembled slightly, and then they were squeezed tightly.She opened her eyes, her indifferent pupils did not fluctuate at all.Her steps were steady and calm, without any pause, as if the tragedy that happened before her had nothing to do with her.

She knew she couldn't give away, or the man at the door would be more than happy to shoot her in the temple.

But she couldn't control herself - she could clearly feel the trembling in her bones, the blood was rushing and the desire to shoot... No, she couldn't do it - this was just a worthless death together!If one of them breaks here, even if she can escape, there will be absolutely no one alive on this floor—or the entire building!

She's too weak...she's too weak...this cowardice ends up ruining everything she's been trying to get used to! !

When she walked past the door of the house, she finally couldn't help it, and the eyes hidden in her hair took a look indiscriminately—it was Charley's figure lying on the ground with no blood or breath—she quickly retracted her gaze, and instantly Determined what to do - just walk to the end of the corridor step by step.

"Bloody Willy, look at what you have done!" A distraught voice came, "You killed a four-year-old child! Is it really necessary to do this?!"

She hides her face in her hair, shadowing a pair of eyes and eventually covering her entire face.

They were talking about Colin, and they didn't even let Colin go!No one - no one alive except her - Colin... no one alive! !

She tried to open her eyes wide, but she felt the moistness in her eye sockets.Her hands were trembling slightly hidden behind the bag, and the dull pain from her chest almost overwhelmed her.

Here she goes.She kept both bags in one hand and rang the bell with the other free.Ring the doorbell hard.

6D.The only room at the end of the corridor.

The strange gun-wielding man was staring at her, and he might give her another shot at any time.

—Death awaits her.

In a trance, she saw a man smiling palely.A big black umbrella, a dark military coat, high boots, black gloves... the devil is smiling at her.

Her family died, the family she hated died, her favorite Colin died... She didn't think about it, she didn't think about it at all... She didn't like them so much, but she never thought about it... But One day, they all died... The only world she had left collapsed... The blood links were finally broken... Why...

Why at this moment, the first thing she thought of was only relief! !

Hopelessly cowardly. Mathilda was sobbing silently at the door, and she rang the bell again, a little flustered.

Crying won't solve the problem at all.

But tears fell.