Early in the morning, Matilda's house was lively.

Her sister is following the aerobics on the TV, trying to change her body shortcomings.

Matilda always wanted to watch cartoons, but her sister was not easy to talk to, threatening to tear her face if she dared to change the channel.

The 5-year-old brother got up on his own, hugged Matilda, and went to play with his toys, but his mother didn't care about him.

But the eccentric mother will care about the other person: "The one who has nothing to do all day long, only watches cartoons... Can you go out and buy something to eat and come back? ”

The stepmother really favored her own child, and poor Matilda had no problem at all.

As for her father, the two slaps he gave her yesterday still make her feel a little painful.

At the same time, after enjoying the breakfast of milk and bread in the quiet room, Yuan Pengfei relaxed his muscles and found a place to kill time in the coffee shop downstairs.

It wasn't until it was almost noon that he pinched a little upstairs, and happened to run into Matilda standing in the hallway. The little girl's situation was very tragic, half of her face was stained red with blood, and she was obviously subjected to domestic violence.

If nothing else, it is likely that he disturbed his parents' good deeds and was taught a lesson by his angry father.

Although this kind of behavior is very bearish, empathize with him, if he encounters it, he will have to be annoyed and angry, and teach this bear child a good lesson.

However, with different positions and different views, from his current point of view, Matilda's dead fat father is undoubtedly a hateful nest.

only dared to be angry with the child, and when he met those guys who wanted to die, he was like a turtle with a shrunken head, which was despicable.

He took out a handkerchief and handed it to little Lori: "Run faster in the future, wipe it." ”

Little Lori took the handkerchief and wiped the blood from her nose, looking at him with big eyes: "Is life always so hard, or is it just childhood?" ”

"It's always so hard."

Yuan Pengfei replied very honestly, this is not his idea alone, it is the idea of the vast majority of people, life has never been easy.

He raised his hand and looked at his watch, time was running out, "I have a suggestion, would you like to hear it?" ”

"You say." Matilda said.

"Those uninvited guests yesterday said they would come around noon, and they are definitely not good people. So I suggest you take your little brother downstairs to the café to hide. ”

Yuan Pengfei also gave a relatively reasonable excuse: "Children are not suitable for watching bloody and violent things, are they?" ”

At this moment, Matilda looked up at his serious eyes, and there seemed to be a warm current flowing through her heart.

No one has ever cared about her like this, it is common for her father to beat her, her stepmother is always sneering at her, her sister is always bullying her, and her younger brother is not sensible.

Counting carefully, her relatives are not as concerned about her as a stranger.

"Okay." Matilda happily asked, "I'm going to the store to buy something and bring you some milk." It's two cartons of two-quart milk, right? ”

"Thanks, nice little cake in the café, stay there a little longer!" Yuan Pengfei said.

The little girl listened to his thanks, as if she had eaten honey, and her mood was suddenly much happier.

She twirled and jumped like a butterfly on the railing, and ran happily towards the house, she couldn't wait to go to the store.

It's just that after she knocked on the door, she was still greeted at home with bad words.

"I'm done shopping, where's the thing?"

The stepmother tidied up her disheveled clothes and was very unhappy with Matilda's interruption. Her dead ghost husband is also softening too quickly today, which is why she is in a bad mood.

Matilda still hadn't learned to read words and looks, and said truthfully, "I want to take my brother with me." ”

"Are you so idle?" The stepmother pushed her out the door, "Go buy food, you idler." ”

The door was closed tightly, almost hitting Matilda's nose again, her face was full of grievances, but she had nowhere to confide in her, so she could only silently go downstairs to buy food.

In this home, she is superfluous.

She went downstairs, and six strange men walked up, and she recognized the leader of the man, Stan. It was this person who threatened yesterday.

Yuan Pengfei warned her in advance, but she didn't take it seriously, and she didn't think there would be any violent things.

She even had some fantasies in her heart: it would be nice if these guys could teach her father a hard lesson. Who made her father beat her all the time!

These people are very orderly, everyone has a controlled position and direction, and the entire corridor is immediately controlled by them.

Stan pulled out a small box from his pocket and shook it in his ear, inside which were several capsules. He took out one and bit it with his teeth, looked up at the ceiling, and held his old waist to make a unique pose.

At the moment when the capsule shattered, the refreshing sound was played by him, provoking one of his subordinates to follow him to look at the ceiling, thinking that he had found something amazing!

"I love the quiet moment before the storm, it reminds me of Beethoven."

"Do you hear that? It's like when you put your head on the grass, you can hear the grass growing, you can hear the insects crawling. ”

Stan's nerves were particularly sensitive at this moment, and his excitement came up, and there were a lot of inspirations and words in his head.

Walking to the door of Matilda's house, he asked his companion, "Do you like Beethoven?" ”

"It's hard to say."

"Then I'll play some for you."

His companion's answer didn't distract Stan as he snatched his shotgun from his companion's hand and fired it at the lock.

At this gunshot, the dead fat man who was drinking and suppressing the shock felt a stirring in his heart, knowing that something was wrong.

His eldest daughter, who didn't know anything yet, ran out of the room curiously, and happened to meet Stan.

"Daddy!"

She shouted, turned around and ran, not being killed in the first place.

Stan didn't care, his left hand swayed like a conductor, and he searched in rhythmically.

"Bump." Kicking open the bathroom door, the hostess of the house soaked in the bathtub full of foam, wearing headphones and still at a loss!

"Smack!"

A gunshot sounded, the foam scattered, and she never had to come out of the bath.

The killing continues.

Matilda's sister was chased by Stan and scurried around, but the only exit from the door was blocked by several of Stan's accomplices, so where could she run.

"Smack!"

This time her luck wasn't so good, as the shotgun hit her in the back, knocking her straight to the ground.

She can't do aerobics anymore, and she doesn't have to worry about her figure anymore.

Stan seemed pleased with the effect, and smashed it in the kitchen to the last room, dancing excitedly.