Matilda

The bullet tore through the brain like a gust of wind, and then returned to calm after the loud noise. The military emblem flashing on his chest seemed to have lost its life under the setting sun. "Sir, will you be forever loyal to the Confederacy?" "Yes, I will always be loyal to the Federation." Blood, young. The flowing blood and surging power dyed the dark green military uniform into a deep tone. It was like the feather fans of the pretty girls at the ball. She screamed at the woman's thick, silky perfume. The voice is sad and beautiful, like a nightingale in a cage, belonging to only one person, his warbler. Matilda's Warbler. The tailoring is exquisite and unique, it is the color of the night, with the psychedelic sound of the starry sky. "Miss, this is a very beautiful skirt." Matilda praised. Seemingly casually, he picked up the black umbrella and looked at it carefully: "Miss, I don't know your name yet?" The warbler shook her head fiercely, her expression panicked and full of rosy fear. Ying is a beauty, for sure. But she's not a fool. "I don't think you want to know." This is not a romance, hahahaha, although the introduction is very misleading... I wrote the first few chapters in random order, I will change them when I have time, and then I will post the rest of the manuscript. There is no cp in this article! ! ! Serious detective story! The protagonist's views are extremely incorrect, so be careful before entering.