Paine's game

"Is anyone here?"

Paine knocked gently on the shaky and broken wooden door - he suspected that the door would break if he applied even a little force.

There was a rustling sound from inside the house, and the sound of heavy footsteps could be heard.

"Who is it?" A timid little girl's voice came from inside. How could a little girl's footsteps be so heavy? Paine had some doubts in his heart, but he continued to answer.

"We are here to buy Fantasy Matches, and we are looking for Scar Jonathon."

"Dad is out drinking right now. He won't be back until evening."

The timid little girl's voice replied.

Paine exchanged glances with the short-haired girl - that damn short fat Charlotte finally made them get 1,000 boxes of the purest fantasy matches before night.

"So where can we find him? Because we're in desperate need of a batch of fantasy matches right now."

Paine tried to soften his voice.

"I don't know either. Dad never told me where he drank, and he never allowed me to go out to look for him during the day."

The little girl inside the door said, "You can come back in the evening."

"Wait a minute, little sister." Paine said, "We just want to buy some fantasy matches. If you have them at home, then we don't have to go to your father. After all, our time is limited, Copenhagen is so big, we

It will take a long time to find it.”

"Do you just want to buy matches? Well, you guys come in first."

The door creaked open, and a well-behaved little girl appeared timidly behind the door. Her long golden hair was curled and draped over her shoulders. She looked very beautiful. Her clothes were ragged and patched.

Wearing an old apron that didn't fit well, she curiously blinked her blue eyes at Paine and the short-haired girl, her long eyelashes trembling.

"What a beautiful little girl!"

The short-haired girl rushed towards the little girl with gleaming eyes, but she missed the target. The little girl timidly hid next to Paine and grabbed the corner of his clothes.

"You scared her."

Paine glared at the woman dissatisfied.

"Sorry, I couldn't help myself at the moment."

"Little sister, my companion is a bit confused. He will act like this when he sees a cute little girl. In fact, she doesn't mean any harm."

Pan ignored the short-haired girl's increasingly stiff expression and said, "Can we go in and sit down first? We also brought some food. Are you willing to share the breakfast with us?"

Paine took out a piece of hard black buckwheat bread from his pocket - this was what that damn short fat Charlotte gave to him and the short-haired girl. The short-haired girl ate her portion in three bites after she got it.

Paine took a bite and almost spat it out. He wanted to throw it away, but in the end he stuffed it into his pocket by some strange coincidence.

This piece of black buckwheat bread that was almost thrown away by Paine now plays a huge role - the little girl just swallowed her saliva and stared at the piece of black buckwheat bread in his hand without saying a word, but her eager eyes meant that

Even a blind man can see it.

"Then let's go in." Paine held the little girl's right hand that was holding the hem of his clothes. It felt cold and rough, not like a little girl's hand of this age.

The little girl nodded, broke away from Pain's hand, and strode towards the house, making the sound of slippers clicking.

Only then did Paine notice that she was wearing a pair of extremely large slippers. Because they didn't fit her feet very well, the little girl's walking posture was a bit strange and her footsteps made a very heavy sound.

The furnishings in the house were very simple, and it looked like there were only two or three rooms. The little girl took them into a very small room - there was not even a bed in the room, and there was a thick layer of mats in the center of the room.

Straw, a tattered quilt curled up on the straw.

"This is my room." The little girl said, "There is nothing at home, so I can entertain you."

"It's okay, little sister." Pan pushed the piece of black buckwheat bread that she had been craving for a long time into her hand, "You probably haven't eaten yet, so I'll give this to you."

The little girl did not immediately take the black buckwheat bread from Paine's hand, but raised her head and looked at him seriously.

"Huh? Is there something wrong?" Paine was looked at by the little girl and looked a little confused.

The next second, the little girl almost grabbed the black buckwheat bread, and Paine felt that the bread disappeared with a flick of his hand.

The little girl devoured the food in big mouthfuls. Her greedy look made Paine feel like she was like a wild wolf that had been hungry for three days.

"Woooooo!" The little girl choked, her little face turned red. At this time, she had stuffed the whole piece of black buckwheat bread into her mouth. Pan helplessly patted the little girl's back to let her go.

Can take a breather.

"Cough cough cough." The little girl finally coughed out, "Thank you, sir, cough cough cough."

"Little sister, how long has it been since you last eaten?" Paine asked.

"I haven't eaten in five days." The little girl scratched the tips of her golden hair in embarrassment, "Recently I haven't been able to sell matches, and my father hasn't brought back any food."

"Then how did you survive?" Paine knew that people might not die even if they don't eat for more than ten days, but the little girl in front of him was just growing up. She didn't eat for five days and still had the strength to get up and open the door for them. It was incredible.

It's an incredible thing.

"When you feel hungry, just strike a match." The little girl lowered her head, her hair blocking her face.

Only then did Paine notice that there were some burned matchsticks scattered around. Some of them had fallen into the straw, so Paine had not noticed them before.

"Is this a fantasy match?" Before Paine could say anything, the short-haired girl asked the little girl, and she picked up a match stem on the ground.

"Yeah." The little girl nodded.

"So you actually have a lot of fantasy matches?" The short-haired girl crushed the match stems in her hand, with a hint of joy in her voice.

The little girl opened up the thick layer of straw in the center of the room and took out a cloth bag. After opening it, it was filled with matches. The matches were all in bulk, and the match heads were light yellow in color and exuded a slightly pungent smell.

"These are ordinary fantasy matches, not very pure."

"Well, little sister, it's like this." Paine took the little girl's hand, "We are from abroad, and there is no such thing as fantasy matches there. Can you tell us what exactly these fantasy matches are?

What's the use? Can you stop being hungry just by swiping one?"

The little girl's eyes flashed with surprise, but for the sake of the piece of black buckwheat bread just now, the little girl ignored the short-haired girl who was picking out matches in the bag and answered Paine's question.

"Fantasy matches are matches that can satisfy the fantasies in your heart." The little girl said, "Just take out a match and rub it on the wall. When the fire lights up, your wish will be fulfilled, but if the match burns out

After doing everything, everything will return to its original state. I was just hungry, so after I deceived my stomach, I drank some water and it went away."