Terra Hotline, crime simulator

Terra Hotline, Crime Simulator by: Yellow Tentacles

Summary:

The murderer of Syracuse, the Jacket Man who fights violence with violence, the companion of Justice Lavinia.

The arch-enemy of Grand Duke Victoria, a professional and leader of the payday gang, and the lover of Count White Wolf's daughter Horn.

The criminal with the highest reward from the Federation of Commerce, Casimir's last watchman, and the guide to the arrival of the Glory Knight.

The ogre in the snowfields of Ursus, the amiable teacher of the Little Bears, and the nightmare of the Integrated Movement.

The evil spirit of the Tower of Babel, the butcher and tyrant of Cazdale, established the Furry Ranch, and the blood on their hands stained a period of history.

Columbia's Sword of Damocles broke the star pod with his body, demolished the Ten Thousand Stars Garden under his jurisdiction with his own hands, and cut off her dream of the starry sky.

The culprit of the Ten Plagues of Lateran, a professional exorcist and an amateur master of black magic, Arturo's questioner.

The ghost pirate captain of Iberia, the person most admired by first mate Elini, and the old enemy of the deep sea hunter Ghost Shark.

and the last of the firstborns.

........

In fact, they are all the same person.

Volume: Line of Fire Syracuse

Chapter 1 Mr. Crowbar

Late at night, in a coffee shop on Volsini New Town Street, Mikey looked at the fragrant frothy ice coffee in his hand and asked doubtfully:

"Boss, your coffee doesn't have much foam at all. I remember that the cup you gave to the last customer just now had a lot of foam in it. It should be greater than the thirty foam in my cup."

"Sir, you can choose not to drink. Also, the shop will be closing soon. Please leave here immediately."

Boss Luper frowned and said, the young man in front of him looked like he was looking for trouble. He had been staring at this cup of coffee for ten minutes, until all the other customers in the store had left.

There is no other reason than simply counting how many bubbles there are on the surface of the coffee.

"Oh my god, I'm a customer! How do you say that the customer is God? In your eyes, is God just a decoration used to be nailed to the cross?"

Mikey threw the coffee to the ground and said excitedly:

"Why did the last customer's coffee have more foam than me! Is it because he is from the Saluzzo family? Those conservative old antiques also named this moral character 'never bet lightly'..." .”

Before he finished speaking, the boss took out a crossbow from under the counter and pointed it at him:

"If you have a better attitude, I can change you to a cup of coffee with more bubbles, but you can't say something nonsense, otherwise there may be an unknown body on the streets of Volsini the next morning."

"I have my own name! My name is Mikey, and I don't plan to die on the street. I want to die in the arms of the Beast Ear Girl. Ah, what a heroic death."

Mikey's eyes showed longing, but the owner of the coffee shop pulled the trigger without saying a word, and the crossbow arrow flew past his scalp.

"Sir, please come out now. The Saluzzo family is standing behind this coffee shop."

This young customer seemed to have some mental problems, and the boss didn't want to deal with him anymore.

"Tsk, you lost a loyal customer."

Mikey shook his head in displeasure and walked out of the cafe.

The boss sighed and took out a broom and rag to clean up the spilled coffee on the floor.

I really don’t know where such a mentally ill person came from and openly insulted the Twelve Families. Fortunately, there are no customers in the store now.

After he finished cleaning, the store door was opened again, and a man wearing a black hood walked in.

The boss recognized him quickly.

"Aren't you that lunatic just now? Wearing a hood... Do you want to rob?!"

"No, no, no, I'm not the good guy Mikey, I'm Mr. Crowbar..."

Mr. Crowbar said, taking out a long crowbar from behind, patted it in his hand and said:

"And this is my best friend, which...is also a crowbar."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mr. Crowbar raised the crowbar and swung it directly at the shop owner's leg. With a crisp sound of fracture, the shop owner covered his calf that had bent into a weird arc and cried bitterly:

"Ahhh...! My legs! You madman! Do you know what you are doing?!"

"Sad things happen every moment in this man-eating land! There are also many people who die for those false ambitions..."

Shrugging, Mr. Crowbar came to the coffee machine, then smashed the coffee machine to pieces with a powerful blow, and then turned over all the coffee beans on the counter.

"So, it was this land that ate your legs. Ha, okay, now no one can drink fragrant foam coffee..."

Mr. Crowbar came to the store owner with a painful and twisted expression, held his calf that was almost useless, patted it and said:

"Okay, stop screaming. Now I'm going to help you save this leg from the mouth of 'Eating the Earth'. Just be patient."

So regardless of the shop owner's objections, he twisted it hard. The numbing sound of bones and tendons rubbing against each other was heard, and the shop owner passed out.

"...It seems to be reversed, oh, my bad."

Looking at the calf that had been completely rotated 180 degrees, Mr. Crowbar took off his hood and wiped the sweat from his forehead, and then exclaimed at the crowbar in his hand:

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I really didn't mean to..."

It turns out that Mr. Crowbar is actually Mikey, and he looks remorseful and annoyed.Skirt' six "玖④⑨" three'⑥one③five

Because the end of the crowbar was bent a little.

"Mr. Crowbar, you have to hold on! Tape, tape, I need tape..."

In the end, Mikey searched through all the cabinets in the cafe but couldn't find the tape.

"It's a really bad day. There's no ice creamy foam coffee to drink. Mr. Crowbar is also injured."

Finally, he found a piece of cardboard and wrote on it, "This store will stop selling fragrant foam coffee from today on."

Then he attached the cardboard to the store owner who had fainted from shock.

........

After returning home, Mikey carefully placed the crowbar to ensure that Mr. Crowbar could always help him in times of crisis.

Lying on the sofa, Mikey glanced at the clock. It was now 10:30 pm. According to the special

For example, you should comb the gray and black tail first, and then go to bed.

He is a Luper and a time traveler. He died from the pressure of mortgage in his previous life.

But compared to other time-travelers, Mikey lacks something. If you think about it carefully, it turns out to be Goldfinger.

"The authors of online novels are all idiots. How could such unreasonable things as systems or plug-ins appear?"

Jingle Bell--

At this moment, the phone on the table rang, and Mikey cursed, wondering who would call after it was too late.

"Hey, are you my host, Mr. Mackey? I am your system..."

Snapped--

Mikey hung up the phone without thinking. There are so many mental illnesses these days, why are there still such boring prank calls?

Jingle Bell--!

But the phone was still ringing. Mikey unplugged the wire, but it didn't work. The ringing sound was like a reminder. He picked up the crowbar and smashed the phone to pieces.

"This must be an omnic crisis, and it's still in its early stages, but luckily I stopped it, Wuhu! The great Mr. Mackey saved the world again!"

Mikey muttered happily to himself. He came to the refrigerator in the kitchen, opened the refrigerator door, and wanted to get a loaf of bread as a midnight snack.

Jingle Bell--!

The phone rang again. Mikey looked at the bread in his hand and put it to his ear hesitantly.

[Mikey, you can't escape. From the first crime you committed today, the fate of blood and violence has returned to you again. ]

"You are simply slandering me. This was not done by me, but by Mr. Crowbar."

[Shut up!Mikey! ]

[Arguing logic with a lunatic like you is a very stupid thing. Therefore, I will use practical actions to complete the tasks you assigned me. I did not force you. This was all requested by you yourself. ]

[The Convergence World Line program has been started, and the simulation fusion system is now starting. ]

[Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, look what good you've done, Mikey. ]

Chapter 2 Richard

Mikey's consciousness fell into a long dream, but there was only one question in his mind now. If he just fell asleep like this, would it be comfortable to use bread as a pillow?

[You are a soul traveler and an orphan. You have almost forgotten your childhood memories. You only remember that your name is Mikey Richard]

"Ahhh... So this is the perspective of a newborn? The womb is simply a cage! Oh, system, have you ever seen a horse blink? I feel like my head is covered in butter now. ....."

[Shut up!Mikey!It's simulation time now, just think of it as the Mewtwo experience of 2077! ]

"Well, I just didn't expect that I would be a jerk this time."

The simulation is still ongoing.

[In your youth, you were withdrawn. People around you thought you were a freak. Even the school bully would not waste his energy beating you. ]

[You went to college and majored in politics and law. You despised this major. You felt that studying law could not save Syracuse. The reason why you chose this major was just to find a powerful family to rely on. ]

[But then you changed your mind. You felt that the family members were all idiots. You once openly provoked the Bellone family. Fortunately, Lavinia helped you, but you didn't appreciate it very much because she They are from the Bellone family. ]

[You also feel that your classmates are hopeless, especially the girl named Lavinia Falcone. You and she have been at odds many times, but because of this, a deep friendship has developed. ]

[At the fraternity in college, you and she sat quietly in the corner, confiding your ideals to each other. You said that you wanted to leave the quagmire of Syracuse and travel, while Lavinia had A greater goal: to bring true justice to Syracuse. ]

[After graduation, she invited you to a pizza shop, and you felt like she had something to tell you. ]

"Richard, you are a very special person. Do you know when I started to want to know you?

At that dinner party, you poured strawberry jam on the pizza of the family students. "

Lavinia was the first to break the silence. She stared at the young man opposite who was wearing a baseball jacket and jeans. Richard looked nothing like a student who graduated from the University of Political Science and Law. He looked like a street gangster.

"Do you want to buy this meal? If so, I will order the most expensive honey barbecue pizza."

Richard lowered his head so that Lavinia could not see his expression.

"It's just a meal. This time it's on me. After all, this may be our last dinner together."

"Then what do you want to talk to me about? We're all old friends. Just be casual. You know, I don't like those family rules."

Richard scratched his sharp nails on the table, making an unpleasant noise.

Lavinia put the Code of Thorns in her hand in front of him. Only then did Richard stop what he was doing and looked up at her.

"The weight of that code will ruin your life, Lavinia, and its laws are in effect because of the woman's presence, not because they are based on any actual perceived fairness."

"This is probably one of the few things you and I have in common."

Lavinia sighed, and continued:

"Bernardo made a promise to me, to accept the position of judge arranged by him, to complete the job that a judge should do, until the day when the Bellone family wins, he will bring the real, not the 'family' fair in the sense of the word.”

"So, that's why you stay in Syracuse?"

"You may think so."

"Pfft, hehe, you are still as naive and stupid as before."

Richard looked scornful, an expression Lavinia had seen on his face more than once.

Gray-orange pupils met with azure blue eyes, and the latter slowly looked away, then glanced down at Lavinia's black silk stockings.

"Look up at me, Richard."

Lavinia paused and continued:

"I want to hear your opinion, Richard. You are the best graduate of our class. In my eyes, your understanding of the law in the book is as good as that of the Laterans who created it."

Richard had no choice but to put his eyes on Lanivia's wolf ears, and said helplessly:

"But the order that the old Sicilian woman brought from Lateran does not apply to Syracuse, because here people fear family, not law, and you know that."

"But you did not rely on any big family, you also scorned the legal profession and did not want to engage in legal work. You said you wanted to leave Syracuse. I think this is an escape and you are wasting your talents."