Terra Hotline, crime simulator

"I'm not referring to the infected, but to the knights, the Knights of the Blade and the Knights of the Boiling Blood. They should be innocent, right?"

Now, it's her who's looking at me.

"Innocent? The Rusty Bronze Knight has killed so many infected knights on the field, do you think he is innocent?

As for those people in the Knights, I don't know if they are innocent. I only know that I am righteous and they stand in my way. They are scum and pests. I will make them disappear and never cause further trouble. "

Margaret was stunned for a moment, as if she didn't expect me to admit it so openly.

"...Abuse of lynching is wrong. Let's get straight to the point. Why did you come to me?"

"I'll show you the dark side of this city. We'll meet on the mobile platform in District 17 in three days."

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Chapter 231 December 1075, 12

"The Knight of Glory is coming to light? How can the light of day understand the depth of darkness at night? People are the same as trees. The more they yearn for the sunshine at high places, the more their roots will stretch into the dark underground."

Ma Enna has seen through this country, and he chose to treat it as a joke for the sake of the family. Margaret is still very young, but her knowledge and vision are far less than her uncle. She must face the darkness.

I have been having a weird and funny dream for the past few days, and the images in the dream are fragmented.

The remains of burned corpses.

Beautiful butterfly.

The bodies of children rotting in the dirt.

A beautiful flower.

The fragmented stumps and internal organs.

Pure white clouds.

I can't sleep peacefully, I always wear a mask on my face, and I peek behind myself from time to time, seeing every strange face as a potential enemy. Thinking about it makes me physically and mentally exhausted, but do I have a choice?

During the day I'm an unemployed bum you can see everywhere on the street, holding up my sign that says "The end is coming" and people can't understand it, it doesn't matter, that day will come when all the filth of pornography and murder drowns everyone waist, at which point all the bitches and politicians would throw their heads back and cry "Help us" and I would whisper "No".

The latest news is that Cyril Linguang was confirmed to have died in a nursing home. Grand Knight Russell appeared at his funeral, and his former enemies also came to lay flowers.

Very good. Facing the passing of this old comrade, what will this old bastard think?Is this what she wants to see?On the surface, she announced that she would take some measures to sanction the Chamber of Commerce, but in fact, the knights under her

Take away the proud spirit of chivalry, and all that is left is a layer of cancer.

If she really admired Cyril, then she should immediately lead the knights to the border of Ursus.

If Cyril hadn't been senile before he died, those scum and vermin wouldn't have survived until now.

At 10:30 in the morning, two bounty hunters appeared in the subway station. They disturbed me. These bounty hunters were catching a little film girl in ragged clothes. It was a familiar scene.

I tied these two slave traders to the track, and the train passed by and crushed them into a pulp. The man went to jail, but the dog died.

As for the little girl?I didn't know what to do with her. She ran away screaming when she saw my face. I chased her and packed her up. I spent two hours investigating her origins and sent her back to the slum where she lived. Her parents met her. When I arrived, I called the police.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, a drunk knight was looking for trouble in a small restaurant. I helped him sober up, and the boss gave me something to eat. I hadn't eaten hot food for a long time.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the plan was still the same. I found the Plastic Knight. He had recently accepted an advertisement, an advertisement from the Howling Guard Company. Charney of the Business Federation met with him.

"I want to meet Charny at a time and place, preferably at seven o'clock tonight, at Martin's Bar."

"...What happens if I don't do it?"

The plastic knight shook his Adam's apple and subconsciously put his hand on the crossbow on his waist.

"Sergeak, Sergeak...I'm curious why they call you Plastic Knight, it breaks when you touch it?"

I muttered his name in a low voice, and put my right hand on his shoulder affectionately as if to say hello. Then, I made a finger print on his shoulder helmet.

"...Rorschach, I still have a wife and son...stay calm, you want to see Charny, right, okay, I can take you to see him tonight."

"I have always been calm, Sergeyak. There are not many knights who can live to retire in good physical and mental health, right?"

I think I should have scared him. This kind of little knight is just a wallflower. He is dissatisfied with the Chamber of Commerce, but he can only compromise for the sake of his family.

"I'll call him right now, please wait."

He dialed Charny's number in front of me, coughed while pretending to be calm, and said to the other end of the phone:

"About that advertisement for Columbia's Originium-strengthening bone lining technology... I want to talk to you in detail, at seven o'clock tonight, at the Old Martin Tavern, no, no, no, I just want to know more about it. Just a few terms..."

After the Plastic Knight hung up the phone, I knocked him unconscious and threw him into an alley. He estimated that you wouldn't wake up until tomorrow morning. The purpose of this was to ensure that he would not betray me.

I turned away and was approached by a bounty hunter around [-]pm in the hospital's abandoned pharmacy to see if there were any painkillers and anti-inflammatories that no one needed.

The wounds on my body have not completely healed, and I don’t want my body to fall apart tonight.

That bounty hunter was a Sarkaz, a Sarkaz with a broken horn, which was really rare.

"Rorschach, if you are short of money, I can help you with some. Taking expired painkillers will damage your central nervous system."

Tolan leaned against the wall. His skin became darker than before, but his eyes were more penetrating than before.

"Tolan...how is the place where your farmhouse was founded? Has any knight gentleman gone to visit?"

I said mockingly, opening a bottle of painkillers that was already covered with dust, pouring out three pills and stuffing them into my mouth.

"You are still as stubborn as before."

He sighed, and then changed the subject:

"I need your help now."

"Oh, this is really interesting. I need Maena's help, and you need my help. What? Want to have a party with old colleagues?"

"Maena.... Alas, Cyril has just passed away. It's not the time to disturb him now. The ranger will draw his sword, but not now. As for Chesper, his identity is relatively sensitive now, so I have to find Fucked you."

I glanced at him sideways, unable to tell what he was thinking, and then asked:

"Need help from a terrorist wanted by the government?"

"I have now unified all the bounty hunters in Casimir and become their leader."

He paused and said.

"Oh? You just took over Casimir's only three criminal syndicates, you know that? Just this morning, I just sent two bounty hunters to hell."

"It's not just a matter of a day or two for someone to become a human trafficker in the name of a bounty hunter. You should have known about this a long time ago."

"Times have changed, Tolan. People's moral bottom line is getting lower day by day. Today they are bounty hunters. Maybe tomorrow when there is no prey, they will be human traffickers. However, the power of justice is becoming more and more rare. I am very lucky that I have not been The times have given way to assimilation, what do you want from me?"

I raised my voice a little, and he looked at me without fear:

"I want to see the edifice of the Chamber of Commerce collapse."

Hearing what Tolan said, I became a little bit interested. I bet that we are not the only ones who want to overthrow the business alliance. It is probably even Ma Enna.

I also think about this when I am at work or dreaming.

But how many of them dare to actually take action?

"Oh, that sure sounds like something a Sakaz would do."

He continued in a recalling tone:

"Over the years, I have been to villages forced by taxes and natural disasters. I watched them fight, watched them flee, watched them die..."

"I've seen this a long time ago, why did you only see it now?"

I waved my hand and interrupted him.

"Witnessing suffering, Rorschach, is not something to be proud of."

He was silent for a moment and then uttered the next words:

"Over the years, I have been thinking about a question. Before the rise of businessmen and before Casimir was tightly grabbed by the Federation of Commerce - who was exploiting the poor and oppressing the people? Who was hanging the infected and hiding in the power Among the high-rise buildings built?

It's a knight.

There has never been a new evil rising, so we have to support a villain to take office. Why bother? You are always the unlucky one, but to be honest, even though the words "Commerce Federation" reveal an ugly atmosphere everywhere... But there is still something to be said for being rare.

People who are ignored by the city should unite. "

"Ha ha ha ha......"

Join forces?This was not something a Sakaz would say, and then I laughed, loudly and violently, until there was a fishy sweetness in my throat and I coughed out a stream of blood.

"Cough cough cough..."

"What? You also want the city to surround the countryside?"

I asked with a sneer.

"Infected, bounty hunters, infected knights, this forgotten force is very powerful."

he said seriously.

"The power of the Warring Knights and the Unarmed Alliance is even more powerful. You and I have both seen Xuan Tie's strength. Even a hundred infected knights will die in front of him.

You gathered a group of weak people and then led them to commit suicide. This will only kill more people. The innocent people you encouraged will only bring panic and disorder to Terra. "

I recalled the desperate look in my eyes when my distal tooth was shot through.

"Then what are you doing, Rorschach? If you have a greater plan to speak of, are you still insisting on your unreachable absolute justice?"

Tolan asked me back with some dissatisfaction.

"It's very simple. I will find out the truth. People need to know the truth. Then, there will be trial and punishment. I will let every criminal in this city get the retribution they deserve. Finally, I will let Margaret go to the front line of the battlefield. , become the next Cyril.”

"Find out the truth?! Then what? Rorschach, then you can't do anything. Today you killed a Rusty Bronze Knight, and tomorrow there will be a Rusty Silver Knight or a Rusty Gold Knight. You are treating the symptoms but not the root cause. Thought about the future.”

There was a hint of anger in his voice. I waved my hand and walked towards the door. I stopped and gave Tolan one last look out of the corner of my eye:

"Future? This land has no future. Everyone is standing on the edge of the cliff. Evil and desire will kick them down."

It was an unfriendly meeting. Tolan's idea was childish and ridiculous. Maybe he should take his ideas to Kazdaele and see how the Sakaz royal court would tear him and his weak self-protectors apart.

At seven o'clock in the evening, I came to Martin's Tavern. To my surprise, I didn't see any Linguang family blood here, and old Martin was not brushing glasses at the bar as usual.

There is no one here.

I noticed something was wrong, but it was too late.

"Good evening, Rorschach, would you like a Bloody Mary?"

A strong bloody wind blew in from outside. The blood knight in red armor had stood behind me at some point. He seemingly easily placed the ax handle on the floor tiles and smashed out a spider web. cracks.

"Dicaeopolis... This is not an arena for you to play house. Where is Charney? I have something to talk to him about."

I turned around, and his tall body could only allow me to look up at him.

"Rorschach, I respect you very much. I heard from Sona about your deeds of helping the infected, but compared to helping the infected, you prefer to see the teeth of hunters and knights falling apart."

"Oh."

I tilted my head.

"Is this your answer? Rorschach, actually, you don't care about the life and death of the infected knights of the Red Pine Knights at all, right? You just want to find a reason to vent violence on them."

"Oh?"

"I have studied you for a long time. You distrust the government, discriminate against people with ancestor blood, worship the war hero Cyril, and your political leanings are extreme militants. You just want to eradicate what you think is evil."

"Um....."

"Yes! Yes! That's it, Rorschach, you know? A small number of infected people have begun to imitate your violent behavior. I don't want to see Kavaleliaki become the next Chernobog."

"Very well, are these your last words?"

Change the plan a bit and kill the Blood Knight.

I grabbed a cup on the bar and smashed it on his head. The Blood Knight did not wear a helmet, so he dodged slightly. Taking advantage of this small gap, I got closer to him, and his ax also hit me.

Puff-!

Because of the injury, my speed was not as fast as before. His ax cut off a large piece of flesh from my shoulder, leaving the white bones exposed.

But I took an injection of epinephrine 3 minutes ago, and the pain did not catch up with me and send me into shock.

I clasped his shoulders with both hands and used a knee strike to dent the armor on his chest.

He painfully lost his balance and staggered back, but quickly regained his balance.

"It's so cruel... This is an unfair fight, so I won't use my Origin Stone skills."

He swung the ax at me again. What he didn't expect was that I directly caught his ax blade with my left hand. Of course, the price was that my left palm was almost split in half and blood spurted on us. On their faces.

"You don't want to die?!"