Terra Hotline, crime simulator

Mikey's heart and body were gradually exhausted. From the first day, he felt like he had been crippled by the Candle Knight.

"How do you eat fruit-flavored pizza? Fortunately, my cook is not from Syracuse. Wait a minute, I'm going out."

Viviana tied up her blond hair, put on her clothes, picked up the candle, and did not forget to lock the door to the room before leaving.

The next second, Mikey endured the physical discomfort and stood up and went to the window. He opened the window and looked down, thinking about what Rorschach would have done...

Well, the location of this tower is indeed a bit too high. Without the blessing of the mask ability, if you jump down with this weak flesh and blood body, your bones will be shattered.

Suddenly, an idea came to his mind, maybe everything is not important anymore, everything in this world is fleeting, and all the colors and noise are just flashy for a moment.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and Mikey stood like this. The message tone of his mobile phone came. He took out his dead mobile phone, and all that could be displayed was the message sent to him by the system:

[Mikey, not all women are made of candy, gems, and pretty things. Some women are made of thorns, thorns on roses, wisdom, and bravery. ]

After a while, the system sent another message:

[They can understand your past, but their eyes will never tolerate those women who came out of your past. Beast-eared girls are jealous and have a harem. Think about what Daryl did?He finds it troublesome to fall in love, so he only looks for sex partners. ]

Is the current life what he wants?Why do I have to play by their rules?

"Mikey, the pizza you asked for is ready. I also brought a bottle of red wine. Oh, close the window. It's quite cold outside."

The door was pushed open again, and the Candle Knight brought a nine-inch pizza and a bottle of red wine. She pushed some of the books on the table away, put the hot pizza away, and handed a knife and fork to Mikey.

"The pineapple pizza is so delicious, my God, I can't believe this was me just a minute ago..."

Regardless of how hot it was, Mikey took a bite and felt much better.

"Actually, Viviana, you don't need to hang around me. Are you usually lonely?"

Mikey poured himself another glass of red wine.

"Alone is lonely, but two people in silence under the lamp are even more lonely. Let's continue chatting, Mikey."

Viviana sat in front of him, she seemed to have no appetite.

"Then let me tell you about the story of Rhode Island..."

As soon as Mikey finished speaking, there was a burst of sound from outside.

There was an emergency brake, and then there was a crash. He looked out the window and saw the burning hood of the "Exile", and then the afterimage of Lavinia.Monthly fee (group 69:493) 6135

Lavinia had never had much fighting experience before, but after the last battle between the two wolves, she could at least use her chain hammer with a scary handle to be equally scary. Two guards who tried to block her were put away with one blow. fall.

"Why? Why can't we just sit here and chat? Just for a short while, and the earth will not be destroyed..."

Viviana sighed, her blue eyes becoming cold and sharp, but the hand on the sword hilt seemed hesitant.

You can't go too far, because the other person is also Mikey's former lover, why "once"?Because Viviana already had a chance to win.

boom--!

The door to the room was violently opened, and a plain-faced Lavinia appeared in front of the two of them. The first thing she saw was Mikey, who was eating pizza. The latter was stunned for a moment when he saw her, and then raised his pizza hand again. Put it back sheepishly.

"Hey Nia, do you want to try the pineapple pizza?"

"Mikey... I've passed the age of being reserved and shy. Your secret used to bother me... Now I know. If you have something to say, you will tell me directly. I There is no need to ask again, so next, unless you beg me nicely, I don’t mind sending you to the next life."

A wolf can only have one mate, Lavinia will not quit, and at this moment, the rebuke is no longer as disorienting as it once was.

"........."

Mikey chose to continue eating his pineapple pizza in silence.

"——! (Melodious and cheerful piano sound)"

This sudden music came from no one or where. When Lavinia and Viviana reacted, some of the emotions in their hearts were infinitely amplified.

Or desire, or greed, or anger, or control...

And all these emotions were directed at the dumbfounded Mikey.

Tear him apart...eat him...so he won't escape...

"Damn...why...do I have such thoughts? Why Mikey! Do you always disobey me?!!!"

Lavinia held her head in pain, her teeth clenched, and her eyes were covered with blood.

And Viviana next to her was not much better. She looked at Mikey with a sick look in her eyes:

"Cut off his legs...tie him to the bed and lock him in the attic of the tower, just like what my parents did to me in the past..."

The strange thoughts gradually turned into cruel actions. A sharp sword wind passed by, and a trace of blood appeared on the tip of Mikey's nose.

run! !They want to kill themselves!

With alarm bells ringing in his heart, Mikey burst out with all his strength and rushed forward, dodging Viviana's sword blade and Lavinia's hammer that hit him.

After escaping to the corridor outside, I looked back and found that the two of them seemed to want to chase them, but for a moment, their eyes regained some clarity.

Someone is controlling their emotions!

Running with his legs, pushing aside the panicked servants in the yard, and arriving at the gate of Viviana's mansion, Mikey finally found the culprit.

Under the bright moonlight, a black-haired fallen angel in white clothes was playing the cello gracefully. The curve of the corner of her mouth rose a little more after seeing Mikey.

"Arturo..."

"The moonlight is good tonight."

Mikey had some impressions of her, but only a few. He hadn't fully remembered the dirty things about the seventh Constantine and her.

"Did you amplify their emotions?"

"Their determination is just a lie to convince themselves. Mikey Constantine, now, give you a choice."

Arturo stopped playing.

"A choice? No one can make me choose."

Mikey said disdainfully.

"Really... Maybe this choice can help you solve your urgent problem temporarily. I can help you suppress their love temporarily. After all, love is also a part of emotion, isn't it?"

Mikey frowned. Arturo was a terrorist. The consequences of making a deal with her...forget it, could there be a worse situation than the one in front of him?

"Tell me."

"You go and accompany them, or kneel down and lick me. If you feel comfortable serving me, I will help you resolve your complicated personal emotions."

With that said, Arturo took off his high heels, stretched his long legs wrapped in stockings in front of Mikey, and stretched his white toes playfully inside the black stockings.

Chapter 283: Being spoiled

"You have to hurry up, or they will be here soon."

Constantine, you rotten person, I have put up with you for a long time. Every time you appear in front of me, you bring a lot of bad things. You don't even consider the feelings around you. "

The towering black-haired fallen angel trampled Mikey under her feet, and some kind of perverted desire for revenge appeared on her expression.

"Damn it, Seventh Life...how on earth did he use my body to provoke them...?"

Mikey is trying his best. If he has a choice, he definitely doesn't want to be a woman.

People's playthings.

If Sir Daryl were here, he would definitely wipe the saliva from the corner of his mouth: "It doesn't matter, let me fuck you two..."

But Ninth World's body cannot withstand the torture, unless...after this trip is over, I have to go to Colombia.

"I really want Lemuan and the others to see how ugly you are. Well, where have your magical black magic gone?"

Arturo has been observing Mikey these past few days. She found that Mikey never used magic even when he was kidnapped, so she concluded that there must be some reason why he was unable to use magic.

So she increased her strength, and Mikey had no choice but to reach out and grab her soft, white calves and massage them in a coping style.

Feeling the comfort coming from her calves, Arturo let out a charming moan. Her black wings and halo also trembled with excitement, and her breathing became heavy.

Mikey was shocked, she has a sensitive constitution.

thump—

At this moment, there was a thunder in the sky, and then a pattering of rain fell.

"The rain came just in time."

Arturo pushed her wet long hair to one side. She simply put down her violin staff and sat on Mikey's knees. She put her chocolate-like feet against Mikey's chest, and her thin black silk stockings were covered in the rain. gradually becomes slightly transparent.

The faint smell of high-heeled shoes leather, mixed with the classical perfume of the fallen angel and a bit of the sour smell of sweat and rain mixed with the pavement.

Arturo tilted his head cutely, and the raised corners of his mouth unspokenly reminded Mikey not to stop.

"Arturo, don't push yourself too hard, or I will... I will..."

Then Mikey sadly discovered that there was nothing he could do against this fun-loving fallen angel.

"If you want to take revenge on me, then turn your words into actions."

She stretched her toes to the corner of Mikey's mouth very arrogantly, and her five tender toes spread out casually.

"Look, the famous Constantine is licking the feet of the fake angel he always looked down on. It's really a very ironic thing."

Arturo smiled happily, and Mikey closed his eyes, nibbling on the stockings on the toes of her toes, running his tongue dexterously between her toes, caressing the fallen angel's flawless skin.

"Yes, it's like this... If you had come to me a few days ago to discuss the same attitude towards the world's voices, I would have helped you long ago... Ah... you... ..Continue...Don’t stop...Who did you learn this trick from?”

Closing her eyes, Arturo began to enjoy it. He put his slender fingers in his mouth and gently moved his white teeth. Although she couldn't amplify Mikey's emotions, she could sacrifice the other person's happiness to make herself happy.

Gradually, a small hole was torn out of the stockings on the soles of Arturo's feet by Mikey's teeth, revealing her white skin. Mikey could feel her delicate textured skin. The fallen angel rarely exercised strenuously, and there was no visible movement on her little feet. traces of passing.

"Si...haha..."

It was very itchy. Arturo Silver Teeth bit his finger lightly, his laughter bloomed in the rain, his arches curled up, and then he suddenly put his feet away without warning, clamped Mikey's head between his legs, and the slippery black silk kept flowing. He was scratched on the neck.

"You...what did you think of me??!"

Ignoring Mikey's protests, like a spring girl immersed in a dream of desire, Arturo treated him like a large pillow, rubbing him unscrupulously, approaching him unscrupulously, until he was close to him, until he was suffocated.

Then a stream of salty liquid fell on Mikey's face.

The liquid is still flowing, no matter where it comes from or what color it is.

"You...you...ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

His screams echoed throughout the night in the rain, but this almost desperate scream sounded like the most beautiful music in the world to the fallen angels' ears.

"Constantine, thank you for your hospitality."

With a flushed face, Arturo stood up, put away his violin, put on his high heels, looked at Mikey who was still curled up on the ground, and played another impromptu piece of music.

"If you want to find me, you should know where to find me. It turns out...this is what you feel like, and this is the emotion I have been suppressing in my heart."

Arturo licked the corners of his mouth with unsatisfied intention, and then disappeared into the rain.

Mikey's sanity was about to collapse. After about 3 minutes, he regained his composure slightly. This incident had left a serious psychological shadow on him.Monthly fee (group 69:493) 6135

After wiping the rainwater and other liquids off his face, Mikey tried to stand up with difficulty, and a pair of black leather boots appeared in front of him.

He raised his head and saw Monique looking at him with an expression as if she was looking at garbage.

"Things are turning, where is the man who trampled everyone under his feet a few days ago?"

Monique took out a bunch of arrows and played with them in her hand. She stared at the trembling Mikey on the ground and murmured to herself:

"No, no, no, if I kill you like this, how can I wash away the humiliation you brought me before?"

Her murderous intention disappeared without a trace in an instant. It stands to reason that Mikey is her current boss. If she kills

By leaving him, Monique will not only gain temporary pleasure, but she will also have to face the wanted revenge of Rhode Island and many other organizations, and her end may be even worse than this guy in front of her.

"Monique... help me up quickly... I want to go back to Rhodes Island... sleep in a sarcophagus..."

Mikey grabbed Monique's ankle, and he looked like a drowning man who saw a life-saving straw.

"Wait...why are you taking off your pants??? No!!"

The light in his eyes gradually dissipated and turned into deep despair.

..........

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu What did I do wrong? Why does this land treat me like this? I just want to be a good person..."

[You guys are really contradictory. On the one hand, you want to open a harem, but on the other hand, you are not well prepared to face the harem? ]

"You call this thing a harem?! In just three days, I was raped by the beast-eared girl at least thirty times!! I thought I was in a heroine novel and served as a star to a woman!"

Mikey hugged his body in the cold rain. Monique had left. She had not treated him as a human being at all just now. His mind was no longer clear. The comfort message sent by the system seemed to him like ridicule.