Terra Hotline, crime simulator

Richard blinked, and after he opened his eyes, all the surrounding scenes disappeared without a trace, including the sound of crossbow arrows slashing the air, the angry shouts of the Sicilian lady... and the pain in his body. All the children disappeared without a trace.

Om-!

His brain was interrupted by a roar, and the surrounding scenes continued to distort and change. Finally, in the darkness, Richard found himself in a room with the floor covered with bugs.

click-

A dim desk lamp lit up in the corner, and Richard realized that the room only had a long table and a few rickety chairs. A dark red figure sat quietly at the end of the long table.

A phone exactly like the one at home was placed in front of him.

Richard couldn't see his face clearly, but staring at him always felt like looking in a mirror.

"Looks like you and I are the only ones left here."

The figure spoke, with a voice exactly like his own.

"Ahem...So...are you the one who keeps calling me?"

Richard found a stool and sat down. He found that his right wrist was covered with bandages, and the crossbow arrow stuck in his chest had disappeared, leaving only a scabbed wound.

Hongying nodded.

"Damn...ahem...your damn phone has ruined everything for me."

Richard spat out a mouthful of blood.

"But you could have avoided answering those calls. Not only did you answer them, you did them beautifully. You really enjoyed hurting others."

".......you know me well?"

Richard stared at him.

"I've always known myself."

The red shadow showed his face, and it was like a face carved out of the same mold as Richard.

"...Haha...it's really exciting, so, where is this place? Who are you? My half-brother who has been missing for many years?"

Richard took off his hood and smiled sadly.

"This is the abyss, and I am you in the eighth reincarnation. You can call me Mai."

"I thought this was hell, so, the eighth reincarnation? How many times was it for me? You, oh no, I was...how did you change your previous life?"

Richard asked.

"You are the first life, and the reason why I can change... Even if you tell me, you don't understand. But congratulations on completing the first errand, but it is a pity that you can't complete the second errand."

Mai answered Richard's questions in turn.

"But someone has done it for you. Before you leave, I will tell you a secret. From now on, you don't have to serve anyone anymore. It's time for you to go. There is a bed there. You need to take a good rest. "

Finally he pointed to a dusty bed in the corner and said.

Richard shrugged, walked to the bed and lay down on it.

"Please, as long as I don't pick up a gun and kill people again, I can do anything."

Just thinking about this, Richard closed his eyes.

..........

"Hey! Doctor! When will this bastard wake up? We need

Judge him! "

In a ward of the Volsini Prison Hospital, a family member asked the doctor who was examining Richard's injuries in front of the bed.

"I don't know, he was in a coma for three weeks and it's honestly a miracle that he survived."

The doctor looked at the data in his hand and shook his head.

"Then he should be able to wake up, right? This guy will most likely have accomplices. He is the main suspect in the Syracuse massacre!"

The family members looked at Richard on the bed with murderous intent and continued:

"Two weeks ago, the Texan family in Colombia was wiped out! Witnesses said that the murderer wore almost the same Richard mask as him. Yes, they have called this feathered beast mask 'Richard' De'mask.

He must have other accomplices and we need to interrogate him. "

"Just wait and see, maybe you can get something out of his girlfriend." The doctor said.

"That judge of the Bellone family? I really wonder if she has neglected her duties. The murderer is right under her nose and she hasn't been found yet."

"I don't think so. The female judge came to visit him several times. She just stared at him and cried quietly until her eyes were red and swollen, but she still didn't cry."

"Okay, I'll leave first. Keep an eye on this guy and don't let him escape."

The family members sighed and left the ward. After the doctor finished examining Richard, he said to himself:

"This is Volsini's prison. How could a guy who had been in a coma for three weeks escape from prison?"

......

When the ward became quiet again, Richard opened his eyes.

[Escape from here and go to the courthouse to see Lavinia. ]

Chapter 35 Trauma ([-])

[Obtained staged simulation reward: Brandon (Black Panther)'s mask]

[Ability: Teleport a certain distance. ]

Richard struggled to stand up from the bed and lay there for two consecutive weeks. He was no different from a cripple.

".....cough cough cough..."

As soon as he got out of bed, he fell to the ground in pain, coughing up black blood with residue. Only then did Richard notice some black Originium crystals growing out of his shoulders.

It seems that it won't be long before he explodes.

creak-

The door to the ward was opened, and a young nurse came over to check after hearing the noise. After seeing Richard wake up, she hurriedly left the ward.

After a while, a family member wearing a white suit walked in with a short stick in his hand.

It seems that the person the nurse went to notify Richard was not the attending doctor, but one of his mortal enemies. Or maybe the doctor already knew about it but acquiesced to this approach?

"Wow, look who's lying on the ground?! Isn't this the famous Masked Killer, Richard?"

The sturdy family thug came to Richard, clapped the short stick in his hand, and then kicked Richard in the abdomen, sending him flying three meters away.

"......puff......"

Richard felt that his internal organs were twisted into a ball, and he immediately spit out a large mouthful of blood, with no look in his eyes.

"You killed my father with an axe..."

The thug looked like he had a personal vendetta against Richard. There was a sad anger on his face, and this hatred was violently vented with the short stick in his hand.

The charged blow hit Richard on the back, knocking him down again as he tried to stand up again.

His body was twitching and his brain was shaking, but Richard was very calm inside.

"Not long after, you beat my brother to death with a bat, and shot my son to death with a gun... You cold-blooded monster!"

Another heavy blow hit Richard's left hand, twisting and deforming the middle finger of his left hand.

"Get up! If Mrs. Sicily hadn't wanted you to be tried in front of the whole city, I would have killed you right now!"

The thug held Richard's collar, pressed him against the wall in front of the bed, and then hit him in the abdomen with a stick like a sandbag.

There was no more blood to spit out now, and Richard was bent over in pain like a shrimp.

"I heard you have a bad heart..."

Finally, the thug pressed his stick against Richard's chest.

Boom...boom...boom...boom...

Richard's heartbeat gradually decreased, and his consciousness gradually faded, but his right hand touched the vase in front of the bed.

The next second, he used all his strength to lift the vase and hit the thug on the head.

Snapped--

The vase was broken.

A few weeks ago, he would have smashed this guy's head into pieces, but now, Richard, whose muscles had atrophied a bit, could only smash him into a daze.

But all that is enough, sometimes life and death only take a moment, and you already have a ceramic dagger with the vase mouth as the handle.

He staggered toward the thug, put the vase fragments into the thug's throat, and then kept stirring. Looking into the opponent's eyes that were fixed in death, Richard thought for a while and said:

"I...ahem...don't know them at all...but then I thought about it...yes...I killed them...just like this...

... "

Puff-!

The carotid artery was cut, and blood spurted onto Richard's face. Feeling the warmth on his face, Richard closed his eyes and licked a mouthful of blood. He felt much more awake.

At this time, the familiar black shadow appeared from behind again, and Zaro said with emotion:

"What a powerful force, Crazy Wolf. I thought you would never wake up again. It seems that I underestimated you again."

"Huh...huh...how many times do I need to say it? I will not become your fang."

Richard turned around. Fortunately, there were no cameras in the room. Then he turned around and started touching the body. The hospital gown he was wearing was really troublesome.

"No, I no longer expect that a guy like you can become my fang or even the fang of any wolf ancestor. I am here to tell you that if you want to escape from here, I can help you."

"...Huh? You don't look like a kind person."

Richard was stunned for a moment, but Zaro threw a newspaper in front of him. Richard slowly unfolded it. The first thing that caught his eye was the blood-red title:

The Texas family announced its separation from the Twelve Families of Syracuse, and was later burned down by a mysterious man!

Then he looked at the content again:

Salvatore Texas was assassinated by his son Giuseppe Texas, and then burned to death by a mysterious man wearing a feathered beast mask at a celebration banquet in the family castle.

There was also a photo attached. The figure in the photo looked blurry, but she could be identified as a woman. Richard squinted at it and murmured to himself:

She once felt that there was no end to all this. She felt that she was powerless to change Syracuse. She thought that everything in this land was deeply rooted.

So she chose to escape.

But this time, she didn't. She was imitating me. Since she couldn't escape, she might as well burn it all down.Skirt six "玖④⑨三'⑥一③五

In addition to this headline, there were other news in the newspapers, some about massacres in other cities.

The corpses were piled into mille-feuille. This technique... was it Lapland?

"Look at the good work you did, Mad Wolf. How does it feel to have an extra fan base when you wake up?"

"Cough cough..."

Richard wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with a newspaper and said helplessly:

"So, that's all you want to tell me?"

"To a certain extent, I should thank you, Crazy Wolf. Every beast ancestor's territory is more or less affected by your actions. Their fangs are busy with these bloody things, and I On the territory of... You are about to die, and the Bellone family has firmly grasped the political power of Syracuse..."

Richard had subconsciously ignored Zaro's next words. He stood up and stretched his muscles.

Jingle Bell--

[The phone rings, Richard, go answer the damn phone]

Richard looked around.

"What's wrong with you? Crazy wolf?"

"The phone is ringing, aren't you going to answer it?"

Richard pointed blankly.... He just raised his finger, and he didn't know where he was pointing.

............

Chapter 36 Trauma ([-])

"There is no damn phone here, Mad Wolf, please calm down..."

Here we go again, just like last time in the Shade Park, the Richard in front of him gave Zaro a bloody sense of helplessness.