Terra Hotline, crime simulator

"...Are you really not going to answer that phone call?"

Jingle Bell--!

His head hurt so much. The ringing sound was like a sharp and thin wire cutting into his brain. Richard felt as if his soul was being tortured by an electric shock.

Holding his head with a distorted face, Richard's eyes turned blood red and he searched the ward constantly, looking for the non-existent phone.

"I repeat! There is no phone here!"

Zarro's voice was a little louder than before, and some kind of Richard's impatience made him very uneasy.

"You should have answered that call...damn..."

Richard clenched the short stick in his hand and walked to the door tremblingly. Since there was no phone in this room, he had to find another place.

[Go find that damn phone number, Richard, and find out who is calling you! ]

At this moment, Richard wanted to open his spiritual cap and see if this call, which was like a reminder, was still in his mind.

"Where are you going? You have no destination..."

Zaro saw in this man a heartbreaking madness, some kind of burned-out remnant of his life.

He stared silently at Richard as he left, then sighed.

.........

[Ignore the large Furry, we need to answer the hotline, choose your mask, Richard, which one should you wear this time?Choose Aubrey (Pig Head)...]

No....no, I'm so tired, I need to rest for a while, I want to see Nia's face again, everything will be fine...

[Yeah, look what you have in your hand. ]

It was blood and brains. In front of him lay a corpse from a prison guard with his head smashed. In Richard's hands

Still holding the short stick tightly.

Do not......

When did you kill this guy?Richard rubbed his temples vigorously, but he couldn't find any memory of what happened after he came out of the ward.

I came out to look for the phone... In the corridor... there was a guy trying to stop me... My head hurt... I couldn't remember.

Jingle Bell--

The phone is still ringing, it must be nearby, find it quickly!

"He's out! Catch him!"

"Go inform the warden!"

"Doctor, we need doctors! Go and treat the wounded quickly!"

The exclamations and screams of the crowd were heard in his ears, and the surrounding corridors became twisted like a colorful snake in Richard's eyes, and many white figures flashed gracefully in front of him.

"...Ahhhhh!"

The ringing ringing out of thin air became louder and louder, and some kind of severing pain appeared in Richard's heart. He clutched his face tightly, at least... at least he thought it was his own face that he was grabbing. .

"Stop...please spare me..."

click-

Richard felt like his two thumbs were inserted into two elastic places, and it felt like stirring jelly with his fingers.

No, no...it was a coconut. He inserted it into the hole of the coconut and then broke open the coconut shell with all his strength.

With the end of this action, the noisy ringing of the phone finally weakened a bit, and the scene in front of him became clear.

Corpses, in the corridor, there were more than a dozen corpses lying under Richard's feet. They died in horrible ways, and they all died in different ways.

Richard was still holding half of the human head in his hand, and the strong smell of blood and metal poured into his nose, causing him to subconsciously throw away the half of the head.

"vomit......."

He fell to his knees in nausea, retching a stream of bile, after all he had not eaten in two weeks.

"Richard, you deserve to go to hell!"

"We have no grievances against you! Why do you treat us like this?!"

The corpses lying on the ground began to speak. Their faces were covered with blood, their expressions were ferocious, and the surrounding environment became full of resentment.

Did I do all this?No, no, no, this must be all an illusion, I have oriosis, there are crystals in my brain...

[Is it really?Richard?Are you starting to make such despicable excuses?How about putting the blame on Oberly and the others...]

How could this be?

Jingle Bell--

Before I had time to think, the phone rang again.

"Look what you have done?! Don't...don't kill me, I'm just a court guard..."

A young Wolper's face appeared in front of him, with a look of horror on his face, but only a second later, blood flowed from his eyes.

"I'm sorry...I didn't mean to hurt you...I just wanted to answer the phone...Ahhh!"

Richard collapsed a little. He felt that the blood on his hands was getting more and more sticky.

So he simply pierced his eardrum with his finger. In the silent world, the ringing was still ringing.

"Attention! Richard is heading to the prisoner activity area!"

"Deploy all prison guards to ensure the safety of all prisoners!"

The scene in front of him was constantly distorted and reorganized, forming a bizarre picture. Richard traced the source of the phone call, and he felt that all his five senses were left were false hearing and distorted vision.

"Wait, aren't you the infamous masked killer?"

"You've come just in time. The Saluzzo family will give me 50 yuan to buy your head in prison. Come on, brothers, kill him together!"

"Get away! Stay away from me! I just want to answer the phone! Don't make me!"

The massacre was another one-sided massacre.

Before his brain had time to react, his body's killing instinct had already given instructions. Richard felt as if he was participating in a marathon, and the end of the road was a constantly noisy phone.

Finally, I don’t know how long it took, my hands became exhausted, and the world finally became quiet.

Richard tried to open his eyes, but his retinas seemed to be coated with a layer of blood-colored foam that would never go away.

He sat quietly in the scarlet darkness, and seemed to fumble for a cigarette in his right hand.

He lit it up, put it in his mouth, took a deep breath, and felt the hoarseness in his lungs. Richard was a little tired.

At this time, he felt a pair of soft hands holding his face, and warm liquid dripped onto his face.

Finally, the hand with the thorn ring shackled itself.

Chapter 37 Rebuke

Sometimes, Lavinia thought it would be nice if all this was just a dream, leaving Richard by her side on that drizzly morning.

It is clear that both he and Richard have a bright future, fighting for their ideals with their loved ones. No matter how many setbacks and difficulties they encounter, as long as the other person is by their side, everything will be fine.

Afterwards, when the Bellone family wins and the family patriarch's promise is fulfilled, he can travel with Richard.

Didn't he always want to travel to other places?

Then take off your judge uniform and go to Thailand with him

Go to Longmen, the busiest big city, to the exotic Sargon, stroll on the beach in Bolivar, hold each other's hands and enjoy the lake breeze, or go to Letania to participate in a game with Syracusean drama is a completely different opera...

But now it's all over, and hope becomes like a dimming campfire, its embers slowly extinguished.

..........

On the way to the prison, Lavinia thought of a million ways to speak.

She had so many questions for Richard.

Why do you want to do this?

Why hide it from yourself?

Why trample on the law and justice that you defend?

She imagined countless ways to argue with Richard, and the consequences.

She thought she was angry enough.

However, the moment she stepped into the prison hall, she was shocked by the scene before her.

The man beside the pillow, who had been thinking about it day and night, sat tiredly on the steps and smoked. His eyes were covered with blood. Every time he took a puff, he spit out blood mist accompanied by a strong cough.

"Sorry, Richard, I should have found out earlier...and got you out of here earlier..."

Lavinia couldn't remember how many times she had cried, but her face, which was usually cold to maintain her dignity as a justice, was covered with tears.

"You must be... Richard... why didn't you tell me earlier..."

At this moment, she hugged Richard tightly, not caring about the blood stains on his body or that he was an infected person.

She just wanted to seize this brief moment and feel his true presence.

After accepting that the massacres were all done by Richard, Lavinia instantly realized that he was still the same Richard, with his own logic and ideas.

Since the Syracuse family is a problem, wouldn't it be enough to kill all the families?

Lavinia did not clear Richard's name immediately. The justice and bottom line in her heart absolutely did not allow her to do so.

"Why...why did you choose this...path?"

Perhaps feeling the presence of the person from the past, Richard subconsciously reached out and hugged Lavinia. He opened his mouth, and the chaotic thoughts solidified at this moment, and finally thousands of words converged into one sentence:

"...Nia, judge me."

She stood up straight, but her shoulders were shaking non-stop. After a deep cry that seemed to come from the bottom of her heart, she roared at Richard:

"I...I hate you...Richard! You despicable and selfish guy!"

Lavinia grabbed Richard's collar with her left hand and hesitantly took out the shackles with her right hand. The slowly setting sun in Volsini gave the metal shackles a layer of dusk color.

Forcing herself not to cry again, she gritted her teeth and cuffed him solemnly for Richard.

"You have done well, Judge of the Bellone family. I thought there was no one in Volsini anymore who abides by the laws of gun and order."

Mrs. Sicily appeared behind her with many guards, and their faces had a look of panic that would never be erased in their lives.

"Go clean the prison and count how many people are still alive. Don't touch that crazy wolf. Death is a bit of a luxury for him now."

Sicily gave them frightened orders. When passing by Richard and Lavinia, sometimes they looked like they wanted to eat people, but they restrained themselves from taking action against the man who killed all their friends.

"Perhaps I...I am the one who should stand trial, ma'am."

Lavinia lowered her head, her voice sounding disheartened.

"Why do you say that? Isn't it something worth celebrating when the bad guys are punished? In a few days, I will invite the heads of the major families to be the audience at the trial, and you, Lavinia Falcone , the spokesperson of my will, you will serve as the chief judge, I believe you will not let me down."

Mrs. Sicily came to them both and looked down at Richard with no emotion in her eyes.

"Richard, you are like a stone, hitting the eternal backwaters of Syracuse, causing ripples. Let's deal with a few of your fanatical imitators first."

As Mrs. Sicily finished speaking, several black shadows sprang out from behind her, and then quickly disappeared among the rows of buildings in Volsini.

"You killed my best friend, but I didn't kill you as soon as you passed out. Instead, I took you to prison. Do you know why?"

Hearing Sicily ask this, Lavinia grabbed Richard's hand tightly, hoping that the other party would not do anything stupid.

"Because of the law, you are not only crazy, but also very cunning. You know, even if you are a killer who comes to kill me, after I capture you alive, you will have to go through the trial of the law before I can give you the death penalty."

Mrs. Sicily's tone became even colder:

"I have to admit, you almost won, making me break the law I set."

"Cough cough..."

Richard coughed out a mouthful of blood. He couldn't hear the sound of their conversation. He just felt a disgusting breath appearing here, but Lavinia grabbed his hand and didn't let her move.

"Okay, the rest of the time is left to you, be good

Cherish it. "

Sicily stared at Richard's blood-stained face, and for a moment he felt a pity for the young man.

"Wait, ma'am."