Terra Hotline, crime simulator

The capable angel handed the other party a business card, and Lavinia recognized the melancholy blue eyes on it at a glance.

"Did he...did he order a pineapple pizza here...?"

Lavinia's voice, which had been calm and low at first, was now tinged with a tremor that could not be concealed.

"Yes, the gentleman even gave me a piece. I always thought that you Syracusans hated fruit-filled pizza."

The capable angel scratched the halo on her head. Although Miss Judge was not a Sakota, she could still feel that there was a big emotional problem with the other party.

"Because that guy is an exception..."

Lavinia stared at the photo of Mikey on the business card. Seven years later, he didn't look mature at all, but... a little immature...

His amber pupils began to tremble violently, the tears he had just wiped away began to wet the business card in his hand, and his eyes moved to the thorn ring on the little finger of his right hand.

Memories from another reincarnation began to surface in Lavinia's mind.

At the end of the rainy season seven years ago, there was a trial that she would never forget, and...the farewell that she turned her back on the execution ground.

"...Do you know him? Miss Judge?"

"It's acquaintance."

Forcing herself to calm down, Lavinia put the business card away, took a deep breath, blinked, and slowly raised her lowered head to look at the place where Mikey left.

"He's a dangerous guy, a criminal, he talks

Don’t believe every word he says and stay away from him. "

"Huh? Really? I think Mr. Mackey seems to be a pretty good person except for his behavior problems."

Only then did the capable angel discover that Miss Judge's violent mood swings might be related to Mr. Mackey. What is the relationship between the two of them?

"I know him, I know him better than anyone else. By the way, I still don't know where you are from?"

Lavinia asked, changing the subject.

“We are Penguin Logistics from Longmen!”

"A logistics company?"

"That's right, no matter what kind of goods it is, whether it's as big as a pack animal or as small as a coin, we guarantee it will be delivered to you! Day and night, rain or shine, our customers' needs are our mission!"

"Okay, I understand. So friends from Longmen, I wish you a happy trip here."

Lavinia clenched the thorn hammer in her left hand, turned around and walked out the door.

"Now, I'm going to bring that criminal named Mikey to justice."

Her eyes changed from weak at the beginning to angry and firm.

Okay, Richard, you crashed my car, splashed me with mud and water, and avoided me. You know you are guilty, right? This time I will completely tie you up with the thorns of the law.sixty-nine. four-nine-three. six-one-three-five

...........

"You said that you were pulled into an alley and beaten up, and you didn't even see the other person's face clearly, is that right?"

In the tree-shaded park, Lapland stared at Gambino who was covered in injuries and asked.

"What? You don't believe it? Isn't this the most normal thing in Syracuse?"

Gambino touched the bag on his head and replied in a sullen voice.

"The key is that you are not dead. I would have believed you if you had been stabbed a few times, but you were simply beaten up and suffered some skin injuries, that's all."

Lapland tilted her head. She really couldn't think of any family that did this.

In Syracuse, a beating would not last long; it had to be bloody.

"Maybe it's because he has ancestor blood. When that man beat you, what did he say about you? Fury, is that the word?"

Capone next to him added quietly.

"That guy is a lunatic! It's simply unreasonable. If he hadn't been wearing a mask, I would have memorized his face, and then..."

"Wait, mask, you said the person who attacked you was wearing a mask? What kind of mask was it?"

Lapland interrupted, suddenly interested.

"I didn't see it clearly. It should be the mask of a certain kind of animal. What? Do you want to avenge us? Let me remind you first, that guy is very strong...at least much stronger than you."

Gambino hesitated before saying the last words.

"No, gentlemen, you can only experience the greatest joy of revenge by doing it yourself."

Lapland shook her head and asked the two of them:

"How did you do the task I gave you before?"

"Half and half."

"Very good. Now, I want you to go all out to investigate that mysterious masked thug."

Lapland showed an expectant smile, but Capone and Gambino seemed to see some kind of... fanaticism in her smile?

Chapter 42 Two Choices

"This land is just a piece of stinky shit! They are all a bunch of rags! The sun is just a little lantern!"

But no matter how much Mikey complained, it still couldn't change the fact that he was almost executed on the spot by Lavinia.

"Idiot system! Answer the phone!"

No matter how he thought about it, this was all the system's fault. It would be great if it could remind him properly. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Mikey simply put on a rooster hood and roared at the system.

[You scold again?Are you going to scold me again? ! ! ]

"Let me ask you, how does your simulation affect reality? Is it some kind of causal correction? In their eyes, I died seven years ago, but they... seem to still think I am alive. "

[Law of Causality?No, no, no, I can't do this yet. The so-called simulation, you should understand, is to use you as an anchor. People who encounter things related to you will think of the memory of the life when you were still alive. ]

[Remember, it is only related to you and is still alive. When Lavinia sees you, she thinks of the time she spent with Richard in her lifetime, that is, the time when you died in college and after graduation. , not the day after you die. ]

[The reason why she recognized you at a glance and did not regard you as an imitator is because the massacre has not yet occurred in this world, and your fan club has not yet appeared. ]

[So this does not mean that she has forgotten the memory of seven years ago in this world. After all, in this world, those people you killed are still alive. ]

"...It's so complicated, I can't understand it."

Mikey scratched the comb on the top of his head.

[The longer you live, the stupider you become, and your IQ deteriorates. I don’t even bother to seize the body of a host like you. ]

"You curse again?! You curse again?!"

[Well, let’s put it this way, for the living, they know that you are a reincarnation, the unkillable Mikey Richard. For the people who have been killed by you, they will get up when they see you. That terrible nightmare, got it?

]

"Then my trump card..."

[No, Mikey, if I were you, I would let others know that I am an undead, so they would be more wary. ]

"Ha, so, can you help me start a harem?"

[My evaluation is that they won’t be able to stand it if they directly go up to open the button. ]

[In Syracuse, just stay with Lavinia, the judge in the system who is on the list of rap belt graduates. Wow, can you take screenshots of everything in your dreams? ]

"Okay...shut up."

Mikey was hit by the system. Indeed, Richard Ye in the first life was considered a highly educated person, but now in the ninth life... emm, at least he is not a flexible employee.

Because now he is unemployed.

[*click*]

The system hung up the call.

After communicating with the system word by word, Mikey returned to his apartment. He expected to see the group of Saluzzo family members who would seek revenge on him and burn down his home, but to his surprise, As expected, everything is fine.

The door to the basement was opened, and long traces of blood were trailing on the ground. The four family members must have crawled back.

Originally, Mikey wanted to turn them into human centipedes, but no one wanted to be the tail, so he had no choice but to shave their heads, break their limbs, and release them in order not to impose his will on others.

He went upstairs and took off his mask. It was noon now. Mikey planned to sell all his family's belongings. After all, he was going to travel in the future.

Everyone has their own path to walk. Lavinia has Lavinia's thorny path, and she has her own path to reincarnation. As for the correct and only path, such a path does not exist.

The reason why he avoids Lavinia is also because Mikey understands her. She is a very controlling woman. If she catches him, he will probably never leave her in this life.

Feeling inexplicably sad, Mikey opened the door to his room. Unexpectedly, there was a strong man in a white suit sitting on the sofa waiting for him.

"Mikey, right? You are the reporter who spread the rumor that Wallach is about to betray the family head... Oh no, paparazzi, right?"

The family intimidator was playing with the finger tiger in his hand and asked straight to the point without any politeness.

"Let me clarify, that is not a rumor."

Mikey shook his head.

"Really? Well, Mr. Mackey, you have two choices now, either come with me to explain this misunderstanding to Mr. Wallach, and then re-express your point of view, and the matter will be over.

Or... tsk tsk... Do you know where the missing people in Volsini are? "

Hercules stood up. His arms were almost as big as Mikey's waist, but soon, these strong arms were holding on to the edge of the sofa like a baby, looking for some security. .

Because Mikey put on a hood in front of him and pulled out a pistol.

"You enjoy hurting people, don't you?"

Click - (the sound of a double-barreled shotgun being loaded)

The rooster mask becomes a pig head mask, and the silenced pistol in his hand becomes a hunting elephant.

"Ah...Richard...you...are not dead? No, no, no...I, I..."

The intimidator who was calm and calm just a second ago has completely lost the ability to express himself in words.

The name of a person, the shadow of a tree. The being in front of him had bloodbathed all the elite members of the Volsini family back then. Even masters like Dmitri and Wallach of his own family were killed by him. Killed easily.

In his eyes, his muscles are probably no different from the meat on the chopping board.

"I'll choose the first one, take me to Wallach, because I just need a deer head wall decoration, hurry up, if you don't want to turn into a Picasso graffiti."

..........

In a VIP box at the Miranda Grand Theater, Wallach was holding red wine and listening to the performance of the stage play outside. If he guessed correctly, the owner of the house, Joanna, was communicating with the actors from Longmen.

"Katrina"?She also used a pseudonym, which was a waste of time. Wallach couldn't help but think that his family leader was too conservative. Now that the last Texas has returned, she is with Young Master Bellone.

But Joanna did nothing... it was useless.

And that damn newspaper reporter, he seems to know something about himself. Indeed, for the Rossetti family, Wallach can betray his family when necessary.

I hope my subordinates can have a good talk with him.

dong dong——

There was a knock on the door.

"Please come in."

He put down the red wine, hoping that the visitor would bring him some good news.

"Boss...I brought that...reporter here. He said he wanted to have a good talk..."

Cold sweat broke out on his subordinate's forehead, and he looked like he was being threatened.

"What did you say? Are there other families standing behind that reporter..."

Wallach swallowed what he wanted to say next. He stood up in a panic and knocked the red wine on the table to the ground.

"Xiaolu~Xiaolu~ Your men gave me two choices, so I will also give you two choices, convince Joanna to join my harem, or... your head becomes a

Ornaments for my wall. "

Chapter 43 I’m back, I’m all back

Mikey's goal has always been clear, that is, like other protagonists in Ark's time-traveling novels, to have a close relationship with the beast-eared girl.

He doesn't like Killing Kill now. It turns out that Killing Kill ends badly. Richard is a good example.

He doesn't like playing tricks now. You see, Evil didn't even have an opponent to play chess in the abyss in the end.

But Mikey is a very contradictory person. It is clear that Lavinia is waiting for him, but he does not have the courage to face her directly.

Am I a racist?