Terra Hotline, crime simulator

"Okay, system, you can shut up. No one knows this mask better than me. After all, this is my first mask when I was Richard. By the way, can't your voice appear directly in my mind? ?Why do you have to do this?”

[A voice that appeared in my head out of thin air?Come on, that doesn't sound scientific at all. ]

The system's disdainful voice came from Potato.

"Hmm... What you said makes sense. Richard's story is not over yet. When is the next simulation?"

Mikey was convinced by this weird system. After all, he was also an extreme materialist.

[over you

After completing a crime, it can be opened at any time. ]

"Crime!? Oh my god, such a terrible thing?! Do you want me to eat pizza without ketchup? Or do you want me to drink coffee with sugar?!"

Hearing Mikey's exclamation, the system was silent for a moment, and then said a little speechlessly:

[...It's not these, it's murder, arson, robbery and theft, such as a terrorist attack on the Coliseum in Milan. ]

"Harm, what did I think? It's just such a small thing."

Mikey was relieved when he heard this. Fortunately, the system didn't let him do anything too evil.

[It seems that the fusion was quite successful... No, this is your outlook on life, right? !The reason for the first crime was to destroy a person's leg just for a little foam on the coffee? ! ]

"Oh, stupid system. Morality and sin are not absolute. They are defined by others. I only follow the laws of my heart? Wait for my good news, system."

Mikey threw the potatoes in his hand into the blender. Good, the noisy system finally shut up.

Then he glanced at the clock. It was now nine o'clock in the morning. After a brief wash, Mikey changed into formal clothes.

He looked in the mirror. He had gray hair and blue eyes, and was of medium to thin build. However, the figure of Richard in the simulator was tall and straight.

It's getting late, it's time to go to work.

Mikey has a job as a reporter for the Volsini newspaper, responsible for capturing the first news. At the same time, he is also the customer service of the newspaper, responsible for handling feedback and complaints.

But he is about to be fired, because recently several big families have begun to meddle in Volsini's public opinion. Mikey is a principled person and he will never report fake news.

After stuffing the cock hood and the bandaged Mr. Crowbar into the briefcase, Mikey walked out of the apartment humming a pleasant ditty.

Today was a bad day, the oppressive moisture in the air made the tip of his tail less fluffy, and Volsini's rainy season was approaching.

Coincidentally, Richard's story took place in the rainy season of 1092, seven years ago, when the Texas family had not yet betrayed the Sicilian lady.

Before time travel, Mikey was a boatman, but he was a skipper. After all, he mainly played this game for the beast-eared girl, so he didn't know much about the plot.

But in fact, after traveling into the game, I discovered that those beast-eared girls were too far away from me. Lapland was the eldest lady of the Saluzzo family, and ordinary people couldn't see her. Besides, she was too dangerous. Mikey once I have heard of bloody incidents about her more than once.

Texas, on the other hand, has been in Colombia for a long time, and even Justice Lavinia has no chance of it.

He was unknown in this life, which was probably the worst reincarnation. He was a little envious of Richard in the simulator.

But even so, Mikey still loves Syracuse and loves life, even if there are many idiots and idiots on this land.

........

The newspaper office is located on the second floor of an office building in the city center, next to the Volsini Hotel.

Going upstairs to the office, the ridicule from his colleagues was particularly harsh today. Sure enough, he was fired.

"Hush, here comes Mikey, the guy who has been claiming that Wallach intends to betray Joanna, the leader of the Rossetti family."

"Tsk tsk, the cost of spreading rumors about the family is not small. It's a miracle that he can survive to this day."

"You weirdo who talks to a crowbar, the editor-in-chief tells you to pack your things and go home."

A red-haired Lupe woman smiled contemptuously at herself, and next to her stood a white-haired Lupe man.

Mikey guessed that he was the person who was about to replace him.

"This is Ryan, from the Saluzzo family. He will take your place from now on."

Saluzzo, it’s Saluzzo again, it’s really tiring for ordinary people to live in this kind of city. Mikey went from not being able to drink fragrant foam coffee to losing his job in less than a day, and it’s all Saluzzo’s fault. Given by the family.

Mikey shrugged. Losing his job was a trivial matter, and it didn't require Mr. Crowbar to take action.

"Okay, I'll get out of here right now. Wait, who of you touched the cigarettes on my table?"

But when he was packing his things, he found that the cigarette box on his table had been moved.

"You mean that box of low-quality Colombian cigarettes? I threw them into the trash can. To be honest, the taste of these cigarettes is not as good as Longmen's electronic cigarettes. Man, you have really bad taste."

"...I'm sorry, what did you say?"

Mikey looked at him with a flat expression.

"What? Are you angry? It's just a box of low-quality cigarettes. Here, I can buy you ten boxes with this money."

Ryan looked disdainful and slapped a few Longmen coins on Mikey's table.

"No, that's the last thing you said."

"I said you have really bad taste."

Mikey smiled bitterly and shook his head. The red-haired woman next to him hurriedly urged:

"Okay, Mikey, he's from the Saluzzo family. Be careful what you say. It's just a pack of cigarettes. Let's forget about it."

Mikey ignored the two of them. After packing up his things, he walked to the door and showed Ryan a mysterious smile:

"Oh, by the way, I have the original underwear of the eldest lady of your family, Lapland. Do you want to come to my house and try it?"

".....What did you say?!"

Angered, Ryan chased

Go up.

.........

After Ryan woke up, he found that he was fixed on a chair. He felt a severe headache. He only remembered that he chased the young man named Mikey and wanted to teach him a lesson, but who knew that the guy led him away? Go to the alley and grab a crowbar right out of the briefcase.

This should be a basement. There is still damp water on the ground, and a dim old light above the head is flashing constantly.

There was a half-open iron door in front of him, but Ryan was tied up and couldn't move.

Dang, Dong, Ding, Dang...

There was a sound of some kind of metal hitting the wall in the corridor outside the door, and the sound came from far to near.

Some kind of unspeakable panic arose in Ryan's heart.

"Damn it... I need to get out of here quickly... I need to inform the corner boss that someone is attacking the Saluzzo family..."

boom--!

The next second, the iron door was kicked open, Ryan stopped struggling, and a man wearing a baseball jacket and a rooster hood slowly walked in, holding a bandaged crowbar in his hand.

When he saw the rooster hood, for some reason, Ryan's fear in his heart was magnified countless times, as if the other party would eat him alive.

"Okay! Okay! What do you want to know?! What do you want? I can tell you anything!"

Ryan intensified the rhythm of breaking away from the rope, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

But Mikey just walked towards him silently. With every step he took, Ryan's pupils dilated a little, and the vaguest and most terrifying memories deep in his mind were awakened at this moment.

On July 1092, 7, the massacre of the Texan family in Colombia occurred. It was a fear engraved in the DNA of every Syracusan.

".........Richard!!!"

"I get it, it's just a pack of cigarettes! Stop! Please!!"

........

Violent crimes in Syracuse include the following crimes: intentional homicide, intentional injury, causing death or causing serious injury and severe disability by particularly cruel means.

After returning home, Mikey collapsed on the sofa. It seemed that he would need to exercise more in the future, and Mikey didn't want to repeat Richard's methods. He wanted to have his own pursuits, such as buying a tape to speak for himself, and Unlike Richard who is more taciturn.

This sounds cool.

Jingle Bell--

Mikey casually took the napkin on the table, which was the call the system called him.

[Congratulations to the host for completing the task, you can start the next simulation at any time! ]

The system sounds happy.

"let's start."

[Okay, please note that this simulation takes a long time and you cannot exit halfway. Once danger occurs during the simulation, the system will force the host to exit the simulation. ]

Chapter 5 Silence (Part [-])

[To be honest, sometimes you really hate this damn city, the long and wet rainy season, the boring and exaggerated dramas, and these idiots who think they are Sicilian. ]

[After you got home, you wiped off the blood on the baseball bat and found that it was bent a little. Maybe you should change it to a harder baseball bat]

[Lying on the bed, only a Syracusan would be so excited that he couldn't sleep because of the bloody killing he had done for the first time, but you were just a little tired and soon lost consciousness. ]

[You returned to the door of the club the next morning. Unlike murderers who often like to return to the crime scene to admire their masterpieces, you just wanted to see someone there. ]

[Sure enough, you met Lavinia. It seems that the culprit of the case Miss Judge took over on her first day in office turned out to be her best friend. ]

"Good morning, Richard, I thought you left the city last night. After all, you are a guy who pursues efficiency."

Lavinia was wearing a brand-new judge's robe. She looked like she had short hair, but in fact she had her long braids wrapped around her chest, making her look more solemn.

"Lavinia."

Richard waved to her, then pointed at the three bodies covered with blue plastic sheets at the door of the club, raised his eyebrows and said:

"The judge had a murder case on his first day on the job, look, well, but it was in Syracuse, so I wouldn't be surprised at all."

Lavinia sighed and said:

"It would be unreasonable if there weren't so many corpses on the streets of Syracuse on a certain day. This time it is probably another vendetta between families."

At this moment, several members of the Rossetti family came out of the club. They stared at Richard with unkind eyes. One of the men from Elafia nodded slightly to Lavinia:

"You said one thing wrong, Miss Judge. This is not a vendetta. I have never heard of a family of killers who like to kill their enemies with blunt objects. Generally speaking, we use knives or crossbows. "

"Mr. Wallach, I am not unfamiliar with how families liquidate their enemies. I am not interested in the contradictory relationships between major families. There is no difference in my eyes between vendetta and debt repayment."

Lavinia paused and said to Wallach seriously: "I just want to make sure that the Rossetti family really doesn't want the court to get involved in this matter?"

"The court serves the family. This is the ancient tradition of Syracuse. This matter has

Through the head of Joanna's family in the branch, she reported it to the Texas family in Colombia, and they should know some inside information. "

After saying this, Wallach waved his hand, and the family members carried away the three corpses. Before leaving, he glanced at Richard, who had been silent. He was very uncomfortable.

After the Rossetti family left, Lavinia turned to Richard and asked:

"Have you had breakfast? If not, let's go to the pizza shop together."

"Row."

........

"I really don't understand why you put strawberry jam every time you eat pizza. How do you manage to eat it?"

Dining with Richard was a headache for everyone in Syracuse, and only Lavinia dared to dine with him during college.

"How about you try it? It doesn't taste as bad as you think."

Richard handed a piece of pizza smeared with strawberry jam to Lavinia's mouth. Lavinia frowned and couldn't hide even if she wanted to, so she had to close her eyes and eat it bravely.

"Well....."

"Lavinia, I plan to go to Colombia in a while, but before that, I plan to be your partner and help you find 'justice'."

"...Well...you finally figured it out? That's great Richard."

Lavinia swallowed the pizza, and her frown finally relaxed. To her surprise, the taste was just a little sweet, but she then asked hesitantly:

"So...are you going to work for the Bellone family? I think you should understand that a judge who pursues 'justice' must either have a strong backer, or he will suddenly 'disappear' one day."

"Do not."

Richard shook his head, pointed at Lavinia and said:

"I will not rely on any family. I will become your personal secretary, that is, a secretary to assist you in handling cases. So, my biggest support is you, Lavinia."

[You saw a smile on Lavinia's face for the first time this morning, but good times always pass quickly. You have to go home. The phone on the table is waiting for you. ]

[On the way home, you bought a new baseball bat that looked like wood but was actually made of alloy. ]