Terra Hotline, crime simulator

"Wow, look what I found, a lone deer... Why are you here? Are you afraid of me?"

The man whispered something, but Alina didn't hear it clearly. She blinked her bright blue eyes and looked up at him. This strange visitor on the snowfield made her a little uneasy. She moved her legs and slightly Somewhat panicked.

"Can I have a drink?"

The man squatted in front of Alina, showed her a friendly smile, pointed to the kettle in her hand and said.

Looking into those slightly hollow eyes, Alina hesitated for a moment, handed over the kettle in her hand, and whispered:

"If you feel thirsty, take it, but be careful, the water is a bit cold..."

The man took the kettle and drank it in one gulp. The cold water passed through his throat, but he exhaled a mouthful of white hot breath.

"Thank you, what happened to the injury on your hand?"

He handed the kettle back to Alina and pointed to the whiplash on her arm.

"I just... I met the pickets... and then... uh... I had a little misunderstanding..."

Alina's brain was running rapidly. She didn't know who this man was. Judging from his appearance alone, he must not be a civilian. What would happen if he was told that he was attacked by a picket that liked to oppress civilians? s consequence?

Which side will he be on?

If he were one of those officials, then he might be in trouble again.

The Elafia girl didn't want to cause trouble, so she chose to hide this common but cruel fact.

"Did you misunderstand them? Or did they misunderstand you?"

But the man obviously wanted to get to the bottom of it.

"These things...are not so friendly, I'm afraid, sir, you know."

"I don't know, what does this unfriendly thing mean? Why does it hurt your arm?"

The man still kept his smile and said softly.

"...If you must ask."

Alina was silent for a moment and then said:

"That was a picket. He was young and a little smaller than me, but he was very fierce. He made up a random reason and stole my money, and then he..."

Alina indicated her wound with her eyes.

"How much did you steal?" the man asked.

"Not much...just some coins that I usually save."

Alina smiled bitterly and told the truth. She found that this man had no ill intentions towards her.

"In my experience, if you are robbed of coins first, then paper money is next, then your annual food crops, and finally everything you have."

The man's tone didn't sound like he was joking.

"No, it's impossible. Although the pickets are brutal, they can't do it to this extent yet. I'm not an infected person, I just... have bad luck today."

"Bad luck? Huh? That cruel guy robbed your property and gave you a whip, but you blame it on bad luck?"

The man seemed to have heard something incredible. He rolled his blue eyes and said:

"No, madam, we are not friends, but we will definitely become friends in the future. I have to say, if the person who was robbed was me." The man stared into her eyes and continued:

"I will definitely kill him with my own hands."

But Alina smiled, very, very sadly, and she said, somewhat jokingly:

"Maybe you can do this, but I'm just a civilian, so what can I do? Killing won't solve the problem. Even if I resist even a little bit, my village will suffer.

I also hope that people like him can be punished as they deserve. If you say so, are you really capable of doing this?Help me kill him?hehe......."

The man took off his gloves and held Alina's palm with one hand, but the latter shivered. She was surprised to find that even with thick gloves, the man's hands were still colder than snow.

"Of course I can do that, so you want me to help you kill that person?"

"Ah? Why do you think so? I was just venting my anger and making a joke. That picket is not..."

"Stop it, ma'am."

The man got close to her, and Alina felt that there was something indescribable about this guy.

Repressed.

"That picket soldier is young and short, right? Just one sentence, do it or not?"

Alina felt her heart beating violently. Only then did she realize that this man was a Luper, and there were very few Lupers in Ursus.

"Wait for me......."

There was something wrong with this man. Alina panicked and tried to stand up, but the man supported her.

"It's time for me to go, sir. My village is behind this cedar forest."

She wanted to leave here in a hurry.

"I will go with you."

"what?"

Alina froze on the spot, and the man followed her, with the cold smile on her face again:

"You can call me Malvo, I'm a university professor of history and folklore, and I'd like to learn about the 'babayaga' (night devil) story from the residents of this neighborhood."

Chapter 142 Recipe

The man who called himself Malvo followed Alina back to the village, silently following the frightened Elafia girl.

Alina didn't even dare to look back at him, even though she didn't hear the rustle of the other person walking in the snow along the way.

But the only thing Alina was sure of was that Malvo never took his eyes away from her.

A stranger came to the village. According to other circumstances, villagers would definitely come to watch, but now the continuous snowstorm has swallowed up people's curiosity and hope. Many people just hide behind the dilapidated doors. He looked at Malvo with various eyes.

"Tallulah! I'm back!"

Alina took Malvo to the dilapidated wooden house behind the village. She knocked on the door. After a while, the house opened, and a Drake girl appeared in front of them.

"Alina, did you encounter any danger on the road? Did those pickets give you any trouble..."

Before she finished speaking, Tallulah's smile froze on her face. She saw a man standing behind the helpless Alina who clearly didn't belong here.

"Alina? This is...?"

Tallulah took a step back subconsciously, and glanced at her sword beside the wooden table with the corner of her eye.

"Ah, this is Mr. Malvo. He said that he is a university professor and wants to come here to inquire about the folklore of Ursus."

Alina said quickly.

"A university professor? Coming to a place like this?"

The vigilance in Tallulah's eyes did not drop. Her nerves were tense, observing Malvo's every move without trace, making sure that he would not suddenly strangle Alina's neck to threaten herself.

Over the past year, she has been worried that her identity will be exposed and that those snake scales from Cosiche will come back to her door again.

"Hello, beautiful Ms. Drake, it's really cold outside. Can I come in and sit down?"

Malvo pretended not to notice Tallulah's little actions. He glanced at the furnishings in the wooden house. The decoration in the small and medium-sized room was simple, and there was only a trace of cold ashes and embers in the fireplace, which made people feel nothing at all. warmth.

"...Please come in."

After a moment of silence, Tallulah finally gave up her position. Malvo walked into the room and sat on the recliner where Tallulah was sitting just like the owner of the house.

"Alina, what happened to the injury on your arm? Who did this to you?!"

It was only then that Tallulah noticed the scars on Alina's arm. Her tone revealed a hint of anger, and she turned to look at Malvo who was thinking nothing.

"Tallulah, this matter has nothing to do with Mr. Malvo. I encountered some trouble on the road..."

Alina covered the wound on her arm, and this action accidentally caused her to grit her teeth and take a breath.

"The 'trouble' she meant was that today the picket team encountered a girl who went out to buy food. She thought she had some money to make, but she didn't expect she only had a few money and she had to waste energy to buy food. She whipped her."

Malvo suddenly interrupted. He put the book he had brought on the table, then took out a small orange medicine bottle from his coat pocket and put it on the table.

"But today is your lucky day. I have some anti-inflammatory medicine here. Take it and use it. Inflamed wounds can be really troublesome."

"It's that group of pickets again. I didn't expect that their appetite has expanded to this extent, even civilians are not spared. I'm sorry, Alina, I should go out with you..."

Tallulah blamed herself a little. She rarely went out. Firstly, she was afraid that her identity would be recognized by others, but she was also worried that the villagers would find out that she was an infected person.

".......thanks."

She took the bottle of anti-inflammatory medicine from Malvo and was slightly shocked when she saw the label on it. Why did this so-called "university professor" have a bottle of anti-inflammatory medicine from the Ursus military?

She silently applied the medicine to Alina, while Malvo watched silently.

"Maybe, Alina, we have to do something. I've had enough of their oppression of us..."

After carefully dressing Alina's wound, Tallulah said this unintentionally, and then she immediately realized that there was a mysterious third party here.

"Tallulah... there is a fire in your eyes, you want to ignite something, you want to burn something, you feel that all this is wrong, you are enduring, you are almost to the limit of endurance... ."

Alina hugged Tallulah tightly, and only the other person could hear the words she whispered.

"But what can we do? It shouldn't be now, Tallulah, it shouldn't be now, and we don't have enough power."

"Ahem, ladies, please don't neglect me as a guest, okay?"

Malvo put his hands on each other and stared at them with his eyes, which made the little deer feel frightened. Tallulah felt a sense of discomfort in her heart. She pulled Alina to sit down and asked Malvo in a deep voice:

"I'm curious as to why a university professor would have a vial of potion from the Ursusian military."

"I'm also curious about why there is a Drak girl in military uniform in the Ursus village?"

The atmosphere gradually became colder. Alina relaxed the atmosphere and said:

"Mr. Malvo, thank you again for the medicine, but aren't you here to collect folklore?"

"Ah...it seems like this. If you didn't remind me, I would have forgotten my purpose."

Malvo opened the book he carried with him. There were many beautiful illustrations and neat handwriting.

Alina curiously leaned her head over and discovered unexpectedly that this was not a printed book. All the contents in the book were hand-drawn by the author.

Those illustrations looked like the beast relatives of the Terran race, and some of them were monsters that Alina couldn't recognize. Maybe they were the beast relatives of Sarkaz.

But in the text part, Xiaolu didn’t understand a single word.

"Have you heard of the Night Devil?"

Malvo asked.

"Night Demon, this is something Master Ursus specially created to scare children. Legend has it that as long as those children don't sleep peacefully at night, the Night Demon will come and take them away."

"What will you do after you are captured?"

"...Uh, maybe eat them? I can't tell. You can't play games with the children."

Alina thought for a moment and replied.

"That's it..."

Malvo took out a pen and scribbled on his book, and then he asked:

"So how much do you know about another Ursus legend, the 'Immortal Black Snake'?"

"You are not a native of Ursus. The stories you asked are all basic common sense."

Tallulah's heart skipped a beat when she heard the black snake, and she interrupted.

"I never said I was an Usaan. I just wanted to see some of your local people's views on the monsters in local legends."

"Black Snake, to be precise, he is not a legend, he actually exists. It is rumored that a certain Grand Duke is his incarnation..."

Faced with Malvo's questions, Alina honestly told the story she knew.

"Mr. Malvo, are you planning to publish a book about Ursus folklore?"

After the story was told, Alina became interested in the book Malvo was writing.

"No, this is just my private recipe."

Malvo shook his head and smiled.

"menu?"

"Yes, I have always been very strict about food."