Terra Hotline, crime simulator

"...Do those legends have anything to do with your recipes?"

"Of course it does matter. What do you think of those legendary creatures? I mean about the taste."

Malvo sat upright and said in a joking tone.

"Many people's fear of those monsters comes from the unknown. We assume that suddenly one day after your parents finished telling their scary stories before going to bed, they brought a pot of fragrant broth the next day and told you, This is 'that immortal black snake', they taste great and are very nutritious, gurgling, it doesn't sound so scary anymore, they are animals too, animals that can be eaten."

He couldn't help but laugh at the end, but to a certain pale Draco girl, it wasn't funny at all.

"Haha... Mr. Malvo, this is not funny at all. Monsters are monsters because they do not exist. They are just folklore." Tallulah said.

"Really? Did the monsters come first and then the legends? Or did the monsters come after the legends?"

Malvo closed the book and said to Tallulah:

"I rarely meet the Drak race. I won't discuss your identity here, I'm just talking about your race. Drak is born to be a race that stands at the top of the food chain, even if they are with bears, deer, etc. Animals live together, but they still cannot hide their predatory qualities.

So, when you treat those who stand in your way as your lunch and dinner, then you don't have to think about 'what to do'. "

He stood up, left a business card on the table, then turned to Alina and said:

"Take good care of yourself, kind little deer. If you encounter any trouble, you can come to Chernobog to find me. I think we will meet again in the future."

"Wait, stop, who are you?"

As Malvo approached the door, Tallulah suddenly stopped him, holding the

Long Sword, she had a hunch in her heart that if she let the Riddler go without any reason this time, she might encounter a lot of trouble in the future.

"Mackey Lecter Malvo, Tallulah."

This time Malvo called Tallulah's name, and Tallulah breathed.

“But sometimes, the issue of race cannot completely determine the identity of the predator. If a dragon wearing herbivore skin stays with herbivores for a long time, it may actually become a herbivore.

Why is the human eye better at picking out shades from green than from other colors?

When you figure this out, I'll invite you to join me for dinner. "

..........

"What a strange and dangerous guy, Tallulah. He recognizes you, but you don't recognize him?"

After Malvo left, Alina and Tallulah relit the fireplace. They huddled together and felt the few warmth in the winter.

"I don't know...you feel it too? The cold aura on his body is not the Origin Stone skill. I can't feel the fluctuations of the Origin Stone skill."

Tallulah stared at the roaring fire in the fireplace.

"Well, like a cold-blooded animal, when he came in, I felt the temperature in the room dropped a bit."

Alina tugged on the corner of Tallulah's clothes and continued:

"When you came to this village that day, I noticed that your background must be quite big. Tallulah, you are someone who wants to do big things. This village will definitely not be able to accommodate you in the future."

"........"

Tallulah fell into silence. She carefully savored the words Malvo left for him, but she still couldn't understand the reason.

At this moment, the door was opened, and an old Usas woman hurried in. When she saw that both of them were still there, she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh, luckily my two girls are still here, eh? Alina, what's the matter with the injury on your arm?"

The old woman looked worried and pulled Alina up to check her injuries. The latter waved her hand and said:

"It's okay, it's okay, it's just some scratches. Mom, what happened to you in such a hurry?"

"Something big happened in the next few villages. When adults come to ask you questions, you must answer them truthfully."

"grown ups?"

Tallulah frowned. Generally speaking, adults in the old mother's words were not a good thing.

"Let me ask you something, girls."

A strong voice came, and then a strong, tall Ursus man in uniform squeezed into the hut.

"You are......?"

Tallulah narrowed her eyes and stretched her hand towards the sword.

"Relax, girls, I'm not on the picket line, I'm a police officer, from Chernobog."

The policeman took out his ID card. He glanced at Tallulah's military uniform, but said nothing.

"Vermeer police from the moving city? Why did you come to this remote village."

Alina was relieved to see that it was not a picket, and then she asked.

"Because I'm investigating a case, a serial murder case. The Emperor is on high, and the dead are all young girls like you. Is there any water? I'm dying of thirst. Give me some."

The old woman next to him poured a glass of water for the policeman. The latter drank it down in one gulp, cleared his throat and continued:

"First, the daughter of a noble in Checheng disappeared, then the civilian students, and then the girls in the small villages near the mobile route... Eyewitnesses saw a strange man wandering around here recently. I I want to ask you about what you have seen and heard recently.”

Chapter 143 Is he the murderer?

"A Ruper with platinum blond hair, tall and thin, holding a thick book in his hand, claiming to be a university professor majoring in history? I will go to the university in Chernobog to ask later. , is there a man named Malvo?"

Detective Vermeer raised his eyebrows and quickly wrote down what Alina described.

"So, Mr. Detective, what happened? Could this man be the murderer?"

Now thinking back to the scene when he faced Malvo alone, Xiaolu couldn't help but sweat on his palms.

"It's the Night Devil who's coming! There are rumors in the neighboring villages that the monster coaxed the girls into the forest, and then they never came back."

The old woman who adopted Tallulah suddenly said nervously:

"Tallulah, Alina, you must have encountered the incarnation of the Night Demon. Please stay in the village and don't go out during these days."

"Mom, that's just folklore. How could such a thing really exist?"

"Yes, old mother, that thing is just a product of superstition."

Tallulah and Alina said at the same time, they exchanged a look, Tallulah hesitated, and then decided to give the detective the address Malvo left for her.

"This is the address left by the man. She said we can go to him if we get into trouble."

Malvo is very mysterious. He does not belong to the people who are chasing him, nor does he belong to the picket team. Although he has shown a certain degree of friendliness, Tallulah is still unwilling to trust him.

The police detective took the note and glanced at it. The address on it was a dental clinic on Willow Street, District [-], Chernobog.

"Ha! I think you have all been deceived by him. Either this address is false, or he is not a so-called university professor at all, but a dentist!"

He patted his head as if he had made some important discovery.

"So, Mr. Detective, what happened?"

Alina asked quietly.

"Okay, girls, I can reveal some news to you. After all, you are just a group of ignorant village girls. The best you can do is treat this matter as a weird talk after dinner."

The detective put on his police hat, recalled the bloody scenes he encountered at the crime scene and said:

"So far, we have found a total of seven corpses, three from Elafia girls, three from Ursus, and one from Liboli. They..."

Speaking of this, Detective Vermeer clenched his fists and his expression darkened:

"The murderer stripped them naked like animals, then strangled them alive with a noose in the snow, and finally cut off all their ears and tails and packed them away. When we found them, their bodies had almost been killed by wild beasts. Eat it clean..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the scene was completely silent.

"So, be careful these days, girls, the Night Demon is here. I have to go home quickly to see my daughter, but I must not let her be taken away."

The detective sighed, nodded to them, and then turned and left.

.........

In the afternoon, the northern mines of Chernobog.

"These unscrupulous people have nothing to gain from them. Today I met a village girl who went shopping. She only had a few dollars."

There were two pickets standing guard at the entrance of the mine. One of the slightly shorter pickets rubbed his frozen hands and said to his companions.

"Because the taxes are so heavy, the gentlemen above simply don't leave any broth for us."

His companion also said angrily.

"Okay, keep your voice down, you can't say these things in the daytime, wait, is that a person in front of you?

Hello!stop!If you take another step forward, don’t blame us for being rude! "

A black figure suddenly appeared on the ice field, and Malvo walked towards them.

"Good afternoon, gentlemen, I came to see you."

Malvo smiled and greeted them both.

"Who are you? Generally, people who come to the mine have only two options. Mining with those damn infected people, or let the mine director come and receive him personally... I don't think you are the second one. Humanoid.”

Not the first type of person either, the short picket muttered to himself.

"I only have two things to do here."

Malvo stepped forward and said:

"Have you ever seen, oh my gosh, let me think about how I describe that thing, he's tall, he's big, he's holding a big shield, he's holding a spear, he's got horns on his head, he's got red eyes , like a large beast of burden.”

"Large beast of burden? You're not talking about Wendigo, are you?"

One of the pickets interrupted him impatiently.

"Yes, yes, have you seen those creatures? Have you heard their stories?"

Malvo seemed to be interested. He took out his cookbook and waited for the picket soldier's next words.

"Okay, sir, I've heard that there is a heavily armored Wendigo in the elite northern army of the empire, but it doesn't seem to be pure blood. I heard that three Wendigos can destroy a city!"

"that's it?"

"What's wrong? Are you not satisfied?"

"The emperor introduced and raised Wendigos from Kazdare for military purposes. Why can't they be eaten? Or maybe the Grand Dukes had eaten the flesh and blood of Wendigos and found them unpalatable, so they threw them away. On the battlefield?"

The two pickets looked at each other, unable to get the laugh out of Malvo.

"Is there something wrong with your mind? Get out of here, you already got what you want."

Malvo's smile froze on his face.

"No, I have a second question. I heard that a girl named 'Alina' in a nearby village was whipped, and there was a wound on her tender arm."

"It's obvious, isn't it? Are you here to seek justice for her? I advise you to stay out of your own business."

said the short picket.

"Did you steal her money?"

"......"

The atmosphere suddenly turned cold. The two pickets put their hands on the short sticks at their waists. Finally, the mercenary who robbed Alina of her money mustered up the courage and said:

"Seeing that you are well-dressed, let me give you a piece of advice, sir. Have you seen the Originium mines piled up over there?

With just a slight rub, a small wound will appear on your body, and then you will be infected. Then the next time we talk will be at the innermost place, and you will no longer stand talking to me.

So, what do you want? "

Malvo stared at him for a long time, and after about five seconds, he said:

"No, I just came to see you. Okay, now that I've finished reading, it's time to go."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Chapter 144 There is a demon there

"Zoya (absinthia), I will be home soon. The signal here is not very good. I am

Driving...what did you say?Don’t worry about me, dad, it’s safe to go to the police today..."

The traces left by the setting sun on the ice field road are like a pool of cold blood, and after dusk comes the long night. The night in Ursus is long and cold.

This afternoon, police detectives visited several villages around Checheng, and the biggest gain was information about the man named Malvo.

At this moment, he was driving the police car back to Chernobog. After turning a corner and passing through the northern mine, he didn't know when another black car appeared in front of him. It was heading in the same direction as himself. Chernobog.

It's just that this is a car without a license plate number.