Terra Hotline, crime simulator

He realized something was wrong, immediately turned on the alarm bell on the roof of the car, stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and stepped forward to stop the car.

"gentlemen."

He slowly approached with a flashlight, and the car's window slowly rolled down.

"Please show your driver's license and ID card."

Malvo, who was sitting in the driver's seat, was wearing a pair of glasses and a knitted hat. The detective did not shine the flashlight directly on his face. He only observed that this man had a pair of extremely cold blue eyes.

"We can do that."

Malvo held the steering wheel and said without looking at the detective:

"If you ask me for documents, I will tell you 'this is not my car, I borrowed it' and see how things develop next. Of course we can do this... after all, we follow the rules, but The result, I think, is something you definitely don’t want to see.”

Then he let go of the wheel, put his hands out of sight of the detective and continued, "Or we could do this and you get back in your squad car and drive away."

The detective swallowed, his legs were shaking, whether from the cold or something else.

"Why should I do this? Sir, please get out of the car immediately and accept investigation."

"Because there are some roads you shouldn't take."

Malvo had no intention of getting out of the car, and his voice became a little hollow.

"Because in the past, the map of 'life' would be marked with 'There are demons there.' Now it is no longer marked, but it does not mean that there are no demons there."

"Dad? Dad? What happened to you over there? Are you in any danger?"

Oops, the detective cursed in his mind. The cell phone in his car was still on and not turned off.

"...I'm fine here, Desya!"

He shouted something loudly into the car, and then said to Malvo:

"It's time to get off, sir!"

"Deya? Is this your daughter's name? Let me guess, does your daughter have long chestnut hair and beautiful red eyes like you? How old is she this year?"

"..."

The detective subconsciously took a step back. Even a fool could hear the threat in Malvo's words. His eyes were fixed on the other person's hands hidden in the darkness.

"Please get out of the car immediately..."

He guessed that Malvo should be holding a weapon in his hand. Was it a crossbow or a blunderbuss?What kind of weapon gave him such bold self-confidence?

"Let me tell you what's going to happen, Officer Vermeer, I'm going to roll up the window and drive away, and you're going to go home and see your daughter, and every few years, you're going to look her in the face, She knows you are alive because you chose not to follow a certain path on a certain night.

You chose to go to the light, not the darkness. "

The detective's heart almost jumped into his throat. This man knew his real name!And he also directly guessed what his daughter looked like...

He only has this one daughter, and only this one relative. Today he was also worried during the investigation, worried that his daughter would die like those girls.

"gentlemen......"

"Now, I'm going to roll down the window, and you, you have to go home and see your daughter, and be careful that she doesn't get caught by the Night Stalker."

Malvo nodded at him, then rolled down the window and started the engine.

"*Usas expletive*!"

The police detective looked at the car taillights fading away in the cold wind, and kicked the ground as if to vent his anger.

........

The next morning, the temperature rose and the snow melted a little. Alina and Tallulah, who were still immersed in sleep, were woken up by a panicked sound.

"Alina! Tallulah! Girls, don't sleep! The pickets are coming!"

The old woman hurriedly opened the door of the cabin and grabbed the sleepy Tallulah and Alina.

"Mom...are they checking for infected people again?!"

Alina shook the sleepy Tallulah and said:

"Tallulah! You have to hide quickly, or it will be the end if they find you!"

"......how so......"

Tallulah complained, and an angry roar from outside the house immediately sobered her up.

"Alina! Do you have a girl named Alina here! Come out quickly! Otherwise we will have to search from house to house!"

Alina? !The pickets are looking for Alina? !What exactly is this for?

The two people quickly got dressed and went to the square with the old woman, where many villagers had gathered.

The picket team surrounded them, and the picket captain, who was as violent as a beast and had bloodshot eyes, waved his whip and shouted to the group of villagers:

"Who among you is Alina?! Come forward quickly! Don't cover her up, or you will bear the consequences!"

"She...she is Alina!"

I don't know who identified it, and the crowd immediately made way for them. Then, Alina and Tallulah stepped forward with eyes that contained various meanings.

"I am Alina, you...what do you want from me?"

Alina said timidly.

"Oh, sir, I swear on my life that this child is definitely not an infected person, and she didn't do anything. She was whipped by you yesterday!"

The old woman wanted to plead for mercy in the morning, but was blocked by the pickets.sixty-nine. four-nine-three. six-one-three-five

"Go away, you old immortal, this is none of your business!"

The picket captain came to Alina and stared at her. Behind her, Tallulah had already grasped the long sword hidden in her coat.

"...Do you know this man? You'd better not lie and tell him his whereabouts honestly!"

The picket leader took out a scrawled portrait. The person painted on it was none other than Malvo, who came here yesterday.

Chapter 145 "Angel"

"Do you want to hear what that guy did to our companions? Well, I hope you won't vomit when you see the next scene."

Alina and Tallulah were taken to the mine to the north by the pickets. There, Tallulah saw the ragged infected people, standing in a row like criminals about to be shot, hanging their heads, looking at He touched his frozen and exposed toes.

In front of them was a raised piece of dirty white cloth, which seemed to be covered with something.

"For the emperor's sake, let me ask you one last time! Have you seen that son of a bitch stranger?! Is he a night demon?"

A strong picket whipped them hard, but in the eyes of Tallulah and Alina, the whip seemed not to be on the flesh, but on the ice, and the infected people also looked like they were being whipped. Like ice cubes, his eyes were just numb.

"Okay, bring all these infected people back to the mine and don't let them stop working."

The picket captain waved his hand as if to shoo away flies. The pickets brought the infected people down, and then he said to Tallulah and Alina:

"I can be said to be the most merciful picket captain around here. As long as you don't harbor infected people, I usually rarely cause trouble for you."

Then he lifted up the bloody white cloth in the center of the square.

Underneath the white cloth is a kneeling Sakota.

To be precise, it was a flesh-and-blood Sarkota made from the corpse of an Ursus.

A big bloody hole was exposed on the back of the short picket. The skin on his back was cruelly torn off and spread out like Sakota's wings. What supported these wings were his own ribs and the top of his head. That bloody halo...it was made up of the shins of his thighs.

What's even weirder is that the corpse has a smile on its face.

"vomit......."

The poor little deer had never seen such a scene before. Her face turned pale in the next second. Fortunately, she came in a hurry and didn't eat any breakfast, otherwise she would really vomit it out.

"Do you want me to help you kill him?"

"Yes or no?"

Her mind flashed back to Malvo talking to herself.

This is not a joke, he really did it.

This is a work of art.

Tallulah next to her suddenly came up with such a weird idea.

Why Sakota?

No, no, no, this doesn't seem to be a sakota. Tallulah suddenly remembered that such a creature appeared in Mr. Lecter's recipe book, in the first few pages of Night Stalker.

There were a few words that looked like Victorian.

"Angel Wings"

Is this the name of a dish?

"Next, I'm going to show you his behind. This is the highlight."

The picket captain held his nose and walked around behind the corpse.

Through the big hole in the chest, Tallulah and Alina could see that the guy's internal organs were cooked, arranged in the chest and hung on the spine like a pot of stew.

Only a piece of liver is missing.

A strange fragrance also followed, and the two people who had not eaten breakfast subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and then they felt dizzy and nauseated.

"I didn't discover this body until this morning. If I hadn't done it faster, his internal organs would have been eaten by the jealous infected. Evan, tell me everything you saw yesterday. "

He shouted not far away, and then a shrunken picket came over. He couldn't bear to look directly at the body of his companion who was standing guard with him yesterday, and stammered:

"...Sir...yesterday, a...a man came to make trouble. He first asked us some questions about the Wendigo, and then asked whether Orlov had robbed it. This village girl's money...and then he left...The feeling he gave us at that time was terrible..."

It seems that the oppression Malvo brought to them

The feeling is not small.

"Like some kind of silent threat? *Usas expletive*, how could there be such a thing in the snow? This is simply a provocation to us!!"

The picket captain paced back and forth, feeling extremely uneasy and anxious whenever he saw this scene.

No one has seen the face of the murderer, and no one knows when this unlucky guy appeared in the center of the square, and no one heard any sound in the middle of the night, even screams or howling.

As Yao thought about the murder cases in recent villages, the picket captain suddenly remembered the horrific legends from his childhood.

The murderer is like...the Night Stalker from a horror story.

"Oh my god, why am I telling you this? You don't understand anything. You are just a group of village girls with suspicions. I guess you won't confess that man..."

The picket captain, the man with a beard, grabbed Alina’s arm:

"You, you must stay here. Since that man will kill for you, he will definitely come to save you."

"No, let me go. I've already told the police what I need to say. I really don't know anything."

Alina wanted to break away, but the picket captain tried to comfort her and said:

"Listen, I don't want to hurt you, I really don't want to at all. Although the pickets have always been known for their stupidity and cruelty, this is also a stereotype. As long as you are not infected and cooperate with me, everything will be easy."

But Tallulah could tell that this flattering change in his attitude was more like a fear coming from the bottom of his heart.

She had another idea in mind.

Malvo is investigating about the Wendigo.

And she had read the other party's recipe, even if she just glanced at it, the content on it impressed her deeply. In addition to the Night Demon and the Black Snake, this large war machine domesticated by the empire was also on his recipe.

Tallulah suddenly realized.

Those missing girls were not on his menu.

He wasn't kidding, he was really gathering his own ingredients.

The Night Stalker is not him, he is the one who plans to eat the Night Stalker.

"And you, it's nothing to do with you, you can get out."

The picket captain turned to Tallulah and said.

"No, let her go."

Tallulah said, her hand reaching for the sword at her waist.

...........

"No, the murderer is not the guy you mentioned, Officer Vermeer. We have investigated multiple clues and witnesses. It turns out that the 'Night Stalker' is a white-haired cripple with half of his face burned."

After Vermeer returned to the police station in Chernobog, he was relieved of the decadence he had experienced when he met Malvo. He enthusiastically wanted to share his good news with his colleagues, but his colleagues poured cold water on him.