Terra Hotline, crime simulator

General Dong, who had felt unhappy for a second, was conquered by the delicious food. Her mouth was full of oil and her eating speed was no less than that of Gumi. Malvo said thoughtfully:

"There is no alcohol here. It is best not for minors to drink. What you are eating is the charcoal-roasted knee of a small tumor beast. I put it in the oven for three hours last night to ensure that the flavor of the spices is marinated. In every layer of muscle.”

"good......"

Sonia wiped the grease on her mouth and asked:

"Aren't you going to have lunch? Or are you preparing these specially for us? It's quite good. I will make sure that those thorns in the class will not destroy your classroom discipline in the future."

"We have already met today, just on the playground. Sonia, for this job, I have to build a good relationship with you naughty kids and treat you to dinner. Do you think so?"

Malvo replied.

"Are all your so-called 'university professors' so formal in their speech? Well, you are an interesting person, but it's not enough for me to admit."

After finishing the last bite of barbecue, Sonia licked the grease on her fingers, and then she looked at Malvo carefully.

This history teacher who suddenly appeared has a bookish air. In Peterheim Middle School, a teacher wants to convince his students that he is either a coward or he is very good at fighting.

In short, there are very few people who are reasonable.

"Okay, can I go now? Thank you for your hospitality. There are still a few club members in the East Campus waiting for me to teach you a lesson. I promise you that I will try not to miss your classes in the future."

After Sonia finished speaking, she stood up and wanted to leave, but Gumi next to her was still immersed in the joy of food and couldn't extricate herself.

"Sonia...Sonia..."

Malvo took out a list from the drawer, put on his decorative glasses, and murmured to himself:

"If I remember correctly, your father is an unemployed worker, and your mother is a maid working for a noble family. I don't mean to discriminate against your family environment, I just can't bear to see you drunk all day long. You missed school because you were drunk, and by the way, your parents are worried about your future."

"...I advise you to mind your own business."

Sonia was silent, she lowered her head and whispered.

"I am your teacher, Sonia. It is my duty to educate you. I have always done my duty. You will become a frequent visitor in my office in the future."

Malvo said seriously.

".....so annoying."

Seeing Sonia's reluctant look, Malvo said with a chuckle on his face:

“High school is easy, it’s like riding a bike, except the bike is on fire, the ground is on fire, everything is on fucking fire, because real life is a hell and we’re all burning, Sonia, except We just burn at different rates, and in the end we all turn into a puddle of cold ashes and embers.”

Sonia moved her bear ears. She couldn't understand the meaning of Malvo's words, but she suddenly remembered that Malvo seemed to have made a joke with her.

Want to help her kill a certain unlucky student.

But in the end she didn't mention it.

Because in Sonia's view, this is just a means for Malvo to get closer to her.

........

Tonight, the first thing that Officer Vermeer did when he got home was to make sure that his daughter Zoya was alive and kicking.

Zoya was not jumping around, but she came home from school with her schoolbag and headphones on her back.

"Okay, Zoya, as long as you're okay... As long as you're okay..."

Officer Vermeer hugged Zoya tightly and stroked her head. Zoya was confused, but she still responded to her father's hug and asked:

"Dad, please calm down, what happened? I heard that a criminal escaped last night."

"Calm down? No, I can't calm down at all. There is a skinning murderer wandering around the city, and what is even more terrifying than this is the 'university professor' who appeared out of thin air. It's my fault that he is still active outside for a day."

Officer Vermeer let go of her and said seriously:

"I investigated the guy named Malvo. His resume is absolutely clean and abnormal. He has no criminal history. My intuition tells me that this is too suspicious. I heard that he is working as a history teacher in your school. In short, even if he is absent from class, Stay away from him."

1 Chapter [-]: Provocation and Confrontation

Today, Malvo was not the only one interviewing Sonia and Gumi, but also another child from the East Campus, the one who was beaten by Sonia before, Zaroff.

After school in the evening, Zaroff was walking home from school as usual. Under the cold gray sky in Ursus, he saw a man in a black windbreaker waiting for him under the telephone pole.

"I heard that you and Sonia had some conflicts. I saw with my own eyes that you were beaten quite badly by her."

Malvo walked towards him. For some reason, Zaroff felt a vague coldness welling up in his heart, and he slowed down.

"...So what can I do? She is just lucky this time. Do you want to interfere in this matter? Do you know the rules here? Even if you are a teacher, you cannot interfere in the battle between student clubs."

Zaroff said with some bravado.

"Battle? You think this is a battle. In my eyes, it is only one-sided...

. Humiliation, child, you were pushed to the ground and beaten by that little girl. In front of so many people, she also called you a 'waste'. Are you a waste?Zaroff? "

"of course not!"

"Yes, you are tall and strong, but you were humiliated in public by a little girl."

Malvo said with a weird expression.

"If you can't beat her, you can't beat her. I have to admit this. Many people have been defeated by General Dong."

Before Zaroff realized it, the rhythm of his words was being guided by Malvo.

"Since you can't beat her, why do you want to find trouble with her? Are you some kind of masochist? Or do you like to be a clown and entertain everyone?"

"that is because......"

When the words came to his lips, the words in Zaroff's brain could not be organized. Of course, the main reason was the aggressive and competitive mentality from the rebellious period of high school students. Seeing that Sonia was very unhappy, he decided to go to her for a fight. This was unreasonable. What should be done?

"Someone once humiliated me like this, and then I threw a few bottles of 'water of life' from the window into his house. In this way, I cultivated a drunken alcoholic. Later, one day this drunkard fell from the balcony. Go down."

Malvo reminded him that since he can't fuck Sonia openly, he can secretly disgust her and use some dirty tricks on her. After all, no female high school student would like to be called an "alcoholic", even if it means that It was worth it for her to be scolded by the teacher when she smelled of alcohol.

Zaroff was silent for a moment. He didn't think about why Malvo would talk to him about this topic. He was just thinking about the feasibility of this matter and how to defeat General Dong.

"I like you, kid."

Before he could react, Malvo patted his shoulder and left.

........

"A student may come here later to buy a few bottles of 'water of life'. I need you to sell him these bottles of low-concentration sugar water."

If you want to buy a bottle of high-concentration water of life near the school, you can only go to the canteen at the bus stop next to it. Malvo Bizharov came there quickly and spoke to the boss.

"I'm sorry, sir, I can't do that because it's selling fake goods and it will damage the reputation of my store."

School has been out for a while now, and there are no students in the store. There is only a bald Ursus boss.

"I will pay you, and I am his teacher. I can't watch my students get involved in this stuff. Drinking more sugar water will help you stop drinking. He will understand this and be accommodating."

Malvo said with a smile.

"It still doesn't work. Anyway, there are too many students drinking in this school, so it's not far behind. Contact with the 'water of life' is something every young Ursus will do."

The boss shook his head and said.

"Just do as I say."

Malvo dropped his smile, and when he wasn't smiling, his blue eyes were especially scary.

"gentlemen......."

The boss shuddered in his heart.

"Do I need to do it myself?"

Malvo pulled out a few bottles of what looked like eau-de-vie but were actually last night's homemade Molotov cocktails and placed them on the counter.

The only difference between them and the water of life is that once violently impacted, the phosphide contained in the transparent inner tank of the bottle will rub and then catch fire, igniting the liquid.

"All right......"

The boss accepted the bottles of Molotov cocktails, Malvo's smile returned to his face, and he paid him a few bills.

"This is really abnormal. Very few teachers care about students' daily routine."

"No, this is not abnormal. Once I found a burnt human foot in the oven. That was abnormal. This can only be called strange."

When Malvo said this, the boss's face turned livid. He was hesitating whether to call the police because the other person's tone didn't seem to be joking.

After Malvo left, Zaroff followed and said to his boss:

"Bring me some bottles of eau-de-vie, the kind that leaves a strong smell on people."

"Take it, take them all! There is an event in our store today, you are the lucky spectator, these bottles are considered free rewards."

The boss pushed the Molotov cocktails in front of him as if he were inviting the god of plague.

"Uh.....Okay."

Zaroff accepted it with confusion. Next, he would go to Sonia's house to give him some color.

Most of the people in the club knew where General Dong's home was, but few people would come to look for trouble in person. He became excited when he thought that he could take revenge immediately.

........

The smell of cigarettes, alcohol, her father's bloodshot eyes, the old-fashioned furniture, the wallpaper that was about to fall off, and the old sizzling light bulbs were Sonia's first impression of home.

"Sonia, how was your day at school?"

After strolling around for a while on the way to school, Sonia returned home. Her father, who was sitting on the sofa watching TV, didn't look at her, but he still asked as usual.

".......so so."

Sonia understood that her father did not really care about her academic performance. He wanted her to go to a vocational school after graduation, but her mother wanted her to go to a vocational school after graduation.

Read on.

"Okay, Sonia, come and eat. Today's dinner will include your favorite borscht and fried onion slices."

Fortunately, her mother's presence made her feel the warmth of home. She threw her schoolbag on the bed in her bedroom and sat at the dining table.

"Dad, he...oh, haven't you found a job yet?"

Sonia asked her mother as she took a big mouthful of borscht with the onion rings. Although the taste of dinner was not as good as Teacher Malvo's barbecue, she was still satisfied.

"He failed in the interview today. He is in a low mood and has no appetite. Let him calm down alone. How is his recent study?"

Mom didn't come to dinner. She was putting on makeup and had to go to work at a noble's house tonight.

"It's okay. There's a new teacher in the school... he's nice."

"Really? Then you must study hard with him. Eat slowly and don't choke. When doing homework at night, if you encounter a question that you don't know, you can go to Anna next door (the Truth Family) for advice."

"Okay, I'll go after dinner."

Sonia answered vaguely with food in her mouth.

Chapter 151 Burning

"Sonia, I remember you never did history homework before? Why did you start writing this stuff today?"

Anna (Truth)’s home is across the street from Sonia’s house, on the third floor of a mossy residential building. Sonia is on the fourth floor, so every morning when Sonia wakes up, she can just see it. Anna has packed her schoolbag and goes to school.

Her school is at Boris No. [-] Middle School, which is a bit more advanced than Peterheim Middle School. This can be seen from the fact that Anna's parents are government officials and that Zaolu who went to the same school is also from a noble family.

"You don't know, there is a new history teacher in our school, he is a bit nosy... If I deal with his homework casually, he will fail my class. I have no experience in the history class this semester. How to get on."

Sonia bit her pencil in annoyance. She almost had to open the textbook to find the questions in the homework, which was very troublesome and laborious.

"A new history teacher? I remember you said that your original history teacher was very lax and didn't care about students sleeping in class or anything like that."

Anna, who was sitting next to her, put down the copy of "The Death of Suspect Ilyich" in her hand, with a hint of curiosity on her face.

"It seems that he is a university professor from the north. The principal greeted him personally. He looks quite young, but in my opinion, he looks like the kind of nerd who devotes himself to academic research all day long and is not good at interpersonal relationships at all. But he He invited me to dinner, and his cooking skills are pretty good."

Sonia simply gave up her history homework and took out math and physics instead. Anna's homework was next to her, so she copied it down.

"Then you have to build a good relationship with him. After all, it's rare for a teacher with such a high degree to come back to this city. Maybe I will go to your school to ask for advice from him some other day."

"Oh? Then I think he will be very happy. After all, he likes good kids like you who are studious."

Anna's room is like a library. There is a large wooden bookshelf in front of her bed. Every time Sonia comes to her house, she can see that the books on the bookshelf are not in the same place, which shows that Anna often flips through them.

"So, Sonia, where do you plan to go after graduation?"

"I don't know... I haven't decided yet, but I don't want to be controlled by others. I want to be a leader like a general."

"........"

Just as the two girls were exchanging life ideals and future plans, a sudden cry for help sounded outside.