Terra Hotline, crime simulator

Malvo replied with a smile.

"I don't understand what you are talking about, Teacher Malvo. To be honest, I am very confused now and blame myself very much. On the one hand, I hate my own crimes, and on the other hand..."

When Sonia said this, she looked up at Malvo, looked directly into his eyes and said:

"Perhaps, the only thing that can make me feel at ease is to surrender, and I will sell you out. By then, we will both spend the rest of our lives in prison."

At this time, Sonia had not experienced the Qicheng incident caused by the integration movement. Perhaps the darkest thing she had ever seen in school was the principal molesting female students. Instead of being locked up in the school by the integration movement, she witnessed that because of food Bear-eat-bear incident caused by insufficient.

Just a few days ago, she was just a somewhat rebellious high school student who still had some conscience in her heart.

"But now that you have come to me, you already have the answer in your heart, don't you? You don't need to blame yourself. Arsonists like Zaroff don't deserve to live in the world at all. You did a good job."

Malvo said, his somewhat cold gaze made Sonia feel that she was his prey and had nowhere to escape.

"Sonia, your problem is that you have spent your whole life thinking that there are rules, but in fact there are no rules. In the final analysis, it is just that you can't get over the hurdle in your heart. In fact, it's not that hard."

Sonia replaced her answer with silence.

"Without death, we would all be lost. It is precisely because there is death waiting in front that we will be driven towards greatness. Come closer, Sonia, come closer to me, come closer, I said, I will not eat you. "

Malvo said and opened his arms to her. Sonia stood up and seemed to have made a very difficult decision. Finally, she walked towards Malvo's arms and hugged him gently.

caressing Sonia gently

On his back, Malvo took a deep breath of the fragrance of Sonia's brown hair, and said in her bear ear:

"This is a red tide, Sonia, they force us to swallow everything, day after day, family, school, they wear us down, do you want to go the way your parents did? Live in In an old residential building, complaining about the boring taxes and household chores every day?

You should imagine that if you didn't go to your classmate's house to do your homework last night, you would have been burned by now...

No, they should be the ones burned, and they should be the ones eaten. "

Chapter 155 Banquet

Zoya looked at herself in the mirror. She was haggard and exhausted. Her bloodshot eyes stared at herself for a long time before they gradually came into focus. Her mother's choking sound came from behind her. She had been choking all night. .

"All happy things may explode strongly at that time, showing an unparalleled sense of existence. Or maybe they seem to have always been dull, but when you look back, you realize what kind of time it was. Skirt [-]" 玖④⑨三'⑥一③五"

This sentence suddenly came to her mind.

The ordinary daily life that belongs to this small Ursus family, the melting snow in the suburbs, the straw man made of hay, the aroma of light mead, the mud on the feet, the daily greetings and pleasantries, are all planned by Malvo. Deprived in Fire and Murder.

dong dong——

At this time, there was a knock on the door.

"Go and open the door...Zoya, wipe your eyes, don't let the guests see your ugly appearance."

Her mother Dalia wiped the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief and forced a sad smile.

When he opened the door, he found his father's colleague policeman Valery standing outside.

"About your father, Zoya, I'm sorry. I should have been walking with him."

Officer Valery said seriously, holding a bag in his hand that contained Zoya's father's uniform and the medals he had won.

"Uncle Valery... was my father a good policeman?"

Zoya took the bag and took a look, her red eyes became warm again.

"There is no doubt about it, your father was a hero and he gave his life for this city and its people."

Valery nodded to Zoya's mother and then said:

"Ms. Dalia...we have brought your husband's pension to you today..."

"What about the body? You said he died in the line of duty, so the body must be left behind. You want to see people alive, and you want to see the body after death."

Zoya's mother's gaze made Valery turn his head in shame. He coughed a few times and said:

"His body is still undergoing forensic examination. We are trying to figure out the cause of his death and seek justice for your husband."

"Please hurry up, I want to see him one last time."

she replied.

Valery told a lie here. Zoya's father's body had been found and was placed in the refrigerator of Zaroff's house with the pickled foods.

But that's not the key. The key is that there is only a part of the body, and the wounds on the body look like they have been cut with a scalpel. The police concluded that the murderer this time was probably a butcher...or a surgeon.

"Zoya, come here, I need to discuss something with you. Dalia, madam, please forgive me."

Valery nodded to Dalia, then called Zoya into the corridor outside the door, and asked seriously:

"How much do you know about your new history teacher, Malvo?"

Zoya was stunned for a moment. She had heard her father ask herself such a question before.

"Do you think Mr. Malvo is the murderer?"

she asked with a trembling voice.

"It's just a possibility. Although the history teacher didn't have any motive for committing the crime, your father had always suspected him during his lifetime. I want to follow this clue to investigate."

In fact, the police department had already identified Malvo as the number one suspect because he had appeared at the same scene as the skinning murderer. Some students had witnessed the history teacher going to the canteen on the morning when the canteen owner was killed.

"Teacher Malvo is very considerate and enthusiastic. In fact, he is not only a history teacher, he knows a lot and often takes over the classes for other teachers."

Zoya thought for a while and continued:

"He has a very good relationship with one of his classmates, Sonia. I often see Sonia coming in and out of his office."

"Sonia...is she the same Sonia who had a fire at home a few days ago, resulting in the death of her parents?"

Seeing Zoya nodding, the officer's heart suddenly tightened.

The serial skinning murderer, the recent missing people in the city, the mysterious history teacher, the fire, and the arsonist who was found...

All this seemed to form a network of blood vessels of the deceased. The young military policeman could feel that Malvo was standing in the middle of the network.

......

"Did you see that beast? It's next to that tree. Aim, not with your eyes, but with your heart."

Three days later, on the outskirts of Chernobog, the heavy snow has slowly melted, which means that the severe cold is about to pass and early spring is about to arrive.

Several wild beasts are foraging in the woods, Malvo brings Sonia here

Hunt them.

"...Why do you have to use a bow? Can't you use an axe? You also have to aim the bow, which is really troublesome."

Malvo was standing next to Sonia, bending down and holding her arm to help her correct her posture.

"The ax is too rude, Sonia. Only using a bow and arrow or a dagger can give me a sense of hunting. An ax can only make me feel slaughter."

After helping Sonia take care of her parents' funeral, Malvo officially lived with her as Sonia's guardian.

Sonia found that Malvo was an easy person to get along with. She thought that Malvo would have great restrictions on her in daily life, but in fact he did not. Malvo was very relaxed with her after class. , and bought herself many new clothes and a game console that she had dreamed of.

And the food he made was delicious, reminding her of the taste of her mother.

call out--!

Sonia let go of her hand, and then she heard the sound of the arrow cutting through the air, and then shot the beast in the neck. It fell on the snow and howled in pain, and its blood melted the hard snow.

"Very good, good job, Sonia. I'll make you my best braised beef ribs for dinner today."

Malvo patted her shoulder with satisfaction, and Sonia turned back and asked doubtfully:

"Are you sure we want to eat this beast? Isn't there still a lot of meat in the refrigerator at home that has not been eaten up?"

"Sonia, if we take the lives of our prey without eating them, then it is murder."

Sonia opened her mouth, as if she wanted to ask something, but looking directly into Malvo's smiling blue eyes, she, who had always been upright, decided to keep her mouth shut.

After returning to the apartment carrying the gifts, it was already noon. Sonia took off her boots, put on her headphones and went straight to the game console in the room, while Malvo was preparing to prepare today's lunch meal.

At this time, he found a beautiful letter in the mailbox at the door.

After opening it, I took a quick glance at it. Apart from the red tape unique to aristocrats, the meaning of the letter was very simple.

Natalia's father, Count Rostov, entertained her.

Mayor Boris is there too.

Chapter 156 Malvo’s Purpose

"A female teacher disappeared from Peterheim Middle School two days ago and her whereabouts are still unknown. This is the second missing teacher from this middle school. Before that, a police officer and a high school student died on Willow Street. .....The murderer is still at large.

The 'Night Stalker' is causing panic to the citizens of Chernobog. The skinning case of a young girl some time ago has left the city with a lingering haze. Mayor Boris Marquis called on the general public not to go out at night. Go out. "

In the underground clinic "Azazel", Herage read the morning newspaper as usual. After reading the newspaper, his fingers holding the newspaper turned slightly white.

After meeting with Malvo that night, the retired Hippogriff felt that he was back on the battlefield and had to regain his energy. He had heard about the cruelty and cold-bloodedness of "Major General Night Devil" that night. When the devil has the idea of ​​killing someone, his body has already completed this action like a conditioned reflex.

But the Night Devil didn't take him seriously at all. He wandered around the city like a predator, using bloody methods from time to time to scare those endangered prey, looking forward to the day when their hearts would collapse.

Even when Herage faced Malvo, he was not 100% sure of winning him.

"General, we have a new infected person here. He was seriously injured and deeply infected, and he said he wanted to see you."

A well-groomed man wearing a mask walked in from the door.

"Meet me? Bring him in."

Herage stood up and said, and then two infected people came in carrying a stretcher. There was a smell and pungent disinfectant on the stretcher and asked.

"He's dying."

Herage judged this just by looking at the man on the stretcher.

Indeed, the person lying on the stretcher was none other than Perseus, the serial skinner. At this moment, half of his face was completely rotten. Herrag could even see many tiny maggots crawling in the corners of his eyes, and his exposed All the skin has wrinkles in layers, like kraft paper soaked in boiling water, and the gaps are full of blood scabs and pus.

"We found him in a garbage dump in the suburbs. At first we thought he was a corpse, and when we wanted to dig a hole and bury him, he suddenly started coughing violently."

The man wearing a mask nodded and said.

"I heard you were looking for me, what's the matter with you? It's a pity that we can't treat you here for your injury."

"Are you...are you the Hippogriff General who is willing to help the infected? I have heard about you...from other infected, and you are a good person."

Perseus seemed to be aware of someone around him. He opened his cloudy eyes and stared at Herague, his voice sounding like it was coming from hell.

"Yes, I am...that General Hippogriff."

Herage replied.

"Well, General Hippogriff, listen up, I'm here to tell you what I know... The Night Stalker, also known as Mikey Lecter Horse

Ervo. "

Hearing what Perseus said, everyone present pricked up their ears, fearing that they would miss any words.

"I am an infected person. As you can see, I have to admit that two girls in the city died in my hands..."

"Are you the skinner? What about the missing people?"

Herage took a step forward and asked.

"...Those missing people? I have only killed four people so far...The rest were all done by him, and he revealed the information about these four girls to me, even yours He also revealed his daughter’s information to me, and he was cultivating me with a certain mentality..."

"...to train you?"

"Yes, since I was infected with Originium Disease, I have had some kind of hallucinations in my brain. In addition to some experiences from my childhood, I won't describe them here. In short, I have some mental problems... I often see His own mother who has passed away.

And that night devil..."

When Perseus said this, he gritted his teeth and said:

"He took advantage of that, he instigated me to kill those girls and put their skins on myself and cover them with rocks so that I could live like a normal person and my mother would be proud of me... ..

He is full of lies, and I tell you, don’t believe every word that comes out of Night Demon’s mouth. "

Perseus raised his chest, stared at Herague with his cloudy eyes, and said with his last breath:

"He is not here to hunt me...Yeah, I am an infected person, and my blood is full of small stones. How could he eat an infected person? If he eats me, he will also be infected.

The Night Stalker came to the city to kill a man. "

"Kill who?"

Herage felt his breath hitch, and he remembered what Malvo had said to him.

"A man who sleeps in a coffin, if he doesn't lie."

.........