Terra Hotline, crime simulator

The banquet was held on another night three days later. After Malvo and Sonia took the last bus, they decided to walk to Natalia's house.

"You need to learn your table manners, Sonia. Maybe I indulge you too much, which makes your recent behavior a bit...barbaric."

Perhaps because she was not satisfied with this aristocratic dress, Sonia deliberately stepped on the snow along the way. Black stains appeared on the hem of her skirt. Malvo walked behind her, and the expression on his face made him I can't tell what I'm thinking about.

"I hate those aristocrats, not to mention those damn aristocratic etiquette. Why do we have to go there? Isn't it better to just stay at home?"

Sonia made an awkward face, stopped and took Malvo's hand. His hand was cold, so Sonia held it tightly, trying to find some warmth.

"Sonia, I only have one request. I hope that next time you see a man older than you, you can call him 'Sir' instead of 'Hey! You', and don't gorge yourself when you eat..." .”

Malvo stroked her head and sighed, and Sonia nudged his palm with her head in dissatisfaction.

"Teacher, will you leave this city? If you leave, can you take me with you?"

While walking through an empty street, Sonia suddenly asked this question.

"I will leave here, Sonia. I can't stay with you forever, but I will not leave you during this period of time, because..."

Malvo stopped, his eyes swept around Sonia, and the little bear shrank his neck. His teacher was good at everything, but every time he looked at him, his attitude didn't seem to be treating him. similar.

"Because I haven't molded you into what I want."

Chapter 157 The Trap

"We meet again, Mr. Mackey!"

In Natalia's mansion, after following two servants to the banquet hall, Natalia, who was wearing gorgeous aristocratic clothes, looked happy when she saw her savior.

"Good evening, Gummy Bear, we said we would see each other."

Malvo greeted her with a smile and took a glass of wine from a passing waiter's tray.

"Good evening, Professor Malvo, thank you for saving my precious daughter's life."

A middle-aged man with a beard raised his glass of wine in greeting to Malvo.

"It is my pleasure, Mr. Count Rostov, Sonia, say hello to Mr. Rostov."

Malvo said as he patted Sonia who was staring at the food.

"Good evening, Mr. Rostov."

Sonia withdrew her gaze and said reluctantly.

"This is a student I took in. He is currently in seventh grade at Peterheim Middle School. He is currently in a rebellious phase, haha..."

"What a cute little guy, Mr. Malvo, if you want to send Sonia to No. [-] Middle School, just tell me."

Count Rostov had a standard aristocratic smile on his face.

"No, I don't want to transfer to another school. Peterheim Middle School is pretty good."

Sonia noticed that Natalia had been staring at her, and then she stared back unceremoniously, and Natalia showed an awkward smile.

I didn’t expect Teacher Malvo to adopt such a child.

Educated guy.

"Mr. Malvo, has the murderer been arrested yet?"

Natalia asked, changing the subject.

"You'd have to ask the police for that, not a history teacher, but as far as I know he's still at large."

Malvo said.

"It is true that there has been some unrest in the city recently. However, Mr. Malvo, if you are willing to come to No. [-] Middle School to teach, I will give you double the salary. This can be regarded as a kind of gratitude from our family to you."

Count Rostov said.

"That's great. Mr. Malvo is a professor from Northern University. I believe the teaching quality will be guaranteed."

"I think you'd better respect your teacher's opinion. You have a bright future in No. [-] Middle School."

Natalia interjected and corrected her.

"You are so lenient, this noble lady."

Sonia looked at each other with sparkling eyes, and Natalia narrowed her eyes.

Are these two bears jealous because of me?How interesting, Malvo thought to himself, raising an eyebrow.

"Okay, Natalia, you are a guest. Showing off to guests is not the way the Rostov family treats guests. How about you show Miss Sonia around?"

Rostov smiled apologetically at Malvo.

"Okay, Sonia, let's enjoy the happiness and food among peers. Next, it's time for adults to talk."

Malvo said, gently squeezing Sonia's bear ears.

"Tsk."

Sonia turned away and walked towards the table full of food. Natalia puffed her lips. She had to maintain her status as a noble lady in public, but she felt unhappy in her heart, so she brought The thought of humiliating Sonia also followed her.

"Mr. Malvo, I wonder which period of Ursus' history you are familiar with?"

Mr. Count found a topic.

"I am familiar with everything from the Battle of the Four Emperors to the Blood Peak War, but in fact, not only the history of Ursus, I also know a little bit about the entire history of Terra."

Malvo thought for a moment and said.

"Really? Then I have to pester you to tell me the history of Iberia. Those guys who make a living by catching scales have always been very mysterious."

After having a brief conversation with Mr. Count about the history of Iberia, Malvo brought the topic to the skinner:

"...That's it. The only saint in Iberia has lived for more than 100 years. Moreover, in Iberia, a murderer like Skinmaniac will never live for three days, because of the Inquisition's The methods are more cruel than pickets.

Moreover, I heard that the murderer was an infected person. He peeled off the skin of the female victims in order to cover up the Originium crystals on his body. What a disgusting practice. "

Malvo took a sip of red wine and tasted it carefully on his tongue.

"Most of the infected are indeed like this. They have sinister and dirty hearts. They hide in every corner of the city like rats, grinding their tiny pointed teeth at innocent passers-by."

One of the men wearing a captain's uniform joined in after hearing their conversation. He said with a look of disgust:

"There is a cunning guerrilla group on the ice sheet recently. Their manpower has begun to grow recently, causing us a lot of trouble."

"That's really scary."

It seems that Tallulah has already begun to establish an integration movement.

I'll go and play with them in a few days.

Malvo caught this piece of information and continued calmly:

"Compared to the ice sheet, I actually think it is more suitable for infected people to live here."

A small, middle-aged man came over when he heard Malvo.

"You know, when I first came to Chernobog, I actually saw infected people openly walking on the street. I thought Marquis Boris was more 'open' than most Ursans. He’s a noble now.”

Malvo curled his lips and said intentionally or unintentionally.

"Impossible! Impossible! I have never violated the rules of the empire! Mr. Malvo, you must have read it wrong!"

Hearing Malvo shift the focus of the conversation to himself, the middle-aged man, Count Boris, blushed and immediately defended himself.

"Really? Then the infected people in the underground clinic called Azazel that I saw in the Quad City were all fake? Are the Originium crystals exposed on their bodies some kind of decoration?"

Malvo swung the wine glass in his hand and chuckled.

"This was an accident, gentlemen. If your information is correct, this is a dereliction of duty on my part. I will send guards to clean up the place."

Count Boris took out his handkerchief and wiped his sweat, smiled apologetically at everyone, and then said to the attendant who had been following him:

"What are you still waiting for? Send people to surround the place quickly. Don't let anyone escape!"

"I hope your guards can be faster, because that serial skinner is probably there too. By the way, Mr. Boris, can you take me to visit the Sarcophagus Research Institute?"

"The Sarcophagus Research Institute? Where are you going and what are you doing? There's nothing to see there."

Boris looked suspicious.

"I am not a scientist, Your Majesty the Marquis, I am just a history teacher. I would like to participate in

Take a look, just for historical research. "

"Okay, let's pick a time and I'll take you to see it personally, for the sake of intelligence."

Marquis Boris nodded in agreement.

"Then let's do it tomorrow. I don't have classes tomorrow."

Malvo drank the red wine in one gulp.

........

"Mr. Malvo went to Mr. Count's dinner party, and Sonia was not here either."

The apartment where Malvo and Sonia lived was behind the district building of Peterheim Middle School. The environment was relatively quiet, and the surroundings were usually reclusive scholars.

"Zoya, you should go back and stay with your mother first. Leave the rest to me. I want to see what ulterior secrets this history teacher hides."

Some time after Malvo and Sonia left, the Valery police came here based on the information provided by Zoya and wanted to investigate.

But he didn't have a search warrant, and the other person was not a low-status infected person, but a highly respected teacher who was friendly with the local nobles.

Therefore, his actions must be hidden from his fellow police officers.

"Well, Uncle Valery, be careful."

Desiya nodded, then turned and left.

After watching Zoya leave, Valery took a deep breath, grabbed the baton at his waist, and then came to Malvo's apartment under the cover of twilight.

Then he realized that he was late. There was already a tall figure sitting in front of the doorstep. The silhouette of the wings on his head showed that the strange visitor was a hippogriff.

"Young detective, you shouldn't be here. You may bleed later. I advise you to run far away."

Herage stood up, and Valery recognized him at once, and he exclaimed.

"Are you that General Hippogriff?! I've seen you in the newspaper before, why are you here?"

"I'm here to kill evil."

Herage replied in a deep voice.

"Evil...Ha! Do you also think there is something wrong with that Malvo?!"

Valery felt like his heart was going to jump out of his throat.

"If you want proof, take this."

Herage threw a stick-like object still covered with dirt from his coat pocket and threw it to Valery. The latter took it and almost didn't let it go.

It was a rib, a human rib.

"There were signs of renovations in the garden behind the apartment, so I dug around and found something amazing, but I only found one rib."

Herage said.

"This is so important! Okay, now I can finally avenge Officer Vermeer! Damn it, I'm going to call other colleagues in the police station to come over!"

"No, don't alert the enemy!"

But it was too late. As soon as Herage finished saying this, several dazzling bright lights shone in this direction. Military police armed to the teeth surrounded the stunned Valery and the equally shocked Herage.

"Hrag from Azazel Clinic? You are under arrest! The charge is of harboring an infected person!"

The leader, the fierce-looking bald Ursus, who was wearing a military uniform, pulled out his sword and shouted to Herage.

"I'm sorry...Old man...I failed to protect your daughter...They were all taken away..."

Two Ursas stepped forward with a scarred man whom Herrag knew as a doctor in the clinic.

"!!!"

General Hippogriff placed his hand gently on the knife's handle, then released it.

He realizes that he has fallen into Malvo's trap.

Chapter 158 The Scapegoat

"Hey! You have arrested the wrong person! This old gentleman is not the serial killer, Malvo is! Have you seen this rib? This is evidence! This is what he just dug out of the back garden of Malvo's apartment. of!"

Valery raised his ribs anxiously and shouted to the group of military police.