Terra Hotline, crime simulator

Hearing what Yuan Ya said, I touched my face. I forgot that I was not wearing the ink mask now. I have worn the mask for a long time, and unknowingly, it has become my second face, and my second face has become my second face. A face often represents the truest version of myself.

"You're worrying too much."

I relaxed the muscles on my face and said.

"Well, where is this place?"

"Knights of the Red Pine Forest, it's safe here. People from the Unarmed Alliance won't find you here for a while."

"The Infected Knights? I hope they don't mind adding one more Infected Knight."

Yuan Ya looked around and wanted to sit up, but I pushed her back again:

"Sona would be happy to see someone join her knights, just take a good rest."

I made a silent gesture and said, "Oh, by the way, don't tell anyone about my identity, for the sake of your life."

She nodded thoughtfully, then gave me a reassuring smile and whispered:

"Thank you. My name is Justina. What should I call you? Rorschach?"

"...McGee Abberline."

"Were you a knight before? Your skills are great."

"No, I'm not a knight, never have been."

"I've heard your story, and the people you've helped say you're a hero."

"No, I'm not a hero either, never have been."

"Then what are you?"

Yuan Ya said doubtfully.

"Is this important? I'm going to ask you a few questions."

".....All right."

I took out a notebook and pen and started asking:

"First of all, which company wants to buy you?"

.........

Later, I learned that Justina was a girl who came to the Great Knights from the countryside and had a dream of becoming a knight. However, she accidentally became an infected person on the way. After that, she raised enough fees to register as an infected knight by playing in the black market. , officially started his dream of knighthood.

But it wasn't until that night that she understood that there were only a few knights who lived a life like the stars holding the moon, and most of the knights were commodities.

During the conversation, she asked me with some disappointment: "Ablan, what do you think happened to my knight's dream?"

I could only reply calmly: "Look around you, it has come true."

In the past ten days, I rarely stayed at the shelter in the red pine forest. The reason was that because Yuan Ya had joined the Red Pine Knights, people from the Uncensored Alliance were eyeing this place. They suspected that Rorschach had anything to do with Yuan Ya.

I caught a few assassins trying to infiltrate Sanctuary, but not before I dumped them in the trash.

, none of them could spit out any useful information.

In the next few days, I have been trying to investigate the whereabouts of the two green golds, but I have not gained anything. They are much more cunning than I thought.

So I had to focus my investigation on other people related to the United Chamber of Commerce. Based on Yuanya and my own investigation, I came up with some information:

The first is Charney, one of the spokespersons of the United Chamber of Commerce. He is a snobbery and has great control over the infected knights participating in the competition. I heard that Yanwei said that this is a scheming and extremely cunning guy.

Then there is McGee, another spokesperson of the United Chamber of Commerce. Compared to Charne, McGee has a much gentler attitude towards the infected, and he once supported the Candle Knight for a period of time.

The two of them may know something about Lot Zero, and I have part of their whereabouts.

Just when I was thinking about which guy to start with, the brutality of the Rusty Bronze Knight once again reminded me that I should send him to hell.

Flame Tail and the others were targeted by the Boiling Blood Knights in the points match. Hui Hao's shield was shattered, and Flame Tail and Wild Mane were slightly injured.

Moreover, one person from the Red Pine Knights died, the infected knight—Jamie.

I have some impression of the infected knight who likes to play cool with children, but now he has a huge wound on his neck, and the rusty copper is about to cut off his head. The referee actually judged that it was an accidental injury.

This time I didn't act at night, I found him during the day.

It was a bar, a bar specially opened for noble knights. Before I knocked him unconscious at the front desk, I got the information about Rusty Bronze Ingra's box No. 13 on the tenth floor from his mouth.

I took the elevator to the tenth floor, stepped on the luxurious red carpet, stopped at the door, and then kicked open the wooden door with the pattern of the Knights of Boiling Blood.

There was a bang, debris and dust from the wooden door swirled under my feet, and the voices inside stopped abruptly.

"Haha, you didn't see how miserable that little squirrel was when I beat him. I have to say that the weapons provided by Qunyue Company are really useful..."

"No, I heard that the Far Fang Knight also joined the Red Pine Forest, but what can a group of infected people do?"

"...Who are you?! Rorschach!"

There were three people in the box, all dressed as members of the Boiling Blood Knights. Engla was sitting in the middle of the table. They seemed to be celebrating their glorious deeds.

"Sorry, I just came to see you off today."

I rubbed my fists, and they were the first to react. The knight on Engla's left pulled out a dagger with a cold light from his waist, and struck my head, but he looked drunk, and my figure In a flash, he kicked his knees, then took the weapon from his hand while he was kneeling on the ground, and slit his throat.

The second knight was timid, but Engla pushed him in front of me to gain time to pick up the ax under his feet. I sent the dagger to the heart of this unlucky knight, and then slowly approached Engla.

"Rorschach...I've heard that you...you should be on the streets looking for trouble with thieves or prostitutes, not me, Olmo Engla, the youngest son of the Engla family... ..”

"Is this your last word?"

I said, and then he jumped up high, raised the ax with both hands and struck at me. I blocked his attack with my dagger in my right hand, and then grabbed the wine bottle on the table with my left hand and smashed it on his head. He was hit. Staggering, I seized the gap, the tip of the knife danced, and with a downward slashing motion, I chopped off both of his palms holding the ax at the same time.

The ax fell to the ground, as well as the two palms on the ax handle. Engla burst out with a bone-chilling scream, accompanied by unbearable pain and confusion. He wanted to cry out for help, and I stuffed the broken glass bottle in my left hand. in his mouth.

"Round Butcher? That's what they call you? Now, tell me, how does it feel to maim someone else?"

"...let me go...what do you want?! I can give it to you..."

I punched him in the face, and the bottle fragments pierced his cheek. Then I took out a card with an ink pattern and stuffed it into his arms. Finally, I dragged him to the window and broke the glass. window and threw him out.

I didn't feel any pleasure in killing, I just gave him the fate he deserved. I lowered my head to look down at his body. The blood he sprayed on the road looked like the pattern on my face. Apart from the faint joy, I There was no other feeling than that justice had been done and no one should have suffered his torture.

Chapter 115 December 1075, 11

Soon the people from the Knights Association arrived and blocked the place, but before them, reporters from major newspapers had already taken the lead in surrounding the bodies of the English knights, like an ant colony aware of dead flies.

The Patina Knight was a commodity before his death, and he is still a commodity that can continue to be hyped after his death. It won't be long before people will find that he is not the first commodity to be forced to decline. This is just the beginning.

The sky in Casimir began to darken, and the neon lights of high-rise buildings revealed phantom colors in the mist in the clouds.

I was not in a hurry to return to my station in the red pine forest. After making sure that no one was following me, I took off my face and raised my clothes. There was a decadent man on the street who looked like he had a career.

A blond man who was frustrated and headed to Martin's Bar to relieve his sorrows.

Pushing open the fence door, I saw Margaret, Maria, and whipblade knight Sophia. The three knights of the Linguang family were sitting around a wooden table, staring at the TV in front of the bar. The content is the breaking news just now:

"Rorschach! I think he is a monster! Perverted, twisted, he has no right to deprive a noble knight of his life! Today he killed Bronze England, who will he kill tomorrow?! Now every competitive knight has become frightened ....."

"Hero! We should regard him as a hero. I say, people like Rorschach should be praised! He sent those murderers, robbers, and rapists to the morgue! Where they belong!"

"We should no longer tolerate a masked police officer roaming this city!"

Reporters, people, hosts...everyone on the TV expressed their opinions. I sat in front of the stage, knocked on the table, and said to the bald Martin who was watching TV attentively:

"Give me a gin, please."

"OK, just a second."

He skillfully poured me a glass of wine, but his eyes were still on the TV. The camera showed a close-up of the business card I left behind. Then the rough knight pushed the reporter away, and the TV station suddenly interrupted an irrelevant washing machine advertisement.

"Ha, these days are really not peaceful. If you ask me, it's incredible that this guy named Luo Xia can survive to this day and still have some skills. He can survive between the two behemoths, the United Chamber of Commerce and the Supervisory Committee. "

Old Martin patted Koval next to him, and the damn furry said:

"Lao Fu is not here today. How strong do you think Rorschach is based on your previous experience as a knight?"

"I haven't seen his fighting style, but it should be a bit higher than that of a fourth-level knight."

Kaval replied in a sullen voice.

"Wait, why did you start discussing Rorschach's fighting ability? Don't you think what he did was a bit extreme? Although the Bronze Knight was an out-and-out bastard, he died like this, skipping the need for public justice. Judgment, was he suddenly killed by Rorschach?"

Zofia wiped the foam from her mouth. When she said this, I couldn't help but chuckle:

"A fair and just trial? Do you mean that he was convicted of foul play several times due to his brutal behavior, and he avoided sanctions from the jury several times with corporate donations? Where is the so-called fairness and justice? What are you expecting?

This matter is very simple, just a scumbag died. The most indispensable thing in this city is scumbags. "

Hearing this, everyone present turned their attention to me, the only stranger in the bar.

"But can Rorschach represent justice? The newspaper said that he broke off the fingers of the thieves he caught, and that he executed an infected murderer on the spot, and his body was thrown at the gate of the Knights Association."

Maria stuck out her tongue and whispered.

"He does not represent justice, he is justice, the most absolute justice. This city is sick, and someone must stand up!

Those people, those who were killed by him, if he could come back, he would kill them again. Those scum, those scum, he would make them disappear and never cause further trouble! "

I raised my voice and clenched my fists, and the atmosphere at the scene became inexplicably tense. I looked up at Margaret, who had always remained silent, and when our eyes met, the young Knight's throat trembled.

I asked:

"What about you? Margaret Linguang, what do you represent? What are you chasing in the arena?"

"I will win the championship of the special competition, I will let people regain their faith in knights, and I will light up this land with my own knightly ways."

Meeting my gaze, she answered firmly.

"is it?"

I raised my eyebrows and glanced sideways at her:

“So, do you think when people cheer for you in the arena, are they praising your chivalry, or are they praising your violent performance?

Are the gamblers and bookmakers behind them really interested in your beliefs?

Do the knights who lost their fortunes because of you hate you or follow you?

Believe it or not, if a meat beast has the strength to win the championship, then people will definitely praise this beast instead of the glorious knight.Skirt six "玖④⑨三'⑥一③五"

Margaret hesitated for a moment. She probably didn't expect that the stranger in front of her could reduce her ideals to nothing.

She stared at me, debating whether to speak.

"...How can you talk like this? You remind me of my uncle's words, but my sister is working hard for Casimir. The Linguang family's family motto is not to be afraid of hardship. dark!"

Maria puffed her lips in dissatisfaction, and Zofia looked at me, as if she finally realized that I was no ordinary person, and she asked cautiously:

"... Who are you? You don't look like someone who speaks for the knights, nor do you look like someone who stands with the masses."

"I am a dead soul. I walk in the world. I don't know that I am already dead. I just keep moving forward and keep moving forward. What do you think of this answer?"

I replied teasingly, then stood up and walked out the door. Margaret suddenly shouted

I:

"Rorschach, I respect you, but to answer your question just now, I don't care. If you are really righteous, why don't you dare to stand up and show your true face to people?"

She recognized me.

There was a crisp thud, which was the sound of Old Martin's wine glass falling to the ground, and there was a sudden silence in the bar.

"Are you that...that Rorschach?!"

Maria pointed at me hesitantly and said, while Zofia put her hand on her weapon.

"Your mockery means nothing to me, Margaret, just as your respect means nothing to me."

.........

I saw some confusion in Margaret. She was persistent, I have to admit, but it was the wrong obsession.

She will realize this, time will tell.

When I returned to the red pine forest station the next night, it was already after ten o'clock in the evening. When I stepped into the abandoned office building, I smelled a bloody smell.

My gut tells me something unexpected happened here.

I rushed into the building, and the first thing I saw was a patch of scarlet. The blood on the floor had condensed into a layer of dark red dirt, and the corpses of infected knights were scattered in the corners.

I found traces of fighting at the scene. The people here were also a group of knights, with a large number of people and well-equipped equipment.

"Ablan...is that you?"

There was a faint breath coming from the innermost room, and I hurriedly ran forward to check. Yanwei was covering the wound on his stomach with a look of pain on his face, but fortunately his life was not in danger.