Terra Hotline, crime simulator

I wanted to raise my neck to see who it was, and then a warm candlestick was placed in front of me. It was very bright and warm. This should be some kind of Originium skill.

"Give him a shot of epinephrine, carry him to the trunk, and be gentle and don't touch his face before the Uncensored People arrive."

"You owe me your life, Rorschach, and in addition to your thanks, you also owe me an apology for wounding one of my attendants."

This is really ironic...

I thought to myself.

Chapter 117, December 1075, [-]

I had a dream.

"I can give you weapons, firearms, large-caliber firearms. If you want nuclear bombs, it's not impossible..."

"But you have deviated from our original intention, which was desire. Richard wanted violence, so I gave him the conditions to create violence. Daryl wanted money and women, so I provided him with contract tasks. ...

how about you?Rorschach, what can I give to myself at that time? "

An extremely familiar voice. In the darkness, I was falling infinitely, as if I was falling into the bottomless abyss. Someone was whispering in my ear, sometimes far and sometimes near, just like the voice of my heart asking and answering questions to myself.

"Who the hell are you?! What the hell are you talking about?!"

I let out a growl, only to receive a dark chuckle in response.

"Mai Yi, I told you, he is a paranoid. He killed many people in the end. No one can save him, and you can't change the past, unless you can give him something like the Black Emperor."

With that kind of power, is he still Rorschach?Would you like to see a righteous bigot rule Terra? "

"Rorschach's generation is a bit far away from mine. It's too far. I can't remember it clearly. Malvo, he was your previous life. What do you think you needed most at that time?"

"If, and I mean if, I could go back to my third life, I would enjoy a horsemeat feast."

........

"!!!"

Then I landed and woke up from the nightmare.

There was a burning pain in my throat, and I struggled to open my eyes. The crystal chandelier bloomed softly above my head, and the air was filled with the smell of high-end rose perfume. I moved my neck and found myself lying on a bed. On the soft wooden bed, this is a luxurious bedroom with Letania style decoration.

I tried to move my toes, and then I succeeded. I found myself tied up like a mummy, with my face covered in bandages and my legs covered in plaster, but at least I could feel the presence of my legs.

About five minutes later, a guy dressed as an attendant poked his head in. Seeing me trying to sit up, he turned around and left in a panic.

what on earth is it? ?My nose is still filled with the smell of Roy's brain, and the faces of those infected who died appear in my memory.

The door opened again, and it was a young Elafia woman, wearing a luxurious and loose white robe, walking towards me with elegant steps. She held a candle with a marigold pattern in her hand. I felt a warmth from afar.

"Where is my face...?"

I gritted my teeth and questioned her word by word, and then tried to sit up. My muscles were terribly weak. Bad news. My arm seemed to have been severely traumatized. I could hear the screams of muscle tearing and bone friction. .

I'm safe now, but I still haven't let my guard down.

"Don't you feel pain? Ai Bolan, lie down, be careful that the wound will be opened again."

She came over, pressed me back with just one finger, and sat in front of my bed, her long hair hanging down like a golden waterfall, and her blue eyes gazing at me lightly.

"Oh... you were in a coma for three days. You fell from a 24-story building and suffered comminuted fractures all over your body. Basically, only your head is left to turn. The doctors said it's a miracle that you survived."

Then she suddenly moved her face closer to mine, and then I realized that the smell of rose water in the room came from her.

"Ai Bolan, those wounds on your body, those missing parts of your tail and ears... what on earth is supporting you to this point?"

She was talking to herself when she said this, so I simply closed my eyes.

"My name is Viviana Drost. You can also call me the Candle Knight. Of course, in your eyes, people like me are probably the kind of vase knights who are dressed up and packaged by the company. They are both fancy and useless. .”

"Hello, Viviana, may I ask, where did you put my face?"

I opened my eyes and asked again.

"Face...? Ah, is this what you're talking about?"

She opened the bedside table and took out a neatly folded set of clothes.

My coat, gloves, trousers, wide-brimmed hat, my face.

"I washed them clean. Your face... does it mean your mask? I have always been curious about whether it changes according to the temperature, or whether it changes according to your mood as written in the story. Woolen cloth?"

She put the candle aside, picked it up, tugged at it in the light, and then put it back among my clothes.

"You can't take it with you now. At that time, your face was full of blood, and your cheeks were full of that guy's bone fragments..."

"You saved me, aren't you afraid that the Federation of Commerce will liquidate you?"

I asked.

"Since I saved you, I am definitely not afraid that the Federation of Commerce will cause trouble for me. Don't worry, Ablan, this is my private residence, my room, and the servants here are also from Letania."

Viviana smiled and said nonsense, but at least I changed my view on the Candle Knight.

"You keep calling me Abolan, and I don't like you very much."

I said in a deep voice.

"Ah... I'm sorry. I thought doing this would bring us closer, so... Rorschach, I hope you can ignore the little discomfort between us."

Viviana flipped up her long blond hair charmingly. I could see that she was a little flustered. Perhaps because of the light, there was a trace of blush on her face.

"Great, so where do we start? If you want something from me, or want me to do something for you, then unfortunately you shouldn't save me."

She started to get close to me, and I felt like she was talking to me with a false mask.

"You know how many people's deeds you and Ranger's deeds brought back then, especially to a little girl who was far away and locked up in the attic of a high tower.

Compared to the light brought by that candle, your deeds are like a ray of sunshine shining into my life. Compared to the fabricated chivalry novels, your stories are all true. I just witnessed it a few days ago. at this point. "

As she spoke, she took out two books with their corners rolled up from the table:

"Two Moons and Marigolds" "Ka

"The Biography of the Vigilante Simil".

"...What are you talking about? I don't even know you."

I looked at the coverless copy of "The Biography of Casimir the Vigilante", and a trace of memories came to my mind. That happened several years ago.

Stories about knight Chesper, ranger Maena, hunter Toran and Rorschach.

Chapter 118 Do you want to know Rorschach?Then let me talk to you about Rorschach

"Can you tell me about your past experiences? I'm curious about what exactly Abolan went through to become Rorschach."

Viviana held up her face and looked at me expectantly like a little girl waiting for a bedtime story.

"You want to know about Rorschach, then I'll tell you about Rorschach."

...........

What did I say before? By the way, as a time traveler, I was born in an orphanage on the border of Ursus. The director was a priest, who believed in the Lateran laws, God or Jesus. Yeah, I don't know much about religion.

The priest often teaches us to accept the confession of ourselves from the world, and the nun will also teach us to pray before meals, kindness, mercy, carols, Ursus Dalieba...

These things constituted the things that I was immersed in during my childhood.

But I was not deeply affected, because this time traveler brought with him memories, memories of pain, hatred and world-weariness.

This memory also made me withdrawn and gloomy.

I remember that I once poured hot soup on the heads of two Ursus boys who wanted to bully me. The priest gave me a lesson, but the incident passed like this, and I never saw that person again. Two Ursus boys.

Since then, the priest has paid attention to me. He wants me to inherit his legacy, but rather than asking sinners who come to confession to confess their sins, I prefer to let them re-experience their sins. .

Later, the priests, nuns...the orphans all died and were burned to ashes in a fire.

As for me?They imprisoned me in a dark and damp underground mine, where I lived with rats all day long. The cold tide would take away part of the infected people's lives every day. I witnessed the darkest side of human nature there, and I had to live cautiously every day. Yes, for fear that I will never get out of the mine.

Later, on a night with heavy snow, I knocked down the picket guard with a hoe and embarked on my journey of revenge.

I found the nobleman who burned down the orphanage, a little viscount.

It was easy to catch him. I pretended to be a natural disaster messenger from Holy Castle, and the guards let me in after a simple interrogation.

I didn't carry a knife or a crossbow, so I just brought a coin and a scarf.

Wrap coins in a scarf, use the scarf as a noose, and strangle the other person's neck. The coins will get stuck in his trachea and crush his throat, and he will never make a sound.

But he saw through it and recognized me the first time he saw me.

"You're the lucky premature baby who survived the orphanage, right?"

He glanced at me calmly, as he would a street gangster, without the slightest hint of nervousness or calling the guard over.

"You are not here to kill me, right? Then you have found the wrong person, child. The target of your revenge is not me, but the priest who adopted you. Unfortunately, he has already gone to hell."

My heart was shocked, but he slowly spoke:

"...That priest, that Sakaz who disguised himself as an Ursus, used Lateran law to attract and shelter those vicious wanted criminals, and preached that as long as he repented of his sins, he could be saved. If you look carefully, you will find that the people who go to church to pray every day are not villagers, but murderers, rapists, and robbers...

He also traffics people. Aren't you curious as to why no one has ever gone to your orphanage to adopt those children, but new faces come in every day and old faces disappear?

By the way, he set the fire. It was just to destroy the evidence. Please wait a moment. "

The Viscount took out some old photos from the drawer in the living room and placed them in front of me:

The corpses were dug up and eaten in the orphanage yard, and the bones were piled into a deep pit. Inside, I found two Ursus children who had bullied me.

There are also photos of the kind-hearted priest and the criminals. Behind them are a large amount of smuggled Originium explosives...

The Viscount also took out a whistle made from a child's index finger bone, with a cross printed on it, which was bloody evidence of guilt.

Now I finally understand that the priest wants to train me to be his heir, and he takes a fancy to my ruthlessness.

"The justice you seek is a joke. Now, get lost."

Finally, he waved his hand impatiently, shooing me away like a fly.

I walked on the ice wilderness in despair. I no longer had any destination. The two lives I had lived for so many years became meaningless at this moment.

In my two lives, I have never felt happy, and I have never lived for myself. A person who knows why he lives can endure any kind of life.

But I don't know.

I blindly pursued the meaning of my life until I came to Casimir. At that time, Casimir and Ursus had just ended the war, and society was still

Without stability, many smugglers with the title of "bounty hunter" regarded Casimir as a new continent.

They smuggled many things, including beasts of burden, medicines, weapons... and people.

I am sensitive to human trafficking because of my experience in the orphanage. At that time, a group of extremely arrogant bounty hunters liked to traffic in little girls from the gravel in remote villages, and then sold them as commodities to the knights.

I set my sights on this group of bounty hunters to see if I could do anything.

A month later, in a canyon, I took advantage of the heavy rain and took action. At that time, I was still young and would not kill evil people.

I easily beat them to their knees and rescued a little pink-haired Zalac girl from their hands. She had a barcode printed on her arm. She was the commodity of these guys.

The little girl's name is Sanomi. She doesn't know anything, she doesn't know where she comes from, and she doesn't know who her relatives are.

I took her with me, and just like that, two poor ghosts who didn't know where they were going came together.

We depended on each other. In order to support the two of us, I became a bounty hunter. At that time, as a bounty hunter in the formal sense, I placed Xenomi in a hotel. During the day, I would arrest wanted criminals. At night, I would Telling Sanomi my thrilling experience of fighting the bad guys, and looking at the longing expression on the little girl's face, I felt a sense of satisfaction and pride that I hadn't seen in a long time.

Until one day, when I returned to the hotel, Senomi disappeared. After breaking one of the boss's hands, he hesitantly revealed to me that a group of "bounty hunters" who claimed to know me had taken her away. .

I followed the clues and found the group of bounty hunters on the outskirts of Kavaleriaki. I tied them up, but after searching, I only found some fan hair, some bones, and the burnt bones of a little girl. .

"...We just got rid of the unsold goods. We don't remember the little girl named Sanomi...Please...capture us in exchange for rewards." Gold bar...I accept that we are guilty..."

They begged for mercy before they were burned to death by me. I stood on the street looking at the fire, imagining the limbs burned by the fire, the charred chest, and the burning internal organs in the abdomen; imagining the flames slowly engulfing the house. After watching everything for a whole hour, no one escaped.Standing in the firelight, heat waves hit my face.

The blood on my chest was like a map of a new world filled with violence. I felt physically and mentally purified.

I look up at the sky through the smoke rising from burning human fat, but I can't see God. The night is so cold, suffocating, and endless, but we are all alone.

We waste time aimlessly and then invent a reason for living.Born from annihilation, letting our descendants repeat our meaningless lives, and eventually returning to annihilation, that's all.

Our existence is not doomed, and no one knows how to save what we imagined and held on to for so long.

To save meaningless imagination is meaningless in itself.

It was not some vague metaphysical force that created the world; it was not God who killed those children; it was not fate or destiny that dismembered and burned them; it was us, all of us.

The corpse was filled with stench in the fire, and the emptiness exuded a cold breath in my heart, freezing all its fantasies and then smashing them into pieces. Then I gained a new life and was free to depict myself in this morally blank world. the rule of.Just like that, I became Rorschach.

Whatever shadow of Mikey Abberline remained that night disappeared without a trace with Xenomi's death.