Terra Hotline, crime simulator

But Mikey had just killed the owner of the scale pill shop he usually frequented, his fellow police inspector, Sakota who liked to give him desserts, and the eldest son of the logistics company...

Just because he likes it, he thinks it's all fake.

"The original intention is not important, because I have had eight original intentions, and they have all been completely extinguished. I can wake up because I know what is true and what is false."

Mikey sniffed the smell of blood on his body and looked into the distance. The painting had fallen into a state of stillness. The city seemed to have been pressed on the pause button. There were only Xi and him here.

Xi asked further, the meaning of his words was sharp:

"Oh? What is true and what is false? The roads you have traveled, the people you have met, your birth, old age, illness and death, and your many misfortunes may all be the whims of some writers, and they are meaningless."

"You spend your whole life seeking the so-called "truth", but it is just the devil who seems to be myself but not myself."

"We are twisting and turning in this picture. Once the spectators have seen it, they have seen it. They cheered twice and spat, that's all."

"Have you really not thought that this is the real place, and the land outside is another more boring scene? Or even you don't know how the cigarette in your hand is different from the outside?"

"Everything in life is a dream, like dew and lightning, leaving no trace and bubbles. You and I are both the people in the painting."

Mikey was silent for a moment, cut off the cigarette in his hand, threw it to the ground, and continued to stub it out with his feet.

"Xi, to be honest, you look like me after taking drugs, but I know this is fake. Let me tell you a secret. In fact, even if I know, I don't care whether it is true or false.

"Is there a possibility that the place I play outside is bigger than what you see in the painting?"

This time it was Xi's turn to be silent. She didn't think what Mikey said was a lie.

"Nice to meet you Xi, I should leave now. If you want to hang out with me, you can come to Rhode Island. By the way, this matter has nothing to do with your sister."

Before he finished speaking, Mikey's figure quickly disappeared in the air.

"Dr. Mackey of Rhode Island? Interesting."

Xi thought for a while and decided to visit another day.

.........

At this moment, a special wedding is being held in the wealthy district of Vesselheim in Letania.

"The sky is blue and clear,

The breeze sings softly;

The river flows gurglingly,

My heart is filled with hope.

The haze dissipated overnight,

The earth welcomes the morning light;

Praise for Letania,

The home of the free..."

The White Keys and Black Keys, who were responsible for the wedding music, were playing Letania's famous "Song of the Clear Sky" at the moment, accompanied by their ethereal and leisurely music.

With the sound of flutes and pianos in the distance, a wedding couple was slowly stepping onto the red carpet and in front of all the guests.

"Is the wedding a bit hasty? The people from Rhode Island haven't come yet. Besides, don't you think Miss Viviana was forced by that guy's strength?"

"No way... Look at the smile on Candle Knight's face, it's not fake."

The guests present expressed their opinions in a low voice.

"To be honest, I don't know when the doctor met Viviana, but I always feel that this matter..."

"Sister, do you want to say that they are eloping?"

The members of the Linguang family were sitting at the front. Margaret was not very in favor of this marriage, and of course she was not very opposed to it. She always felt that something was strange, until Maria next to her said something strange about it.

Yes, after the doctor went to Letania for three days, he came back and informed a few of them to attend the wedding. At first, Margaret thought it belonged to someone else, but she didn't expect it to be the doctor's own.

It seemed that Rhode Island Kelsey and the others had not been notified yet, so Margaret had to ask The Shining to rush back overnight with the Nightingale Author Bad Guy to bring the news.

"Elope? I don't think so, and it's not necessarily Viviana who marries Abberlan, but Abolan who marries Viviana's Drost family, because there are many Leitanian nobles present."

Maena, who was wearing formal attire, looked around.

"Ms. Viviana, are you willing to marry Mr. Mackey and stay with him until old age, no matter whether you are rich, poor or sick or die?"

..........

When Mikey woke up, he found that he was in a Letania-style church. The candle knight Viviana in front of him was wearing a white wedding dress. Even she was wearing a flower wedding dress and some decorative items. of luxurious jewel-encrusted armor.

The candle knight's usually slightly cold blue eyes were full of expectation, and the thorn ring on the left hand holding the flowers shone golden under the light, just like the long hair behind her veil.

"Of course I would."

She stared at Mikey's eyes, her lips moved, and her eyes became slightly moist.

Che Neal, who was in charge of acting as the host, nodded, and then put the microphone to the mouth of Mikey, who had just returned from the soul and was dumbfounded:

"Then Mr. Mackey, would you like to marry Miss Viviana? No matter whether you are rich or poor, sick or dead, you will never abandon her?"

Mikey: “….??????”

The brain shuts down, the thinking process becomes unresponsive, angina pectoris, and cardiopulmonary arrest.

I got excited and saw Viviana marrying me with the ring Lavinia gave me.

Constantine, what good things have you done! ! ! !

Chapter 272 The Seventh Life of Leitania Adventure ([-]))

Go back in time to three days ago.

A yellow taxi stopped in a remote town in Letania.

A young man in a beige trench coat got out of the car, threw away the butt of a cigarette, blew out a smoke ring, and walked straight to a logistics company in the town that looked like it was about to go bankrupt.

When he entered, he lit another cigarette. Sometimes Constantine had to sigh with emotion. Apart from some kidney deficiency, the body of the ninth generation was still very young and his lungs were still great.

"What can I do for this gentleman? Do you have an appointment? If so, just go upstairs and see the boss..."

The man in charge of the front desk was a short-haired man who looked drowsy and depressed. However, after seeing Constantine, his eyes suddenly widened and he was so excited that he could not speak.

"Wait...Sir...?!!"

"Long time no see, old K."

Constantine flicked the ashes of his cigarette and smiled at the old friend he had not seen for many years.

Old K, at this time, he was just an accountant at the front desk of a company that was about to go bankrupt. The second Daryl had approached him at this time, and now, the seventh Constantine had come here again.

"I thought you had forgotten your former brothers! You are looking for me to do something big! I understand, I understand! I have long seen that everything here is not pleasing to my eyes. This damn boring job is endless! "

Old K recalled in his mind the glorious history when he and his team became bigger and stronger, and his heart was once again filled with the desire to commit crime that had nowhere to go.

"Boss, what's the plan you've written down? Should you call Hoxton and the others over to discuss it over the long term, or..."

"Don't be so excited. I came to Letania this time just to attend a wedding and a funeral. It's that simple."

Constantine interrupted, enjoying a long puff of cigarette.

"Uh... Boss, I don't understand what you mean."

Old K scratched his head.

"Okay, we are going to do something big. We will go to Vesselheim and kidnap two people. One was born in the slums and the other grew up in the rich area."

Constantine handed him a cigarette and smiled:

"But before that, I need some props:

Gravel wrapped around the roots of a dying oak tree, a small piece of silver mirror, a few coins, a small bottle of pure Sakaz wizard's blood, a handful of fine sand or gold sand, gold sand is best because it will be more effective... ..”

"Wait! Boss, what do you want these things for?

Have you switched careers to become a warlock?Where's your gun? !Where is your C4 explosive? "

Old K stared at him in shock.

"I changed my career a long time ago. Now I am an exorcist, ghost theologian, and master of black magic. Oh, the master of black magic is an amateur."

Constantine said with a shrug.

The seventh generation at its peak did not need these casting materials at all, and all kinds of forbidden spells were readily available. However, according to Mai, the power of the hell plane in this life was more powerful than all previous generations combined. Without him, hell would be reincarnated nine times.

So, communicating directly with the spirit world to cast a spell may leave a mark, like a slug leaving its mark on the ground.

In order not to attract the attention of some evil beings that should not exist in the plane of Terra, he chose to use a medium to cast spells this time and use teleportation magic as little as possible.

It is worth mentioning that there were once at least seven demon counts, four demon marquises, and two demon dukes who wanted to get the delicious souls of reincarnators.

What Constantine cannot forget the most is that once he came to the plane of Terra (Mai prefers to call this place a planet), all Sakaz were summoned by hell, because compared to other Race, they are more suitable as carriers of the devil's arrival.

But he is not worried about this. Mai Yi said that there is no need for deep hatred or great crisis of world destruction in this world. This world is just comedy every day.

He will work it all out step by step.

"So, boss, you have become a magician now?"

Old K said doubtfully.

"That's right, and he's the kind of swindler who specializes in deceiving mentally retarded people and charges very high fees."

"Well, in that case, boss, I have something to ask you. I think I may have encountered a supernatural event. This month, my salary is inexplicably missing by one zero, and it won't be until the double moon floats in the sky. Only then can I get off this damn chair."

Old K thought.

"Remember, it's easy for people to blame their misfortunes on some ghost hiding in the shadows, Old K, but sometimes people are just so unlucky, because this is reality."

Constantine looked strange and continued: "Obviously, you are being exploited by your boss."

"Haha, boss, your calculations are really accurate. Wait a minute, I will write a resignation letter to him."

Old K took out a sharp pencil and walked up to the second floor humming "Happy Community". Then Constantine heard the sound of flesh being pierced and screams.

Three minutes later, Old K dragged a large black garbage bag down, leaving blood stains on the ground, and showed an apologetic smile to Constantine.

"I'm going to throw away this pile of rubbish, and then we'll set off."

.......

The two drove around the town in Old K's tattered pickup truck, and finally found most of the casting materials Constantine needed.

"We still need a small vial of pure Sakaz blood. Is there any Sakaz here?"

Constantine sat in the passenger seat, smoking cigarettes one after another, looking out the window, his thoughts drifting into the distance.

"There is a group of infected people wandering outside the town. Some of them may be Sakaz. Speaking of which, when did you become so addicted to cigarettes? Ahem...even I can't stand it... .”

Old K, who put on his stockings hood, suit, and equipped himself with a crossbow, waved his hand and said.

"I've been smoking a pack a day since I was 15 years old. Okay, let's not talk about the cigarettes for a moment, but let's talk about the Sakaz guys. Maybe we should pay them a visit, you know, visit them the jazz way. .”

Constantine flicked the ashes of his cigarette and said.

"I see."

A smile appeared on Old K's face, and then he asked again:

"But having said that, boss, what do you want with Sakaz's blood? The content of Originium crystals in that thing is frighteningly high."

"Make Maoxuewang."

Of course not, Constantine needs the blood of ancient Sakaz to make a phylactery to store the earthly sound, which is a melody note injected into the bloodline of the Witch King's descendants by the Witch King's remnants.

And Mikey, who knew the plot, knew that to a certain extent, the experiment had been successful, and that thing had become the soul fragment of the Witch King in the bodies of Black Key and Chalk.

.......

The location of that group of Sakaz was easy to find out. At eight o'clock in the evening, Lao K and Constantine found them behind a pine forest.

The bonfire in their camp had not been extinguished yet, and there were about 30 to [-] people gathered together in twos and threes.

Soon, Constantine found their leader, wearing huge armor and with a matching war hammer beside him.

Chapter 273 The Great Adventure of Letania in the Seventh Life ([-])

"So, boss, are we going to attack by force or use a little strategy? They have the strength in numbers, haha, of course, I still listen to you."

"Come with me and we'll take some unconventional measures."

After continuing to observe for a while, Constantine put out the cigarette in his hand and swaggered to the infected camp. Old K had no choice but to put away the crossbow for the time being and followed him bravely.

"Good evening, fellow infected people, we are staff from the Warrenmude Epidemic Prevention Center. We heard that a group of infected people are wandering here. For the safety of citizens in surrounding towns, we decided to do a blood test for you. free