Rorschach asked, puzzled:

"Why are there prostitutes in Forest Park?"

"That......

Tom hesitated for a moment before he said, "Because they have an RV." ”

"RV?"

"Yes."

Tom licked his lips, "It's not the fixed kind, it's something that can be dragged along so that people like you can't find them." ”

Old Lawrence roared from the sidelines:

"Tom! Why do you speak? ”

Rorschach waved his hand at Old Lawrence and continued to ask:

"Are you in an RV with a prostitute?"

"Yes, but we didn't do anything."

Jessica laughed when she heard this.

"I ......

Tom swallowed in embarrassment and hurriedly explained, "We're just getting started, so we're ...... And a tall man came in, and I said, "Wow, wait, man...... Then he threw me out of the car, and I was bare-bottomed. ”

"What does that man look like?"

He ...... The middle-aged white man, dressed in a tracksuit and holding a shotgun, should have come from somewhere else with an accent, but I didn't see what he looked like, the situation was too complicated at the time. ”

Rorschach nodded, "What about girls?" ”

Tom thought for a moment, took a deep breath, took out his phone, opened the photo album, and held it up to Rorschach.

"It was her, I made a bet with my friends, and they said I didn't dare to go, so I took a picture as evidence."

Rorschach took the phone and took a look, and in the photo, Tom was naked and hugging an Indian-looking girl, and that girl was Lacey's missing daughter, Paula.

Rorschach narrowed his eyes, "You said they drove RVs, so people like us couldn't find them, so how did people like you find them?" ”

"I don't know."

Tom shook his head.

Rorschach walked over to Tom and pointed to the girl on the phone, "You know what? She's only 16 years old, and if you are convicted of rape in California, you will most likely face 7-11 years in prison. ”

"I didn't have sex with her!"

Tom was still stiff-mouthed.

Rorschach gave the phone back to Tom, sighed, and glanced at Lawrence Sr.

Old Lawrence glared at Tom, strode over, and slapped him in the face.

Bang!

Old Lawrence yelled in Tom's ear:

"You're so quick to give me an honest answer!"

Tom covered his face, looked at Rorschach, and hurriedly said:

"If you want to know where the RV is, go to the "White Horse" to find the Indians. ”

"White horses?"

Jessica said to Rorschach on the side:

"It's a bar owned by an Indian in town."

Rorschach narrowed his eyes, nodded, then asked Tom a few more questions, and left the Lawrence Farm with Jessica.

On the way, Rorschach separates from Jessica, and he returns to the police station first, while Jessica goes to the "White Horse" bar to find out what happened.

As soon as he returned to the police station, Rorschach heard a noise coming from the hall, which seemed to be the sound of fiddling with a firearm, and walked into the hall to see Deputy Sergeant Emmett holding an old-fashioned rifle, gesturing in front of Brian.

Emmett also saw Rorschach and hurriedly greeted, "Willis, Jakpo told me that only Bonnet has bought and sold rifles recently, I went to the tribal police, they were willing to help, and helped me get a search warrant, I found the rifle at Bonet's house on the reservation, and a box of paper bullets, and brought people back by the way." ”

Rorschach turned his head to look at the Indian man in the barred fence in the detention area, it was probably Charles Bonat.

Taking the rifle handed over by Emmett, Rorschach looked at it, this old rifle had only been seen in the materials before, and this was the first time he had touched it with his own hands.

The rifle in the hand is indeed a Sharps rifle, with a typical drop-down locking structure between the handle and the chamber, and a thickened trigger retainer acts as a lever to drive a locking block that can be lifted and lowered, moving up and down to open and close the chamber.

Rorschach opened the chamber of the gun and looked at it carefully, closed the chamber and said to Emmett:

"It's not a murder weapon."

Emmett looked at Rorschach and laughed, "How do you know?" We just got this gun, and we haven't had time to do a ballistic test yet. ”

Rorschach glanced at him, didn't explain, looked left and right, found a cartridge box on Brian's desk, and took out a cartridge from it and stuffed it into the chamber.

Closing the chamber and pulling the bolt, Rorschach raised his rifle in front of Emmett, the muzzle of which was pointed to the ceiling, and pulled the trigger.

Click!

Emmett was so frightened that he hurriedly took a few steps back.

Rorschach stared at him and said lightly:

"Look, the ballistic test is done, and if you don't clean up the rifle that uses black powder bullets, the gunpowder inside will corrode the metal, so this gun is a waste gun."

Brian stood up excitedly from the sidelines.

"Oh my God, sheriff, you're so good, you know this kind of thing."

Emmett, who was stunned, turned his head and glared at Brian fiercely.

Seeing this, Brian quickly shrunk his neck, as if he was a little afraid of Emmett.

Rorschach shoved the rifle into Emmett's hand, turned his head and said to Brian:

"Brian, let Mr. Bonnate go, and send him out."

"Yes, sir."

Brian hurriedly took out the key and walked to the detention area to open the iron door.

Emmett looked at Brian's appearance from the side, his face sank, picked up his police hat from his desk, and walked out of the police station hall angrily.

Instead of caring about Emmett's whereabouts, Rorschach returned to his office, a separate office, a small privilege as sheriff of Sleepy Town.

After sitting at his desk, he picked up Paula's picture on the table, leaned back in his chair, and a line of text flashed in front of his eyes.

(Sleepy Town reputation increased by 75 prestige, current prestige (150/3000))

Is it because of the release of Bonnate?

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

"Please come in."

Jessica pushed the door open and walked in.

Rorschach hurriedly put down the photo and asked:

"How?"

Jessica shook her head, "The bar owner doesn't know, and there's no way I can take him back to the police station." ”

"Okay."

Rorschach nodded, picked up the A4 paper on the table, and glanced at it, "Well, now it's just this guy." ”

"What guy?"

"Marcus Miller, I'm going to talk to him."

"He's ......"

"How?"

Rorschach looked up at Jessica, who was about to speak.

Jessica spread her hands and said helplessly:

"He's from Pradino."

Rorschach narrowed his eyes, and the deputy sheriff hadn't even mentioned it to him.

"What a coincidence."