Rorschach drove to Burbank and, following the address Brian had sent him, found Peak Robinson's residence.

He stood in front of Robinson's house for a moment before taking a deep breath, stepping up and knocking on the door.

Knock, knock, knock!

A crack was opened in the door, and a woman in her thirties stood behind it.

Rorschach asked:

"Are you Hanni Robinson?"

"Hmm."

The woman nodded.

Rorschach flashed the badge in his wallet, "I'm Sheriff Sleepy. ”

Mrs. Robinson asked, puzzled:

"Sheriff, you've come from so far away, what's the matter?"

"Can I go in and talk?"

"Of course."

Mrs. Robinson lifted the door chain and pulled it open.

Rorschach rubbed his shoes on the doormat, walked in the door, and stood in the doorway coughing twice before saying:

"If you don't mind, I'd like to ask you a few questions?"

Mrs. Robinson closed the door and went to the drawing-room, saying:

"Sheriff, what do you want to ask?"

Rorschach followed behind her and asked:

"Do you know where your husband is now?"

"The University of Los Angeles, he's a high school teacher, there's a meeting there, what's wrong with him?"

"How long has he been in Los Angeles?"

"He left early yesterday, before I got up."

Mrs. Robinson began to get a little nervous.

Rorschach nodded, saw that the table was full of hooks and bait, pointed at it, and asked:

"Does your husband like fishing?"

"No ......"

Mrs. Robinson shook her head, "Occasionally, those things are mine, I tie up the bait and sell it to the nearby outdoor store, and now the economy is not good, and I can make some extra money." ”

"Do you know what business he has in Sleepy Town?"

"Sleepy Town? No......"

Mrs. Robinson stared at him and asked, "Could you please tell me what happened?" ”

Rorschach looked at her, not knowing how to tell the truth.

Mrs. Robinson asked anxiously:

"Sheriff Willis, what the hell is going on?"

Rorschach lowered his head, let out a long breath, and said in a deep voice:

"I'm afraid there is some bad news for you, your husband is ......"

"What's wrong?"

Mrs. Robinson said anxiously, "Oh my God, sheriff! You tell me! What happened? ”

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Robinson, he passed away......"

Mrs. Robinson was stunned for a moment, and suddenly shouted hysterically:

"What? This is not true! This is not true! You lied to me! ”

Rorschach looked at the grief-stricken Mrs. Robinson and sighed.

"I hope you can go to Sleepy Town soon and identify his body......"

Leaving Robinson's house, Rorschach drove back to Sleepy Town, and now he knew that Robinson had cheated on his wife and went to Sleepy Town instead of going to the University of Los Angeles for a meeting, Robinson's purpose was unclear, but there must be something in Sleepy Town that was not available elsewhere to attract Robinson to come 300 miles away.

It was nearly midnight when Rorschach returned to Sleepy Town, and he used his "stealth" skill to sneak back to Quatman's tavern, and the long drive made him very tired, so he went to the attic, lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

The next day, noon.

Rorschach arrives at the police station and only sees Deputy Sheriff Emmett, who tells him that Brian went to the scene of yesterday's crime to continue the investigation and collect evidence, and is expected to return later, and Emmett has been instructed by the mayor to take him to familiarize himself with the town.

Rorschach gladly accepted, followed Deputy Sergeant Emmett out of the police station, and got into the police car.

Deputy Sheriff Emmett drove the police car and said:

"Shall we start in the suburbs? There's an Aboriginal casino there. ”

"Listen to you."

Rorschach nodded, in Sam's Country, the natives are Indians, protected, privileged, and mostly live on "reservations", where they have their own laws, are not subject to federal law, and are free to open casinos, while the state government has limited rights to administer it.

Police cars drive through the streets of the town.

Suddenly.

"I'm grass!"

Deputy Sheriff Emmett cursed, turned the steering wheel, and the police car turned around and headed for a lumber mill on the side of the road.

Rorschach saw two groups of people arguing in the empty field inside the lumber mill and asked:

"What's going on?"

Emmett pursed her lips and replied:

"The Lawne family is in the lumber business, and Alec Lumber has been pushing down their prices, because of these things before."

"Something happened?"

"Hmm."

Emmett said helplessly, "Move the gun." ”

Rorschach nodded, in understanding.

Emmett parked the car and said to him:

"You haven't taken office yet, so I'll take care of it here."

Rorschach watched as a group of young men were pushing a bearded old man, his eyes narrowed, "No problem. ”

With that, he pushed the door open and stepped out of the police car.

Seeing this, Emmett hurriedly shouted:

"Willis! Sheriff Willis! ”

Rorschach didn't stop, but strode into the lumber factory.

Emmett hurriedly got out of the car and chased after him.

A short-haired thug pushed the bearded old man to the ground, and then he cursed and pointed at the bearded old man sitting on the ground, and said:

"You fell on your own!"

Rorschach raised his eyebrows and shouted at the short-haired thug:

"You're all very energetic, why don't you stop and tell me what's going on?"

The short-haired thug twisted his head.

"Who the hell are you?"

"I'm the new sheriff."

At this time, Deputy Sheriff Emmett walked up to Rorschach and stared at the short-haired gangsters.

Among the accomplices of the short-haired gangsters, a long-haired gangster pointed at Emmett and asked:

"Emmett, I thought you would be the sheriff after Will was fired?"

Deputy Sheriff Emmett glared at him and said angrily:

"I thought it was me, too."

The short-haired thug glanced at Rorschach, then grabbed the bearded old man who had just gotten up from the ground and pushed him to the ground again.

"Jon! What are you doing! ”

Emmett shouted and hurriedly stepped forward, "Your wife definitely doesn't want to go to prison today to bail you out, right?" ”

The short-haired thug named Jon spreads his hands.

"I didn't do anything, he fell on his own."

Emmett ignored him, picked up the bearded old man, and helped him aside.

Jon took a sip, walked up to Rorschach, looked him up and down, and said disdainfully:

"Since you're a sheriff, why aren't you wearing a police uniform?"

At this moment, three more white thugs came up.

Rorschach looked left and right, and said lightly:

"I'm not officially in office until tomorrow."

"Humph!"

Jon smirked dismissively, "So you're not a sheriff today, are you?" ”

"It can be understood that way."

Rorschach smiled and nodded.

"Understood, then I will give you some color today, it shouldn't be a problem."

Jon suddenly raised his fist and slammed it at Rorschach.

Rorschach took a step back, raised his hand and grabbed Jon's outstretched wrist, and smiled, "I'm guessing you'd say that." ”

Deputy Sheriff Emmett rushed up and shouted:

"Jon, what are you going to do!?"

"It's okay, Deputy Sergeant, I can handle it."

Rorschach waved at him.

Gangster Jon was grabbed by Rorschach's wrist with a fierce look in his eyes.

"Grass, you!"

The corners of Rorschach's mouth curled, and suddenly his arm was forced, and Jon was pulled in front of him, and his knee jerked up, right on Jon's chest.

Bang!

Jon's expression twisted.

At this moment, there was a gust of wind behind Rorschach, and he let go of Jon, and he turned sideways, flashed a straight punch, followed by an arm lift, and grabbed the attacker's arm, and hit the opponent's armpit with a jab.

"Ah——!h

The long-haired thug who attacked Rorschach behind him let out a scream.

Rorschach lifted his leg and kicked him in the chest, knocking him straight to the ground.

"Grass! Kill him! ”

As soon as Jon finished speaking, Rorschach rushed in front of him, punching him in the cheek, blood spurting from his mouth mixed with teeth.

The remaining two white gangsters, one fat and one thin, were shocked by Rorschach's lightning speed, and were stunned in place and at a loss.

The fat thug suddenly pulled out a dagger from behind him.

Rorschach narrowed his eyes and stared at him, and said lightly:

"Knives?"

The fat bastard was furious in his heart, roared, and rushed over with a dagger in disregard.

Rorschach smiled coldly and rushed towards the dagger.

The fat gangster was visibly lacking in exercise, and the dagger stabbed him, which was easily dodged by Rorschach.

With a bang, Rorschach punched him in the chin, and the fat thug leaned back, and he fainted directly.

Rorschach snatched the dagger from the fat gangster's hand, drew a knife flower, held the dagger with his backhand, glanced at the thin gangster standing aside, and said lightly:

"Is there any other color you want me to see?"

The only thin thug who was still standing trembled with his legs, obviously frightened and afraid to step forward.

At this moment, a shout rang out behind Rorschach.

"Stop!"

Rorschach turned his head and saw a middle-aged white man in a neat suit walking in from the factory gate, the same guy who had left in a Mercedes sedan outside the tavern yesterday.

Tony Pradino.