Back to the police station.

Jessica was sitting behind her desk, biting her pencil.

Rorschach walked over and asked:

"Are you okay?"

"It's okay."

Jessica dropped her pencil and sighed, "I'm trying to finish the report. ”

Rorschach nodded, once the police in Sam's Country shoot, they need to prove the reasonableness of the shooting to the police station (police station), large-scale police stations (police stations), such as the "Los Angeles Police Department" will have a "internal affairs team" department, which specializes in evaluating gun reports and all kinds of gun complaints, its nature is similar to the discipline inspection department in China, the department is all composed of police elites with practical experience, they are responsible for giving an independent and professional assessment to prove whether the police shoots is necessary, and its conclusion is only responsible to the police chief.

However, for a small police station such as the Sleeping Town Police Station, of course, there is no similar department, and the supervision department under the state police is responsible for it.

Jessica turned her pencil, looked down at the report, and said:

"Every time you shoot someone, they ask you to write a report......

"That's the procedure."

Rorschach shrugged, "I see you're not in the right mood, can you talk to me?" ”

"I didn't expect him to be so young."

"It's not your fault."

Rorschach sighed, "He was pointing a gun at me. ”

"I know."

Jessica turned her head and stared at Rorschach, "It's just that the way he looks reminds me of bad memories." ”

"What happened in Gotham?"

Rorschach asked.

Jessica didn't answer, just nodded silently.

"Okay."

Rorschach spread his hands, "Listen, killing people is certainly not an easy thing to do, but in the circumstances of the time, you made the right choice. ”

"I don't know ......"

Jessica shook her head, "In retrospect, you could have subdued him without me, right?" ”

"Yes......"

Rorschach sighed, he was sure he could have subdued the young robber even if Jessica hadn't shot.

"I ...... at the time"

Jessica closed her eyes and clenched the pencil in her hand, "I really shouldn't shoot......"

"Don't think about it that much."

Rorschach patted her on the shoulder, "You can stay at the police station tonight, and you can clear your mind." ”

"I got it......"

Jessica lowered her eyes and nodded.

Looking at Jessica's appearance, Rorschach shook his head slightly, there are some things that can only be faced by himself.

Back in the sheriff's office, Rorschach sat in his chair and began to recall information about the Moody's family.

The two young robbers were from the Moody family, the Moody family migrated here as immigrants from the east during the "Westward Movement" of Sam's Country, and was the absolute main force in the expulsion of local Indians, and most of their family members served in the "First Regiment of Sam's Army", and the first regiment has been its basic task since its establishment.

Now, the Moody's family is the second largest force in the sleeping town in addition to Pradino and his gang, and its family members have always been rampant and domineering in the town, although after Rorschach took office, the Moody's family has been severely cracked down on the town's security, and the Moody's family has reined in, but I didn't expect that the young people of his family would rob the convenience store in the town and kill people tonight, it seems that the previous beating was not heavy enough.

The next day, early in the morning, the sheriff's office.

Bell, bell, bell!

The desk phone on your desk rings.

Rorschach rubbed her eyes and got up from the couch, walked over to her desk, and grabbed her landline phone.

It turned out that a fire had broken out in a warehouse outside the sleeping town, and Officer Brian had rushed over.

Rorschach shook his head and walked out of the office to head to the scene.

In the hall of the police station, Jessica was lying on her desk, still not waking up.

Rorschach walked over to Jessica, picked up the uniform jacket on the side, and put it over her body to make her sleep a little longer, while the report on her arm was still blank.

Shaking his head, Rorschach turned and walked out of the police station and drove the police car to the scene of the fire.

Arriving at the scene, firefighters are carrying out the final extinguishing work.

Brian, a black police officer, saw Rorschach and hurriedly greeted him.

"Good morning, sir."

"Good morning."

Rorschach nodded and asked, "What's going on?" ”

"The fuel tank is on fire."

Brian spread his hands, "And there are munitions hidden in this warehouse, and then this place blew up." ”

"Arms? Firearms? ”

Rorschach narrowed his eyes.

"Yes, some M4 carbines and Glock pistols were found."

Brian nodded, "Besides, the people from the fire brigade said it was man-made. ”

"I see."

Rorschach nodded slightly.

Brian lifted the yellow cordon and let Rorschach get inside, and in front of him was a charred ruin, with only some beams and wooden frames left unburned.

"There were a lot of boot prints on the scene."

Brian said from the side.

"Cowboy boots?"

Rorschach asked.

"Yes."

Brian nodded, "I think so." ”

"Whose warehouse does this warehouse belong to?"

"It's a guy named Rod Rigo, but he's missing."

"Missing?"

Rorschach looked around and "informed" the ATF (Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms) for them to investigate. ”

"Yes, sir."

Brian licked his lips, "There's another situation, though, and you'd better take a look." ”

"What?"

Rorschach asked suspiciously, if it was just a smuggler of arms, it was usually investigated by the "ATF" police department or the "FBI", because such cases are usually cross-state cases.

Brian took Rorschach to the corner of the burned-out warehouse, where there was an iron plate on the ground with a handle on it, which seemed to be an underground storage room.

"Here?"

Rorschach pointed to the iron plate.

"Yes."

Brian hurriedly lifted the iron plate.

Rorschach frowned, only to see two female corpses lying under the iron plate, huddled together, covered with marks of being burned, apparently roasted alive.

Brann sighed and said:

"They're supposed to be doing assembly work here."

"Did you notify the medical examiner?"

"Informed."

"Okay."

Rorschach narrowed his eyes, "Investigate their identities." ”

"Yes, sir."

……

Jessica opened her eyes in a daze, she thought about it all night last night, she didn't know how to write a report, she was really sleepy, so she lay on the table and squinted for a while, but she didn't expect to sleep until dawn.

Holding the uniform jacket in her hand, she turned her head to look at the sheriff's office and smiled.

Stretching and rubbing her neck, Jessica stood up.

Suddenly, she felt something was wrong, turned her head, and saw a figure in front of the window of the police station, staring at her.

Jessica hurriedly picked up the pistol from the table and ran outside the police station, but by the time she ran out of the police station, the figure had already disappeared without a trace.

She looked around and saw the Fit sedan parked in front of the police station crooked, with punctured tires and white paint on the windows.

"Grass! Bastard! Don't let me catch you! ”

Jessica gasped and looked at her car indignantly.