Rorschach is not a trouble-loving person, whether it's someone else's business or his own.

However, Jacques said that there were four "people" in his body, and judging from his tragic condition, it did not look like he was talking about it.

Jacques seemed to see something that shouldn't be seen, and the blood and tears had not stopped, but his strange state of soul could not have an impact on reality.

So when his blood dripped onto the floor, it disappeared without a trace every time.

"You ......"

Rorschach looked at him, and Jacques shuddered, and without saying a word, turned into a black light and slipped out of the window.

Rorschach chased after him, but he was gone.

Scared?

Jacques didn't say goodbye, but Rorschach believed he would come.

He lay on the bed, looking at the ceiling, thinking about what Jacques had just said.

Four "people", in this body, there are four "people".

Judging from Jacques's description, the one that is exactly the same as the physical movement is Rorschach himself.

The one who was sleeping was undoubtedly Rorschach Morrison.

That...... What about the man staring at Jacques with an eerie smile?

And the horror of the three eyes......

According to Levi, a person who can witness the "real" will breed another "self" in his soul, and he does not know what the truth in Levi's mouth is.

If it is possible to see something invisible, then whether it is Avella, or Rorschach Morrison, or even Rorschach himself, all have this ability.

Does this mean...... He himself was unaware of it, and his soul bred an alien?

At the moment, there are two possibilities.

One, the person who was staring at Jacques was an anomaly split from Rorschach's own soul, and "he" had not yet shown any abnormality. And the existence of the three eyes is the possession of Morrison's soul.

Two, the person who was staring at Jacques was an outlier split from Morrison's soul, and the existence of the three eyes...... It's the God who hasn't woken up yet.

Both speculations are possible......

Rorschach fell asleep in the midst of such complicated thoughts, and slept until the early hours of the next morning.

To his surprise, he slept less than five hours before he became refreshed.

Looking out the window, it was just dawn, and it wasn't even six o'clock yet.

At this moment, Rorschach suddenly heard some movement in the corridor outside the door.

Anyway, he had rested enough, and Rorschach planned to go downstairs to move his muscles, and when he opened the door, he saw a person in the corridor that surprised him.

"Berwinkins? You got up so early? Rorschach looked at the sickly-looking aristocratic young master.

Berwenkins smiled reluctantly at Rorschach, his face ugly.

"What's wrong with you?" Rorschach frowned slightly, and Berwenkins looked in terrible condition, sweating profusely, and his body was barely steady.

Rorschach went up and held him up.

"Mr. Rorschach...... Please be quiet," Berwenkins glanced toward the old butler's room, "let's go down......

Helping him to the first floor of the tavern, and just as he was about to sit down the young man, who was unsteady on his way, Berwenkins said, "Mr. Rorschach...... Can you take me...... Look at the rising sun? ”

"Hmm." Rorschach nodded, food, housing and transportation were all covered by this young master, and it was not too much for people to ask for this.

Rorschach grabbed a long bench on which the hillbillies had been bragging and farting last night.

Berwinkins glanced at it, but didn't see anything wrong with the stool.

With that, Rorschach helped him to the open space outside the tavern.

The two knights on duty standing at the door heard the movement and immediately prepared to come up and salute, but were dismissed by Berwenkins with a wave.

Rorschach placed Berwenkins on the bench and sat down beside him unceremoniously.

Coming down from the second floor, Rorschach could clearly feel that Berwenkins was overwhelmed.

He was so weak that almost his entire body was leaning on Rorschach.

The two sat on a bench, and the sun had not yet come out.

There wasn't a hint of wind around, everything was quiet.

Opposite the tavern was a low mountain, and from a distance, the sky above the mountain was shrouded in a thin layer of clouds, like a hazy curtain.

The withered old trees on the side were tinged with a slight greenery, and the branches of the treetops were slightly moist, and the town of Hogg was already very close to the sea, and the moisture in the early morning was much heavier than that of Dulan.

Rorschach took a deep breath and could even smell the dirt beneath his feet.

"Mr. Rorschach, I envy you." Berwenkins' voice rang softly around Rorschach.

"Envy me?" Rorschach turned his head to look at him, his face twitching unnaturally, "Young Master, you probably don't know what story I have. ”

When Berwinkins heard this, he also turned his head to look at him.

His light brown pupils were as gentle as water, and under his gaze, Rorschach's heart suddenly calmed down.

"At least, you're still alive and doing what you want."

There was no pain, no sorrow in Berwenkins's voice, only a faint trace of reluctance and regret.

"You ......" Rorschach pondered his words for the first time, subconsciously not wanting to say something disheartening in front of Berwinkins.

"I'm going to die."

Berwenkins turned his head away, continuing to look at the top of the mountain, which was shrouded in thin clouds, but had gradually reddened.

His voice was calm, as if the one who was going to die was not him.

Rorschach opened his mouth, then chose to close.

He didn't feel like he needed to speak at this time.

As Berwenkins looked, on the top of the mountain, the clouds and mist shrouded in red light, which was extremely beautiful.

"Mr. Rorschach, you say...... Does my life have meaning? Berwinkins muttered.

The dim light of the sky reflected on his face, his face was almost transparent, the black around his eye sockets was also much more, and his cheeks were even thinner to the point that only a layer of skin was left on the bones, and a thick twilight was wrapped around this noble young master who should have been the most brilliant age.

Rorschach shook his head and said, "I don't know, I'm not you. Whether it makes sense or not, you can only say it yourself. ”

Berwenkins smiled, his light brown pupils becoming gentler, and he looked up at the sky: "I often wonder if my father would come to see me if my body was better?" If I am stronger, will my mother come to see me? Why are they all descendants of the Lei Ming family, only I was born weak and sickly? I was confused and unwilling, I read a lot of books and memorized a lot of knowledge, and I believe that I will not be worse than any of my brothers......"

"I believe that if I had a strong body like theirs, I would definitely become the most famous general in the South...... No, marshal! Berwenkins' eyes were sparkling.

Rorschach looked at him in a daze, and then looked up at the sky that had already revealed the sun, perhaps because of the glow, or for some other reason, Berwenkins's pale face was now a little more bloody.

And then ...... They're going to be proud of me, they're not going to hide it anymore, and they have a kid named Berwenkins......"

He smiled and coughed violently: "If there is a day, I am willing to give up everything...... As long as you can change back to a healthy body, then ...... Be their pride. ”

He let go of the hand covering his mouth, and the blood on it was shocking.