"Dreberg said the same thing, but I don't believe it." Rorschach was referring to his good friend, the Old Night Stalker, another member of the old militia.

"There's a Manhattan doctor in the United States, and they've been very careful to do so for 65 years, and they won't make such a low-level mistake...... I think there is someone who is secretly hunting down us masked heroes. Rorschach voiced his guess.

It's close to the truth.

Leus and Ozmandis said the same thing in their hearts, and Ozmandis replied: "Not necessarily, there are many people and forces who want to take revenge on the laughing man, not only on the Russian side of the Soviet army, but also on his style, in fact, he is a Nazi." ”

Rorschach was a little angry, but his facial changes were hidden under a special hood, and it was hard to know what he was thinking unless he could understand what the inkblot meant.

"The Laughing Artist is only doing things for the country, Werther, he has never let anyone fire him, he has never taken advantage of the country, and he has never opened a company to sell posters, perfumes, or figurines made in his own image."

Rorschach held the figure in his hand as a figure of the Pharaoh, that is, Ozmandis looked like when he was a masked hero, and he continued with a little sarcasm: "He has never become a slave to money, and if such a person can be called a Nazi by you, then I should be considered too." ”

There was no anger or anything else on Ozmandis' face, but Leus could tell that in some ways, Ozmandis had a lot of similarities with him.

For example, in terms of combat, Ozmandis can imprint every detail of the combat environment in his mind very quickly. Convert them into information, and then add them to the deduction of the battle trend, calculating the likelihood of each next move and every move of the opponent. And how to deal with him next, how to maximize the use of everything he can use, to counterattack the opponent.

"Rorschach, and no one has ever fired me, it's me who chose to quit this life-and-death career of fighting criminals, and listed the company for two years before the police fulfilled the Keene Act, and I don't want to be involved in all of this anymore."

The Keene Act is a kind of bill against masked heroes like them. All masked heroes are required to register their personal information, as the general public, the general public, recognize each other if the watchman is qualified to supervise the criminals among them. So who is qualified to oversee these watchmen?

But Leus knew that Ozmandis was lying, so he stopped Rorschach as he was about to leave.

"Hello, I am a prophet." Lius greeted calmly.

"Is there anything wrong with you?" Ozmandis replied lukewarmly. It seemed that as long as Leus's answer did not satisfy him. Then the next moment, he will ask the security guards to let them go.

With a wave of his hand, the paper and pen on the table flew into his hand, and he wrote down a formula and placed it on the table.

"Give you a year, if you can solve this formula, then I'll let you play with this world, or I'm sorry. I had to take some precautions. ”

In this world, perhaps only this person can guess a little bit of his layout and act clues. But Leus still doesn't care, he just treats the world as a holiday now.

After Rorschach left, the two walked on their way to their next destination.

"Prophet, can you tell me how the laughing master died?"

Rorschach wanted to find the answer from the young man next to him who seemed to be omnipotent, but the other party did not respond, he laughed at himself: "Also, if you know, you don't have to accompany me to find the rest of the people." ”

I know.

Leus said this in his heart, but he wouldn't tell Rorschach that the game had just begun.

"How many people are left of the former militia now?"

This question made Rorschach's mouth full of bitterness, Werther seemed to him to be nothing more than a cowardly, hypocritical fat businessman, and Dreberg, an old friend, was now a waste who only knew how to hide in the corner and miss the past.

Of all the people, is he still the only one left who is still fighting hard?

"Night Stalker now runs an auto shop, Silk Soul lives in a sanatorium in California, Mothman is locked up in a mental hospital in Maine, he was killed by an underage guy after his silhouette exited, Dollar Bill was shot, Justice disappeared in '55, Laughmaker is dead, and there are only two people left on our list." Rorschach pulled out the journal in his pocket.

Leus nodded, he knew it very well, but he just wanted to enlighten him.

The two of them came to the Rockefeller Military Investigation Institute, and saw a huge blue man, six people tall, operating a huge machine.

"Good evening, Rorschach."

This giant blue man was none other than Dr. Manhattan, the only superpowered person in this world before Leus came, and now he was slowly shrinking his body and looking at the two of them.

"What are you doing here, Rorschach, this is a government base, and I heard you're being hunted by the military." It was the second generation of Silk Soul who spoke, the daughter of the first generation of Silk Soul, who naively became the companion of Dr. Manhattan because of idol worship.

"Well, good evening, Miss Jupiter." Rorschach greeted her, and Jupiter was their family name.

"You haven't answered my name yet." Silk Soul II didn't seem to welcome Rorschach very much.

Rorschach was not in a good mood, and Leus, who was beside him, felt his emotions.

"I'm really sorry, I'm here to bring you bad news, the laughing master is dead." Rorschach put his hands back in his coat pockets, and he felt a little cold.

Dr. Manhattan, however, didn't seem to care, saying, "Yes, ever since he and I became the only two openly hired watchmen by the government, I knew the C.I.A. would suspect that it had something to do with the people in Libya." ”

"But I don't work for the government...... It doesn't seem like you're too interested in Blake's death, either. Rorschach felt desolate.

"A living body and a dead corpse, they contain the same number of particles, there is no difference in the overall structure, life and death are abstract concepts in my eyes, why should I care about this?" Dr. Manhattan shows his inhuman thinking.

Rorschach turned to talk to Silk Soul, hoping to get her support, but somehow, the conversation touched on her mother, who had been strongly insulted by the Laughing Craftsman, and he touched the lady's heart.

It's really not an emotionally intelligent subordinate.

Leus sighed, watching the second generation of Silk Soul get angry, watching Dr. Manhattan prepare to teleport Rorschach out of here, he made a move.

This time, he is going to officially fight the "Quantum Observer". (To be continued......)