While Jack and Tifa are attacked by the Creeper, Rorschach walks down the dusty avenue between the Civic Center and the Lord's Manor. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

This long, wide road is about 500 years old, it crosses almost the entire city, and is the longest straight road in Ash City, where nobles used to run their carriages on the Dust Avenue in the old days, and commoners would stop on both sides of the street, envying the luxurious and clean life.

Today, however, Dust Avenue is one of the most deserted streets in Ash City, perhaps because of the new serious politics next to it, or perhaps because it hides some secrets.

Rorschach prefers the latter.

A week ago, he had infiltrated Viscount William's manor and found a lot of charred shredded letterheads in the ashes of the fireplace, apparently, Viscount William had not dealt with it seriously enough, there were still some scraps of paper on which he could find sporadic clear handwriting, Rorschach saw some demonic words with "eternal life", "blood" and "red moon" written on them, which looked very much like Viscount William had gone astray personally, and perhaps there was no big conspiracy behind it.

Rorschach didn't find a second suspicious thing in Viscount William's estate, there was no secret door, no basement, and certainly no evil altar, but it was this cleanliness that made him wary and made him overturn his previous thoughts, maybe behind Viscount William, there was indeed some kind of conspiracy about the devil.

Otherwise, his manor could not have been cleaner than the most devout believer in the god of light.

For the next three days, Rorschach found almost nothing, and there was no useful news in the dark world of Ember City, but this was completely expected by Rorschach, and the real darkness was not a child's play, and how could it be so well known, they often cloaked in light and hidden in the light of justice.

On the fourth day, Rorschach found a clue to move forward at the pancake shop, where the owner enthusiastically introduced him to Ember City's famous Red Tile River, the same river that Rorschach had crossed when he dived into the sewers that day, which curved through Ash City, connecting the harbor to the Hull Mountains. The owner of the pancake shop mentions the history of the Red Tile River, which was known as the Red Moon River in the Third Age, when the City of Ashes was the city that had the most contact with the Blood Elves (vampires) merchants.

Thus, Rorschach learned the meaning of the Red Moon, and on the fourth day, he walked along the entire Red Moon River. In the evening, under the river between the Civic Center and the East Business District, Rorschach found the body of the [owl], which was wrapped in white canvas except for the head, and hung with six heavy stones hanging from a rope.

Taking advantage of the night, Rorschach cut open the heavy stone that had sunk the [owl] and carried his body out of the city. He tore open the tightly wrapped canvas, revealing the swollen body of the [owl] - he was still in uniform, but the body had stretched the straitjacket into chunks of flesh.

Rorschach endured the stench of the corpse, and searched carefully, hoping to find some useful clues, and Rorschach's luck was indeed good, when he broke open the corpse's mouth, he accidentally touched a denture, and the inside of the denture was hidden - [Owl] stuffed a note in it, which contained the address of the city lord's manor.

Then, after monitoring the City Lord's Manor for two days and two nights, Rorschach decided to go in tonight to find out what was going on, as he really didn't find anything abnormal.

The street lamps were dim and dim at night, the sporadic passers-by appeared and disappeared at the intersection, the carriage that happened to pass by seemed to sound like a sudden thunder, and then disappeared in a moment, and Rorschach "saw" from a distance a homeless man nestled in the corner behind a small building as if he had found a home, pulled up a blanket and slept happily in the cold night breeze.

He withdrew his gaze, tightened his black coat, and walked to the fence and trees on the periphery of the City Lord's Manor. He climbed over the railing with ease, crouched like a cat, silently through the small woodland, and finally, from behind a low tree, observed the two-story house sleeping in the night.

This manor was unlike any other Rorschach had seen, and at dusk it was getting darker instead of getting darker, not noisier, but quieter. The manor seemed to blend into the endless silence of the night, with no guards and no traps - at least for now.

The magic surged, Rorschach's bloodline had been urged to the limit, and the radius of three hundred meters was included in Rorschach's monitoring range, because there was no danger and vigilance, so Rorschach easily came to the bottom of the villa, and stepped on the air twice, and then in the insignificant fragmented sound, he came to the second floor of the villa, he searched this floor, there were no lights, nothing special, not even people, when he searched the first floor again, he stood in the kitchen with some irritability.

There was not a single person in this huge estate that night.

But that was completely unreasonable, no matter which nobleman he went out, he would make sure that there was a servant at home.

But, other than that, the whole villa looked unusual, he carefully sensed the air around him, and walked around the first floor, until at last, he noticed that in the grass outside the kitchen, there was a wooden stake that was slightly breathing outward, which meant that there was at least a hole under the stake - maybe it was a secret passage leading somewhere.

Nearly exhausted of patience, Rorschach smashed the stake to pieces and found the ladder below that led to the unknown below.

Underneath the ladder was a large hollow that seemed to connect to the dock, and Rorschach could hear the faint sound of water, but that wasn't the point, the point was that there were "people" in this huge hollow that couldn't feel the head.

A strong white light hit Rorschach's body.

His black coat and hat pull out a black shadow, which contrasts sharply with his white mask.

Although he was about to face dozens of times more enemies than Rorschach, Rorschach did not have the slightest fear and hesitation, and he heard a voice shouting proudly:

"Welcome to the demonic underworld, you will be ours...... Oh, the one hundred and fifty-first volunteer, haha, thank you for your dedication, thank you for your active participation, little ones, send the warmest welcome to our distinguished guests!"

The voice fell, and the almost uncountable tide of "people" screamed and surged, drowning out Rorschach's thin and thin figure.

Looking at the "people" who were pushing each other, twisting their bodies, and rushing towards him, Rorschach was not afraid, his hind feet retreated slightly, his forepaws were erected, and the voice of one person suppressed all the noise.

"Come!"