"What the did you drop in front of the police station overnight?"

Gordon's heart chuckled, and he couldn't help but burst into a foul language at this moment, as he had always been good-tempered.

In front of him, hundreds of criminals let out wails.

If there was such an award as "the worst symphony orchestra" in the world, there was no doubt that he would be selected for the first place in front of him.

"There were a hundred and twenty-one criminals, most of whom had broken arms or legs to varying degrees, and a few unlucky ones who had broken their ribs."

"Heavenly ......"

Looking at the inside of the police station, where the cells were about to burst, Gordon only felt as if a breath had accumulated in his chest.

"We contacted the surrounding hospitals for a simple emergency treatment, but ......"

The little policeman, who reported to Gordon, looked at the chief with some nervousness.

In fact, since midnight yesterday, criminals who have broken their hands and feet have been thrown at the door of the police station.

At first, the police were able to accept it, but as the number proliferated, some criminals even called the police hotline themselves, begging them to take them away.

Gordon was woken up by a phone call at three o'clock in the middle of the night, left the warm bed to work overtime at the police station, and almost always moved the criminals back to the police station in Gotham.

It wasn't until the morning that the farce came to an end for the time being.

Gordon pressed his throbbing temples, and his blood pressure went up.

Tonight was destined to be a sensational night in Gotham, as Gordon had seen several damn TV and newspaper cars parked in front of the police station.

The beautiful reporter wearing ten-centimeter high heels walked like a fly, and the photographer carrying a long gun and a short cannon behind her was not inferior.

Early in the morning, before Gordon could even deal with breakfast, he suffered a new round of onslaught.

"Get out of the way!"

With a grudge that can turn into a ghost, Gordon starts a new, busy day.

At the same time, Rorschach couldn't help but stretch in his own residence.

That night, he visited all corners of Gotham City.

Basically, there can be some dirty deals in this city, and he has touched a big difference.

The evil spirit in his mind was obviously satisfied with this sense of revenge that far exceeded his expectations, and although he hadn't burned anyone to death, this kind of hurting others also gave him great satisfaction.

The yellow energy in the body has reached an unprecedented strength.

Although Rorschach had not yet fully mastered the use of this energy, he knew that this power was extremely powerful enough to run rampant in the universe.

In order to make the thugs in Gotham remember themselves, it is not enough to break their hands and feet.

He also deliberately changed to the appearance of the masked Rorschach in the movie "Watchmen", trying to maximize their psychological shadow area.

If you want to impress the other party, you will spread your "good name" to the whole city.

It was just noon, and a group of criminals came out of the door of the Gotham police station.

It is difficult to determine the charges against them, it is not their own confession, and the police have no way to interrogate them.

In the end, they all paid a bail and were able to get out.

"May I ask what attacked you?"

"How did you get to the Gotham Police Department?"

"Why did the police release you? Is this a sign of the corruption of power? ”

Whenever someone walks out of the police station, it is an intensive meal of questions and flashing lights.

Chief Gordon didn't let reporters into the police station to disturb their work, and it was okay to crouch at the door of the police station.

"So, the garbage was attacked by a six-foot-tall man wearing a white mask with a black pattern on the mask that keeps changing?"

"So far, most of the prisoners' confessions are correct."

The little policeman in charge of sorting out the materials nodded, and all the policemen in the police station went around in succession, and finally made out more than 20 confessions.

"The rest of the confessions are also slowly being collected."

Gordon rubbed his temples, even after a busy morning, he still felt that his blood pressure was a little high.

"Sheriff, good work."

The little policeman was also very considerate and handed over a cup of coffee and two pieces of bread.

"Colin is almost emptying the surrounding bakery and convenience supermarket, but the prisoners in the prison have to eat too, so there isn't much ......"

Gordon nodded, looking at the portraitist's first engraving.

"This pattern, no matter how you look at it, it looks a little familiar."

"Isn't this the Rorschach inkblot test?" The psychological profiler who passed by from behind casually said, "Which freak took this as a sign of his crime?" ”

"It's worse than that." Gordon shook his head with a wry smile. "This could be a sign of a 'superhero' who has come out of nowhere."

"Whew—it's farther than I thought it would be."

Rorschach looked at the manor in front of him, the Gothic architectural style made the roof of the house seem to rush to the sky.

When visiting the two founders of the Gray Matter Company, Rorschach "casually" asked the Wayne Group, the largest company in town.

And, of course, the most important piece of information – Bruce Wayne is alive.

It is not difficult to know the location of Wayne Manor, you only need to know one direction, this vast, opulent and palatial mixed with a trace of dilapidated buildings, extremely eye-catching.

It's really not good, just run around Gotham City for a while, it's just a little time.

Standing in front of the gate of Wayne Manor, Rorschach couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

It is worthy of the Wayne family, even if it is used in extremely restrained black, its sense of opulence from a distance is not inferior to other mansions furnished with various decorations that look expensive.

Rorschach knocked on the door, and the price of this thick door alone was an astronomical amount that many families could not reach in a lifetime.

However, Rorschach also knew that he had swaggered in all the way, even if he only installed a camera, and he should see that something was wrong.

"What can I offer you, sir?"

The doors open slowly, and these extremely heavy gates are usually equipped with a very discreet electric system.

An old butler in the style of a typical English gentleman stood in front of Rorschach, neither humble nor arrogant.

"I'm guessing you're Alfred, I'm here to visit Bruce." The corners of Rorschach's mouth also raised.

"Master Wayne had a party last night, and he's still hungover, so it's inconvenient to see guests."

Just looking at the other party's words and demeanor, Alfred will not take it lightly, not to mention, he has seen too much over the years of being a housekeeper.

"Forget it, butler, Bruce can drink? Even a small bite? ”

Rorschach laughed a little straight, as if he had heard something ridiculous.

"Seriously, I'm really his friend, and I've known him since he had two little pointed ears and was gliding through tall buildings in a cape."

Rorschach retracted his smile and looked at Alfred, who was facing a great enemy.

"Let him in, Ah Fu."

A dull and then deep voice came from inside the room, echoing even in the empty hall.

"Okay." Alfred sighed heavily, "Can you tell me the name?" This guest. ”

"Rorschach, Rorschach Kent."