Chapter 29 It's decided to be you, Eugene!

  The next morning, at eight o'clock. Just as

  my aunt was about to walk out of the apartment door,

  she was blocked by two brightly colored lamb motorcycles.

  Standing aside, Rorschach pointed at the two motorcycles, one red and one yellow, and said with a smile:

  "Aunt, although your birthday is still more than half a year away, this can be regarded as an early gift. Anyway, be happy about everything!"

  "Stinky boy! Spending money again!"

  Although my aunt couldn't help but roll her eyes at Rorschach,

  her grinning mouth couldn't hide the smile on her face.

  "Aunt, let me teach you..."

  Rorschach wanted to teach my aunt how to operate a motorcycle with a smile.

  But she didn't expect my aunt to push Rorschach away.

  Her slightly round chin was raised high.

  "Your aunt used to be a veteran motorcycle rider... Well, oh, these are all stories from our youth, let's not talk about them!"

  Before she finished speaking,

  my aunt, who was not sure whether she was excited or blushing,

  actually hurriedly snatched the key that Rorschach was holding.

  She chose the yellow lamb and

  started the ignition with skillful movements.

  Then, the aunt waved her hand without looking back and walked away.

  "Tsk, I underestimated you..."

  Rorschach opened his eyes wide and couldn't help but sigh in amazement.

  At the same time, Rorschach also hoped that the aunt who received the gift

  would be able to understand enough about him taking the privilege of making up the exam without permission...

  Rorschach subconsciously put his hands behind his back.

  With a smile on his face, he went upstairs to go home.

  However, after studying hard for an hour.

  Rorschach, furious, picked up the chainsaw sword.

  He danced wildly in the living room, like a madman.

  Why do students need to learn algebraic geometry in mathematics?

  Aren't the various angles and methods of setting up murder traps good?

  Why do students need to take the art of behavior?

  Is Catachan fighting not good anymore?

  Or is Krieg's fighting skills poor?

  After swinging the chainsaw sword continuously for half an hour.

  Rorschach, exhausted, threw down his weapon casually.

  He sat on the sofa and panted.

  It's okay that he can't find the gun resources.

  The simulator can still support a few simulations.

  However, the graduation certificate in life continues to cause trouble for him.

  This is even more troublesome...

  As time goes by.

  Rorschach's eyelids slowly closed and he began to snore.

  When Rorschach was awakened by the sound of the door opening,

  he suddenly realized that the sky outside had darkened.

  He had actually slept all day!

  Rorschach was just about to get up and go to the kitchen to make dinner for his aunt.

  He turned around and saw his aunt sitting on the sofa in silence with a grim look on her face.

  Rorschach frowned slightly and asked in confusion:

  "Aunt, what's wrong? Is there a problem with the restaurant renovation?"

  "Jerry, Big Mouth Mike's missing brother has been found..."

  Aunt's eyes were slightly red, and she choked and said:

  "Mike called me and cried and said that his brother had been found, but he was no longer in human form..."

  "Mike's mother couldn't bear the shock and became completely mentally ill. Big Mouth Mike offered to resign and expressed his apology, so I didn't keep him."

  Rorschach was silent.

  There was no expression on his face, and he was as calm as a corpse.

  Rorschach was actually the first person to know

  about it. Unfortunately, there were too many changes involved.

  He couldn't tell Mike the truth in person.

  "Mike said that because the police still need to preserve evidence, Jerry's funeral was scheduled for half a month later."

  The aunt wiped her slightly moist eyes with the back of her hand, shook her head and sighed.

  "Mike said that he was grateful for our care over the years, and he hoped that we could go to the funeral when the time comes..."

  Rorschach nodded silently and whispered:

  "We should indeed go, this is also basic etiquette...Which community does Mike live in?"

  The aunt sighed and said:

  "Harlem, the famous community of people of color."

  Rorschach frowned slightly, and then relaxed.

  He said to his aunt with a serious expression:

  "The security in that community is very poor. You must not go there without my company. Big Mouth Mike is a good person, but that doesn't mean all black people are like that."

  The aunt nodded, stared at Rorschach and said:

  "I understand... By the way, there is one more thing I want to tell you. Since Mike has resigned, the restaurant needs to recruit waiters and kitchen helpers again."

  "Rorschach, you have grown up and have your own career..."

  "I don't understand superheroes, Captain America and other things, but I know you want to work hard to do good things, which is something worth affirming, so aunt won't stop you..."

  "Aunt, actually I..."

  Hearing the words of his aunt.

  Rorschach couldn't help but open his mouth, but the words that came to his throat couldn't be said.

  The aunt waved her hand and continued:

  "I just hope you don't get hurt or be in danger of your life. I won't force you to do anything else."

  Rorschach nodded heavily.

  After a moment's silence, he changed the subject:

  "Aunt, have you decided what kind of person to recruit?"

  "It doesn't matter whether it's a man or a woman. The main thing is that he or she has to be obedient and quick-witted..."

  Aunt frowned, thought for a moment and said,

  "It doesn't matter even if he or she can't cook. It's just cutting vegetables and preparing meals, a very simple job... Anyway, let's talk about it after the interview, okay?"

  Rorschach shrugged and started chatting casually with his aunt.

  Soon after, he ended the conversation with his aunt. It

  was midnight.

  Rorschach, expressionless, held the chainsaw sword in one hand.

  The other hand holding the plasma pistol was placed on his chest.

  He lay on the bed and stared at the dim ceiling.

  Rorschach had just checked the number of missing children in the country in recent years.

  The number counted by the New York police alone was shocking.

  If the disabled children were killed for the economic benefits brought by their organs and corneas,

  then where did the other more healthy children go?

  Are the sportswear gangs the only ones in New York and even the whole country engaged in similar criminal business?

  Is the so-called underground king the mastermind behind the entire chain of interests?

  Does he need to notify the superheroes?

  It is not certain whether Iron Man Stark will take care of it.

  But Captain America will definitely take care of it.

  But once Rorschach accidentally exposes his identity,

  then the SHIELD with Hydra everywhere will always be a huge hidden danger!

  Also, how can the resources and guns of the simulator be obtained stably?

  Should I go crazy and rob the warehouse of the arms dealer?

  Or learn how to make guns from the Internet?

  What materials are needed to make a gun?

  Rorschach closed his eyes and his mind was full of thoughts.

  He pondered over many unanswered questions.

  Until he was drowsy and confused.

  A thought that he had ignored for a long time

  suddenly burst out of his mind!

  "I am out of touch with the news, but someone is well-informed!"

  Rorschach sat up from the bed in an instant, with a faint smile on his face.

  "For example, my dear classmate Eugene."

  　Please collect it! Please recommend it!

  　　Damn it, the advertising guy is simply unstoppable.

  (End of this chapter)