071. A funeral
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A beam of warm sunlight slowly shone on the floor of the bedroom.
It also dispelled the black mist that had not yet dissipated in the air.
The light seemed to pierce an invisible barrier.
Waves of noisy city sounds from outside the window gradually reached Rorschach's ears.
He opened his eyes dazedly.
"Hiss--"
Rorschach, who had not yet fully awakened, took a breath of cold air.
He raised his palm with a frown.
A few fingertips pressed hard on his temple.
Trying to relieve the tingling sensation coming from deep in the brain.
Not long after.
Rorschach, grinning, completely woke up.
He slowly got up and sat cross-legged on the bed.
Rorschach showed a puzzled expression on his face, muttering to himself:
"Am I catching a cold? Can't I resist those common minor illnesses with my current physical condition?"
Rorschach jumped off the bed with helplessness in his eyes.
He walked quickly to the desk.
He reached out and found a bottle of painkillers that had not expired from a pile of sundries.
Rorschach didn't even need water.
He just threw a few painkillers into his mouth and chewed them dry, swallowing them with great effort.
After a few minutes, it seemed that the drug took effect.
The tingling sensation from deep in Rorschach's brain gradually weakened.
Finally disappeared.
"Hu——"
Rorschach, who had barely recovered, slowly exhaled.
Even a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
He stood there and moved his body.
After sweating slightly on his back.
Rorschach turned and walked out of the bedroom.
At this moment, the gradually rising light shone through the kitchen glass onto the floor of the living room.
Just above the sofa in the living room.
My aunt, who had changed into a black dress, was looking at the mirror.
She kept combing her short hair.
After she heard the sound of the door opening.
She subconsciously raised her face with a moisturizing mask on.
Then, the aunt with a slightly round chin stared at Luo Xia who was standing there and twisting his neck.
She couldn't help but frowned.
She put the mirror on her knees, shook the comb in her other hand, and raised her voice and said:
"Smelly boy, what time is it? Why did you get up just now? I was going to call you... Why don't you go wash up?"
Hearing the words of the aunt.
Luo Xia, who was exercising, turned his head and looked at the clock hanging in the living room.
He blinked his eyes and said helplessly:
"Aunt, it's only nine o'clock. It won't delay the time even if it's later..."
However, he heard Luo Xia's little complaint.
Swish!
The aunt with a frown tore off the mask on her face.
She raised the comb in her hand with a serious expression, pointed at Rorschach and said:
"Have you forgotten the etiquette I taught you since you were a child?"
"This is a funeral!"
"It's the funeral of your friend Mike, the deceased brother!"
The aunt, who had always been more indulgent of Rorschach's behavior, was out of character.
Her tone and attitude were obviously much more serious.
However, before the angry aunt started the series of mouth cannons.
Rorschach, who seemed to be aching again in the depths of his brain, quickly raised the French military salute.
Indicated surrender.
He took a deep breath and looked at his aunt with a bad expression and begged for mercy:
"Aunt, I was wrong! I will go wash up immediately!"
So, the tall Rorschach rushed into the bathroom like a bull.
Five minutes later, Rorschach, refreshed, stood in front of his aunt in a black sports suit.
The expressionless aunt threw down the comb in her hand.
She squinted her eyes and looked at Rorschach up and down for a few times.
The aunt couldn't help but roll her eyes:
"Since you are growing so fast, I won't bother you about the etiquette of dressing. As for your taste in choosing clothes, I don't even bother to care about you..."
"Okay, let's go."
The aunt stood up from the sofa quickly.
Rorschach, with a smile on his face, bent slightly.
He extended his elbow to the aunt.
"Dear aunt, please go first?"
The aunt, with a wry smile, took Rorschach's thick arm.
She tilted her head.
She said to Rorschach earnestly:
"I warn you...be serious at the funeral and don't embarrass yourself. Do you understand?"
"I understand, I understand! I promise to complete the task!"
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Two o'clock in the afternoon.
The public cemetery in Harlem.
Mike's brother's funeral was held as scheduled.
Not many people came, all of them were Mike's friends or family relatives and neighbors in the community.
The tall Rorschach stood under the shade of a tree with his expressionless aunt.
At this moment, Rorschach heard the heart-wrenching cry of Mike's mother.
He looked at the big-mouthed Mike not far away, holding back his grief.
He kept comforting his mother's broken emotions.
Rorschach subconsciously took a deep breath.
His face remained indescribably solemn from beginning to end.
Just before the funeral began.
Rorschach learned some news from Mike.
That is, the federal government has ordered the New York Police Department, the FBI and many other departments to hastily close the case.
Whether it's the dead Jerry or more mutilated missing children.
All were finally defined by a cold official document.
At the same time, as long as the family of the deceased receives compensation due to humanitarian donations.
They automatically lose the right to continue to pursue the truth of the case.
Due to the mother's mental state and tight financial pressure.
Big Mouth Mac finally chose the federal government's outrageous terms.
He is just an ordinary poor man whose family is ruined.
Facing the federal government, there is no way to even struggle...
About half an hour later.
Accompanied by the chanting of a black priest.
Everyone watching the funeral said goodbye to each other and dispersed.
Rorschach and her aunt decline Mike's invitation to a family dinner.
Whether it's an aunt or a Rorschach.
Mike, who didn't even want to look haggard, held on.
After saying goodbye to each other.
Silent Rorschach stared at Mike's gradually stooped back.
And he hugged his mother's arm tightly and sighed slowly.
"well……"
At the same time, Rorschach, who squinted his eyes, subconsciously looked at the aunt beside him.
He hesitated for a moment and suddenly asked:
"Aunt... have you ever thought about leaving this hellish place? I mean this country."
Maybe Rorschach's question was too sudden.
Auntie was slightly startled.
She raised her slightly rounded chin.
A pair of reddish eyes stared at Rorschach:
"What are you doing? You boy feel that your wings have become stronger and you are more capable. Are you ready to abandon your aunt?"
Before she finished speaking, her aunt, who was pretending to be angry, stretched out her fingers and pinched Rorschach's muscular arm.
Although Rorschach felt no pain about this.
But in order to avoid further irritating my aunt.
He still changed the subject forcefully.
"Oh, aunt, I'm just asking... To make up for my verbal mistakes, I'll treat you to a movie and a feast!"
Rorschach said with a playful smile.
"This is what you said. Auntie didn't force you..."
The smiling aunt seemed to have forgotten the topic just now.
She patted Rorschach's arm and said with a smile:
"Come on, kid, I know where the most expensive restaurant in Harlem is!"
