008, Red Scarf (Signed!)
Rorschach subconsciously turned his eyes.
Stare into Eugene's eyes:
"Yesterday you were beaten up, and today my restaurant was robbed...Eugene, do you think I will believe this is a coincidence?"
Before he finished speaking, Luo Xia stood up suddenly.
He stepped on Eugene's chest!
The weight of the entire body is slowly exerted under the feet!
"ah!"
For a moment, the features on Eugene's face were distorted and his lips turned white.
Strings of sweat the size of peas quickly seeped out from his forehead.
He shouted at the top of his lungs, almost in a wailing voice:
"Rorschach, please believe me! I really don't know anything! Apart from bullying my classmates occasionally, I have never done anything illegal!"
However, the silent Rorschach pulled out a huge, narrow saber from his backpack.
Move slowly and firmly.
I saw Rorschach leaning down with a saber in hand, and the tip of the saber was pointed at Eugene's eyes!
Eugene, who was paralyzed on the ground, could almost feel the coldness coming from the sharp saber!
This made his liver and gallbladder split, and he didn't dare to move at all!
At the same time, a cold countdown also popped out from between Rorschach's teeth.
"one!"
"It's Sergei!"
Under this extremely terrifying mental pressure, Eugene's eyes instantly collapsed, and he shouted in a broken voice:
"It must be Sergey! It must be him! His cousin is a gangster! Sergey told me that their whole family has a gang background!"
A smile appeared on the corner of Rorschach's mouth, and it disappeared briefly.
His gesture of holding the saber remained unchanged.
But the force pressing on Eugene's chest was reduced by most of it.
"I thought Sergey was just bragging. Who doesn't know a few gangster friends? But I didn't expect that he would participate in the robbery and robbed your restaurant..."
Eugene had tears in his eyes, and his words seemed to contain unspeakable grievances.
Rorschach fell into deep thought and suddenly asked:
"Why do you think it was Sergei who did it?"
"I'm not sure..."
"But Sergey didn't come to the hospital to see me this afternoon!" Eugene's expression kept changing, and he said angrily: "Moreover, the embarrassing story of my injury has spread throughout the entire social circle! Except for Sergey, no one else People know about this!”
"One more thing... Sergey has liked tinkering with firearms since he was a child, but his skills were so bad that he was too embarrassed to show off, so he only mentioned it to me!"
Sergey is the blond man I saw yesterday when delivering food.
Rorschach took a deep breath, thought briefly, and made a decision.
He slowly put away the Catachan saber and moved away from the sole of Eugene's foot.
"His full name?" Rorschach asked.
"Sergey Petrov the Younger," Eugene blurted out.
"Where do you live?" Rorschach continued to ask.
"Probably somewhere in Brooklyn? I really don't know where exactly...because I've never been to his house!" Eugene, racking his brains, tried his best to explain.
Now he was afraid that Rorschach would not believe his words and continue to be violent.
Rorschach looked at Eugene again and nodded with satisfaction.
Now Eugene was too frightened to lie.
He really wasn't involved in the robbery.
Rorschach turned his eyes and suddenly found the mobile phone that Eugene had thrown on the sofa.
He stepped forward, picked it up, and handed it to Eugene on the ground:
"Call Sergey and ask where he is!"
"clear!"
Eugene took the phone, carefully searched for the number, and dialed it.
Unfortunately, there were only blind tones coming from the other side of the phone, with no one answering.
Eugene held his neck with an ugly expression.
He looked at Luo Xia and said with a wry smile:
"No one answered at all."
Rorschach nodded expressionlessly.
This was also within his expectation.
"Borrow it."
Rorschach took the phone from Eugene's hand and turned to leave.
The long night is just the beginning.
Just when he was about to step out of the room.
Luo Xia suddenly stopped and turned to look back:
"Do you know the rules to save your life?"
Eugene, who was still trembling on the ground, quickly answered:
"I will not call the police! Nor will I tell anyone! I will try my best to be a good person!"
"Thank you for your cooperation."
Rorschach nodded with satisfaction and walked out of the room.
Wait until the footsteps in the corridor gradually fade away.
Only then did Eugene hold his body up with difficulty, groaning in pain from time to time.
"It's simply an unnecessary disaster..."
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The traffic in the middle of the street is dense, and the piercing horns sound one after another.
As night falls, the bright lights of neon lights continue to shine on pedestrians returning home on the roadside.
It also reflected Rorschach's stern face.
At this moment, he was looking through Eugene's social account.
Look for clues about the next target, Sergey.
Ding dong——
At this moment, a Twitter message from @Eugene appeared in Rorschach's sight.
He clicked it casually, and the photos from Sergei Petrov were slowly loaded.
The photo appears to have been taken in a dimly lit bar booth.
Facing the camera, Sergey's upper body was exposed, his expression was extremely excited and his eyes were fiery.
Next to him, there were two naked women sticking out their buttocks and posing.
But it was Rorschach who was the only focus.
But it was a bunch of banknotes tightly held in Sergei's two palms in the photo!
Rorschach roughly calculated that there were more than 2,000 yuan in cash in the photo alone!
Can a poor guy who can barely pay for takeout become rich overnight?
Such a miracle may really exist in the world.
However, it does not belong to Sergei Petrov Jr.!
He is definitely one of the robbers who robbed the restaurant during the day!
Rorschach's eyes changed, and he sneered:
"Got you!"
Then, Rorschach put away his phone, turned the handlebars, and started to speed along the street.
Brooklyn, Blueberry Nightclub!
Sergei, who was not vigilant at all, was spending crazily in the store and enjoying the night!
Perhaps to stimulate the injured Eugene.
Sergei even thoughtfully marked the address of the nightclub in the photo.
This greatly reduced the difficulty of Rorschach's search!
At this moment, Rorschach faced the night wind, passed through the light beams of the street lamps, and ran towards the target.
However, before that,
He needed something to start this bloody midnight carnival.
Rorschach looked along the road and soon found a small supermarket.
By the time Rorschach finished shopping, the cash he had on him was almost gone.
A steel pipe as thick as a finger and more than a foot long.
A roll of toilet paper and two boxes of nails.
A military oil paint stick and a pair of heavy military boots.
In addition, because the supermarket was holding a promotional lottery.
Rorschach unexpectedly won a red men's headscarf as a consumption reward.
Under the night, Rorschach stared at the red headscarf in his hand.
He couldn't help but smile coldly.
