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Chapter 122: The Depths of Logan's Granddaughter's Sin (asking for monthly tickets)

Manhattan, New York.

Downtown area.

Compared with the Upper East Side, known as the wealth center of the United States, and the Midtown area with its numerous commercial buildings, the Downtown area, although developed later, exudes a unique cultural atmosphere.

There are many universities, museums and cultural centers here, and even Chinatown has taken root here.

Of course, it’s not as beautiful as it seems.

After all, the downtown area has always had the unpleasant reputation of being "the backyard of Wall Street elites during the day and a playground for gang members at night."

But Rorschach didn't care about any of this. What satisfied him most now was that he actually lived near Chinatown.

"No, no, no, trust me, Mexican hot sauce is spicy enough, but it's not as good as Sichuan hot sauce in enhancing the flavor of food."

"Coco, they're both hot sauces, what's the difference?"

"Of course! One is simply spicy, and the other is fragrant and spicy."

"Well, I only knew that you loved Chinese food, but I didn't expect you were also an expert on China."

In the library that Harold used as his base, the two men sat across from each other at a table piled high with takeout.

Kung Pao Chicken, Mapo Tofu, Boiled Fish, Roast Duck, Smoked Chicken, Shrimp Dumplings, Shaomai. There was even a whole plastic basin of rice.

Harold had never seen such a sumptuous Chinese meal before. He put down his chopsticks after taking two bites.

The dishes were too strong for him.

But Rorschach didn't care about that. He was wolfing down the rice covered in soup without stopping.

He had been eating a lot since he was imprisoned, but now he could finally have a good meal!

Under the corner of the table, Brian was also busy eating dog food, and from time to time he looked up and whimpered at Rorschach, hoping to get a few bones.

Harold couldn't help but smile as he watched this scene.

He and Rorschach drifted on the sea for three full days. He had originally thought that with Rorschach's injuries, it would take at least a month to recover before he could move around again, but in the end, it was only three days, not a day more or less.

Three days later, after removing the bandages, not only did this guy recover from all his injuries, but he could also swim ten nautical miles in the sea following the yacht!

Harold, who had been watching anxiously all the way, was finally sure that the other party was really recovered!
So, under the protection of the [Machine], he brought Rorschach ashore ahead of time, and the two returned to New York without much effort.

Of course, the main reason is Rorschach's messy hair and beard that is half a finger long.

He was just a homeless man with a good figure but was poor and destitute. No one could have guessed that he was the number one wanted criminal on TV.

Harold looked at Rorschach, who, though clean and fresh-faced, still looked like a homeless man, and asked, "Are you really not going to take care of your hair and beard?"

Rorschach refused without even looking up: "I'm now wanted by nearly half the countries in the world. Do you think I can still leave the house if I'm dressed like I was before?"

After a careful examination, Harold suggested, "You've been sporting a Beckham-esque beard since you enlisted. Shaving it off completely would significantly alter your appearance. It would make you look several years younger than you do now. And then there's your hairstyle."

"I noticed you're fond of the '90s-inspired slicked-back hairstyle, but your facial features are actually better suited to a flat top with a gradual side part and a few bangs. This will not only highlight your handsome features and naturally angular facial features, but also create a contrast with your old look. People who aren't familiar with you won't recognize you at all."

Rorschach was confused.

The piece of meat that was being chewed in his mouth suddenly stopped.

He looked at Harold who was pointing fingers at his hairstyle and clothing taste, and suddenly he had a bad feeling in his heart.

"Hey, buddy, it seems like there's something I need to tell you in advance."

Rorschach raised his greasy index finger, his eyes narrowed dangerously.
"First, I'm not a T-sexual. Second, I discriminate against male T-sexuals. Third, if you are, I won't discriminate against you, but if you dare to hit me, even if you're my savior, I'll beat you up!" Harold was stunned at first, then he laughed out loud in anger: "You, you better stop talking, Rorschach! I have someone I like, and she's a woman through and through!"

"Fuck, why didn't you say so earlier?"

Rorschach rolled his eyes and continued to eat.

Harold shook his head helplessly and continued to explain, "You don't have to worry about surveillance issues after changing your appearance. Now, as long as your face appears in any camera, the system will automatically replace it with another one."

He pushed up his glasses. "I can also prepare a dozen real, usable identities and bank accounts for you, ready to use at any time. Of course, all this will have to wait until you complete your image transformation."

Rorschach didn't rush to shave or get a haircut. He wiped his mouth with a napkin and asked seriously, "There's something I can't understand. The Federation can control the [machine], and you can control the [machine] too. The Federation controls the [machine] to arrest me, and you control the [machine] to save me."

He spread his hands, puzzled, "Could it be that this intelligent AI called [Machine] has a split personality? One wants to capture me, and the other wants to let me go."

Harold frowned, as if trying to think of a simple way to explain this complex problem.

"You could think of it as a... uh, conjoined twin."

He gestured earnestly, "The main body of the [machine] is in the hands of the Federation, but this body has two independently functioning 'brains,' one of which is with me. Hmm, I suddenly realize that this metaphor is a bit unusual."

"But just understand it this way: the part controlled by the Federation is mainly responsible for predicting terrorist activities, while my side predicts death threats from ordinary people. The two do not interfere with each other."

"Does the Federation know about the existence of your 'backdoor'?" Rorschach asked.

"Of course not." Harold smiled confidently, "This head is covered under the clothes. No one knows except you and me."

Rorschach nodded thoughtfully.

He was actually a little surprised that Harold was so honest with him.

But the strange thing was that during the few days he had been with Harold, he had never seen him contact the [Machine] on his own initiative. It was obvious that the other party still had some reservations.

"After you finish eating, I will arrange for a tailor to come and make a few sets of clothes for you. They are all hired from that special hotel and are absolutely reliable."

"No"

Rorschach decisively refused.

He pointed to the tattered dark red leather jacket beneath his windbreaker and said seriously, "Just ask the tailor to fix this leather jacket for me."

Although Harold was a little surprised, he did not insist. He just reminded Rorschach again to remember to shave and change his hairstyle.

After saying that, he took out an envelope from his bag:
"This is the owner of the social security number that the machine spit out when I just arrived in New York this morning. Let's analyze it. This lady..."

Suddenly, a hand pressed heavily on the envelope.

Harold looked up in surprise and met Rorschach's unprecedented serious gaze.

"I will do my best to save the person in the envelope, but, Harold, I have a favor to ask of you."

"what?"

"Help me find the whereabouts of a girl."

Rorschach took off the necklace he had been wearing since the Gary Mountains, opened the pendant to reveal a smiling girl inside.

"Liz Logan."

"I was kidnapped in the mountains of Gary at the age of twelve. I'd bet my life that there's a much more sinister crime hidden behind this crime!"

(End of this chapter)