North American riot police: Start by arresting P. Diddy!

Chapter 29 "Shut up, man!!!"

Outside the hospital.

Rorschach had just hung up the phone with his Irish brother.

Gus's words that morning had obviously left a shadow in his heart.

Rorschach certainly didn't have any family.

But speaking of friends and partners... Well, although he always calls himself a lone wolf, he does have a few good friends.

He has called them one by one, reminding them to be careful recently.

But this is only a temporary solution and not a fundamental solution. As long as Gus is alive, he and the people around him will never have peace.

But if Gus was really shot, his own criminal record would be exposed.

Injure one thousand enemies, and self-inflict eight hundred.

Or, he could sneak into Gus's house and steal the safe... But considering Gus's cautiousness, his villa must be full of gunmen patrolling day and night. How easy would it be to steal the safe?
Rorschach fell into deep thought and couldn't think of a perfect solution for a moment.

But he also knew one thing: Gus had to die, and it couldn't be delayed for too long.

If I really can't think of a solution, I can only be a lone wolf again, sneak into Gus's house and start killing people.

"Hey?! What bad idea are you thinking of? You're so engrossed."

Ginny, who had just left the hospital, saw Rorschach in a daze and patted his arm.

"I'm thinking about how many laps I'll make you chase police cars today." Rorschach glanced at the girl.

After a few days of recuperation, Ginny has recovered and there is no sign of concussion.

"Tsk, what an inhuman fellow." Ginny rolled her eyes and then asked excitedly, "The director said there's a big case for us. Do you know what it is?"

Rorschach waved his hand. "Let's talk in the car. Also, don't change into your police uniform. We're going to the North District to enforce the law, so plainclothes will be fine."

"Yeah!" Ginny shouted happily when she heard it.

In the police station, only detective-level officers can wear plain clothes. I didn’t expect that I could experience plainclothes law enforcement after just a few days of working as a police officer.

She jumped open the passenger door and urged Rorschach to get going quickly.

Seeing the energetic look of the rookie Ginny, Rorschach, who was originally in a bad mood, felt much better.

After getting in the car, he threw the file to Ginny and gave her a brief account of the case.

There were four victims in total: a high school sweetheart and a student on the school ice hockey team. All three attended the most expensive private schools in Chicago and had prominent family backgrounds. Another of the victims was even more troublesome. He was a state-renowned plastic surgeon with considerable influence in the North Side.

Ginny nodded as she looked over the files.

The girl in the couple broke her neck at the ice skating rink three days ago, and it was initially ruled an accident.

Her boyfriend was killed by someone hitting him on the back of the head with a blunt object in a motel a day ago.

The student on the ice hockey team was also found in the school bathroom on the same day, having been hit on the head repeatedly with a hockey stick.

Finally, the plastic surgeon was killed by someone slashing his throat at home this morning.

After reading the witness statements, Ginny asked in confusion, "Isn't it obvious? The last person these four people saw when they died was a girl named Maria. How could such a coincidence happen? The murderer must be this Maria."

"There's no physical evidence, and all the cameras at the scene have been destroyed. Is that the case of innocent until proven guilty?"

As Rorschach drove, he spoke as if instructing a novice driver, "Maria is the daughter of the plastic surgeon and a classmate of the other three victims. She's indeed the most likely suspect, but her fingerprints were not found at the scene."

"Those confessions are only one-sided accounts from the students. Look at their descriptions of Maria, they are full of disdain, disgust, and pity. This shows that this girl is not popular at school and may have been bullied for a long time. Therefore, the confessions are not credible."

"Also, her mother testified for her, saying that Maria went shopping with her husband when he died. The supermarket surveillance can prove that they are not lying."

Ginny was a little confused and scratched her head. "Doesn't that mean the girl is innocent? But patricide... doesn't seem likely."

"That's not necessarily true." Rorschach replied indifferently.

He judges whether a person is guilty or not, but he never relies on any evidence.

——————————As the third largest metropolitan area in the United States, Chicago not only has slums or civilian areas such as the South Side and West Side, but also wealthy areas such as the North Side.

It is rare to see two police cars a day in the South District, but in the North District there is one almost every two streets, fully protecting the lives and property of the rich.

The police car drove into a luxurious villa, and Rorschach and Ginny met the daughter of the deceased and the biggest suspect - Maria Brennan.

Rorschach's first impression was that the girl's skin was so white that it seemed as if the slightest touch would leave a mark. Her delicate features and the sadness and fragility in her eyes made her exude a sense of exquisite fragility.

(Maria Brennan, from the film "Mirror Man")
"Oh my God, Boss, you're finally back from your break in the South District!" The homicide officers at the scene breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Rorschach.

In the past, no matter how difficult the case was, as long as Rorschach was there, the criminal could be caught in the shortest time possible. They believed that this time would be no exception.

"I've only been away from the homicide squad for a few days, and you've already become a pile of garbage?"

Rorschach didn't give these guys a good look. After pointing at them, he turned his gaze to a woman dressed as a noble lady standing beside him.

The deceased's wife, Mrs. Brennan, was a professional housewife, but before her marriage she had been an anesthesiologist in a plastic surgery hospital.

"Boss, we've checked everything, and we didn't find the murder weapon in the house." A police officer came up to Rorschach and explained quietly, "This mother and daughter said that someone broke into their house and robbed them, but they don't have surveillance cameras, so we can't verify it."

Rorschach nodded slightly. The police officer's name was Martin. He was the most useful member of the homicide squad and was very smart.

"Have two police dogs come and search the nearby sewers and yards for the murder weapon. Then check the community surveillance and the three nearby streets one by one. Have security help to see if there are any unfamiliar faces."

"Also, send a few people to the deceased's company to check the patient list for the past few days to see if there are any medical disputes. Also, record the deceased's travel history for the three days before his death."

"Fuck, do I need to teach you how to do such a small thing?!" Rorschach glared at these guys.

It's been several hours since the body was discovered, and they haven't even done these tasks yet.

With this kind of efficiency, it’s no wonder people always say that Chicago police are useless!

The homicide officers who were scolded by him were not angry. They were already used to Rorschach's temper. They shouted "Yeah Sir" one by one and ran out in a hurry.

The mother and daughter looked at each other. It seemed that this new police officer had a high position and an even worse temper.

At this moment, only the mother and daughter, Rorschach and Ginny, who was experiencing a murder case for the first time, were left in the villa.
Rorschach did not rush to ask the mother and daughter, but squatted down and carefully examined the body on the ground.

The wound on the victim's throat was unusually neat and smooth, indicating that the killer had cut quickly, accurately, and ruthlessly, without the slightest hesitation. Furthermore, the doctor's face still retained the surprise and shock before his death.
There is a certain possibility that the deceased knew the murderer.

Rorschach then touched the dead man's ear with his hand, frowned, and glanced at the surrounding environment.

The entire hall was in a mess, with obvious signs of rummaging through drawers and cabinets. Combined with the mother and daughter's confessions, the claim that the attack was committed by robbery was plausible.

But soon his eyes stopped at the kitchen cabinet, where there were rows of sedatives.

Mrs. Brennan explained, "My husband and I both have mild anxiety disorders."

Rorschach nodded without saying a word, took a cigarette from the pack, and just as he was about to light it, he heard the girl named Maria across from him quietly stop him: "We don't allow smoking in our house."

"That's great." Rorschach lit his cigarette and said to her calmly, "I don't have to share it with you guys."

"you"

Maria was stunned by what she heard. Just as she was about to speak, her mother beside her pulled her arm.

Mrs. Brennan said with a sad face, "Officer, a lot of bad things have happened to my daughter recently. Now there are rumors that she is the murderer. I hope you can give our family a fair and just answer."

Rorschach stamped out the cigarette in his hand, glanced at Maria, who was staring at him coldly, and asked politely, "Can I talk to your daughter alone? Right here."

Mrs. Brennan frowned, but seeing the female police officer next to the other party had come over, she could only nod and follow her to the yard.

Rorschach and Maria were the only ones left in the hall.

Rorschach lit another cigarette. Maria, who was standing opposite him, saw this and said again in an unbearable tone, "Please don't..."

“Shut The F*ck Up!”

Rorschach interrupted with an angry shout.

In the vision of the [Eye of Judgment], a blood-red mist symbolizing "judgment and execution" was floating above the girl's head!
This is not just empty talk, this girl will come in handy later. I hope readers who like this story will continue to read it, and those who have votes can vote for A Xing.

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