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"At that time, like most children from poor families in the South District, I attended a public middle school."

"In the classroom, more than 90% of students never really pay attention. They all know that even if they study hard, they can't afford college tuition."

"Student loans? Haha, no poor kid wants to be in debt for the rest of his life."

"Gangsters with guns drawn can be seen in the corridors at any time, and students acting recklessly can be seen in any empty classroom."

"But I'm different from them. Since I entered school, my grades have always been among the best in the school."

"Because I firmly believe that knowledge can change one's destiny. I want to help that woman who runs a small grocery store, that poor woman who saves every penny and spends every penny on me, yet can't even afford to buy herself a new dress, my mother, live a decent life in this damn country."

"But that day, everything changed."

Rorschach's tone became calmer, but Sandy, who was sitting opposite him, felt a chill running through her bones.

"Three black men who were usually idle broke into my family's store on an ordinary night. They put a gun to my mother's chest and forced her to hand over all the money she had."

"You know, this isn't the first time they've robbed my mother. I can't even remember how many times it's happened."

"I urged her to call the police countless times, but guess what my mother said?"

"She said they were all poor people, and if given a choice, no one would want to be a criminal."

"She is kind to the point of being foolish, so foolish that even though she herself is scarred, she is unwilling to assume malice towards others."

"But that night was different from any other time. Even after she handed over the cash, those beasts still pulled the trigger!"

"The bullet pierced her heart, and her blood splattered on the only photo of us together on the counter."

"When I returned home, I saw this tragic scene. My mother didn't close her eyes until she died. She seemed to be wondering why she always treated others with kindness, but got such a result."

Sandy pursed her lips tightly and looked at Rorschach with some heartache. "Did the police finally catch those three criminals?"

"police?"

Rorschach suddenly seemed to have heard a huge joke and asked in amusement, "If the police take them away, how can I kill them myself?"

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, his eyes sparkling with excitement as he said, "I spent three days, day and night, watching these three bastards, and finally got the chance to see them get together. I disguised myself as a delivery man and delivered them a spiked coffee."

"After they all fell asleep, I tied them up one by one, then picked up the roughest and dullest knife in the house and started bleeding them from their tendons in their hands and feet."

"You know that 'sizzling' sound when a dull knife cuts someone? That's the sound of iron scraping against bone. It's the most beautiful sound I've ever heard in my life!"

"Oh, by the way, there was a black guy who finally woke up from the pain. He twisted on the ground like a maggot, begging for mercy, and his cries even made me feel a little pity. But when I asked him why he killed my mother, guess what the bastard said?"

The smile on Rorschach's face disappeared instantly. He stared into Sandy's eyes and said in a deep voice, "He said he just wanted to see if the gun could be used!"

"Fake!!!"

Bang-!
Rorschach seemed unable to suppress his inner rage any longer, and slammed his fists hard on the metal table.

Sandy was so frightened that she took several steps back. Behind the glass, a group of Secret Service agents and FBI police officers put their hands on their waists, ready to deal with any emergency at any time.

Sandy was silent for a long time, then asked cautiously, "So what happened to them later..."

"later?"

Rorschach suddenly grinned, revealing his sharp white teeth. "I waited until they all woke up, then used that knife to chop off their heads!"

"When the blade got stuck in the gap between my cervical vertebrae, the shock made my palm numb. When the arterial blood spurted out, it was still scalding hot."

"Whatever was left of those three beasts was finally gone with my mother's death."

Rorschach said in a cold tone, "From that moment on, I understood that some people in this world carry evil in their blood. What I have to do is to eliminate these scum at the root."

Sandy was speechless.

From a psychologist's perspective, the man opposite has his soul completely twisted by hatred.

No one can save him anymore!

“Once a person has seen the darkest side of society, there is no turning back.”

Rorschach looked at Sandy and asked calmly, "Now, do you still think I will compromise with the evildoers and hand over the originals of those discs as you wish?"

Sandy was slightly stunned. She didn't expect Rorschach to know the purpose of this psychological interrogation so quickly.

Thinking of what the other party had just said, she couldn't bear it and whispered softly: "I don't know what's on the CD, but hand it over, Rorschach. It's not too late to cooperate with the investigation now. Otherwise, all hope will be over once you are imprisoned!" Rorschach remained silent, still wearing that creepy smile.

Sandy had no choice but to put away the notebook. Before leaving, she gave the man trapped in hatred a last look of pity.

When two prison guards came in to escort him, Rorschach suddenly stopped in front of the one-way mirror.

He turned and faced the mirror, as if he could see through the glass to every face behind it.

"Look into my eyes and remember their color."

The mirror reflected Rorschach's hideous smile: "This will be the last scene you see before you die!"

Behind the mirror, the Secret Service agent who had worked with Mahone to forge evidence and frame Rorschach frowned tightly.

Only after Rorschach completely disappeared did he slowly retract his gaze and turn to look at the head prison guard. "Three days, three days at most. I want to see his body stuffed into a body bag!"

Beric grinned, opened the door of the monitoring room with ease, and motioned for the special agent to follow him out.

As soon as the two stepped into the cell area, they found that the originally silent prison had become boiling!
In the cells on both sides of Rorschach, hideous faces were pressed against the iron bars. The prisoners were roaring madly, making throat-slitting gestures at him, and even couldn't wait to sentence him to death!

"Rorschach! Haha, you deserve this day!"

"Don't sleep too deeply tonight, bastard! I'll break your neck myself!"

"Just wait, Rorschach! I'm going to sharpen my toothbrush and gouge away your flesh bit by bit!"

"The people in this prison who want to kill you are lined up at the gates of Hell! You're fucking dead, Rorschach!"

"."

Beric shrugged at the special agent and said with a carefree smile, "All it takes is a little 'accident' and our Judge will be torn to pieces by these lunatics. Nothing in the world could be easier than this."

Special Agent nodded slightly, but Rorschach's look just now appeared in his mind uncontrollably.

Cold, calm, and eerie.

He had to see this guy turned into a corpse as soon as possible, the sooner the better.

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Amidst curses and death threats, Rorschach was escorted to his cell.

Inside the cell, a man was sitting on the lower bunk.

Wait until the prison guards uncuffed Rorschach and locked the cell door.

The man narrowed his eyes, looked Rorschach up and down for a few seconds, then extended his hand in a friendly manner and said, "Looks like we'll be roommates for a while."

Rorschach glanced at him casually.

He is not very tall, but his muscles are well-defined, and it is obvious that he is a person who exercises regularly.

Even with a shaved head, his face was still handsome, but the tattoos on his arms made him inexplicably uncomfortable.

Rorschach reached out and shook the other's hand.

"Rorschach Butcher."

"Michael Scofield."

The man shook his hand back firmly, then half-jokingly whispered, "You seem quite popular here? Honestly, I was a little worried that I'd have to change roommates right after I moved in."

Rorschach smiled and didn't respond.

He turned to face the cell door. The roars of the prisoners could still be heard outside. Everyone wanted to rush in and tear him into pieces.

Rorschach slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again—

In his vision, every prisoner who was clamoring to kill him had a dark mist rising above his head!
He suddenly remembered the psychiatrist's last words.

It's all over.

is it?

Why does he feel like it's just beginning?

(End of this chapter)