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Chapter 8 "Don't worry, I don't need to use my hands~"

Night fell and it was almost time to get off work, but Rorschach felt very uncomfortable.

It wasn't because he was tired after a day's work, nor was it because he was worried that Gus was plotting something against him in secret.

"What do you want to do?"

After parking the police car, Rorschach couldn't stand it anymore and turned to Ginny in the passenger seat and asked in a deep voice.

The rookie had been behaving strangely all day since leaving Hyde Park.

She stared at him from time to time, with a thoughtful look in her eyes, as if trying to peek into his inner world.

Rorschach couldn't explain the feeling, but her gaze made him feel uncomfortable.

Ginny was startled by his question, but this time she neither responded cautiously as usual nor rolled her eyes and ignored it. Instead, she forced a smile and got out of the car without saying a word.

Rorschach looked through the car window at Ginny's back as she looked back every three steps. Although he felt a little confused, he was too lazy to ask any further questions.

He has many things to worry about, and a rebellious second-generation official from Washington is not worth his attention.

"that."

Just as he was thinking this, Ginny suddenly came back from outside. She bent down and knocked on the window, put on a sweet smile, and asked softly, "What do you want to eat tomorrow morning? I can cook it and buy it for you."

"What?" Rorschach asked in disbelief, as if he hadn't heard clearly. "You said you'd bring me breakfast tomorrow?"

"Yeah." Ginny nodded sheepishly, "My cooking skills aren't very good, so I can only buy it for you outside."

Rorschach looked her over scrutinizingly for a few moments, then shrugged and said nonchalantly, "Stop doing these unnecessary things to please me. If you really want to get an A on your evaluation form, then memorize every lesson I taught you. Otherwise, no matter how much you do, it will be in vain!"

"Who told you I was trying to please you?" Ginny was so angry that she jumped up and down. She gritted her teeth and glared at Rorschach, then turned around and was about to leave, but Rorschach's voice rang out again from behind.

"Bring fried dumplings. They have to be from a Chinese restaurant in Chinatown."

"No! Chinatown is so far away!"

"Donuts then. Remember, get the large ones with rainbow frosting."

"No! It's too high in sugar. I brought you some cereal. You can use it to make milk and drink it!"

"Cereal with milk?"

Rorschach curled his lips in disgust as if he had eaten a dead fly, ate a bowl of oatmeal milk and started his day patrolling the streets again. He just felt that his life was ruined.

However, Ginny's attitude changed really quickly. After following the police car for two days, not only did she not hate him, but she even thought of bringing him breakfast?

etc.
Rorschach paused, and looking at Ginny's back, who was jumping around like a child even in her police uniform, he slowly frowned.

Could it be that this girl wants to poison herself?

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night.

It was already past eight o'clock in the evening. The sound of street police in the South District and the black rap playing from the speakers overlapped with each other, and even one or two gunshots could be heard occasionally, together composing a symphony called Free America.

Rorschach was driving his second-hand pickup truck, which he had bought at a low price at an auction inside the police station, with a hardcore rock song playing in the car.

Although it is also very noisy, it is not like black rap, where the lyrics are either about girls, money, gold necklaces, luxury sports cars or other meaningless things.

As for the sporadic gunshots outside?

You've already gotten off work, why do you still care so much?

"Oh MaMa~just killed a man~"

Rorschach hummed Bohemian Rhapsody and parked the car next to a two-story wooden house.

Even by the South District's building standards, this wooden house is a bit too old.

Large flakes of white paint had fallen off, exposing the mottled and moldy wood underneath. Some of the damaged areas were even simply nailed together with a few wooden boards, and there were all kinds of messy debris in the yard.

This is the home of Frank Gallagher, whom I met in the park this morning.

Pushing open the fairly sturdy wooden door, Rorschach felt as if his nose had been punched by alcohol, and the whole room was filled with a strong smell of alcohol.

A large group of people were crowded together on the sofa at this moment. Rorschach casually glanced and saw Frank's children and their friends.

When these guys saw Rorschach coming in, they all raised their hands in a funny way and shouted one after another:
"Damn it! Put away the guns and grass! The damn cops are coming!"

"F*cking cap!"

"Don't catch me, I don't have any weapons!"

Rorschach was no longer surprised by this family's eccentric personalities. Smiling, he stepped forward and high-fived each of them. Then, curiously, he asked, "It's only the middle of the night, and the house already reeks of alcohol? And you guys, put down those whiskeys right now! You're not even old enough to drink!"

He snatched the bottles from the hands of several guys on the sofa who were obviously students, and pointed at them threateningly.

Frank's eldest son, Lip, threw a cigarette over and began to explain, "Frank got a large sum of money from somewhere and bought several boxes of whiskey and vodka. The old man tried to hide it, but Carl dug it all out."

As he said this, he patted the boy with a flat head who looked like a junior high school student. It was Frank's youngest son Carl.

Rorschach smiled and shrugged, not really surprised that Frank suddenly became rich again.

Although this old man is selfish, has no sense of responsibility, and doesn't care about ethics, integrity, and shame, he has a good eloquence and his ability to deceive and defraud is among the best in Chicago.

It seems like another fool has been fooled by him.
"Then he is now."

Rorschach was halfway through his words when he suddenly had a bad feeling and began to search around the house frantically.

Sure enough, under a table, Frank, who was already drunk, was sleeping soundly with his arms around the table leg, completely forgetting the agreement he had made with him.

"Fake!"

Rorschach kicked him in the butt speechlessly. He knew that this old bastard was unreliable!

"Rorschach!"

Just as he was about to beat Frank awake, a surprised cry suddenly came from behind him.

A tall, pretty woman came running down the stairs and rushed towards him with her arms open.

This overly enthusiastic woman is Frank's eldest daughter Fiona, who was also Rorschach's first love in middle school.

In fact, it is not quite accurate to describe their relationship as a girlfriend, because Rorschach never liked this woman from beginning to end.

After all, when he was a student, he was considered an American school idol in terms of both figure and appearance, and because of Gus, even gangsters didn't dare to mess with him.

How could such a campus celebrity give up an entire forest for a woman?

But the bad thing is that Fiona is too wild. At a party, she got Rorschach drunk and dragged him to her room.
Then starting from the next day, this woman started showing off to others that Rorschach was her boyfriend.

To be honest, if it weren't for the fact that Fiona was still a young girl who had never dated anyone, Rorschach would have wanted to shoot her to death.

"Don't be so enthusiastic, OK?" Rorschach put his palm against her forehead, wrapped her legs around his waist, and pushed Fiona, who was already pushing forward, to the ground.

Fiona felt the burning heat coming from Rorschach and licked her lips with satisfaction. "We haven't done that for a long time since you became a police officer. Come upstairs to my room. Don't tell me you don't want to."

"I don't want anything! I'm here to talk to Frank." Rorschach speechlessly pushed the crazy woman away.

In the past, he might have had some interest, but as far as he knew, Fiona changed her boyfriends faster than her underwear, and he had no interest in playing with a woman who had been ridden by thousands of people.

"Looking for Frank? Did he do something wrong?" Fiona became nervous when she heard this.

She wasn't worried about Frank's life or death, but she was simply afraid that Frank would get into trouble and implicate herself and her brothers and sisters.

Rorschach shook his head. "It has nothing to do with him. Remember to call me when he wakes up. Oh, and the restroom is empty, right? I'm going to the restroom and then I'll go home."

He ignored Fiona's hesitant expression and picked up an unopened bottle of whiskey from the table. He bit open the bottle cap and drank while walking towards the bathroom on the floor.

At the same time, a blonde girl nestled in her boyfriend Lip's arms couldn't help biting her lip as she looked at Rorschach's back.

She made up an excuse to put off Lip, unbuttoned two buttons of her shirt, and quietly followed Rorschach.

In the bathroom, Rorschach looked at the yellow-stained toilet with disdain. Before he could unbuckle his belt, the sound of the door being pushed open was heard.

Karen came in carefully and smiled sweetly at Rorschach, "Hi, Rorschach, do you remember me? I am..."

"Your name is Karen, you're Lip's girlfriend, and you're also a famous stamp-collecting bitch in the South Side."

Rorschach turned his head and glanced at her, saying dismissively, "If you have something to say, say it. If not, get out of here right away. Can't you see I'm busy?"

Karen was choked by him and couldn't say the words on the tip of her tongue. But when she thought of his nicknames "Pride of the South Side" and "Chicago's Best Detective", she couldn't resist her inner desire to collect stamps.

She pursed her lips and replied with a smile: "I just want to tell you that there are cleaner things than the Gallagher toilet for you to use."

As she spoke, the girl actually stretched out her hand. Seeing this, Rorschach frowned and said, "Maybe you should wash your hands. The bacteria on the door handle alone is equivalent to an entire petri dish."

Karen took off Rorschach's belt and smiled, "Don't worry, I won't use my hands~"

After saying this, she slowly squatted down.
(End of this chapter)