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Chapter 82 I found something unusual about you (Please order first!)

Chicago.

Ginny sat on the sofa, her fingertips mechanically sliding across the phone screen.

Photos flashed before my eyes.

There are photos of her and Rorschach in a cafe, and photos of Rorschach's silhouette that she secretly took while he was on duty.
Her favorite is the photo of Rorschach rolling his eyes at the camera, his face full of helplessness towards her.

Seeing this, a smile finally appeared on the corners of her pale mouth.

"Cough cough."

Jack walked into the living room and coughed lightly, interrupting his daughter's thoughts.

He sat down next to Ginny, his arm slipping naturally around her thin shoulders.

"I have completed all the formalities."

He paused, his voice lowered. "You have to understand, Ginny, that even though Rorschach has taken all the responsibility, there are still some implications for my identity as a father that I have to consider. Just listen to me this time and leave Chicago first, okay?"

"I"

Ginny pursed her lips and remained silent.

Seeing this, Jack couldn't help but advise, "You'll only get sadder if you stay in Chicago. Why not change your environment and just relax? I'm not asking you to go abroad. If you want to come back to Chicago in the future, I won't stop you."

"Can't you use your connections to get Rorschach moved to a different prison? A better one where it's easier to escape." Ginny suddenly looked up and looked at him expectantly.

Jack almost laughed out loud when he heard this. He patted the girl on the head, shook his head and sighed, "It's not just Rorschach, I'm also being watched by many eyes now, and the help I can provide is very little."

The light in Ginny's eyes dimmed and she lowered her head again.

Jack looked at his daughter with heartache, but he couldn't bear to tell her the truth.

In fact, on the day Rorschach was imprisoned, the [machine] had already spit out Rorschach's social security number.

As an intelligent AI system built by the federal government at great expense after the 9/11 incident, [Machine] was developed by the world's top Internet engineers.

It can analyze surveillance images, communication records and even personal file data across the United States in real time, and accurately identify unstable factors that may threaten national security through behavioral trajectory and psychological characteristic analysis.

At this point, the [Machine] has defined Rorschach as a super criminal, and the danger level is "extremely high" that Jack has never seen since he joined the Counter-Terrorism Bureau!
If he hadn't used his position to conceal it in advance, the Counter-Terrorism Bureau's top combat team, the Crisis Suppression Team, would probably have been dispatched by now.

Yet such delays are ultimately limited.

Once the system does not receive the expected feedback, the machine will automatically send an alert to the Attorney General and the President's Office.

At that time, Rorschach will be officially listed as a national terrorist, and Jack, as a senior official of the Counter-Terrorism Bureau, will have to lead the team to carry out the capture mission personally.

"Let's go, daughter."

Jack persuaded tiredly, "Everything is arranged. The Upper East Side Police Station in Manhattan, New York. Don't you like Central Park and Fifth Avenue the most? It's nearby."

Ginny was silent for a long time, and finally nodded slightly.

Just when Jack was about to breathe a sigh of relief, she suddenly looked up with a firm look in her eyes: "But before I leave, I have to see Rorschach."

".All right."

Jack smiled helplessly, but didn't stop Ginny.

Watching his daughter's instantly blooming smile and the way she frantically searched for cosmetics, Jack was in a trance and saw how his wife looked when they first went for an appointment more than 20 years ago.

Yes, he actually didn't object to Ginny's feelings for Rorschach.

Because he knew better than anyone that this relationship was doomed to have no results.

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Fox River Prison.

Perhaps because of the wonderful show that just took place in the cafeteria, the prisoners who had clamored to eat Rorschach alive now restrained their arrogance when passing by his cell.

They just looked at the man who was quietly reading with sinister eyes, and it was unknown what they were planning in their hearts. Michael looked at the expressions of these guys and couldn't help but feel a little worried about Rorschach.

He knew very well that when wild beasts retracted their fangs, it simply meant they were waiting for the best opportunity to hunt.

And next time, it will definitely be a deadly hunt to the death!

Walking into the cell, Michael saw Rorschach lying leisurely on his bed reading his book.

He took out a dry bread from his pocket and threw it to him: "I brought it specially for you. No one has touched it."

"Thanks."

Rorschach put down the book, took the bread and took a bite, then raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Hmm, it tastes better than I thought."

This polite and humorous look is completely different from the thug who pushed someone into the frying pan with his bare hands in the cafeteria just now.

Michael's curiosity grew stronger, and he couldn't help but lower his voice: "Aren't you worried at all?"

"worry about what?"

"Normally, any fight in prison would result in solitary confinement, but you just killed a prisoner with your bare hands, and you didn't even receive any punishment!"

Michael said seriously: "Don't tell me you don't know what this means. You don't really think the prison guards are biased towards you, do you?!"

Rorschach swallowed the last bite of bread, walked to the sink, got a glass of water, and said, "When I first joined the army, the captain in charge of my squad told me a story."

"what?"

"A rat tied to fire has entered the armory. How do you catch it?"

Michael thought for a moment and replied, "Let the cat chase after it with water in its mouth?"

Rorschach pointed at him appreciatively: "Smart, but do you know what I said to him?"

Michael shook his head, and Rorschach chuckled. "I told him he should just set the entire arsenal on fire. Since the rat wants to play with fire, let's show it what real burning is!"

Michael lowered his head thoughtfully. The captain's question from Rorschach was obviously about the precision and efficiency of special operations.

But Rorschach's answer gave him an extreme mentality of not caring about rules and consequences at all, and even enjoying the process of destruction.

This is a kind of complete confidence in one's own strength.

And this was also a point that puzzled him.

He's already in jail, where does he still have so much self-confidence?!
"Speaking of which, Michael"

Rorschach suddenly asked, "I find you to be quite unusual."

"Really?" Michael narrowed his eyes. "Maybe it's just an illusion brought on by experience."

Rorschach continued without turning his head. "Those tattoos on your body, were you just getting them before you went to prison? To reduce the swelling quickly, you should apply mupirocin ointment every day. I can still smell it now."

"There's a palm-sized, long-handled screw stuck to the side of the sixth wooden slat under your bed. That's nothing unusual; after all, in a place like this, ordinary people need some kind of self-defense device. But what's interesting is that you actually ground the screw head into a screwdriver."

Michael's face became increasingly nervous, with cold sweat covering his forehead.

"Oh, by the way, you probably had a roommate before I came in, right? But you seemed very dissatisfied with him, so you got rid of him. I think it was self-harm? After all, the left side of your nose is a little unnaturally curved. If someone hit you, the angle wouldn't be like this. So, nine times out of ten, you did it yourself and then blamed it on your roommate, which is why he was transferred away."

"What do you want to say?" Michael's tone became cold.

He had stood up unconsciously, looking at the back of Rorschach's head with clenched fists.

But just as he was still struggling with what to do, Rorschach suddenly raised his foot and kicked the toilet aside!
After the toilet was moved away, a hole appeared on the wall, several dozen centimeters in size, large enough for one person to pass through!
"tsk"

Rorschach tilted his head and smiled helplessly, "Look, I've already reminded you once that this toilet isn't flush against the wall. With your careless personality, you still want to escape?"

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(End of this chapter)