A beam of warm sunlight slowly shone on the floor of the bedroom.
It also dispelled the black mist that had not yet dissipated in the air.
The light seemed to break through an invisible barrier.
Waves of city noise coming from outside the window gradually reached Rorschach's ears.
He opened his eyes drowsily.
"hiss--"
Rorschach, who was not yet fully awake, took a breath of air.
He frowned and raised his palms.
A few fingertips pressed hard on the temples.
Trying to relieve the tingling feeling coming from deep in the brain.
Soon after.
The grinning Rorschach completely woke up.
He slowly stood up and sat cross-legged on the bed.
Rorschach had a puzzled expression on his face and murmured to himself:
"Did I catch a cold? Am I unable to resist those common minor ailments with my current physique?"
Rorschach jumped off the bed with helplessness in his eyes.
He quickly walked to the desk.
He reached out and rummaged through a pile of miscellaneous items and found a bottle of painkillers that had not expired.
Rorschach doesn't even use water.
I just threw a few painkillers in my mouth, chewed them, and swallowed them hard.
After a few minutes, the medicine seemed to take effect.
The tingling sensation coming from the depths of Rorschach's brain gradually weakened.
Eventually it disappeared.
"call--"
Rorschach, who barely recovered, slowly exhaled.
Even the corner of his mouth showed a faint smile.
He stood where he was and moved his body.
Wait until there is a slight sweat on your back.
Rorschach turned around and walked out of the bedroom.
At this moment, the rising light penetrated the kitchen glass and hit the floor of the living room.
It's on the sofa in the living room.
My aunt, who had changed into a black dress, was looking in the mirror.
He kept taking care of the short hair on his head.
After she heard the sound of the door opening.
Subconsciously, I raised my face covered with hydrating mask.
Then, the aunt with a slightly round chin stared at Rorschach, who was standing there and twisting her neck.
I couldn't help but frown.
She put the mirror on her knees, shook the comb in her other hand, and raised her voice and said:
"You brat, what time is it? Why did you get up? I was already going to call you... Why don't you go and wash up quickly?"
I heard my aunt's words.
Rorschach, who was moving his body, turned to look at the clock hanging in the living room.
He blinked his eyes and said helplessly:
"Aunt, it's only nine o'clock. Even if it's later, it won't delay the time..."
However, I heard Rorschach's little complaint.
Stab!
The frowning aunt took off the mask on her face.
She raised the comb in her hand with a serious expression, pointed at Rorschach and said:
"Have you forgotten all the etiquette I taught you about how to treat people and treat others since you were a child?"
"This is a funeral!"
"It's your friend Mike, the funeral of his deceased brother!"
My aunt, who had always been relatively indulgent of Rorschach's behavior, was uncharacteristically uncharacteristic.
Both her tone and attitude were obviously much more serious.
However, before the angry aunt could start a series of verbal attacks.
Rorschach, who felt a dull pain deep in his brain again, quickly raised the French military salute.
Signaling surrender and admitting defeat.
He took a deep breath and looked at his aunt who looked unkind and begged for mercy:
"Aunt, I was wrong! I'm going to wash up right away!"
So, the tall Rorschach rushed into the bathroom like a bull.
Five minutes later, a refreshed Rorschach stood in front of his aunt wearing a black sportswear.
The expressionless aunt dropped the comb in her hand.
She squinted her eyes and looked at Rorschach up and down.
The aunt who pursed her lips couldn't help but rolled her eyes:
"Since your body is growing so fast, I won't bother you about the etiquette of dressing up. As for your taste in choosing clothes, I don't even bother to talk to you..."
"Okay then, let's set off."
Auntie stood up from the sofa quickly.
Rorschach, with a smile on his face, bent down slightly.
He stretched out his elbow towards his aunt.
"Dear aunt, would you please go first?"
The aunt, who couldn't help but smile, took Rorschach's thick arm.
She raised her head.
He said to Rorschach earnestly:
"I'm warning you...be more serious during the funeral and don't embarrass yourself. Do you understand?"
"I understand, I understand! I promise to complete the task!"
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Two o'clock in the afternoon.
Public cemetery in Harlem.
Brother Mike's funeral was held as scheduled.
Not many people came, they were all Mike's friends or family relatives and neighbors in the community.
The tall Rorschach stood under the shade of a tree with his expressionless aunt.
At this time, Rorschach heard the heart-rending cry of Mike's mother.
He looked at the big-mouthed Mike not far away, holding back his grief.
Constantly comforting my mother's broken emotions.
Rorschach subconsciously took a deep breath.
His face remained indescribably solemn from beginning to end.
Just before the funeral begins.
Rorschach learned some news from Mike.
That is, the federal government has ordered the New York Police Department, the FBI and many other departments to conclude the case hastily.
Whether it's the dead Jerry or more missing children who were mutilated.
All were finally defined by a cold official document.
At the same time, as long as the family of the deceased receives compensation due to humanitarian donations.
You will automatically lose the right to continue to pursue the truth of the case.
Due to the mother's mental state and the financial pressure of being tight.
Big Mouth Mike ultimately chose the federal government's rude terms.
He is just an ordinary poor man whose family is ruined.
Facing the federal government, there is no way to even struggle...
About half an hour later.
Accompanied by the chanting of a black priest.
Everyone watching the funeral said goodbye to each other and dispersed.
Rorschach and her aunt decline Mike's invitation to a family dinner.
Whether it's aunt or Rorschach.
Mike, who was unwilling to look haggard, forced himself to hold on.
After saying goodbye to each other.
Silent Rorschach stared at Mike's gradually stooped back.
And he hugged his mother's arm tightly and slowly let out a sigh.
"well……"
At the same time, Rorschach, who squinted his eyes, subconsciously looked at the aunt beside him.
He hesitated for a moment and suddenly asked:
"Aunt...have you ever thought about leaving this hellish place? I mean this country."
Maybe Rorschach's question was too sudden.
Auntie was slightly startled.
She raised her slightly round chin.
A pair of reddish eyes stared at Rorschach:
"What are you doing? You boy feel that your wings have become stronger and your abilities have grown, so you are ready to abandon your aunt, right?"
Before she finished speaking, her aunt, who was pretending to be angry, stretched out her fingers and pinched Rorschach's muscular arm.
Although Rorschach felt no pain about it.
But in order to avoid further irritating my aunt.
He still forcefully changed the subject.
"Oh, aunt, I'm just asking... To make up for my verbal mistakes, I'll treat you to a movie and a big dinner!"
Rorschach said with a playful smile.
"This is what you said. Auntie didn't force you..."
The smiling aunt seemed to have forgotten the topic just now.
She patted Rorschach's arm and said with a smile:
"Come on, kid, I know where the most expensive restaurant in Harlem is!"