Rorschach's return home felt as though he had merely finished a simple job.
In a sense, it really had been simple.
He had only "sawed" someone open.
Unfortunately, Eugene's unexpected ordeal and coma
had once again stalled Rorschach's plan to replenish his resources.
Rorschach decided to try the number of the private gun dealer he had obtained earlier.
He wanted to see whether he could establish some basic contact with the man.
However, before Rorschach could make a move,
early the next morning,
as he prepared to go to the restaurant with his aunt to sort out the interior,
he unexpectedly received a call from an unfamiliar number.
After answering with a frown,
Rorschach learned that Eugene, who had been in a deep coma, had actually woken up.
He had even used a nurse's phone to contact him.
Rorschach hesitated for a moment.
In the end, he decided to take a stack of cash and visit Eugene at the hospital.
After all, Eugene was also a friend who had helped him gather information.
Brooklyn Hospital.
Rorschach arrived at the Emergency Front Desk.
After asking a few simple questions,
a Black nurse on duty told him where Eugene's room was.
She also said that Eugene was waiting for visitors.
However, the patient needed rest, so he should not stay too long.
After thanking her, Rorschach was about to turn away
when he inadvertently overheard another white nurse quietly gossiping.
A man who had been brought in for treatment last night had woken from a coma,
only to suffer a mental breakdown and sob hysterically for several hours.
He had looked like a child who had suffered an enormous injustice and shock.
Rorschach could not help raising an eyebrow.
It seemed Eugene's torment over the past few days had truly been unbearable.
However, when Rorschach found Eugene's room,
pushed open the door, and entered,
he saw a Eugene completely unlike the one he had imagined.
Eugene, wearing a neck brace, sat upright in the hospital bed.
His eyes stared straight ahead, and although his overall condition looked weak,
the occasional look in his eyes was different from before—brighter.
"Hi, Rorschach."
The distracted Eugene spotted Rorschach the moment he entered.
He suddenly broke into a radiant smile and waved excitedly in greeting.
"Uh... do you need me to call a doctor?"
Squinting, Rorschach stared at Eugene, whose demeanor and behavior had changed drastically, and could not help saying,
"Eugene, I feel like something's not right with you..."
"It's fine, Rorschach. This isn't your fault. I really have changed, inside and out, but I think it's a good thing."
The bright smile remained on Eugene's face.
He blinked several times and spoke with clear logic.
"Although I don't remember exactly what happened to me these past few days, I know you may have saved me."
"I also remember what you asked me to help with before... so, to repay you for saving my life, I've already used my connections through friends to find you a suitable person... Aaron Davis in Queens. He can provide you with more help."
Before he had even finished speaking, Eugene pulled a sticky note from beneath his pillow and handed it to Rorschach.
"This is his contact information. I already gave him a heads-up for you. As for the exact quantity and price, you'll have to negotiate that yourselves."
Rorschach studied Eugene several times.
In the end, he took the note and slipped it into his pocket.
Then, he pulled out a stack of cash.
He intended to place it in front of Eugene.
However, Eugene refused his gesture.
Eugene tried to lift his chin, and a faint radiance seemed to appear on his still pale, swollen face.
With a sincere expression, he said to Rorschach,
"I contacted him because you saved my life... I used to be a bully who threw my weight around. I wasn't truly evil, but I wasn't a good person either... Rorschach, from now on, I want to become a genuinely good person. Every cent I earn has to be clean, so please grant me this wish."
Hearing Eugene's words, Rorschach frowned deeply.
After a moment, he shook his head and put the money away.
At the same time, he said with a faint smile,
"Eugene, I hope you succeed. Become a good person..."
With that, Rorschach turned and left.
Just as he was about to step out of the hospital room,
he suddenly turned his head and said,
"Oh, right, Eugene. At least for the next year, don't work in Manhattan. Brooklyn and Queens are fine too. If you believe me, then believe me. If not, forget it... goodbye."
After saying farewell, Rorschach left the room.
Eugene was left sitting blankly on the bed with a bewildered expression.
Afterward, once he had left the room,
the first thing Rorschach did was pay Eugene's hospital bill in advance.
He also left his phone number.
When Rorschach stepped out of the hospital, he could not help sighing.
Eugene had probably suffered such extreme fear and pain
that his personality had developed serious problems.
Even though Rorschach was not a psychologist,
he could still sense some clues.
But for the Eugene of the past,
it was impossible to judge whether that was good or bad.
Squinting, Rorschach sat on his Little Lamb.
He took out the note, glanced at it, and dialed the number without hesitation.
After a brief ringing tone, the call connected.
A male voice with an unmistakably Black accent came through to Rorschach.
"Who is this?"
"Aaron Davis? I'm Eugene's friend. Did he tell you about me?"
Rorschach had a brief conversation with the other man.
They agreed to make their first transaction three days later.
If things went smoothly, the two sides would maintain a long-term cooperation.
Faced with a wholesale price of two hundred and fifty dollars for newly manufactured guns,
Rorschach still chose the used guns the man mentioned, at one hundred dollars each.
The used guns were all "murder weapons" with criminal records.
In any case, the Simulator would not spare any firearm capable of firing.
Whether long guns or handguns, each would be worth an hour after being recycled.
Naturally, Rorschach wanted the source of goods to be as cheap as possible.
Having finally settled the matter of resources,
Rorschach was visibly much more excited.
He gave the hospital one last glance and started his motorcycle.
After night fell, Rorschach finished tidying everything up and lay down in bed with peace of mind.
He could not wait to open the Simulator he had been anticipating for days.
Simulator initializing-- Current identities: Catachan Recruit, Cadian Grenadier. Please select a descent identity. If you refuse, descent will be randomized. Identity selection refused. Simulator initializing-- You descended into the Warhammer Universe. Time: 1024.M41. Location: Milky Way · Unknown Sector · Rohn V. You descended onto the planet's surface. You found yourself in a land of ice and snow, surrounded by countless snowflakes. Before you could feel the biting cold, you heard the familiar roar of an Inferno Gun and the desperate wail of Lasguns firing. Following the sound, you saw a Chaos Space Marine standing two and a half meters tall, its blood-red Power Armour covered in ram horns and skulls. It had just torn an Imperial Guardsman in half and was bathing in scorching blood amid a hail of gunfire.
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