At the crime scene, the figure in the mirror grew clearer and clearer. It was none other than The Comedian, who had been thrown from the building to his death.
Looking at The Comedian's figure, Rorschach couldn't help swallowing. Just then, a cold wind swept past, and even he couldn't help shivering.
It wasn't that Rorschach was timid. In fact, he feared nothing and dared to stand up even to Doctor Manhattan. But this sight was simply too horrifying, unlike anything he had ever seen.
"All right, he's been summoned."
Andrew said, "We only have five minutes. Rorschach, ask whatever you need to ask, and be quick."
"Rorschach? What's going on? Why are you in my apartment? Uh, what's happened to me?"
The Comedian looked utterly confused, with no idea what state he was in.
"You're dead," Rorschach said. "Someone has summoned your soul here. Don't waste time talking nonsense or saying this isn't scientific. We don't have time. Now, I ask, you answer."
The Comedian froze, then said, "Hold on. Let me think about whether I'll answer your questions."
"You need to think about it?"
Rorschach was speechless. "Who killed you? And why did you run over to Grim Reaper's place in the middle of the night to pour your heart out?"
Grim Reaper wasn't an actual grim reaper, but an ace spy on the opposing side. He was a phenomenal marksman who had fought the Watchmen many times, though he was now an old man with little strength left.
"Because I had no one else to talk to. I have no friends. The only people I have any deep connection with are my enemies."
The Comedian smiled bitterly. He didn't say that King Pharaoh had killed him, because King Pharaoh really was saving the world. But even he,