Crimson Embers Chapter 11 Do you have a good friend named Hemit?
Mason got the second diary. He didn't rush to read it from the beginning, but turned directly to the last page. Then, as expected, he found that this thing was not over yet.
This means that at least one copy of Rorschach's diary is still missing.
This made the captain feel a sense of sadness and malice. It was as tedious as a collection mission. Perhaps he would not be able to proceed with the final mission without unlocking the next branch.
Hey, this is a terrible little time-killing trick! Maybe it should be called "Rorschach's Green Hills" or something like that.
That's all I want to complain about, but isn't it harmful to watch it?
With such a mood, Mason turned on the light and sat on the chair after returning to old Luther's office. He opened the diary while holding the whimpering Harley in his arms and accepting Quinn's little fist patting on the back.
The content does not completely continue from Rorschach's previous notes. It should have been damaged when this thing was torn apart, but fortunately the story recorded in it can be barely connected, and the missing parts do not affect the reading.
"It all comes back to the Comedian's death. All other attempts have failed, and although I have received a lot of covert help to circumvent the obstruction of the newly established Arbitration Tribunal, the 'End Star' is obviously the best protected of all their dark secrets.
I want to enter the theory verification laboratory, and I need permission.
I want to enter the exclusive logistics supply station, I need permission.
I want to sneak into the apartments of some of the scientists involved, but I still need permission.
That damn authority is like a rusty chain, locking all the secrets that should not be made public in a stinking safe. The guy who designed this system must be a very smart person. He seems to have predicted the future and blocked all the channels that may leak secrets in advance.
It's like a whirlpool.
I was sucked into it and couldn't extricate myself.
I knew I couldn't keep running around like a headless fly. My covert investigation might have attracted some unnecessary attention. I had to be more cautious.
One night when I was exhausted from completing a conquest mission, I somehow came to the tombstone of the Comedian. I didn't know why I came here, but it turned out to be the right choice.
Looking at the cold tombstone, I suddenly realized that I had ignored this guy who treated his own and other people's lives as a joke.
If I remember correctly, the Comedian was very close to those people before he died.
Maybe it was because he was more exposed to the secret than I was, and the cruel and terrible truth made him crazy, so he jumped off a tall building in the rain?
Well, this is a new idea, I know what I should do.
Also, today, while I was attacking those tin can knights who only wanted to protect their own existence in a strange world, the dull demon hunter and his witch wife were exiled to the core of a dying star.
It was a cruel new punishment.
Reinterpreting death in a way that had never been seen before, the Pharaoh told me that such a death would be painless, would only take a moment, and that I would be able to see the most magnificent scene in the universe.
Haha, we are always so talented in hurting our own kind."
This page of the diary doesn't seem to contain much information.
But Mason did not turn to the next page for a long time. He stared at the words left by Rorschach more than ten years ago. Although there seemed nothing unusual, the captain could feel a rather strange sense of doubt from these descriptions.
He suspected Rorschach had felt the same way then, just as he did now.
The End Star is like a black hole. The closer you get to it and the more you study it, the more you can feel that there is a mystery hidden in this plan. However, very little information has been left out, making it difficult to get a full picture.
Old A said that he was the one who came up with the plan, but Mason is now not sure.
Perhaps Fury's memory has also been modified? Perhaps the Apocalypse Star that is being shaped now has deviated from Fury's original design and has become something that even Old A feels afraid of?
Otherwise it would be hard to explain why that guy would leave this diary behind. It couldn't be that he was playing a time-wasting joke on Mason, right?
With such doubts and feelings, Mason turned to the next page.
To his surprise, this page of the diary had nothing to do with the Doomsday Star. Instead, it described the story of a person who was very important to Mason more than ten years ago.
“I saw that kid!
She still had white hair like before. She put on the cloak of the Star Society and held the sword left by her father. She was silent and cold, leading the members of the Star Society to pave the way for our actions.
I had heard stories about this child from the dull witcher, and I have to say that the experiences bred in that fantasy world made it difficult for me to form a clear perception in my mind.
But what is certain is that the world is not a pretty one.
Just like where I came from, it was filthy like a gluttonous pig that devoured the pale reality and excreted it into a ball of colorful feces to cover up the stench inside.
I couldn't sleep all night, and even began to think about questions related to fate: Is there really a God? If so, why does he let us go through all this?
I once hated evil and saw preaching justice as Rorschach's job, but now I see something more terrible than evil.
hope……
The desire to exist is driven by darkness to ferment. In order for us to survive, others must die. In order for our world to exist, other worlds must perish.
But is hope really an ugly thing?
No!
It is not hope that makes this era like this, it is us who do it! It is not God who shaped this increasingly cruel reality, it is also us who do it.
God did not kill, we did.
But they never realized that the evil things they did for the sake of existence were still evil things. Some people began to persuade me to give up the investigation. They used all kinds of reasons to convince me, insulted me and even tried to beat me.
It doesn't matter.
I don't care what they or the world think of me. I don't need those things to survive. It's Rorschach's job to eliminate evil and promote justice.
I created this, and I will carry it out.
Back to that girl...
I heard that she was older than my mother, but she was still incredibly young. However, when her blood-stained mask was taken off to reveal her cat-like eyes, I realized that this body had been filled with something even colder.
She is not as determined as she appears.
The death of her parents led her to a different path. I have seen this happen many times, and it does not surprise me that the same tragedy will continue to happen in this dark and chaotic era.
This girl already holds hatred in her hands, and she is bound to do terrible things in the future.
Like a lit candle...
But will there be a pair of hands in the future to protect this fire from being extinguished? Oh, I am pessimistic about this. I want to give her the badge of the Comedian, just like giving a toy to a sad child.
But she refused.
I had a feeling this would be the first and last time I would talk to her.
Tonight, I will go to the place where the Comedian loved to relax when he was alive. The night has always been kind to me, and I hope it will not abandon me today. "
"Rorschach has also met Ciri?"
Quinn, who was massaging Mason's back, said in surprise:
"But why have I never heard Ciri mention this? Although she is very secretive about everything related to her parents, if Rorschach is really her parents' friend, she would have at least some impression of them, right?"
"Rorschach is dead, honey."
Mason shook his head and said:
"Perhaps to Ciri, he was just a strange stranger who was not worth remembering. After all, they had only met once and at that time Ciri's parents had just died. She was in a stage where her heart was filled with revenge, so it was understandable that she was a little indifferent."
"But there is another possibility!"
Harry, who was lying on Mason's lap with her eyes closed pretending to be a sleeping beauty, suddenly spoke:
"What if Ciri doesn't remember him? I mean, what if everything about Rorschach is erased? Maybe the diary we have is the only trace of him left in this era.
Maybe he really discovered something terrible from the Doomsday Star that no one else could know, so death was just the beginning for him...
Wow, what a great start to a horror story!
I’m so smart.”
“Somewhat scary smart occasionally.”
Mason reached out and pinched Harley's cheek, but the little cutie's guess without any evidence made Mason blink, even though it sounded a little unbelievable.
But if you continue to think along the lines of Harry's wild idea, it's not difficult to come to a vague conclusion that will make people feel horrified.
The captain narrowed his eyes.
He kept his thoughts in his heart and then reached out to turn the diary to the last page. It wasn't really the last page, as there was a lot missing.
Mason was unable to reconstruct in detail from the records the process of Rorschach's exploration of the End Star project through the Comedian's line, but he saw the result directly.
"Confirmed! The forging workshop is hidden in a place called 'Fighting Realm'. It was not always there, but was moved there recently.
Damn it!
I came up empty-handed.
Only an empty base remained in the completely hollowed-out mountain, like a corpse with its internal organs dug out and abandoned at a desolate crime scene.
Those scattered tools that were not taken away were the blood that splashed when the body was chopped into pieces. I stood in front of the huge hole, distraught like a fool who arrived late, and could only accept another mockery of fate.
How many times has this happened?
Every time I am always one step late, it's like there is a pair of eyes staring at me all the time, treating me like a ridiculous puppet chasing the truth that will never get me.
I cracked the last joke that the comedian played at the cost of his life.
At least part of it has been cracked.
I used the clues he left behind in a timely manner. Unfortunately, I was not fast enough. Perhaps it was because the boring thoughts about life, death and doomsday that kept emerging in my mind weakened my execution ability.
And those conquests that already disgust me.
I began to feel that the people above me didn't care about our work at all, and were even close to being indifferent. It wasn't cruel, it was just that the indifference was like mechanically completing one set goal after another.
No one knows when the next shock will come, but it will surely come.
However, this failed tracking was not completely fruitless. I found a very special identity tag on a smashed computer. Putting it into the computer can give a complex coordinate.
It's like an invitation.
I could feel that the person behind the scenes had clearly discovered me. Perhaps this was a warning, a last chance for me, so I was faced with a difficult choice like everyone else.
Do you want to go over?
I returned to the neighborhood where I was born with unspeakable fatigue. It was still there. Even though the whole city was covered with new soil like a buried coffin, the dark streets emitting a foul smell were still layered like my childhood memories, extending from my eyes to the end of my sight and still extending and expanding.
It was a maze that one could never get out of.
I broke the arms of a few highway robbers with ease.
I should kill them, but I'm tired and I need to save my energy to get to that coordinate, to meet the final conclusion of my long pursuit.
Yes, I faced a difficult choice.
I was standing on the roof of an abandoned building that was emitting a foul smell. The city before me was like a awakening cemetery, with hanged ghosts standing under each tombstone, unwilling to rest in peace.
I could die, just like every time I raise my fist.
But I have nothing to regret.
Rorschach never compromises, so I won't hesitate when it's time to die.
Well, it’s getting dark, it’s time to set off.”
Mason frowned when he read the last page of the second incomplete copy, but he quickly summarized the most critical information in this page.
The captain put down the incomplete diary, propped up his chin with his hand, tapped the table and whispered:
"The forging workshop of the End Star has been confirmed to be in Doujie, in Doom's territory, but Rorschach obviously meant that the place cannot be reached by normal means, and he found a guiding coordinate.
He said it was an invitation.
It seems that he has determined that there is an almost omnipotent guy behind this matter, and he did not hesitate whether to face the other party's provocation. He should have died in the fighting world.
But this has nothing to do with our current situation. Now that we have confirmed the target location, there is only one last thing left."
Mason picked up the special communicator and informed other Masons of his current conclusions, asking them to search around the world for ways to reach the Fighting World.
But to be honest, Mason didn't have much hope for this.
Rorschach is a very good detective, his attainments in this field even surpass those of Batman.
He is as good as anyone in finding clues. If he lamented being led by the nose more than a decade ago, then the Mason family would probably find it difficult to get useful information in their search more than a decade later.
"Get ready."
Mason leaned back in his chair, patted Harley's waist, who was about to fall asleep, and said to her and Quinn:
"We have to go back to the Special Envoy's Mansion. We need to attend the World Conference tomorrow and fulfill our agreement with the resistance. Perhaps we can find something useful in the headquarters.
Old A and Doom have a small group, and there must be some congressmen who have had contact with them. Perhaps we can get the direction of the next step from them.
I’m starting to get a feeling now.”
The captain let out a long sigh and said to his two little cuties:
“Doom may just be an executor. It seems that my journey to complete this last part is not as boring as I thought. A huge puzzle is waiting ahead, and we are ready for it.”
"Whatever that thing is, just beat him up!"
Harry jumped up, put his hand on Mason's shoulder, and said confidently:
"Don't be afraid, sweetheart, we will protect you!"
"Well, I'm not afraid at all with you guys by my side."
Mason stood up and put his arms around the shoulders of the two little cuties, leaving kisses on their faces as they leaned over. Then, as the door of the dark room behind him opened, he gestured to little Brainiac who was controlling the main power armor of the universe.
He said:
"I still have to prepare a dress for you, to step onto the stage prepared for us, to carry out the cause for which we have given everything and to make the final call and announcement.
In such a situation, you must dress up.
It is just a necessary sense of ceremony and due professional ethics. Let us go and look forward to tomorrow, and we will personally play the final note of the collapse of the council system. "
