game traveler

Chapter 17 Your Name Is Rorschach
Smith Tavern.

Three cowboys sitting around a table with beer bottles in hand.

"Those Pinkerton detectives who look like dogs are really infuriating! Who do they think they are? They even cordoned off the entire town..."

"That's $15! With so much money, can you buy the whole town?"

"You ask me, who do I ask? I don't have $15."

"That's true. As a matter of fact, I guess you don't even have fifteen dollars with you..."

"Flower Q! Did you hear that, Flower Q!"

"Hahaha…"

While chatting, one of them, a man wearing a brown cowboy hat with a flushed complexion, picked up the wine bottle and took a big gulp, then said:
"By the way, have you heard? Cecil Tucker, that eggless coward, was shot dead."

"Yes, he was killed by a bounty hunter. Why is his name Luo..."

"Rorschach." The companion sitting opposite helped him recall.

"Yes, that's the name!"

"I heard that he sneaked into Fort Brennand alone late at night, and those looters didn't even know he had been here..."

"Isn't it? I heard that there are more than [-] gunmen in the fortress. How could he kill Tucker without alarming anyone?"

A cowboy sitting opposite shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands: "Who knows, maybe he just made up these stories to flatter himself?"

"That's not true. I heard that Lindsay Woover, the boss of the Lemoyne Marauders, also released news. He admired this guy who dared to break into his territory alone. Doesn't this mean that this matter is true?  … "

"After the news spread, people gave him a nickname, called "Ghost"..."

Hearing this, the cowboy, who was skeptical about Rorschach's deeds at first, put down the wine bottle in his hand with a bang, and sneered:
"Ha, ghost!"

As soon as the words fell, he pulled out the pistol from his waist and slapped it on the table, "Even if it is a ghost, it is afraid of bullets. If he appears in front of me, believe it or not, I can kill him with one shot." Get rid of it!"

The loud yelling of the cowboy immediately attracted the attention of other guests in the tavern.

Facing the slightly disgusted eyes of the guests, the cowboy, who was a little drunk, frowned, then stood up abruptly, picked up his pistol, and scanned the audience:
"What are you looking at?!"

Seeing the pistol in the cowboy's hand, the guests immediately fell silent and looked away, for fear that they would be targeted by this violent alcoholic.

Seeing this, the bartender behind the bar couldn't help but put down the wine glass and rag in his hand, quietly reached under the bar with his right hand, and touched a short-barreled shotgun.

Immediately afterwards, he warned with a serious face:
"Gentlemen, you are disturbing other guests, I'm afraid I need to ask you to leave..."

Facing the tough bartender, the cowboy just hiccupped, then fiddled with the revolver in his hand, and asked nonchalantly, "What if we don't leave?"

"Then I'll call the police over."

"Call it if you have one!"

As soon as the words fell, a sudden change occurred!
Accompanied by rhythmic footsteps, a figure pushed open the salon door and stepped into the tavern.

At such a moment when the atmosphere was almost frozen, the person who just walked in immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the tavern.

It was a handsome young man in a long black trench coat and a black cowboy hat.

It was Rorschach!

Seeing the cowboy standing up with a pistol in his hand, and the silent guests, Rorschach immediately sensed something was wrong.

"Huh? Why is the atmosphere so dignified? Did I come at the wrong time?"

However, except for the three cowboys, the other guests in the tavern only had one thought in their hearts:
No, you came just in time!
Seeing Luo Xia, the old bartender's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help explaining: "Mr. Luo Xia, this gentleman seems to have drunk too much..."

On the other side, hearing this address, the cowboy trio looked at the young man at the door in unison.

They never expected that the "ghost" they just talked about would appear in front of them like this.

At first glance at Rorschach's young and handsome face, the three of them suddenly became suspicious of Rorschach's deeds.

In their opinion, how could such a pretty boy be so powerful? !

So, out of contempt in his heart, one of the cowboys encouraged him boldly: "Here, Bowen, now you can try whether ghosts are afraid of bullets..."

As soon as the words came out, the cowboy named "Bowen" with a pistol in his hand rolled his eyes and asked:
"Rorschach? You are the ghost who killed Cecil Tucker?!"

"We know each other?"

I saw Bowen stepping up to Rorschach, opening his mouth full of alcohol, "Hi... I heard that you broke into Lemoyne's territory single-handedly. I want to see what you are capable of..."

Smelling the stench coming from the other party's mouth, Luo Xia held back and just said lightly:

"You drank too much, you'd better find a place to rest."

Hearing this, Bo Wen's expression was nonchalant, but he suddenly raised his hand and pushed Luo Xia's chest, and looked contemptuously at this young man who seemed to have no intimidating power:

"if not?"

"Then I'll let you rest!"

Before the words fell, Luo Xia's expression turned serious, he reached out and grabbed his arm suddenly, and then turned his back, it was a back fall!
With a "bang", Bowen was directly smashed to the floor.

The pistol in his hand suddenly fell out.

Immediately afterwards, Rorschach pulled out the two pistols at his waist without hesitation!
The silver-white Schofield, like a icy color, passed over Rorschach's solemn face.

The pitch-black muzzle was aimed at the other two cowboys who put their hands on the holsters around their waists, and then a cold voice sounded:
"Stay still, I don't want the floor to be splattered with your brains..."

Facing the threat of death, the two swallowed at the same time, and confessed without hesitation: "It's our fault, we didn't intend to make trouble. He only behaved like this when he was drunk..."

"Take your idiot friends and get out!"

"Okay, sir. We'll get out of here, out of here..."

The two helped up Bo Wen who was lying on the ground moaning in pain, and ran out of the tavern in a hurry.

At this point, the dignified atmosphere in the tavern was swept away.

Some of the guests were thankful, and some expressed their gratitude to Rorschach:
"Thank God."

"Mr. Luo Xia, fortunately you are here..."

Withdrawing the pistol and smiling back at the guests, Rorschach came to the bar and waved to the bartender brother:

"Just after exercising, I feel even hungrier."

The old bartender was very knowledgeable and immediately asked, "Is it still the same today?"

"Well, thank you, Paul."

"my pleasure!"

. . .

After enjoying a hearty and delicious lunch at the Smith Tavern, Rorschach walked out of the tavern leisurely.

Seeing Rorschach walking out of the tavern, the eyes of the newspaper seller standing in front of the telegraph pole lit up, and he couldn't help waving the newspaper in his hand:
"Hey! Mr. Rorschach, would you like a newspaper?"

When the other party called out his name, Luo Xia was taken aback for a moment, as if thinking of something, he shrugged, "Why not?"

He stepped forward, took out a one-dollar bill from his trouser pocket, and handed it to the newspaper seller, "The extra is your tip."

Hearing this, the immature face of the newspaper seller suddenly turned red, and even the small freckles on his cheeks were like ripe strawberries.

The newspaper seller, who couldn't hide his inner joy, bowed deeply to Rorschach, and handed over a newspaper with both hands: "Thank you very much, sir. This is your newspaper..."

This is a copy of the New Hanover Gazette

Judging from the name, it can be known that this newspaper is a newspaper that specializes in reporting events near New Hanover.

Taking the newspaper and looking down, Rorschach's eyes froze, and he was immediately attracted by the headlines on the cover of the newspaper:

"Blackwater Town is completely blocked!Biggest robbery in history? ! "

(End of this chapter)