Superman of the Marvel Universe

Rorschach's diary——

"In 1992, November 22nd, or maybe the 23rd.

The streets are crowded with bodies, and people's brains are boiled by the absurd nightmares brought about by the imaginary invaders. The doomsday clock is ticking again. We once had a chance, but they were abandoned by them.All of them!

The unsympathetic noise filled their own ears, forming a deafening echo chamber.

They blame each other for what they have, not who they are.

Their tolerance is a one-way street.

At the same time, the totalitarians stick to their positions, pretend to be deaf and mute, and preach the restoration of a unified society, without realizing that for those who are different from them, the good past was not so good.

It all depends on your perspective. God turned around and left us a paradise, which is like giving a folding razor to a five-year-old.

We cut open the belly of the world and the secrets pour out, a gut full of truth and shit that hangs us to death.

Soon only bedbugs, cockroaches and maggots will be left in the world to fight for the remains of ordinary people.

They then eat themselves until they choke to death.

Unless we can call God back.

Smash it, scream it, because maybe we don't deserve it, or maybe the end of this world is coming.

We shattered the American dream and now it's become the American nightmare. "

The man closed the diary and picked up a mask covered in ink.

Its original owner had died in Antarctica, without even leaving a complete body.

"Authorities have issued mandatory evacuation orders across the country, and we urge everyone to gather family members and evacuate our designated red zones. If the emergency number that appears at the bottom of the screen is busy, please contact the local police..."

Emergency notices about the evacuation and evacuation of city residents were played on the TV in a loop.

The man didn't look at it, he just put on the mask with the ink stains constantly changing.

The world is getting worse and worse, whether it is after Dr. Manhattan left or after the Rorschach diaries were leaked.

Anyway, it's like a terminal cancer patient whose body is deteriorating every day.

Ta-ta-ta, tap-ta-ta.

The man put his hands in the pockets of his brown coat and strode out of the door.

He walked down the stairs and left the shabby apartment. The world outside was in chaos.

All kinds of beating, smashing, looting and burning occurred, and all kinds of riots broke out.

Nuclear war is coming, the end is coming, and everyone is going crazy.

The man walked expressionlessly through the large crowd of revelers, ignoring the violence that was taking place. He had other things to do.

The world is getting more and more corrupt, and there are always heroes who have to stand up.

Now that you put on this mask, you have to choose something to save.

For example, the world.

The man walked very fast and finally stopped at the door of the police station.

The police were busy evacuating, and the piercing phone rings were ringing one after another, which was more exaggerated than that of a Wall Street securities company.

They faced a very serious problem, that is, what to do with the prisoners in the cells?

There is not enough time left for the citizens to evacuate, so where can they take care of the extremely vicious gang of thugs!

With one policeman carrying a large bunch of keys, it was impossible for the police station to put so many people into a prison van and transfer them on the spot.

In order not to be charged with murder afterwards, the director decided to release them.

Anyway, who knows if the Eastern camp will choose to bomb this city!

"Give me the key!"

A bald man stretched his hand out of the iron fence and firmly grasped the policeman's back collar.

The criminals in the cells were shouting and banging on the bars, making sharp noises.

They know what is happening outside, and no one wants to be trapped here, either starving to death, thirsty, or being blown into a charred corpse by a nuclear bomb.

Bang!

The bald man punched the policeman in the cheek, knocking out several teeth.

He wanted to snatch the other party's key and open the closed cell door.

After knocking down the policeman with a heavy punch, the bunch of keys flew out and landed on the far wall.

"Shet!"

The bald man cursed fiercely.

He was thinking of some way to pick up the bunch of keys, but someone had already done so.

The man wearing the ink mask held the bunch of keys and looked at the bald man in the cell.

"You figured it out?"

he asked hoarsely.

The bald man took two steps back and waved his hands vigorously. This guy's costume was obviously that of a long-outdated cross-dressing hero.

Instead of going out and getting beaten up and asking for trouble.

He would rather stay here and think of other ways to escape.

The man seemed satisfied with the answer, put the bunch of keys in his pocket, and continued walking forward.

The reason he came to the police prison was to rescue a man and woman.

They're called puppets and pantomime.

Of course, this is just a code name.

The cross-dressing heroes don't reveal their real names, and neither do the masked villains.

Although the man didn't know why the Pharaoh needed each other.

However, this is one of the tasks to be completed to save the world.

So, the man did it anyway.

"There are still three hours and 34 minutes..."

He raised his hand and looked at the watch. This time represented the deadline for the nuclear bomb to take off.

Without the constraints of Dr. Manhattan, the world will inevitably slide into the abyss.

It didn't take long for the man to find his target.

He used the bargaining chip given by the Pharaoh to successfully get the two criminals who lacked integrity and compassion to follow him out of the cell.

Taking a prepared car, a group of people entered the sewer and stopped in front of a flood control door with "Danger" written on it.

After two gentle knocks, the iron door opened and the man entered first.

The rescued marionette and pantomime, the man and woman followed.

They saw a dusty secret base, a mess of parts, equipment and instruments.

"I said, are the rumors true?"

The blond woman codenamed "Puppet" asked nervously.

"Rorschach committed suicide, is this true?"

This is one of the rumors that has been widely circulated since the release of Rorschach's diary.

Because the diary that shattered the Pharaoh's utopia did not write about Rorschach's own experience in the end.

"Witt was the mastermind behind the scenes. Why? What did he want? I can't think of a more formidable opponent. He once joked that he was fast enough to catch a bullet and that he could kill us in the snow. So. This is where we are going now: Antarctica. No matter whether I live or die in the future, I hope this world can persist until you see this diary. I will never compromise when I live, and I will not regret or regret it if I die now. complain."

This is Rorschach's last diary entry.

Some people speculated that he was killed by the Pharaoh, while others said that he suffered a mental breakdown and chose to commit suicide...

All in all, opinions vary.

"No."

The man replied succinctly.

Although he wears Rorschach's ink mask, he is not himself.

"Then the partner you mentioned is Night Owl?"

Marionette asked again.

She saw the Night Owl airship covered by a dust sheet.

"No, his partner is me."

A voice came from the corner, and a tall man in a formal dress came out.

He looked like an ancient emperor, wearing luxurious robes and gold accessories, exuding an extraordinary aura.

He held a strange-looking lynx with red hair in his hands, stroking it like a cat.

"Pharaoh?"

Marionette recognized this legendary figure who often appeared in the news or newspapers.

The other party was once one of the most famous cross-dressing heroes, and later became a financial tycoon, a charity tycoon and a national think tank.

Now, he is a ruthless and cold-blooded executioner who massacred 300 million people. He is a notorious criminal against humanity who is wanted around the world.

Pharaoh, Adrian Veidt.

"Yes, it's me."

The tall man nodded gracefully.

He appeared here and asked the second generation Rorschach to put on the ink mask to rescue the puppets and pantomime in order to save the world again.

Dr. Manhattan left the planet and thus the universe.

Adrian once believed that the blue man was the biggest threat in the world.

Now he has changed his mind. Humanity needs a "God".

This way we will not repeat the destruction and start a war.

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