[Comprehensive Movie] Goddess of Dispute

Rorschach's Journal, March 1966, 3.

The last day of the month, stupid self-proclaimed "expert" scum have been gleefully discussing the "doomsday" countdown.Yes, the end will come, but not in their short-sighted predictions about the end of this rotten world, when whores and useless politicians still hang out.

The smart criminals are still on the move, while the city, which is sinking deeper and deeper into crime, is still alive.They always mistakenly think that wearing a mask can escape the so-called legal sanctions. When I pull them out of the putrid blood pool and throw them into the glare of the sun, I will tell them loudly-no!You will be punished by me!

The cooperation with Ye Xiao in the past year has smashed countless gangsters, making those criminals who are still lucky enough to hide in damp and cold corners like wild dogs crossing the street. They don't know when the wheels will crush their brains mercilessly.The fire of the old residential buildings in the old city a month ago could not completely eliminate these stubborn maggots. The city is dying, and I am saving it.

Although the second generation of Night Owl, who took over the shirt from Hollis Mason, is too indecisive compared to his first generation, he needs a helper who can help him to be decisive. From the current point of view, his and I The partner is fairly normal, the others remain to be seen.

Weird, these mice have been thinking a little weirdly lately.Instead of barking like rabid dogs, they learned to calm down and turn their rusty and rotting brains.

Stopped one bank robbery, escaped two, they had premeditation, a clear escape route, clear and reasonable personnel distribution and a high degree of organization.This was the fifth miss in this month, and the fight against criminals actually felt strenuous. If they hadn't finally allowed their brains to absorb the nutrients of the mother's placenta, then there must be someone else behind it.

Ye Xiao couldn't see it, but I saw it. I have already integrated this sinful city into flesh and blood, and I know that those mad dogs will never be able to use their own brains to look at the problem. Someone told them what to do, and someone directed them to go. Which bite.

Whoever this coward in the shadows is, one day he'll show up in the sun and he wants to show his wits all over, oh of course he will, like the end will come, *will show him, that At some point I will tie him to the gate of the police station, and let those bastards who live a corrupt life with taxpayers' money add another one to their achievements.

Tomorrow there will be countless idiots flaunting the wisdom of others as their own, I have to go, I have to get ahead of them.

One month is enough for Eris to master the rules of this world by heart.

From a macro point of view, we are now in the period of the Cold War, which is hinted at by any program broadcast on TV or by the uneasiness faintly revealed in the daily society. It seems that it is not much different from the Cold War in real social history, but in fact, There are many things that are different.

Because in this world, there is an almost omnipotent Dr. Manhattan. He is composed of quantum, almost a mobile fort, he can break down anything into quantum in an instant, he can go anywhere in an instant, he can stop Under nuclear weapons, even, he has the ability to create a nuclear crisis.

Numerous reports have portrayed the superhuman being as a god, an American god.But his appearance could not weaken the Cold War between the US and the Soviet Union. On the contrary, it intensified the enthusiasm for the Soviet Union's equipment race and the stockpile of nuclear weapons, which was used to deal with Dr. Manhattan, who was described as a god by the Americans.What's ridiculous is that the Americans named the unknown on their side the name of a god, but if he appeared in the Soviet Union, the name of a god would become the title of a devil.

Inheriting the information network of the so-called criminal consulting experts, Eris knew enough to know a lot.This era is a dark and chaotic era. The glamorous luxury of New York during the day cannot conceal the crime and corruption at night.As good as the people in the upper class are, so are the vagabonds in the lower class.

Instant gratification and wasting time make people pursue illusory hot spots and benefits. Excessive packaging and utilization make most people in the world think that the United States has received divine help, but in fact, no matter how powerful this Dr. Manhattan is, no matter whether he can Seeing the past and the future through the laws of particle motion, no matter whether he has become a multi-dimensional existence now, no matter whether he has truly achieved omnipotence in terms of ability...

In the final analysis, he couldn't let go of the shadow of being a human being.Human emotion is a kind of cancer. Unless one is born "healthy" like Eris, no one can completely get rid of the restraint of emotion from an acquired perspective, and this is where the so-called inferiority lies, and all sins are bred here .

During this month, Eris spent most of his time researching the seemingly emotionally detached Doctor Manhattan, and Eris' biggest discovery about this was not a thorough analysis of his abilities and their sources. It is a weak human soul that corresponds to his powerful god-like strength.

Under such circumstances, he has become so easy to control, controlled by the US government, controlled by speech, even if he can see the essence and inner nature of everything, he is still controlled by the established destiny.

He's a marionette.Facing countless documents and videos, Eris, who had been silent for nearly half a month, made such a simple summary.No matter how powerful he looks on the outside, the human instinct to follow the rules makes him only a powerful marionette unless he breaks the rules.

Of course, because of the existence of such an interesting character, Eris also crammed his feet and studied some quantum physics, and then gave some advice to criminals who were born without brains, while looking at other social vigilantes Through cross-comparison calculations, she almost deduced the identities of most of the masked heroes.

The simplest example is this Pharaoh, Adrian Vetter, chairman of the Vetter Group, who does not know whether he claims to be or is called "the smartest man in the world".He is indeed a smart guy. He became a graduate student at Harvard at the age of 17. After his parents died in the same year, he donated enough inheritance to keep him alive for the rest of his life. He traveled alone and returned a few months later. In eight months, he became one of the top group bosses in the United States.

His pride or narcissism made him hardly intentionally hide his true identity. Of course, if he is really the smartest person in the world, then there must be another main reason behind his non-deliberate concealment—his It could be seen, as Eris could see, that the government couldn't keep challenging its authority with masked heroes acting as protectors of the public order.

Although vigilante police can indeed improve social order, this violation of the law is bound to arouse countless social conflicts, and the first to bear the brunt is the police who really work with wages.As the vigilante is an uncontrollable factor, sooner or later, the government will intervene.

If the pharaoh is smart enough, he is ready to take off his mask anytime and anywhere.

As for other more active vigilantes, the second generation of night owls, Daniel Dreiberg, in New York, there are not many bird lovers who have a certain economic foundation to support themselves to drive airships and use high-tech equipment to fight crime.The second generation of Silk Soul, the daughter of the first generation of Silk Soul, Laurie Yuspersky, also known as Laurie Jupiter, was easy to find out.

That Rorschach wasted some time on Eris. He is a guy who attaches great importance to *, and Eris, who has not studied him for a long time, identified him as a low-level molecule.Compared with the middle class, these homeless people who don't even have a name are the most difficult to track down.

"Professor, in the past month, although our business has improved a lot, but..." The man who handed her the information that Eris wanted to come did not walk away immediately, he looked at the masked man behind the high-end desk. Eris hesitated.

"If you're worried about the impact the combination of Rorschach and Night Owl will have on me, your vision is too narrow, and they can't find anything." Eris said, putting the information aside, "I need you Prepare something for me..."

"...Please tell me, professor." The man replied without further questioning.

His name is Tom, very common name, no last name.A month ago, he was only the second-in-command of a small boss of intelligence dealers. At that time, he and his boss were informed that their immediate boss, Professor Evil, had changed, and the new professor wanted to see them, the former capable men. , His boss almost took this sentence as a joke.

Replaced by a woman?That might as well let me do it.These are the original words of his boss, he said to the former professor's bodyguard himself.The two bodyguards were also filled with righteous indignation, and even discussed with his boss how to get rid of the new professor.

As a result, everything that happened at night was beyond their imagination.

"Everyone take a step forward." Tom heard the voice of the woman wearing a clown mask sitting behind the desk, and looked at his boss hesitantly. After the boss nodded, he and the others took a step forward.

He saw two men walking in tremblingly pushing two carts. Their timid and frightened appearance made Tom take a few more glances.All the guns of the same size and caliber were placed on the cart.

"You guys have guns. You can only keep one leader and deputy. The one who stays is the leader. Choose yourself." After she finished speaking, she leaned back in her chair leisurely, leaving a group of people, including Tom, looking at each other.

A few seconds later, the scene became very chaotic. Everyone except Tom picked up their guns. Some of them pointed their guns at their companions, but most of them pointed their guns at the masked woman on the leather chair.They wanted to kill her and take her place, but Tom felt that all of this was like a well-laid trap. She couldn't be so confident in handing over the weapon to the former boss who had never met before.

Sure enough, when he was huddled in the corner, he saw the moment those people were shooting, he suddenly let out a cry of pain, and then froze in place, unable to move!

These guns are not real guns at all. There are silver needles hidden in the handles. The needles are covered with tetrodotoxin. Nerve paralysis.

"There's still one more person." The playful voice of the masked woman brought Tom back to consciousness.

"Very well, from now on, you will be my deputy," she said, walking towards the door, motioning for Tom to follow, and then looking at the pusher in the corner of the room, "As for you... sorry, you have already useless."

She closed the door, locked the two people in the room with their crying begging and cursing, walked down the stairs slowly, and walked out of the old residential building that was almost forgotten by the world.Tom followed her step by step, secretly wondering what his new boss would do next, why he didn't just get rid of the people in that room, but only paralyzed their nerves...

"Oh, because it's too troublesome to destroy the corpses one by one." Just as he was thinking, he heard the careless and unscrupulous voice of the masked woman in front of him, as if she had already seen through Tom's little thoughts.

The next second, the loud noise and heat wave behind him made Tom's eyes widen. He stared blankly at the burning residential building in the explosion, and his ears were filled with the screams and wailing of the residents of nearby residential buildings who were implicated. The flames even illuminated the night.

At that moment, he finally understood why the two cart pushers were so trembling.