Two-Dimensional Alien Species: Human Security Agency

As Shore said, 'Justice has its limits'. His hatred began to spread from the Mafia and himself to the entire Sicilian crowd. As he said, the people are of course guilty. It is their numbness and support that, over the millennia, has nurtured the mafia, a monster rooted in every capillary in Sicily.

They were the ones who bred him. So he wants to take revenge, not only against the mafia, but also against the entire Sicilian crowd.

He joined the Fools, joined the Mafia, became the only one who passed the gatekeeper test, tore his soul into three parts, changed quantum coherence with the power of distortion and hatred, and even raised the butcher's knife towards ordinary people without hesitation? , became the devil of Florence. Completely wiped out the Mafia in Sicily.

It's almost like Homer's epics or some famous tragic story under Shakespeare, full of fantasy romanticism like Hamlet or the Count of Monte Cristo, and if they investigate at this time, Socia's death is just an accident, It was just accidentally killed by two gangsters. This crisis, which has nearly affected the entire world, will become vexatious.

Finally he shook his head and closed Socia's file. "That's it." He reached over and picked up the notebook again. A piece of paper caught in the middle fell to the ground, and Ji Qinger picked it up.

"Cartoon?" Exaggerated colors and strong lines are unique features of American superhero comics. Xie Zhifei also poked his head, the cartoon cut from the book was only the size of a palm. is a person.

In the background is the icy snow field, the man is walking forward, the north wind lifts his brown coat, he reaches over the scarf around his neck and pulls it tighter to preserve the temperature. Wearing a white mask on the head, not even the holes for the eyes and mouth are left, and there is only a black dirty ink mark on the hood-like mask.

The picture is not exquisite, but the painter's brushstrokes are sharp, and every line is like a steel knife, depicting the characteristics of the character, even if the cold makes him hunched slightly, but he still moves forward like a charge. The knight, Kuang Teng rolled up the hem of his trench coat as straight as steel.

Just this single character can make people feel alone and brave.

"Who is he?" Although Ji Qinger received a common sense education to integrate into the society, the American fictional superhero is obviously not within the scope of knowledge in this class. Naturally, she did not recognize the person in the painting. In fact, most ordinary people can't pronounce his name either.

He has never been a particularly famous superhero, with no special abilities, no genetic mutation, no magic, no tech savvy and worth trillions of dollars, he is just a self-trained ordinary person, a textile worker who turned into maybe Not a super hero.

"Rorschach, his name is Rorschach." Xie Zhifei replied word by word, his voice seemed to be bloody. "My mother was a prostitute. She was bullied as a child, but grew up to be a superhero. She was killed by a former teammate because she disagreed with a plan to kill millions of people in exchange for world peace and utopia."

"Rorschach..."

"Well, Rorschach." Xie Zhifei nodded, and some fragmented, completely unimportant memories emerged from the bottom of his heart.

"Alfonso Tornatore, the Chinese name is Rorschach, I picked it up myself, it's a pleasure to meet you." At the entrance of Sacred Heart High School, a Fiat car stopped and was about to get out of the window, revealing a Zhang had a scruffy and messy face. The owner of the face introduced himself with an exaggerated smile and voice.

"After finding it, that's Rorschach's job..." Emond smiled happily. The next moment, the flesh of his whole body flowed like softening, and his swollen muscles and joints burst through his dirty T-shirt. And denim overalls, the skin became blue, the muscles were vigorous, two huge blades with rust protruded from the elbows, and a triangular iron mask spit out from the neck, with a huge eye drawn with thick orangutan brushstrokes.

"I want to be a hero!

Because you are heroes. It's a guardian, someone who does things that they can't do by themselves!

So I trust you. "

The three Alfonso threw themselves into the crack of space without hesitation, to stop the angry demigod.

If Xie Zhifei remembered correctly, the ending of the comic titled "Watchmen" with Rorschach as one of the protagonists is that Rorschach stops his former teammates. He is far stronger than Rorschach, fast enough to catch bullets and kill him easily. But he still went without hesitation, leaving only a diary in the newspaper's submission box. If he died, the villain's conspiracy against the world should also have the right to be known by the world.

'Whether I live or die in the future, I hope this world can last until you see this diary. I lived without compromise, and now I die without regrets or complaints. Rorschach November 1st. ’ At the end of the story, the reporter opened the diary and saw this line of words.

"While saying that he is not a hero, he is doing such things all the time. Do you want to send the news about your elimination of the Mafia to the newspaper and ask the Sicilian government to erect a monument for you!" Xie Zhifei patted the cartoon on the table, scolded with a smile.

"You said, did he do something wrong?" Ji Qinger leaned over to Xie Zhifei.

Xie Zhifei shook his head and reached out to touch Ji Qinger's hair, "Not only did he not do anything wrong, Tang also did nothing wrong, and we... did not do anything wrong either..."

There was a flash of light in his eyes, and the real world suddenly distorted and changed. Ji Qinger in his arms also turned into a mixture of flesh and blood. The rot and stench shot straight into the nostrils from everywhere. Her voice It also became very blurry and harsh, like the sound of countless cats scratching the glass.

His hand stagnated for a moment, Ji Qinger reacted, reached out and grabbed his hand and pressed it on his hair, and the world returned to its original state.

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Prologue

"Bechymos killed them, they are really good." In the park, Hao Lianzhixia glanced at the news on the screen of his mobile phone and showed a mocking smile. The headline above was, 'Mediterranean storm dissipates strangely, experts say it may be a thousand-year-old mystery'. Below are some scientific reasons why hurricanes do not occur in the Mediterranean, and the economic damage and death toll in Italy, where the hurricane made landfall. And how many support teams each country has sent.

Putting the phone in his pocket, he stood up and walked home. Several girls in the park who were talking and laughing followed him, turned their heads, and then twisted back embarrassedly, deliberately joking loudly with their friends to cover up.

"Why didn't you take medicine?" Pushing open the door, he frowned tightly when he saw the bowl of Chinese medicine on the table. Not at all. In the park, the corners of his mouth were slanted, and the feeling of a cynical son-in-law was gone.

"My problem can't be solved by taking medicine." The voice he answered was frivolous and weak, but he could vaguely hear the warm and jade-like texture of the voice itself.

"Fei Qiong! I understand that your illness can't be cured with this medicine, but it can always take care of your body. You and I are not ready to die." Hao Lianzhixia said loudly, like a General housekeeper.

"Bechymos... was also dealt with by them." After a little hesitation, he still told the news. Then he gritted his teeth and added, "I have to say, they are really capable! A demigod can deal with it without leaving any traces."

"Don't underestimate them." At this time, Di Feiqiong turned her head to comfort Hao Lianzhixia, "They are the beings who truly control the direction of the world, and their power far exceeds your imagination."

Di Feiqiong was even thinner than when Po Jun defeated Tiffany. At that time, if he was just malnourished, he can now be described as desolate. His cheeks were completely sunken, and his hands and feet were sagging. It was as thin as a firewood stick, and there was almost only a layer of skin sticking to the bones all over the body.

Only his eyes were still so bright, and the blue light became clearer and clearer in his pupils, as if there would be fireflies flying out of it at any time.

"We don't have any chance of winning a direct conflict with them," he said firmly, "but we don't need to fight them head-on. It's much easier to destroy a thing than to protect it. Especially this thing is a Lies, and it's time for a whopper that covers the whole world."

"I understand." Hao Lianzhixia nodded and picked up the medicine on the table, "So you have to persevere until the lie can be uncovered."

"Are you going to move?" Di Feiqiong looked at Hao Lianzhixia as if she understood something.

"Yeah." Hao Lianzhixia nodded.

"You should know what that means!"

"I know." Di Feiqiong's voice became more and more melodious, while Hao Lianzhixia's voice became more and more soft. He put the medicine in front of Di Feiqiong. "We don't have many cards in hand, and we never have any choice. Like you said, they are so powerful, so this time, they should be able to protect the world. We will trust them once."

"Drink the medicine now." Di Feiqiong still didn't move, so he and Hao Lianzhixia looked at each other for more than a minute, and the two of them stood still like a sculpture. The bright blue pupils finally swayed in front of the black pupils.

So he has always been the leader. Di Feiqiong seemed to be sighing, I just need to support the path he chose. Then he took the medicine bowl in his hand.

...

"Kake—" A half-meter-square ebony box jumped suddenly. On the white rune paper, the runes engraved with cinnabar glowed brightly, and the strange font came to life as if it had life. A chain-like chain, clinging tightly to the box.

The contents of the box were aware of the existence of the seal, and instead beat more violently. The violent beating was as if it contained the heart of a giant dragon. The chain was also broken out of a gap in this fierce struggle.

A trace of cold air leaked out from this gap, and there was only such an ethereal trace, but the frost condensed on the shrine with it.

"These sentient beings. Even if they don't do good deeds themselves." An old voice suddenly sounded, and there were actually people in this hall. The old man holding the mantra is already old. The gray beard seemed to have never been cut before, and he lowered his head, and it was able to hang down to the middle of his entrenched legs.

He has been sitting in this place since sometime, and even the slightest movement of chanting can kick up the dust that accumulates on his beard.

"If you commit five unrelenting serious crimes, and all the bhikkhus and nuns abandon all four and eight. Such heavy karma. It's like a strong wind blowing away the sand assembly. It was about to spread in front of him, but he kept chanting, and his voice became louder and louder.

"Master!" A middle-aged man opened the door and rushed in. He was shocked when he saw the white air that was already in front of the old man.

"Fearless heart, fearless wisdom, and fearless spirit are able to attain samyaksambodhi!" The old man's hand was turned up from the bottom of his sleeve, forming the Great Fearless Seal. The two slender eyebrows flew upside down, and the eyes were like fire and thunder. The last second was the Bodhisattva's low eyebrows, but this second it was the angry eyes of King Kong.

The white air stopped between the eyebrows of the old man as if he was confronting him. This confrontation lasted for several seconds. When the middle-aged man who came in felt that he was about to suffocate, the white air suddenly retracted into the box like a snake.

With a crisp sound, the box suddenly closed, the cinnabar runes also returned to their respective positions, and the light gradually dimmed. Except for a staggered trace of ice edges still left on the ground, it seems that everything just now has never happened.

"Phew—" The middle-aged man dared to take a deep breath. He had rushed in, but he had to hold his breath. The lack of oxygen made his brain feel a little bit painful.

"At such an old age, it's still as frizzy as before." The old man restrained the Angry-eyed King Kong statue and changed back to the unshakable statue.

"Zhen Xin knows it's wrong." The middle-aged man hurriedly knelt down and buckled his head, his head firmly on the ground, his whole body trembling slightly. "Master, that was just now..."