Chapter 133 New Goal——Princess Diaries (asking for monthly tickets)
The next morning.

Rorschach pushed open the door of the library. Before stepping in, he lowered his head to check the breakfast bag and teacup in his hands.

These were all specially prepared for Harold in order to appease him.

Breakfast was the housewarming tycoon's favorite cheese crepes and Mexican tacos without hot sauce.

As for tea, it was Harold’s favorite Darjeeling green tea.

For these, Rorschach even got up an hour earlier than usual to queue up.

"Shet."

Rorschach couldn't help but curse under his breath.

He's never been so attentive when pursuing a girl, even buying her her favorite breakfast? Dream on.

You know, when they were in Chicago, it was always Ginny who got up early and lined up in Chinatown to buy him fried dumplings and fried spring rolls.

"When you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head."

Rorschach smiled teasingly, closed the door, and quickly ran to the third floor with the plastic bag.

Although he and Harold are partners, their residences are completely different.

After arriving in New York, Harold gave him dozens of keys, each corresponding to a different apartment.

These days, Rorschach chooses a random key to check into each night.

As for Harold, Rorschach didn't deliberately follow him. He just knew that he seemed to have multiple hidden identities outside.

As soon as he pushed open the door of the library on the third floor, Rorschach's brows suddenly furrowed, and the pistol at his waist was instantly unsheathed!
Inside the house, Harold, who should have been looking up information or operating the computer, was now sitting stiffly on the sofa, staring at the ceiling with empty eyes.

Rorschach walked lightly, pressed close to the wall and listened carefully to the movements in the room.

However, no matter how he looked, there was no other sound in the house except Harold and Brian's breathing.

At this moment, Brian seemed to smell Rorschach's scent and immediately rushed out of the doghouse.

"Okay, okay, don't pounce so hard every time."

Rorschach rubbed its head, and when he saw the blood-stained hair on its neck, his eyes suddenly darkened.

"Harold!"

He growled at his partner, who was still in a daze, "What happened last night? Did someone attack you? Why didn't you notify me immediately?!"

Harold shuddered, then noticed Rorschach's arrival.

"Attack?"

He shook his head. "No, Brian and I weren't attacked. It's just..."

The talented and wealthy man sighed heavily.

Under Rorschach's puzzled gaze, Harold recounted his experience at the convenience store last night in a halting manner.

After he finished speaking, he looked up at Rorschach, hoping to get some comfort.

But what shocked him was that his partner did not show any grief or sadness on his face. Instead, he sat down in front of the computer and played Minesweeper while biting on a fried bun as if nothing had happened.

"Rorschach?"

Harold's eyes widened in disbelief. "Don't you want to say something?"

"say what?"

Rorschach replied without even looking up, "Are you so unlucky that you encountered a robbery and murder scene while buying ice, or are you so naive that you'd spend the entire night mourning over a dead person?"

"You think I'm naive?"

Harold pointed at himself, his voice trembling with anger. "That was a living life! Rorschach, she had just received an acceptance letter from college! She should have had a bright future, but she died on the way to work the night shift at a convenience store to earn tuition!"

"Then why didn't you stop it?"

Rorschach's tone was calm, almost cold. "That guy didn't even notice you when he entered the store. What a good opportunity! Why didn't you take action?"

"I"

Harold was speechless and didn't know what to say.

"If I had been there," Rorschach finally raised his head and spoke word by word, "that girl would never have been hurt. Do you know why?"

He made a gun gesture and said, "I will use the most abhorrent form of violence and blow his head off before that bastard pulls the trigger."

"Ugh"

After saying that, Rorschach shook his head helplessly.

Harold was good in every way except this, in which he was very much like his mother, Mary.

Always treat everyone in the world as someone who can communicate, and even have good intentions towards animals.

"Actually, I agree with you, Harold."

He stood up and handed the other man a steaming cup of green tea. As he sat down, his tone turned serious. "Violence isn't the optimal solution, and killing won't solve it. But there are some people you can never reason with. They have the blood of animals in their bones, and only by completely eradicating it can we put an end to this evil."

As he spoke, he slapped the gun on his waist on Harold's leg: "Take this with you when you go out next time. I'll teach you how to shoot when I have time. Think about it, if you had a gun in your hand last night, would the girl still have died?"

Rorschach looked Harold straight in the eye and said, "Remember this: good people in this world die too early because they think too much and shoot too slowly!"

Staring at the cold pistol on his leg, Harold was silent for a long time.

This time, he did not refuse outright as usual.

Seeing his partner lost in thought, Rorschach stopped talking. Many of his future plans would require Harold's assistance, and if he remained so naive, it wouldn't be a good thing for either of them.

Fortunately, not long after, Harold seemed to gradually come out of the haze.

He picked up the green tea, blew on it, took a sip, and turned to Rorschach: "I have hidden all of Clyde's electronic messages. Also, don't come to me for this kind of thing again. Do you know how many people that guy killed in one explosion?"

"Don't worry, it's just this once." Rorschach smiled perfunctorily.

Harold shook his head and stopped pursuing the matter. Instead, he handed over a document: "This is the new number owner that the [machine] spit out this morning. I'm giving it to you."

He paused, wanting to speak but then stopped. "Rorschach, theoretically you are free to do whatever you want, but I hope you won't do anything to your target this time. Well, I think you understand what I mean."

"What's this mess?"

Rorschach flipped through the file suspiciously, then raised an eyebrow. "Mia Thermopolis, 18-year-old graduate, princess and heir to the throne of the small European country of Genovia?"

He laughed and jokingly said, "So, our rescue targets are constantly escalating? From civilians to soldiers, and now jumping directly to members of the royal family?"

Then, when he saw the target photo below, he immediately understood what Harold had just said.

"A generous gift—sh*t?!"

The girl in the photo is so beautiful that she looks like an elf walking out of a classical oil painting!

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night.

The sky had just begun to darken.

After opening the car door, Rorschach straightened his tight NYPD uniform, looked up and frowned as he surveyed the most luxurious apartment building in central Manhattan.

"Are you sure, Harold? Those chicks really called the police?"

"One hundred percent sure."

Harold's decisive reply came from the headset. "I monitored the communication equipment in their apartment. Twenty minutes ago, a girl kept insisting that a uniformed police officer come to the door. They must be in trouble."

He emphasized, "Be careful, Rorschach. There's a girls' coming-of-age ceremony party going on in the house, about five or six people. This is a perfect opportunity to get close to our target. We must find out who wants to harm that princess of that small country."

"These are all minor matters. The most important thing is that this police uniform you found for me is too tight!"

Rorschach rolled his shoulders and said confidently, "Being a police officer is my forte. This time, I'll show you the true worth of Chicago's top detective!"

Just like when he was on duty, he put his hands on his tactical belt, his full chest muscles made his police uniform taut, and strode into the apartment hall with his head held high.

The elevator quickly arrived at the target floor.

"926"

Reciting the house number silently, Rorschach paused in front of the door, thought of his opening remarks, and then pressed the doorbell.

The moment the door opened, a young girl with freckles all over her face came into view.

Rorschach cleared his throat and said seriously, "Hello, Miss. I'm Officer Goodman from the Upper East Side Police Station in Manhattan. I heard the police say..."

"Ahhhh——!"

Before she could finish her words, the girl suddenly burst into a shrill scream.

Before Rorschach could react, the other party had already grabbed his tactical belt and dragged him into the house.

"Look, sisters! That club actually has such top-notch stuff!"

The girl excitedly shouted into the living room, "Can you believe this?! There's actually such a handsome stripper!"

On the sofa in the living room, several young girls holding champagne widened their eyes at the same time.

One of the blonde girls covered her mouth exaggeratedly: "Great, only a handsome guy like him is worthy of our coming-of-age ceremony party!"

"Mia, who said not to call a gigolo? Now that you see the real guy, are you willing to turn it back?"

"I don't care! I want to be the first to lick his pecs! No one else is allowed to compete with me!"

"."

Amid the screams that came one after another, Rorschach finally realized that something was wrong.

He lowered his voice and gritted his teeth into the headset: "Harold, you better tell me they are not calling some uniformed male dancers from a strip club!"

"Uh, maybe I heard it wrong."

Harold's voice was filled with an undisguised gloating. "But since we're already here, why not take advantage of her? This is a perfect opportunity to get close to the princess."

"you"

Rorschach took a deep breath and suppressed the urge to curse.

Damn it! Now he finally understood why this police uniform was so tight.

However, although he was unhappy, he quickly glanced at the people in the room.

There were five girls in total, and they all looked like they had just reached adulthood not long ago. They were probably daughters of wealthy families. They actually held a coming-of-age party and were even bold enough to hire uniformed dancers.

Soon, Rorschach's eyes locked on the girl with long hair like a waterfall and skin as white as snow - Princess Mia.

At this moment, she was shyly lowering her head, only daring to glance at him secretly out of the corner of her eyes.

Even with Rorschach's eyes, he had to admit that the girl was very beautiful, compared to Ginny... Forget it, it's better not to think about Ginny in this situation, so as to avoid feeling guilty.

Rorschach raised his eyebrows and turned his gaze to the last girl sitting in the corner. When he met her playful eyes, he couldn't help but curse inwardly.

Why is this chick here too?!
(End of this chapter)