on the operating table.

A corpse was placed on it, and various Indian Mountain employees were instructed to attach various messy wires to the body.

"Hmm~, the vitality of the salamander is very tenacious, and even ~ the brain can be repaired, with this cannibalistic body, it is absolutely perfect~"

Hugo seemed very satisfied, with a smile on his face all the time.

Connect the wires one by one.

Connected to the body of the man who made the whole of Gotham feel fear.

In the midst of everyone's expectant gaze, Hugo Strange pulled down the switch.

"Zila~"

Electricity begins to enter the body through wires, and it shocks the body of the crazy cook at a very special frequency.

It was the first experiment in the resurrection of the dead.

If it had succeeded, it would have proved the feasibility of such an approach, and as a result, seventy or eighty other corpses were waiting in the ice vault of Indian Mountain.

One minute.

Two minutes.

Three minutes.

Hugo's original expression was still a little expectant, but he was disappointed when he got to the back.

This time it looks disappointing again.

In the machine on the side, there was no response from the brain circuit and heartbeat of the crazy cook.

On the contrary, the corpse seemed to be a little charred because of the long-term electric shock, and now the whole laboratory is filled with a strange smell of meat mixed with a short circuit in the wire.

The crowd waited a little longer.

The body of the mad chef has already appeared with some black hard shells, and some cumin will be sprinkled out of the pot after a while.

"It's over~, inform the personnel, this corpse can be pulled and destroyed." Hugo was expressionless, clearly not very happy with the result.

After listening to this, several employees on the side began to rip off the wires connected to the crazy chef.

He might have been an important test subject for Indian Mountain if he had survived, but for now, it was just a corpse.

Corpses are painless.

It's like a pork dealer, since the thing he is facing is dead, he doesn't care whether he feels it or not

Several people were put into body bags, and a veteran employee pushed the crazy kitchen to the incinerator.

"Hey, Ethan."

Arriving at the crematorium, Ethan, the administrator, was drinking a bowl of cereal, spoonful by spoonful.

Of course, this picture was nothing, but there was a corpse in front of him at this time.

The corpse's internal organs had been turned out due to the failure of the experiment, and part of the brain had oozed out of all the holes in the head that could flow out.

The staff who pushed the corpse swallowed the vomit that poured up his throat, and said with a painful expression: "Can you not eat in front of a bloody corpse, where does the appetite come from." ”

Ethan, who was drinking porridge, looked up and showed a smile, "Hehe, you don't understand, this picture is very beautiful, just right for eating." ”

The other party understands incompetence.

Ethan is a weirdo, of course, unlike a weirdo like Crazy Cook, he says he's a weirdo, but he's actually more inclined to be perverted.

This person likes to be with corpses, whether as a companion or as food, they can be replaced with corpses.

One might ask, how could such a pervert make him look at a place like a crematorium?

Come on, this is Gotham.

Most people don't even care about the dignity of the living, let alone a dead person, and most of the dead people who can come here are criminals, which makes them even more indifferent.

The other party didn't want to have too much intersection with a pervert like Ethan, so he put down the crazy kitchen and left here.

Ethan finished his cereal porridge with a smile, licked his lips, and looked at the body bag to the side.

A label is attached to the bag.

Died on XX year, X month, XX day.

Age: 19 years old.

Name: Luo Sheng (Crazy Cook. ）

Unable to help but lick his lips, Ethan showed a lewd smile.

"Hehe, I've wanted to see you for a long time, Crazy Chef."

Ethan grabbed the body bag and pulled the zipper apart little by little.

The mad cook's face gradually revealed, but there was an extra layer of black shell on his face.

"Strange, what is this?"

Ethan scratched his head and pinched a little hard shell, a little incomprehensible.

And at this moment, suddenly a strong force grabbed him by the neck and slammed him on the table.

The corpse opened its eyes, and there was no emotion in it.

Ethan tried to struggle, and the corpse looked at the spoon Ethan used to drink cereal on the table.

Reaching out and grabbing the spoon in the cereal porridge on one side, the corpse stabbed Ethan's artery with the slightly sharp spoon grip and pulled it out, covering the other's mouth with the other hand

"Mmmmmm

Ethan's major artery was punctured, blood gushed wildly, and the opponent's strength was too great, he couldn't resist at all.

Ethan was bled for three minutes.

The corpse's eyes were still blank, as if a mannequin had come to life.

The person in his hand slowly lost his reaction.

The corpse threw Ethan to the ground.

He now had a large number of scattered memories in his brain, and it was completely impossible to tell what was what.

Gradually, the corpse seemed to be able to connect with some memory fragments, and a name was about to come out.

I am......

The corpse closed its eyes and took a deep breath.

Consciousness seems to be a little clearer.

"Luo, no, I'm called Crazy Chef, I don't think so, it's still Luo."

The corpse felt a pain in the head.

It's so uncomfortable, to be naked in a place other than your own bed, and to forget so many things.

"Ahhh The corpse screamed like an underage child, then jumped to the ground, nearly falling.

The floor was covered in blood, sticky and slippery, and the smell of the room was very complicated.

The smell of blood and corpses, and the smell of charred corpses, well, a little bit of milk cereal.

The corpse looked outside, then inside the room.

"Sure enough, let's get out of this place first." The corpse cupped his forehead and muttered.

With a bottle placed next to him, he washed the blood off his feet, and the corpse walked out of the door naked and with a big grin.

It was dark outside, with nothing but a straight hallway.

To put it mildly, he's either going forward or overtaking backwards now, and both sides look the same.

The corpse rubbed its chin and thought for a moment.

Front, or back, that's the question.

Although his mind is a little foggy now, it seems that because of the passage of time, he seems to have thought of something.

For example.

He shouldn't have killed the person inside so casually just now, but he should have forced the other party to take him out first!

As a result, the chaotic brain that he just woke up caused him to be completely lost now!

"Hey! Ethan! You can't be naked in the hallway! ”

At this moment, a man's voice came from behind him, making the corpse can't help but turn its head sideways.

The place was dressed in a white uniform and holding a stick, probably a security guard or something on duty.

In a hallway.

A naked man and a security guard looked at each other.

What happens under normal circumstances?

Naked men run away.

And what did this newly resurrected corpse brother do?

That's right.

He stood still, pondering a more serious question than the fifth millionth digit of pi.

Who is Ethan?