One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

……

One minute.

The person in the mirror did not move, and there was nothing to prove that he was not a brain problem.

"Ding Dong~"

Luo Sheng threw the kitchen knife on the ground, and looked at himself in the mirror without any change at all, and he felt fear.

It was a feeling he hadn't had in a long time.

"I'm going to kill you! I'm going to make you disappear! ”

Luo Sheng yelled and rushed to his room, took out all the medicines that Leke Hanmo had prescribed to him before, and ate them one by one according to twice the dose.

And when he didn't find out.

He opened the bottle of vitamin C, and the two pills gave him a special sensation that no other pill had produced.

Of course, even if it is the king of poisons, cyanide can't make people die quickly just after entering the mouth, Luo Sheng naturally subconsciously felt that he was just thinking too much.

But after three seconds he didn't think so.

The pill seemed to turn into a powerful storm and rush into Luo Sheng's brain.

A powerful electric current rushes.

The darkness in Luo Sheng's eyes disappeared, as if he had lost his soul in an instant.

"I, I, what have I done all these years?" Suddenly, a strong sense of guilt swept through the body.

Luo Sheng, a man who had always felt that there was no difference between killing people and killing chickens, suddenly began to lie on the table and cry.

This is not a show.

It's a special feeling that comes from the depths of the heart, a strong feeling that can't be suppressed at all.

"Woo, I actually, I actually killed an innocent boss for a food truck, woo, and killed his only brother, woowoo."

"That old man was just fishing, and I actually did it!"

That's it.

Luo Sheng cried continuously for more than an hour.

To know.

Luo Sheng, his personality has been very cold since he was a child, and it can be said that he has never cried except for the first time when he was a child, when he was said to be unpalatable.

But this time he actually cried for an hour because of something he had accepted a long time ago, which made him a little unbelievable.

And at this time, on the street outside.

A man in a black suit, red shirt, pale skin and big black back is holding his stomach and laughing.

Behind.

Space distorted.

The man who had been in Arkham Asylum walked up to the man without a hint of expression on his face, making one wonder if he was a facial paralyz.

Apparently, the man was puzzled by the man's cramping behavior.

"You're not afraid that he will cook you after he recovers his memory?"

"What?" The red and black suit couldn't help but laugh again, and finally wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, pretending to be serious and said: "We all know what the situation is, right, this thing can make the two of them get out quickly, as for the future, ha, he may not be able to beat me." ”

"He couldn't beat you in the first place."

"Oh, yes, yes!" The red and black suit made it look like it was.

"Idiot."

"Hee-hee-hee, thanks for the compliment."

……

Early the next morning.

Luo Sheng's face was haggard, with a stubble and red eyes, and the clothes full of alcohol smell, the shape was sharp.

He's not the same as ever.

Normally, Rasheng would choose to make a cup of coffee and then prepare the food.

But today he had a magical idea.

"Knock Knock Knock ......"

There was a knock on the door of Gotham, and several staff members looked a little strange when they saw the person lying against the door.

"Hey, this is Rason."

"The one who killed Salmaroni?"

"How did he end up here?"

Everyone was talking, but no one had the intention of coming forward to arrest this man.

Not because of anything else.

It's that this person really doesn't seem to be dangerous at all.

"Hey, what are you all doing here?"

Gordon walked over with his waist crossed.

Originally, he was supposed to become a wanted criminal because he was framed by the Riddler, but because the Riddler was not blackened, he is still the detective now.

Everyone looked at Luo Sheng at the door.

"You!"

Gordon stepped forward, grabbed Luo Sheng's collar, and looked coldly at this criminal who had tracked down a very good man.

"I ask you! What are you doing here! ”

Luo Sheng looked at Gordon, and a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"I'm sorry, Gordon, I was wrong, I've done so many wrong things so far, I, I've killed a lot of people, I've also, I've killed Theo and his sister."

In the end, Luo Sheng even choked up.

"So, what the hell are you trying to say?"

Gordon didn't think that Rason's expression was showing off or something else, but he really couldn't figure it out now.

A person like that before.

Why did you suddenly start crying and crying so much now?

"I, I'm going to turn myself in, I'm going to atone for everything I've done, you arrest me." Luo Sheng looked desperate, as if he had seen through the red dust.

Gordon grabbed Rasheng like this.

Three minutes passed.

"Hey, Gordon, what are you doing?"

At the gate, Brock walked in with a super large sandwich.

"Keep him in custody for the time being." Gordon threw Rawson to a couple of cops and dragged Bullock into a corner.

"Hey, here's the dress I just bought."

Bullock looked at his crumpled suit that had been crumpled by Gordon and complained depressedly.

Gordon crossed his waist and looked at each other.

Brock took a bite of the sandwich, "Well, what the hell are you trying to say." ”

"That guy just now was Luo Sheng."

"The one who killed Salmaroni and ran away from Arkham and burned a car of cheerleaders?"

Gordon nodded and said, "That's right, but such a person actually ran to our police station just now, crying and begging us to arrest him, and then said that he wanted to atone for what he did, can you believe it?" ”

“what？？”

Bullock was also puzzled.

He is also a native of Gotham, who grew up here and has been a police officer for decades, so he knows these criminals too well.

It can be said that Gotham is completely rotten and filthy.

There was no light in this place, and it was impossible for any criminal to have repentance.

So how he feels when he hears that sentence now.

It's the same as hearing that a rich second generation who is used to playing suddenly plans to change his mind, study hard, find a serious girl, talk about a love for the purpose of marriage, and become polite.

Although not impossible.

But seriously, it's really hard to believe, and of course, this situation is almost 100% impossible in Gotham.

I thought about it for a moment.

Bullock's brain made up a more reliable idea.

"Do you think it has something to do with Arkham Asylum, this place has been going on with some headaches lately?"