Under normal circumstances, how long does it take for a person to be found dead in an insane asylum?

This answer is difficult to define.

From the degree of stink of the corpse, to the person's presence, or the method used by the person who disposed of the corpse.

Let's start analyzing it from here.

Why did Quesus, a moderately well-known figure in Arkham, die for almost a day without being discovered?

Crazy Chef can say.

Red wine, bay leaves, pepper, and salt, combined with special techniques and precise heat, no one can taste the difference between human flesh and beef, or pork.

Luo Sheng doesn't know now.

If Crazy Chef really changed out of an idea that he couldn't realize, then when did he start to be enthusiastic about making human flesh.

"Hi, Mr. Xass."

The crazy chef who was busy in the kitchen was stunned for a moment, and turned his face with a mask, and the crazy chef saw the culprit who sent him here.

Gordon, huh.

The crazy chef didn't look up, just waved his hand, signaling that he was busy, and didn't mean to look up.

Gordon's eyes narrowed.

If he is not mistaken, Luo Sheng, the prisoner, was captured by him with his own hands, and that is an absolute pervert.

He likes to cook people for others to eat.

Arkham was heavily guarded, and if he wasn't mistaken, he must still be in Arkham Asylum.

And for him, the best hidden identity is likely to be a chef.

"I'd like to know who the chef is who can make such a delicious lunch, could you please turn your head?"

When Gordon said this, he was still getting closer step by step, and it seemed that as soon as the other party made any drastic moves, he would do it immediately.

"I don't want to know you."

Luo Sheng suddenly stood up straight and turned his head, Gordon's expression suddenly tensed, and his hand was even on the blast baton on his waist.

"Questions?" Luo Sheng asked.

Gordon frowned for a moment, then a smile appeared on his face and said, "No problem, nice to meet you." ”

"I still have to work."

"Okay, don't bother."

With an embarrassed smile, Gordon exited the kitchen and closed the door, his face full of gloom.

"Could it be that I'm thinking too much?"

The person who turned his head just now was clearly a stranger, and he didn't have the slightest resemblance to Luo Sheng.

Sighing helplessly.

Gordon left the cafeteria and continued his job as a security guard.

And he didn't know it.

Shortly after he left, the Quesus, who was completely different from Ro's growth, ripped the skin off his body.

I've been wearing it for too long, and it's a little loose......

……

Night.

It made all the patients tremble, and it completely demonstrated that Arkham was a more inhumane place than the Black Gate.

Electrocution chamber.

There are currently two rooms in Arkham where patients are electrocuted.

One is a converted operating room from old Arkham, but after the renovation, it was abandoned into a warehouse, and another is Hugo Strange's newly built electrotherapy room.

That's right, the feature is the electrotherapy room.

Electrotherapy, electrocution, two completely different things, just like an unknown creature surnamed Yang, has always emphasized that one is treatment and the other is criminal law, which are fundamentally two things.

But in reality, it is all about letting an electric current pass through the human body and causing unbearable pain, and there is no difference in nature.

And today.

The door of the old electrocution chamber, which had not been opened for a long time, was opened, and it was an old man with eyes and gray hair.

Jack Gruber.

Committed a large number of violent cases, including rape, robbery, assault on others, and was judged as a Class A antisocial criminal.

At this time, he was dragging a large man on the ground.

Although this person is not as good as throwing Luo Sheng into a basketball trick, he is also the kind of person who can screw off other people's heads casually.

After dragging the other party to the electric torture chair, Jack began to operate some machines in full swing.

This is his experiment.

By directly stimulating a person's prefrontal lobe with electricity, it is easy to transform a person into a slave who listens to him.

"OK, OK, come on, my dear slave."

Gruber smiled excitedly and picked up two needles wrapped around the thread in his hand.

This needs to be poked directly into the other person's brain.

"So, you just can't."

"Who!"

At this moment, a person appeared at the gate, startling the needle in Gruber's hand and falling directly to the ground.

"Calm, calm, I'm just a passing chef."

In the darkness, the figure of the man appeared.

The man was dressed in Chef Arkham's culinary suit, with wrinkled skin on his face and a huge boning knife in his hand, large enough to chop off a person's head with a single slash.

"Cook?" Gruber frowned, not quite understanding.

"Aha! Therefore, a third-rate character is a third-rate character, and the controller actually has to be shocked, and even the mad hat can't be compared. ”

Step by step, the man stepped forward.

Grubber took several steps back.

I don't know why, even a person like him, who has committed many crimes, is actually a little scared in the face of this wrinkled-skinned guy at the moment.

But then he felt that this seemed to be a shame, and he tried to put on a calm appearance, and said, "This gentleman, you seem to have some disrespect for me. ”

"Oh, I like to respect food, do you want to try it, I can make you lunch the next day."

A drop of cold sweat ran down his forehead.

"No, no, do you have something?"

"Nothing major." The man looked up, and the skin on his eyes had blocked his eyes a little, and the whole person looked like a corpse with separate skin and flesh.

Grubber kept his luck trying to calm himself down.

"All I need is for you to cause a small blackout on the day you go out." Said as if someone was chatting.

"Blackout?"

Grubber subconsciously thought of the word jailbreak, but how did he know that he knew he knew so much about circuits?

"Tut-tut."

The person who came stretched out a finger, shook it in front of Gruber, and said, "Mr. Electrocutor, don't think too much, I'm not here to solve your questions, I'm just here to make a choice for you, the first is to help me, and the second is to be made by me for tomorrow's lunch." ”

What kind of choice is this......

The electrocuted man thought very depressed in his heart.

And why does this person keep emphasizing lunch, is it difficult to ......

Thinking of that possibility, Gruber suddenly felt a wave of nausea, and it took a long time to control the food that came to his throat.

"Huh? What are you spitting up, isn't today's lunch delicious? ”

"Fack! Are you crazy! The question is whether it is good or not! Gruber finally couldn't help it, raised his head and yelled at Luo Sheng, but then remembered what he was doing and quickly covered his mouth.