The black female nurse didn't yell immediately, she was still so calm, but the cold sweat on her forehead somewhat exposed her nervousness.

"Well, lady, you seem nervous."

"You, you don't have amnesia." The nurse said.

"No, I have amnesia." Luo Sheng smiled and said, "I came here to do these things just because I hated that you treated my friend like this." ”

As he spoke, Rason reached out and untied Colbert's restraint belt.

Rason's action made the penguin man almost cry until he convulsed, and Copote felt that no one could understand how he was feeling right now.

He thought he was only one person.

But he's still there!

This man who he thought was dead is still alive, and he came to help him when he was most helpless!

"Luo Sheng, Luo Sheng."

The penguin looked at Luo Sheng and smiled, and there was bitterness and expectation in that smile, which made Luo Sheng also a little in a trance.

He had always thought of the penguin man as an object to cling to, but the other party seemed to really regard him as a friend.

"Hehe, let's go."

As soon as Rasho exerted his hand, the nurse who had terrified all Arkham patients died immediately.

……

A week later.

Alley mouth in Gotham City.

The fat guy in the dining car is making a hot dog.

His level is very average, but he is more realistic, and he is more cheerful, so his business is barely passable.

Spread the lettuce in bread, put a sausage, squeeze a portion of the tomato sauce and add a portion of the toppings.

"Perfect!" The fat man took a bite with a grin, his expression intoxicated.

"Bang!"

At that moment, the door of the dining car was kicked open, and a man with a large pile of gauze wrapped around his face walked in.

"Hmm."

For such an inexplicable person, rushing into his dining car, Fat Quill's first reaction was to pick up his own.

Apron?

"Woo-woo?"

"I, what are you going to do?" Quill said nervously.

But to be honest, even if the other party is going to do something, Quill doesn't know how he is going to fight back with this fast apron.

The other party does not seem to have malicious intent.

just rolled his eyes at the big man with the apron, and then walked to the frying oven very calmly, picked up the shovel, and began to operate quickly.

Quill sneaked a look.

The other party opened the refrigerator, took out the ingredients he was going to make lunch, and after a brief process, he made a chicken thigh, and finally took out a bag of powder from his pocket and sprinkled it.

"Huh!"

An explosive aroma filled the entire dining car, frantically stimulating Quill's saliva production.

The other man handed the chicken thigh to Quill.

Then he picked up another piece of paper, wrote a few words, and handed it to the fat man.

Quill cautiously took the paper and glanced at it, which read, "I'm here to apply to be a chef." ”。

Quill's expression suddenly became complicated.

It turned out that the other party was looking for a job after a long time, but what the hell is this menacing and robbery?

"Ahem, that, young man, I'm a small business here, and I don't need to hire a chef." Quill politely declined.

Joke.

His current business, even if it is difficult to support himself, if he wants another person, it will not become a loss-making business.

The other party couldn't speak, so he wrote another piece of paper to him.

"I can multiply your turnover tenfold."

Quell's eyes widened, his face bewildered.

"But, but I don't have that much pay for you for the first month."

On paper: "Don't get a salary, earn, the net profit is fifty percent." ”

"No, it won't! You want so much! ”

Quill's reaction was just a natural reaction from the Gothams, but he didn't really think there was anything wrong with it.

Sure enough, the other party wrote another piece of paper.

"More than you used to make."

Quill hesitated for a fraction of a second, well, in fact, he didn't even think about it and just agreed.

The two shook hands and reached a consensus.

In fact, no one would agree to such a situation, and it can only be said that Quell's personality is more ......, wonderful?

But come to think of it, Quill's character shouldn't fit the main style of Gotham in a sense.

Oh yes.

Speaking of which, most people may probably guess who this person with gauze all over his face is.

That's right.

He is Rason.

Perhaps since Luo Sheng left with the Penguin people from Arkham, most people think that with the remaining power of the Penguin people, as well as Luo Sheng's perverted force, he should be able to dominate Gotham and be invincible in the world.

Of course, this is also in line with the routine of the average hot-blooded protagonist.

However, it is a pity that Luo Sheng's standard template is not a hot-blooded blackened boss, but a salted fish cleanliness chef.

Even if it has reached this stage.

He hasn't given up on his dream of becoming an ordinary person.

So, Luo Sheng made a decision.

Facelift, name change.

Luo Sheng changed his name to Tang Ying, and completely changed the face of the mixed-race child to the appearance of an Asian.

The penguin people heard about Luo Sheng's decision, and although they couldn't understand it, they also said that as long as it was Luo Sheng's decision, he would support it.

Copote is now the last person who can speak to Luo Sheng, and he supports it, so Luo Sheng will do it.

And Luo Sheng also found that Copote seems to have been partially affected by Hugo's electrotherapy, and it is not as extreme as before.

It seems that everything is going in a good direction.

However, there is a question that still lingers in Luo Sheng's heart......

Leke Hanmo.

Profession is a psychiatrist.

Today he's sitting in a brand new office with a sexy girl in her early twenties at the front desk.

He was very happy today.

How to say it.

He had previously received a guest named Rasen, a pervert with the urge to cut off someone's head.

Although Lake was scared at the time, because of his professional habits, he was able to let the other party buy a lot of medicine.

But then something happened!

A newspaper to log in.

Luo Sheng, crazy cook, cannibalism, escape

Seeing these words, Lake was wet from underwear to shirt at that time, and immediately, spent a lot of money to change places, change offices, and run away.

"It's safe now." Lake sipping coffee in his office.

"Doctor~, the guest who made an appointment in the afternoon is here."

The hot sexy receptionist walked into the psychiatrist's office and gave Lake a wink, looking at Lake's heart, but on the surface he was still serious.

"Ahem, let him in."

"Okay."

The nurse smiled again, almost hooking off Han Mo's soul, and even wiped the saliva from the corner of her mouth.

"Knock knock."

There was a knock on the door, and Lake hurriedly straightened his image and made himself look like that successful person.

"Come in."

"Hello, doctor."

The door opened, and the patient walked in and sat down on the couch in front of Lake, who for some reason felt a little cool behind him.