"Hey, Brock, don't do that, Gordon got it right this time." The superintendent warned with his hands on his chest.

"Yes, I know, I wish he hadn't said it right." Brock turned his head irritably.

Gordon also knew what Bullock meant.

My colleague worries about getting into trouble all day.

"I think they were killed, most likely the recent Arkham Act, and the killer could be someone from Salmaroni or Falcone."

"Falcone, Maroni."

The superintendent nodded.

"Very good, now that you have a clue, let's solve it as soon as possible."

"What!" Gordon seemed to want to say something, but the superintendent was already far away.

"Hey, two, there's a big discovery."

At this moment, a man burst out from behind the two, wearing glasses and a gray coat, it was none other than Edward Nygma.

"We found a special metal needle transmitter on one of the corpses, and asked, what does that mean?" Ed looked at the two of them expectantly.

Gordon:(눈_눈)

Bullock: (#゚Д゚)

"Oh, okay." Ed scratched his head boringly and said, "This is the weapon used to murder the first two councillors." ”

"You mean, one of the charred corpses is the killer who killed the first two councillors, so is it a third party other than Salmaroni and Falcone?" Gordon asked with a sloppy look on his face.

It's not really that he's making a fuss.

A Salmaroni and a Roman were already in trouble.

After all, both of them are big guys who cover the sky with one hand.

If another-stirring stick comes in, I'm afraid this matter will never be understood.

"Nope." Ed retorted directly, saying: "In fact, according to the results of the autopsy, the murder methods of these two people are not the same, one of them was burned to death very decisively after being stunned, while the other should have been tortured by the other party for a long time." ”

“what？” Brock took a step forward and said, "This little genius, you mean one person, killed two people in two different ways, this is impossible, no one is so boring!" ”

Gordon blocked the more agitated Bullock.

"The key now is that we need to find out who the people who killed the parliamentarians and the killers were." Gordon said earnestly.

……

"Uh-uh......-uh

Inside the dining car.

Misha stood aside with a large pot of vegetable salad and looked at her boss lying on the chair.

I don't know what's going on.

Ever since he came back last night, Luo Sheng had been sitting on that recliner and making some very strange noises.

To be honest, if Misha wasn't from Gotham, he would have wanted to find a mage to come over and help Luo Sheng exorcise evil spirits.

As everyone knows, now Luo Sheng has not eased up a little.

The feeling of last night was so impactful.

He was still pressed under the killer, but suddenly an inexplicable impulse came up to kill the other party, and even took a bucket to burn the other party.

"Ahaha, what's the matter, you haven't recovered yet?" The crazy chef's trademark smirk sounded, and Luo Sheng couldn't help but hold his forehead.

"What the hell did you do last night?"

"What did I do? I'm just stuffing a part of me into your body. ”

"What!" Luo Sheng roared in surprise: "How can you say such vague and bad information!" ”

"What bad obscure information! Ahhh You filthy-minded pervert! The mad chef yelled.

Luo Sheng didn't care about buttoning his nose.

He was about to suspect that he was a second personality, and this guy was just like a pure-minded teenager.

"Okay, okay, stop screaming." Luo Sheng reluctantly took a sip of the black coffee placed on the cutting board, and said with a tired face: "I want to know now, what do you mean by stuffing a part into my body just now?" ”

"Hey, hey, do you want to know?"

"I don't want to know, you can get out." Luo Sheng took a sip of coffee impatiently.

"Hey! Don't do that! The crazy chef yelled in Luo Sheng's head, making Luo Sheng want to shoot himself in the head.

He still doesn't know why he has a split personality.

He had watched several similar TV series before.

Isn't it true that a split personality is like this when you were abused as a child, or if you have received a serious blow?

In fact, according to the conditions of normal split personality, Luo Sheng's classmates and neighbors when he was a child are more likely to have split personalities.

When he was a child, Luo Sheng's personality was still very bad.

When he was in school, Luo Sheng was bullied on campus.

At that time, he may have been handsome, and he didn't listen to lectures in class all day, he just walked around with this recipe all day long, and he could win the first place in the whole grade every time.

At that time, a group of adolescent and hormone-overloaded men blocked him in a corner, poured water on his head, and slapped him.

Luo Sheng didn't cry at the time, and he wasn't autistic or depressed like most people.

Of course, it is even more impossible to tell the teacher or use the power of his own family to do something to these people.

He only used his pocket money to buy the canteen, and used a completely legal method to make a few dishes with all the colors and flavors for their lunch.

Foods can be mutually reinforcing.

As for which ingredients can be put together and which ones can't be put together, Luo Sheng knew it when he was seven years old.

After that, those guys had their stomachs stretched for three days.

And Luo Sheng was completely turned on Pandora, and used the people around him as guinea pigs for all kinds of cooking.

Luo Sheng, who was originally a well-behaved student in the eyes of the teacher, completely became a vegetable maniac because of this incident.

Because of this thing.

In school, it was once popular to eat instant noodles, whether it was the cafeteria or the surrounding small restaurants, it was bought by Luo Sheng.

"Alas, now that I think about it, it's really nostalgic." Luo Sheng held the coffee and said very nostalgically.

"What are you missing?"

Just when Luo Sheng was immersed in the memories of the past and couldn't extricate himself, he met a pair of red eyes.

"No, it won't."

Luo Sheng squinted, looking at the person in front of him who looked exactly like himself, but knew that his nerves were not normal just by looking at it with his eyes, and felt that his stomach hurt a little again.

"Hey! What are you missing! Hurry up and tell me! The mad chef screamed again, like a little kid who hadn't grown up.

"It's none of your business."

It's supposed to be an illusion, it's definitely an illusion......

Has my illness reached this serious level?

Luo Sheng stood up, depressed and planning to make a banana pancake to eat, to alleviate his horror of seeing his second personality.