"That fat man's strength is too great!"

The voice of the crazy cook's indignation to the extreme sounded in Luo Sheng's head out of thin air, making Luo Sheng pout.

Sure enough, this guy made it look like I had a plan, but in the end, it didn't fail because of such a stupid mistake.

Holding the bone, Luo Sheng sat on the bed behind him, grabbed and shook his two fingers and asked, "How is it, are you interested in explaining." ”

"Aha! You're really smart! Knowing that I want this bone to be useful! If I wake up and don't see this bone, I'm afraid I'll have to think about snatching my body away! ”

For this threat, Luo Sheng just rolled his eyes.

How to say it.

When he heard this, it was like an otaku who only knew how to play games, never exercised, and had a thin body facing a fitness coach.

Suppose that the relationship between the two is completely equal, and the otaku says to the man, "If you don't do what I want, I'll beat you up." ”

It can't be done in the first place, so what's the point of threatening.

The crazy chef didn't care about Luo Sheng's ridicule of his IQ, and said, "Bone, this is a great thing, just like this chicken bone, the two ends are soft, but the middle is very hard. ”

"You won't be wanting ......"

Luo Sheng thought of a very strange picture.

"That's right! Cut off both sides and deal with it, this bone can easily pierce a person's neck! ”

"Uh, yes, yes, that's it, that's what I thought." Luo Sheng nodded firmly.

He would never admit that he had just thought of something.

The crazy chef didn't see what Luo Sheng was thinking, he was studying the chicken bone very seriously at this time.

Time, 11:50 p.m.

Quesus was lying in a recliner with his eyes closed.

On one side is a glass of poured whiskey with a few pieces of ice in it.

The chef of Arkham Asylum was lying in a chair, listening to a song on a record.

No way, he definitely needs a strong heart and adaptability to work in Arkham, otherwise he will be annoyed to death by those nasty psychosis in less than three days.

So, listening to music has become a great hobby.

"Knock knock~"

There was a knock on the door to the room, and Quesas frowned, obviously disturbed and feeling a little upset.

"Knock knock." There was another knock on the door.

"Coming, coming, who." Quesas got up irritably and walked to the door.

If the other party is an inconsequential person, he must scold this person well.

Thinking so, Quesus unscrewed the doorknob.

The door opens.

There was nothing outside, and it was quiet like another world.

"Hello, anyone?"

Quesas walked out of the door, looked through the corridors on both sides, but saw nothing, and couldn't help but feel a little chilly behind him.

"Anyone! No one's words! I'll go back. ”

The hallway was still empty, and the only sound was from what Quesas had just spoken.

Quesus swallowed.

Okay, there's no one outside, and he can go back now.

With that in mind, Quesus turned and walked briskly back to his room.

But at this moment, suddenly a not very strong arm strangled him, and before he could react, a sharp pain in his neck irritated his whole body.

In the darkness, the row of teeth filled with cold light was like a wild beast.

"Hello, Mr. Chef, your dinner today is really hard to eat." The man's voice rang in his ears, and Xus couldn't do anything else.

The next day.

"Hmm~, today's lunch tastes great."

Inside the office.

Dr. Hugo ate his lunch from the cafeteria, satisfied.

He really doesn't have a strong appetite, so he always eats the food given by Arkham's internal cafeteria.

The cook's name seems to be Quesus.

The craftsmanship is average, and the salary is also very high.

But it can't be helped, after all, most normal chefs don't want to work in a place like Arkham.

"Dr. Hugo! Something's wrong! ”

Just as Hugo Strange was enjoying his rare leisure, a panicked guard suddenly rushed in at the door.

Hugo put his hands in front of his chin.

"Oh~, you can slowly say, what's going on~"

The guards tried to calm themselves down, after all, losing a prisoner is not a trivial matter.

"Professor Hugo, we found that the murderer named Luo Sheng was missing, and the door was broken, and it didn't look like it was violently destroyed."

Hearing this, Hugo's eyes narrowed.

Rason.

He was very impressed by this person, because this was one of the few people who made mistakes in intelligence, it was not like a high-IQ criminal, but just a simple neurosis.

But this neuropathy actually ran away?

"Notify the Gotham police~ and have them come over to investigate this matter." Hugo issued the order.

……

The mad chef escaped.

This incident almost shocked half of Gotham City, after all, even in a place like Gotham, it is rare to be able to make people into dishes and sell them to other customers.

Today's Arkham Asylum is as harmonious as ever.

The staff of the cafeteria filled the food one by one for the entire Arkham patients, and it was very strange that today's lunch was stewed meat, and compared to the previous inferior stew, this time the stew was very tasty.

The taste is crispy and just right, not salty or light, with a hint of onion sweetness, which makes people appetize.

But even so, in a certain corner, there is a person who has no heart to eat.

Jim Gordon.

It was his first day in Arkham.

Some people may wonder why Jim Gordon, a police detective, would somehow run into a madhouse to work as a guard.

Is this a new division of occupations?

The answer, of course, was yes, he was demoted to Arkham's full-time security guard.

And the specific reason is not because of any violation of the rules, but because of his upright personality, he offended people again, and it was not a police chief, but directly scolded a wave of mayors.

So, in the afternoon of the same day, the mayor hired Gordon to Arkham as a security guard, and announced that the Arkham Monatic Asylum would officially cancel the possibility of becoming a mental hospital from that day onwards, and turn it into a lunatic asylum for criminals with mental problems.

"Hey, don't move, everybody! GCPD！ ”

Just then, a squad of police officers walked in.

Gordon saw a few familiar faces, put down his plate and walked up.

"Hey, what's going on?" Gordon asked.

"It's none of your business, Mr. Security." The person said lightly.

Gordon also knew that there were few people in the entire police department who liked him, so he didn't ask much, just stepped aside.