At this time.

Rassen had returned to the warehouse where Fishmooney was hiding.

A bunch of people outside were already seething.

There was a lot of smashing on the road, and everyone was so excited that it was as if they had taken a stimulant.

But in fact, the thing in their bodies is actually much stronger than stimulants.

Of course.

These things have nothing to do with Luo Sheng.

Luo Sheng is not a superhero either, and he doesn't care at all how many people have died in this riot outside.

Gotham City's future is also because of Gordon, as he sees it twelve years later.

So, he plans to kill Gordon and then try to contribute to the formation of Batman.

The Riddler is gone.

Because of the relationship between eating reverse, this guy is now bad to the bone.

As for Corbett, as long as Gordon doesn't do anything to him, there are basically few things that can do anything to him in Gotham.

"Hey."

At a table in the warehouse, Misha, wearing an overcoat, saw Luo Sheng come in, and called casually.

"Well, what's the matter?"

"It's nothing, I just wanted to talk to you, Mr. Echizen Ryoma." Misha said.

Luo Sheng licked his lips subconsciously.

He still feels a subtle pain when he hears the name Echizen Ryoma now, but this is also his own choice, and it is difficult to say anything.

Putting down the things he bought, Luo Sheng sat opposite Misha, put his hands on his knees, "What do you want to talk about, say it." ”

Misha nodded.

"You know Crazy Cook, don't you?"

"That's right."

Hearing these two words, Misha suddenly became excited, and grabbed Luo Sheng's arm, "Can you tell me where he is now." ”

Rasheng was amused by Misha's reaction.

I didn't expect that I, the former waitress, would think of myself like this, but why did he feel like something weird?

"Well, do you know him?" Luo Sheng pretended to be unintentional and asked.

"Huh." Misha leaned back, leaning back in her chair, her expression becoming a little tired, "He killed me." ”

"What!"

Luo Sheng's voice suddenly rose several degrees, making Misha look confused.

"So?"

"Ahem, it's nothing, it's, that." After struggling for a long time, Luo Sheng asked, "How do you think that he killed you, will there be any hidden secrets?" ”

Misha listened, with a hint of bitterness in her expression.

"He told me in person, do you think there will be a secret?"

As Misha's words came out, the memories after fusing with the crazy cook entered his brain frantically and violently, making Luo Sheng really want to pull that bastard out of his body and smash him.

Does he have to find something for himself?

Rason wanted to explain.

But then I thought about it, but I still chose to be silent.

He doesn't look like the same as before anyway, and maybe he can take this opportunity to start his life again.

Break back the timeline of Gotham.

Then opened the restaurant for the third time.

This time, you don't have to hug your thighs, and you don't have to engage in those who don't, but you can rely on yourself and principle all the dangerous elements.

And at this time.

Arkham Asylum.

Edward Nigma sat in the prison cell, surrounded by a group of madmen who had been noisy but had become so amiable because of his few words that he seemed to be very comfortable with manipulating their minds.

"Nigma, someone wants to see you."

The guard of the prison district waved his stick at Ed at the gate.

The Riddler's eyes narrowed.

Who will come to him?

Walking to the meeting room, Gordon was wearing a modest striped suit, the corners of his mouth slightly curled, and he looked at him with a relaxed expression.

"Isn't this Detective Gordon?" Nigma smiled and sat down opposite, crossed Erlang's legs, and said, "How is it, do you want to come in and see how the prisoner who was arrested by his own hands is doing?" ”

Gordon tilted, the corners of his mouth curled, revealing an evil smile.

Of course, the evil smile on his resolute and cold face was really not very good-looking, as if Jerome's soul had been forced into this body, giving people a feeling of discomfort.

"Hehe, I'm not that elegant." Gordon put his hands in front of him and looked at Edward Nigma with a smile on his face.

"But I'm really worried about you, the prisoner I arrested."

Jim Gordon looked at the Riddler as if he were looking at a poor worm, "You should know that you captured our dear Lord Mayor's mother and ended up killing her, hehe, our Lord Mayor seems to want you dead." ”

The Riddler's expression changed suddenly.

"I didn't kill that woman at all."

"I know." Gordon leaned back and said in an indifferent tone: "But do you think Mr. Copot cares about that, he just wants you to die, of course, I may offer you a bouquet of flowers on the Qingming Festival in the future." ”

When the Riddler heard this, he instantly understood something.

"Looks like Detective Gordon has given me something to keep me going."

"Haha, yes, worthy of the Riddler, very smart." Gordon clapped his hands, stood up, approached Eddard, and looked at Ed with a pair of eyes that had been stained with some evil, "How about it, and I don't have any intentions, use your smart brain, help me think of something." ”

The two looked at each other and smiled weirdly at each other.