Arkham Asylum.

The previous description of this hospital is in chapter 28, so I won't continue to talk nonsense about the number of words.

In short, after the death of the MP, the proposed demolition of the hospital was cancelled and replaced by renovation.

That's right!

Thorough renovation! Reopen the madhouse for mentally disturbed criminals.

Of course, this is just what the newspapers say, and as for what is the situation of this so-called renovated perfect madhouse now, Luo Sheng is the person who has the most right to speak.

He's in this madhouse right now.

If anything, there is a difference between this place and the last time he came here to dig a hole.

The light bulb in the toilet can be turned on.

Other?

Oh, it's a little dirtier here than it used to be, isn't that a difference?

Of course, these things are nothing inconsequential to Luo Sheng.

It's been nearly two weeks since Maroni was last stabbed into a hornet's nest.

Everything is so harmonious.

"Goo, goo, goo, goo,"

In the prison area, Luo Sheng was holding his chin with one hand, staring at the dead fish and looking at the guy in front of him.

The other party has been squatting in front of him like this for three days.

At first, Luo Sheng thought that this guy was some kind of prison philosopher, and he came to discuss topics such as the growth of chrysanthemums with him, but later he found out through the conversation of the prison guards.

The reason why this guy squatted in his chair all day and made cooing noises was because he thought he was a pigeon.

And this pigeon dude, who suddenly became ill in the Gotham library, bit down on a certain man's body that looked like a bug (I'm talking about his fingers), and bit it off directly.

After that, he could only coo in Arkham.

"Mr. Rason, what are you doing?"

"Look at the pigeons."

The female nurse standing next to Luo Sheng glanced at the man who was squatting in front of Luo Sheng, and narrowed her eyes.

"You may consider stopping to see this pigeon for a moment, Dr. Hugo wants to see you."

"Hugo?"

Luo Sheng turned his head, saw the face of the person who called him clearly, and instantly narrowed his eyes.

This man he remembers.

There are many villains in Gotham City, and the most famous ones aside, one of them has a deep memory for Rasen.

This man's name is Hugo Strange.

This person wears a pair of red disc glasses all the year round, has a bald head, has a beard that has no touch of sex appeal at all, and speaks in a tone that is eccentric.

Of course, this is not the key to Rason's memory of this person.

The main thing is that this person is simply a hanger.

Human death is an irreversible thing, but in front of Hugo, death is a joke.

Unless it's a hit in the head, two clicks of electricity will give you a chance to come back to life.

He resurrected Fishmooney, Firefly, Theo, Riddler, and Leslie, and incidentally turned the evil Penguin into a good baby in the second season.

Could it be that this guy wants to do something to himself?

Thinking so, Luo Sheng didn't run away or yell, after all, it's really useless to do this.

So he stood up very calmly.

"Let's go."

"Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Rason."

The female nurse also showed a hypocritical smile and walked out of the prison with Luo Sheng.

In front of a certain office.

Rasheng was grabbed by the arm by two strong nurses, waiting for the last person in the office to see Hugo Strange to come out.

Luo Sheng was also observing this office during this time.

Don't overthink it, he didn't just look for an opportunity to suddenly kill the two nurses, and then use something like a tree branch to kill him, and finally escape.

The reason why he observes his surroundings is just because.

He's, very, idle.

"Wow, wow, there's a mosquito flying over there." Luo Sheng said something very stupid with an expressionless face.

Of course, this statement did not resonate or conform to anything.

The black female nurse didn't say that both nurses had been working in Arkham for so long, and their immunity to madmen had become abnormal.

Last week they saw a man wet toilet paper with saliva, pile them up into small figures, and then use those little people to perform a play on the toilet floor.

In comparison, Luo Sheng is too normal.

"Squeak~" Five minutes later, the door was opened, and the patient was smiling, as if he had just purified his mind and washed his whole person.

And at the door, Hugo Strange was standing there, "Monsieur Mock, very good, remember, don't get entangled in those boring things." ”

"Thank you very much, Dr. Hugo." The patient excitedly stepped forward to shake Hugo's hand.

Luo Sheng watched from the side, not knowing what to say, how did he feel that this picture was very similar to those dead salesmen on TV communicating with the old man who said that he had eaten something and that "his back was not sore, and his legs were no longer painful".

"Alright, it's your turn next, Mr. Rason." Hugo Strange's red lenses are reflective, adding a bit of mystery to this bald head.

Walking into the office, Hugo Strange gestured to the seat in front of the desk.

"Please."

Without waiting for Hugo Strange to finish speaking, Luo Sheng sat on the seat, crossed his legs and didn't say anything, and stared at the dead fish, looking like he was going to sleep or not.

Hugo didn't mind either.

"How's it going~, Mr. Luo Sheng, how are you adapting during this time?"

"If I say I'm not adapting well, will you let me out?"

"Hmm~, I want to remind you, Mr. Rason, you have S-class antisocial tendencies, you will poke a person with holes all over your body, and you can't be released until you are sure that you have really been treated."

Luo Sheng snorted.

Picking up the cup on the table, I wanted to pour myself some coffee to drink, but it turned out to be black tea, and the smile on my face disappeared directly.

"Mr. Hugo." Luo Sheng put his hand on his chin, and his faces were expressionless on both sides, "Actually, you can directly tell me what to do, I don't want to go out, there is food, drink, sleep, and pigeons to watch, which is actually quite good, so I will answer truthfully whatever you say." ”

Hugo nodded.

"Hmm~, that's good, I want to ask you a question, Mr. Rason."

"Excuse me."

"Have you ever regretted it?" Hugo asked, squinting, as if the question was critical.

"Regrets?" Luo Sheng sighed, looking very depressed, "I really regret it, I should have eaten that chicken leg earlier, but it was actually snatched away by the guy next door who thought he was a werewolf." ”

Luo Sheng didn't notice that the corners of Hugo's mouth twitched inadvertently.

"Ahem." Hugo took a sip of black tea and said, "I mean, do you regret killing Salmaroni?" ”

As soon as these words came out, Luo Sheng laughed again.

This time he was no longer lazy, nor was he the paralyzed face, but looked at Hugo with a pair of eyes full of cold light.

"I really regret it, Maroni's fat liver, it should taste very good......"

Hugo: "......"