Misha in the kitchen screamed.

Luo Sheng was looking at the scenery, completely ignoring the call of his girlfriend.

It wasn't until the other party's voice died down that he lazily got up from his chair.

It's really not that Luo Sheng doesn't care about Misha's cultivation object, it's really that Misha's wonderful history is too much.

Just yesterday, Luo Sheng remembered it very clearly.

He was beating eggs.

I wanted to make a little casual at night, a bacon scrambled egg, but I didn't expect that the egg had just been beaten, and before he could light the stove, the bathroom over there screamed.

A large pot of egg wash was all gone after being scared like this.

Luo Sheng didn't think about wasting it at that time, and rushed to the bathroom in a hurry.

As a result, because the hot water ran out, the bath suddenly turned into cold water, and she screamed as if Sadako had crawled out of the TV series for such a big thing.

It was so dangerous, and Luo Sheng held back at that time.

Otherwise, he will have to change to a new future love partner.

"What's the matter, do you see cockroaches?"

Luo Sheng walked into the kitchen in a casual tone, saw Misha standing stiffly in the corner, and patted the other party on the shoulder.

Misha didn't move.

Her eyes were as if she had seen something that terrified her terribly, and even Rasen's presence could not make her react in any way.

"What's the matter, this is."

"Hands, fingers."

Misha said breathlessly, her chest rising and falling, as if her heart was about to jump out.

Finger?

Luo Sheng's brows furrowed.

A bad thought appeared in his mind, and his right hand was placed on his waist, trying to do something.

on the floor in front.

A finger with slightly brown skin was sitting there, slightly rotten, and there were some tooth marks, presumably from the bite of a mouse.

Luo Sheng remembers it very clearly.

When he finished dealing with Otto, he was indeed missing something.

I thought I was mistaken, but I didn't expect it to fall into a corner, and now it's even taken out by a damn mouse.

"Oops, I've been discovered."

At this moment, behind Luo Sheng, a hand was placed on his shoulder.

Luo Sheng's expression was as usual, he knew who it was.

"Hehe, what's the matter, it's been discovered, if it's accused, you may be locked up in prison for the rest of your life, do you want me to help you."

The mad cook's tone was seductive.

If the average person commits such a sin and is discovered, there is a good chance that the pores will start to sweat and the mouth will be dry and nervous.

There is another such person who says that he will help you, and nine times out of ten he will directly agree.

However, Luo Sheng ignored the other party.

Calmly walked over, picked up the finger, looked at it very carefully, and then pinched it.

Misha's breathing was about to stop.

Why is his boss so calm when he can hold a person's finger?

And at this most tense time, Luo Sheng breathed a sigh of relief.

"Whew~, scare me, what a finger." Luo Sheng complained and threw the thing directly into the trash, and said very unhappily: "That's a sausage that is about to stink, don't always make a fuss." ”

"Well, yes, is it a sausage?"

"Otherwise, what else could it be." Luo Sheng's tone of course made Misha a little confused.

She wasn't sure if it was a finger or something.

It's just that the first impression is a bit like it, and I subconsciously think it's a finger, but if you think about it, in a food truck that used to sell hot dogs, isn't it more likely that the sausage is more likely than the finger?

Luo Sheng sighed, seemed disappointed, turned around and walked back into the room.

Misha felt a little aggrieved.

How could she have thought of sausages as fingers?

However, Luo Sheng, who was still showing my grief, immediately put his hands on the cutting board after returning to the kitchen.

His fists were clenched, and he seemed to be holding back hard.

"This, this little girl is too easy to deceive."

Luo Sheng tried his best to hold back his laughter.

He was afraid that Misha would hear him, so he lured the other party over.

However, Misha didn't come out, but the crazy chef ran out in a flash, his expression full of disdain.

"Hehe, sausage, such, she actually believes it."

"? Hehe. ”

Luo Sheng sat on the recliner, picked up a piece of lettuce and took a bite, moved his fingers triumphantly, and mocked: "You don't have to kill or be rough in everything, that's why you can't play with me." ”

"I can't play with you!"

The crazy chef suddenly roared, and the whole person lay on top of Luo Sheng.

Those red eyes stared at Luo Sheng like this, full of chaos and madness, as if they would sink deep into it as long as they looked at it, and they couldn't extricate themselves.

"Huh! You are such a cowardly and timid person, and you actually say that I can't play you? ”

"What, you say I'm cowardly and timid, ahahahaha!"

Luo Sheng seemed to have heard some big joke, and his smile was even a little crazier than that of the crazy cook.

"What are you laughing at! How else would I have appeared! The mad chef roared loudly.

This time, Luo Sheng didn't make an indifferent or calm appearance, but stood up directly, walked over step by step, and forced the crazy kitchen into a corner.

His eyes were still black.

But it's weird, it's very weird, it's like a ghost hiding in a dark room, staring at you all the time.

"You, what do you want to do!"

"Hehe, what do you say, what do you think I want to do?" Luo Sheng sneered and said, "Aren't you curious if I have played with you, do you want to try it?" ”

"Oh, really?"

Crazy Chef also became interested, "How do you want to try?" ”

……

Night.

In front of a tent at Cirque du Soleil.

A red-haired boy in a coat is reading a book on philosophy.

His name is Jerome Valeska.

Born in the circus since childhood.

His mother was a snake dancer who performed interspersed with time, while his father ......

Hehe, if you mean a man who has sex with his mother, then maybe the whole circus of fifteen people over the age of fifteen can be his father.

"Hey, Jerome, what are you doing?"

In the tent on one side, a man with oil paint on his face approached and grinned and talked to Jerome.

Jerome gave the other a very cold look.

"My mom is in there, but he seems to be chatting with the trapeze today, so you might have to wait a while."

"Okay, of course, uh."

A column of blood spurted into Jerome's face, completely froze Jerome, who was still reading.

The man in front of him with oil paint on his face clutched his neck in pain and fell to the ground, making a "ho-ho" sound in his trachea because he was choking on blood.

Under the rainbow lights around.

The man was dressed in an overcoat and looked at him with a pair of red eyes.

"Hi Jerome."