Luo Sheng thinks that his cooking skills are already very good.

It can be said that his talent in cooking is stronger than that of many chefs, but the minced meat in this pot is top-notch in terms of taste, aroma, and taste.

He could even predict how business would be if the pot of meat was made into a burger.

But before that, there was a problem.

Who put this bucket of minced meat here?

Could it be Misha?

Luo Sheng walked to the back of the dining car, and Misha was still sleeping well under the shed at this time, without the slightest intention of waking up.

It's not a good habit to lie in bed.

Although he planned to chase Misha, now in Luo Sheng's eyes, Misha is still his own employee, even if it may have made minced meat that is even more delicious than itself.

"Hey, get up!"

Luo Sheng yelled into Misha's ear, and the decibel of that voice might wake up the sensor lights of the entire building from a distance of fifty meters.

Misha's whole body bounced.

When she was woken up, she subconsciously wanted to swear, and then slap the other party, but immediately reacted that the other party was her boss.

"Good morning, boss."

"Earlier, early." Luo Sheng pretended to be a little angry and said, "You really worked hard last night, so busy." ”

"Huh? Did I snore in bed last night? ”

Luo Sheng licked his lips, squatted down and grabbed Misha's face and began to pull hard, pulling the other party's face until it was deformed, and kept muttering while pulling back.

"I'll let you not admit it, I will let you not admit it."

Misha endured it at first, but then she couldn't stand it anymore, so she slapped Luo Sheng's hand away, stared at Luo Sheng, and seemed to be a little angry.

Luo Sheng didn't expect it either.

It's just a little minced meat, and it's so good, why is this little girl so insistent on not admitting it?

"Mr. Rason, I also have human rights! You can't touch me like that. Misha said with a stiff neck.

However, Luo Sheng ignored her at all.

As a person with severe obsessive-compulsive disorder, once Luo Sheng has any problems that he can't figure out, he must figure it out, otherwise he will be uncomfortable.

"You didn't make that bucket of minced meat in the fridge?"

"What minced meat, I don't know how to cook." Misha said honestly.

Luo Sheng was stunned.

He suddenly had the feeling that he was shrouded in some fog.

A bucket of cooked meat inexplicably appeared in his refrigerator, and the method was obviously much better than his own.

Is this something wrong?

It's really unsettling to have the feeling that you can't control things.

"Could it be that someone ran to my refrigerator while I was asleep, which thief would be so boring!" Rasho's head was about to explode.

Misha looked at the expression of her boss in front of him, laughing and crying, looking like a psychotic, and had the urge to leave here quickly and then call the police.

"You go to the kitchen and wait, I'll do something."

After speaking, Luo Sheng rushed into the toilet.

It's still the mirror.

Staring at himself inside, Luo Sheng remembered that he seemed to be a little discordant when he looked at himself in the mirror that day.

According to the plot in Gotham, there is a plot that Rason remembers deeply.

That's also a supervillain.

This guy is Edward Nigma, nicknamed Riddler, about the same level as the Penguin, and has a super high IQ.

Originally, he was an officer of the Gotham Forensic Division, but he split the Riddler personality by killing a person for a woman.

At that time, Luo Sheng thought this was stupid.

If you want to get this kind of problem, you need to die because of such a boring frustration, and it is very difficult for an adult to suffer from this mental illness because of such a boring frustration.

Later, he made up his brain, maybe the Riddler's IQ was too high.

People with high IQs will always think a little more than the average person, and it is possible that there may be serious mental problems.

Of course, this self-consoling reason made Luo Sheng feel a little unacceptable when he saw the finale of the fifth season.

Can ...... now

"I don't really have a split personality, can you tell me, is there really one, who did that pot of minced meat."

One minute.

Two minutes.

Three minutes.

Luo Sheng in the mirror is still the same as him, what one person does, what the other party does, there is no disharmony at all.

A sense of exhaustion spread throughout the body.

He's crazy, he actually looks in the mirror and talks.

Luo Sheng sat on the ground with his ass.

His biggest question now is whether his psychological and mental problems have been affected by Gotham.

I hope the best ending is that I have a bad memory.

"Hee-hee."

Just when Luo Sheng thought that he had made a mistake in judgment, a man's laughter appeared out of nowhere.

"Who!"

Luo Sheng stood up nervously and looked around.

There was no one, and it was very quiet in the dining car, only his self in the mirror was looking at him, and the two seemed to be staring at each other with wide eyes.

Luo Sheng looked in the mirror.

"Are you sure you're still me?" Luo Sheng looked at the person in the mirror and asked, but the other party still learned his movements, and couldn't help but make Luo Sheng sneer, and said, "If you have the ability, you can continue to learn." ”

Luo Sheng was halfway to the side, his left leg was withdrawn, and his right hand was stretched out, and the expression on his face began to gradually develop towards the expression of Hirata Matragi Pingnan.

"I've actually noticed that I'm a character in a novel, and since it's a novel, there shouldn't be any problem with the protagonist's split personality or something, so I'm going to take out a big baby!"

Luo Sheng's smile gradually became obscene, one hand pulled the waistband of his pants, and his right hand gradually stretched out towards a certain place.

The man in the mirror seemed to stiffen.

Luo Sheng was even more unscrupulous, sticking his tongue out of his lips and began to swing up and down, making a strange sound of "hiss".

"Enough!"

"You're insane!"

The shadow in the mirror suddenly began to move, and looking at Luo Sheng's eyes was as if he was looking at a pervert, and he looked very angry.

And Luo Sheng immediately put on a straight face.

"Hehe, you pretend, you continue to pretend, split personality, I can see the person in the mirror talking, don't you think I'm still a psychopath?"

"Yes! Can! ”

The man in the mirror doesn't seem to know how to refute.

Luo Sheng smiled mockingly.

"Well, have an idea to tell me how that bucket of meat in the fridge is." Luo Sheng asked the question he was most concerned about now.

The person in the mirror laughed again when he heard the question.

"Do you want to know, I won't tell you, ahahaha!"

"Oh, yes." Luo Sheng picked his nose nonchalantly and said, "Then I'll throw that big lump at the garbage disposal site next door." ”

"No way!"

The second person pointed at Luo Sheng with red eyes and shouted, "That's the best dish I made!" The best ingredients are used! He deserves to be tasted! Instead of being wasted! ”