In a circus tent.

Jerome was sitting in front of the mirror looking at himself, with a box of foundation in his hand and applying his makeup.

His performance this time was responsible for playing a clown.

Although he is very young, if he wants to eat, he has to help perform together, otherwise in such a realistic Gotham, he can only go hungry.

"Hey, Jerome, are you alright?" Another man dressed as a clown leaned over impatiently and asked.

"OK, Uncle Ike, it's almost there." Jerome replied obediently.

"Okay, wait ......"

"What, Uncle Ike?"

Jerome heard no sound behind him, turned his head to look, only to see the mad chef standing behind him with the iconic Western kitchen knife with that crazy smile.

And Ike, who became a clown, has become a corpse.

"Oh, it's you again", Jerome's kind and good childlike demeanor disappeared, and he jumped up from his chair with his mouth twisted.

The crazy chef gritted his teeth and licked the blood on the blade, and sneered: "Ahahaha! What do you think! Miss me, little red hair! ”

"Oh~, I miss you, what do I miss you, oh my God, you killed my mother, woo." Jerome said and rubbed his eyes again.

"Enough! You Oscar-winning actor," the mad cook roared and stepped forward to put a knife against Jerome's neck, the smile on his face growing more and more insane.

"Hehe, guess what spices I'm going to use when I'm cooking your heart and ribs?"

When ordinary people encounter this scene, they may have already trembled and shouted for help, while incontinence makes their pants wet.

But Jerome really frowned and thought about the question.

"I love basil."

"Basil." The crazy chef frowned in disgust, and said, "No, no, no, I actually plan to use garlic, of course, this thing can not be considered a spice, hehahahahaha." ”

"Heheha!"

"Aha

"Aha

The crazy chef who was still talking about chopping Jerome up a second ago actually laughed out loud because of this sentence inexplicably.

And Jerome, who didn't know if he was infected or what, laughed along, and the two of them laughed like a nervous disorder.

"I like you! Little Red Hair! You don't have to be made into ribs! ”

"Really! Ha ha! You lunatic! ”

"Aha! The person who killed his own mother with his own hands actually called me crazy. The crazy chef seemed to hear a joke, and bit his lip to make a coquettish gesture, saying, "I just occasionally use people to cook, so I'm not crazy." ”

"Oooh, OK, OK." Jerome breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "What the hell are you here for this time?" ”

The corners of the mad chef's mouth curled.

"I was going to chop you up for ribs, but now I'm not going to do that, and seeing how boring your life is, don't you want to do something more interesting?"

"Interesting things, like?"

The crazy chef's smile gradually changed into a pervert.

"Like being the eternal shadow and fear of the city."

……

"Ahem."

In a daze, Luo Sheng woke up, his mouth was dry, his head hurt as if it was about to crack, and he had a standard hangover.

"Mr. Rason, this is the hangover cure that Colbert prepared for you."

Luo Sheng raised his eyes and looked at it.

The fat man seems to have been one of the first trees to be collected by Copote, called Gaibu, but was hacked to death after smelling Poison Ivy's perfume and confiding that the Penguin Man was a monster.

"Help me, thank you Copote."

Luo Sheng took the medicine and drank it in one gulp.

"That's right." Luo Sheng seemed to think of something, and asked a little nervously, "Where did you find me?" ”

"Oh, on the side of the road, you have a bottle of beer in your hand, and it seems like you've drunk too much."

"Whew~, thank you."

Hearing this, Luo Shengcai finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He was really panicking about waking up with such a fragment of memory now, afraid that the crazy chef of the brainless man would take possession of his body and use it for something.

But since Geb said so, it proves that he was just drunk.

When Gaibu went out, Luo Sheng immediately picked up his coat and fumbled behind the clothes for a while.

"Found it!!"

Luo Sheng pulled that thing out, it was Luo Sheng's favorite Western kitchen knife.

Put the kitchen knife in front of him, smell it, flick it, and finally stick out his tongue and lick it, and by the way, he made a tone like "um~".

"Great! It's the taste of pork! That idiot finally didn't come out! Ha ha! Luo Sheng laughed like an idiot.

The smile went from hearty to dry at the beginning.

By the end, he stopped laughing.

Luo Sheng's face was buried in the middle of his knees.

It was a deep sadness.

His mental illness has been cured.

Life is also stable, but Misha actually left because of perversion.

His life may not have been too miserable.

Tears dripped from the middle of his knees to the ground, and Luo Sheng's heart throbbed with deep sadness.

Misha is just a little Mars.

But it was this that Mars completely ignited the pain hidden in Luo Sheng's heart.

He doesn't like it here.

No matter how powerful and successful he is, even if he opens the largest restaurant in the United States, he doesn't like it.

Luo Sheng wants to go home, he misses his girlfriend, he wants to cook for her every day, he also misses Huaxiaguo, he misses his brother, and he misses his restaurant......

Luo Sheng never knew.

Whether it's a split personality or psychological pressure, it's never because of any killing, but because he came to Gotham, a place that doesn't belong to him.

Luo Sheng felt a little cold.

In the dark room, he seemed to feel a pair of hands hugging him and whispering in his ear.

"It's okay, I'll be with you forever."

Obviously, he had just woken up, but Luo Sheng's eyes began to be confused again.

The only thing that was still swinging in the room was the clock, which was very rhythmic and like a human heart.

"Huh!"

A red light flashed, and Luo Sheng fell into a deep sleep completely, and the right to use his body became a crazy kitchen again.

It's just not the same as it used to be.

This time, in addition to madness and confusion in the eyes of the crazy chef, there is also something called sanity.

"Success?"

The crazy chef stood up eagerly, went to the mirror to the side, looked at himself in the mirror, and couldn't help but lick his lips.

Sure enough, he induced in Luo Sheng's body, relying on Misha's departure as an introduction to forcibly take his reason over, so that he was naturally stronger than Luo Sheng.

The mad chef reached out and stroked his face in the mirror.

"I know you hate it, but it's okay, I'll protect you, you can sleep safely forever, hehe!"