American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

"Can I come with you when you do it at night?"

At the school gate, Jason turned around and asked, clenching his fists with a determined look on his face, very manly.

With a slap, Miaomu raised his hand and slapped him on the head, pulling his ears and shaking them, "What the hell do you want? I'm going to kill people, not have a picnic! Study hard, don't bully your classmates, but don't let yourself be bullied either. Go back to Arkham after class, I'll let Sheriff Mais take care of your dinner and homework!"

The parents around frowned at Miaomu's rude behavior and some even wanted to call the police.

"By the way, don't buy anything with this pocket money you give me. Just eat lunch at school and take care of it yourself!"

Miao Mu took out his wallet from his pocket, which contained a stack of green bills. It had only been a few days since he got his salary, and he was a real rich man. He took out a few bills and stuffed them into Jason's schoolbag.

"Let Bastian eat less cake. He should lose weight!"

Miao Mu glanced at the big rat hiding in Jason's schoolbag and eating bread, and said seriously.

Bastian, who was chewing a piece of bread, was stunned when he heard this. The bread in his hand instantly lost its flavor.

As a companion of the rat catcher Otis, Bastian's IQ is not low at all. He knows clearly what it means to lose weight and what it means to exercise by starving himself...

"Okay, this isn't a life-and-death separation, hurry up and go to class!"

Miaomu pushed Jason, and Jason walked into the school, and when he reached the school gate.

Jason suddenly turned around, clasped his hands together, with his left hand on top and his right hand on the bottom, knelt on one knee, and raised his head with a serious face and shouted:

"Master, good luck to you! Victory!"

This standard bow and the promise of a great victory made Miaomu stunned, but he waved his hand casually, smiled and turned away.

The students coming in and out looked at Jason, who was kneeling on one knee, with some curiosity, but his mighty aura was very intimidating.

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Miaomu left the school gate and stood on the street, thinking about how to take advantage of the right time, place and people to get rid of Tonghu.

If it was just Bronze Tiger, he wouldn't be worried, but the Assassin's League wasn't stupid, what if there were more...

"Sir, can you provide additional help to the orphanage?"

A young man wearing a dark raincoat came over holding a paper box with a label that said "Fundraising" on it.

The boy had a look of confused fear on his face, and there was only a pitiful bill and two coins in the donation box.

Miaomu wanted to turn around and leave, but when he remembered that he still owed Ms. Tompkins some medical bills from last night, he had to donate it to a charity project on the street, so he stopped.

"Okay, may I ask, what am I fundraising for?" Naegi shrugged helplessly and took out his wallet from his pocket.

"Yes, it's for Mrs. Gunn's Welfare Home. It's winter now, and we can't pay the heating bill, and we don't have the gas bill..."

"Well, young man, you are about the same age as my...son. Are you a member of Mrs. Gunn's orphanage?" Naegi asked in an adult tone, pulling out some money from his wallet.

"Yes, my name is Edward Nashton." The boy looked at the banknotes and nodded quickly. A few hundred dollars was a big step closer to the amount they needed to collect, and the difficulty was reduced by one third.

"Edward, you have the same name as my friend, his name is also Edward, Edward Nygma. Here you go, go back and have a..."

"what!!!"

Before Miao Mu could finish his words, a shrill scream suddenly came from the restaurant not far ahead.

A man in chef's uniform, covering his bleeding wrist, broke open the door, ran out of the restaurant, and fell on the road, scaring the passers-by around him to scream.

The man's hand was chopped off, leaving only his empty wrist bleeding. The scene was extremely horrific.

Especially inside the restaurant, there was a chef wielding a machete, chopping and smashing something frantically, like a madman.

"Fuck, what the hell are you doing so early in the morning!" Miaomu cursed and walked over there. The action of taking out the money in his hand turned into throwing it, and he threw his wallet and wallet into the donation box.

Under the extremely surprised gaze of the young Nashton, Miaomu rushed across the street, kicked open the glass door and ran in.

"What's going on? Put down the knife!"

Miaomu shouted at the chef holding the knife. With just one look, Miaomu was sure that this was an illusion caused by taking too many drugs.

Because the chef was holding the knife and muttering about man-eating cows and monsters, and his face was twitching with fear.

The kitchen knife he was holding was a bone-chopping knife used to chop beef bones. It made a clanging sound as it chopped on the table, sending wood chips flying.

Miaomu grabbed a chair on the ground, swung it up and smashed it on the head of the chef who was wielding the knife, knocking him down with a thud.

The chef was still struggling on the ground, and Miaomu kicked him hard on the fat chin with a football. The next moment, the chef closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

In other words, Miaomu held back his strength, otherwise his jawbone would have been shattered by one kick.

"Pah, taking drugs so early in the morning, I really don't want to live anymore."

Miaomu picked up a chair. He was planning to have breakfast here. He saw their sign from a distance.

The pot in the kitchen was bubbling and boiling, emitting hot steam, and the thick soup inside was bubbling out.

Miao Mu followed the bloodstains on the floor and walked towards the kitchen. Someone outside had already called the police and emergency services, so he just had to wait.

The kitchen was filled with smoke. The boiling broth put out the fire, and the incompletely burned gas leaked out. Miaomu raised his hands to cover his face, walked over and turned off the stove.

He didn't want any more sparks to explode here, but the beef soup looked good, so Miaomu picked up a big spoon and planned to have a meal here.

When he opened the lid of a pot, white hot steam rushed out. Miaomu put the spoon in his hand and suddenly!

Tonghu punched him, and Miaomu was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat. He quickly jumped back and bumped into the cupboard behind him.

The bowls and plates on top fell down with a crash and shattered into pieces.

Miaomu grabbed the things around him and threw them forward. Tonghu's figure disappeared like mist.

"Is this a dream? I... stayed up too late and am hallucinating?"

Miao Mu leaned against the wall, his eyes wide open, his heart pounding. He didn't believe that he was hallucinating.

The dangerous aura just now was definitely from Tonghu. I can't take the illusion as reality, right?

Miao Mu looked around and was still in the kitchen, but why was the surrounding different? Why was the corner dark?

His breathing became rapid, and Miaomu quickly reached out and took out the wine jug from his arms. In just a few seconds, Miaomu's hands were shaking a little, and he felt danger everywhere, danger!

As soon as the medical alcohol entered his throat, Naegi frowned and grimaced. It was really hard to drink.

Especially the alcohol in Ms. Tompkins Hospital, to prevent those alcoholics from stealing it

She added some special seasonings to it, and it tasted like putting your tongue on the road and getting run over by a car.

However, this time he was able to cheer up, the hallucination was much lighter, and Naegi's sanity returned.

He immediately realized something was wrong. Something was wrong with the pot! And the steam in the kitchen made him feel scared...

"Is this... is there a scarecrow cooked in this pot?"

Naegi looked at the steaming pot in a daze. All he could think of was the scarecrow that created the fear gas.