The doomsday boss comes from a mental hospital!

The sun is shining and the sea breeze is blowing.

Meng Busan lay on the sofa with his feet resting on the armrest of the sofa, staring at the sky and the ocean in a daze.

After a while, bursts of fragrance floated out from the cabin.

The stomach pain I had been used to for a long time started again.

Meng Busan squinted his eyes, shook his feet nonchalantly, and hummed.

After a while, he heard footsteps.

Meng Busan turned his head and saw that Tang Ci was still wearing a formal suit and a white coat, holding an end plate in his hand, and there were two bowls and several plates in the end plate.

He sniffed, turned over and lay down on the sofa, and looked with his head.

Tang Ci put the end plate on the coffee table in front of the sofa, and put the porridge bowl in front of Meng Busan.

Meng Busan touched it with his fingers, and said with little interest: "What is this? It doesn't look good. I don't want to eat porridge."

"In the hospital, I always eat sick food. It's always hard or soft porridge. I'm really tired of eating it."

Tang Ci paused and said softly: "Sorry, I didn't think about this, but you can try it, my craftsmanship is very good, this is ginseng glutinous rice porridge, very nourishing."

Meng Busan sat cross-legged on the sofa, leaning his elbows on his thighs, resting his cheeks with one hand, picked up the spoon lazily, and tapped the bowl wall.

After a while, he lowered his head with little interest, and took a sip of the porridge in the spoon.

This porridge is stewed glutinously, with brown sugar in it. The sweet taste overwhelms the medicinal taste of ginseng, and it tastes good.

Meng Busan's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help taking another bite.

Tang Ci breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that he was eating well.

He sat on the sofa beside him and began to eat too.

Tang Ci seemed to think of something, "In the future, I will cook for you three meals a day, but the sky here is always bright, so I can't grasp the time."

Meng Busan smiled: "Leave it to me. My time concept has always been very good. After all, I am a man who wants to become a master of time management."

Tang Ci looked at him speechlessly, as if she didn't know where to complain.

"So, are you going to use your skill scum all over the world?"

Meng Busan smiled and said: "God said, given me a skill to make trouble, I must make the best use of it."

Which god said this!

Tang Ci: "Then you have to pay attention, high-end testers and monsters may be wary of you when you use skills, they can feel it."

Meng Busan chuckled, "You know that my skills are not only one-shot skills, but also the effect of moistening things silently?"

Tang Ci looked at him.

Meng Busan: "By the way, how do you feel when I use skills on you?"

Tang Ci smiled gently and shook her head blankly, "I don't have human emotions. I know what to do, but I don't have emotions of likes and dislikes."

Meng Busan tilted his head and smiled mysteriously, "Wow, that would be great."

Tang Ci was at a loss.

Meng Busan grinned, "Now, we are two non-human beings."

He raised his chopsticks and said with a smile, "I lack human empathy, am I not human at all?"

Tang Ci stared at him fixedly, and smiled slightly, "I want to learn human emotions."

Meng Busan shrugged, "I don't want to think about it at all. I haven't gotten the medicine after taking it for so many years. What else can I wish for?"

"I don't want anything anymore, so no one can take away the only thing I have."

He raised his head, with a bright smile and evil eyes, "Otherwise, I will kill gods when I meet gods, and kill demons when I meet demons!"

He squeezed the convenient chopsticks in his hand hard, and the chopsticks broke into two pieces in his palm with a "click".

Tang Ci silently watched his movements without fear or surprise.

He just nodded calmly, "It seems that I will buy iron chopsticks next time."

Meng Busan curled his lips and continued to eat.

Tang Ci not only cooks porridge well, but also makes delicious side dishes. Meng Busan ate two bowls of porridge with the side dishes.

He touched his stomach and fell on the sofa, "Ah, I'm so full, I've never been so full."

Tang Ci was puzzled, "You had a difficult time before?"

Meng Busan chuckled, "That's too difficult! I'm an orphan, and I can only live with my younger brother. Because of my illness, I always go to the hospital, and finally I even live in a mental hospital. All the pressure is on me. Although there are always donations from well-meaning people in the society, my brother always hopes that I can have a better life in the courtyard, and would rather go hungry by myself.”

"When it comes to torturing himself, how can he beat me? Finally, after my unremitting efforts, he finally knows how to treat himself better instead of giving everything to me."

Tang Ci glanced at his arm, "Are you torturing yourself and threatening him with your own health?"

Meng Busan grinned, "I can't help it, I only have one younger brother."

"I'm a person without empathy, but I treat him differently. I want him to be good, just as he wants me to be good."

Meng Busan said softly: "I am him, and he is me."

Tang Ci listened to his crazy words, but did not speak.

After Meng Busan went crazy for a while, he said to Tang Ci: "Let's stop wasting time on the boat, and go to the trial ground to play earlier."

Tang Ci touched her glasses, "If the world hears your words, what will it think?"

Meng Busan smiled, "Probably he will be happy, after all, he has such a crush on me, and has been secretly peeping at me."

"puff--"

The whale beside the boat spouted a mouthful of water.

Meng Busan smiled, "Look, what did I say?"

Whale: "I am amazed at the thickness of your skin!"

Meng Busan sighed, "I can't help it, some idiots are already obsessed with me to the point of losing their face and skin, so I had no choice but to pick up its face and put it on."

The whale whispered: "What nonsense are you talking about..."

Meng Busan looked up at the deep sea above his head, and said softly: "Is it nonsense, just wait and see."

Tang Ci came back to her senses, "You mean to go directly to the proving ground? But...have you rested enough?"

Meng Busan smiled, "What rest do I need, I just want to go crazy now."

Seeing his serious attitude, Tang Ci naturally nodded.

He smiled and rubbed his shoulders, "Since Sansan is going, then brother will naturally risk his life to accompany Junzi."

Meng Busan stepped on the sofa, touched his head with a smile, "As expected, he is my most useful tool man."

Tang Ci couldn't laugh or cry.

Meng Busan: "Then, hurry up and buy me a skirt, my cash machine."

Tang Ci: "...well, I'm downgrading from a tool man to a cash machine directly."

He waved his hand quite richly, "Spend whatever you want."

Meng Busan immediately bought a bunch of them.

Tang Ci looked at the skirts, cosmetics, and shoes that covered the entire deck, and was a little dumbfounded.

"what are you going to do?"

Meng Busan stood in front of the vertical full-length mirror and looked at himself carefully.

He smiled at himself in the mirror and said, "Of course you have to be fully prepared."

"My skills should be able to be used more finely."

Tang Ci always has a bad feeling.

Meng Busan: "Housekeeper, hurry up and help me get dressed."

Tang Ci had no choice but to say, "Okay, miss."

He is a tool man who really needs to move wherever he needs it.

He helped Meng Busan put on a pink and white Lolita-style dress.

White lace long sleeves, turned-out neckline, layered and fluffy skirt, decorated with lace and lace.

Meng Busan stepped on the sofa, slowly rolled up the pure white silk stockings, and put his feet into the pink leather shoes.

When he stood in front of Tang Ci with a gentle and charming expression, it was really difficult for Tang Ci to connect with the crazy him in the proving ground, but this was indeed him.

Meng Busan sat in front of the mirror, with fluffy skirts scattered on the ground.

He fiddled with cosmetics on his face and ordered Tang Ci to curl his hair.

Tang Ci endured and endured, but still couldn't help asking: "Why are you so proficient?"

Meng Busan brushed his cheeks with a brush. He smiled and said, "Make-up skills? Didn't they all say that mental hospitals are full of talents, so it's natural to learn some useful skills."

Naturally a ghost!

What have you been doing in the mental hospital?

"As for why I look so girlish..."

Meng Busan opened his lips and smiled, "Because I still have a female personality, come, let me introduce you. This sister is called Ai Buai, and she is a very attractive woman."

After all, he narrowed one eye and curled his eyelashes on one side, while the expression in the other eye suddenly changed.

That eye casually glanced at Tang Ci in the mirror, with a slight smile.

Just such a look, people will not mistakenly think that it is a woman's look.

Tang Ci stared at Meng Busan dumbfounded, "Are you lying? Did you perform just now?"

Meng Busan opened his eyes with a mysterious smile, "Who knows?"

……

After repeated confirmation, the whale was speechless to these two people who were rushing to seek death.

"Okay, since it's what you insist on."

The whale spouted a stream of water, and this stream of water actually formed a rainbow in the sun.

The rainbow flashes and disappears, and behind the rainbow is an elevator door.

"Please, both of you."

Meng Busan swayed his slightly curled twin ponytails, and walked over first.

Tang Ci: "Wait, the items are all in my place. Once the two of us accidentally separate, you will have no weapons in your hands."

Meng Busan looked back and smiled, "My weapon——"

He elongated his voice, and tapped his temple lightly with his knuckles.

"……it's here."

After that, she stepped into the elevator door without hesitation.

Tang Ci quickly followed in.

He seemed to be walking through a long corridor, and when he saw a different scene ahead, he quickly quickened his pace.

Tang Ci stepped out, but found himself standing in the center of a magnificent hall.

Tall painted windows cast dappled colour.

He looked around and found three men and one woman, but there was no Meng Busan among them.

Meng Busan... What about people?

At this time, a bell rang in the hall.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw the big golden bell hanging on the high platform of the main hall.

The golden spun yarn appeared in the air, forming a few lines of characters——

【Doomsday Proving Ground C001—Snowstorm Doomsday】

[In 4900 A.D., the whole world entered the Ice Age. The continuous heavy snow and cooling made it increasingly difficult for human beings to survive. The last human beings were trapped in this weird castle.With the ever-decreasing temperature and assassins hiding in the dark, how can human beings survive? 】

[Please find a way to escape in the snowstorm doomsday and avoid unknown assassinations. 】

……

At the same time, in the same hall, Meng Busan looked up at the golden letter above his head, but there was no Tang porcelain around him.

After carefully reading the customs clearance requirements, he turned to look at the three men and one woman beside him.

Finally, his eyes fell on the man in the corner.

The other two men and one woman also acted the same as Meng Busan.

Because standing in the corner like a snow-capped mountain, the silent and cold man has a glittering golden title on his head - Cold-blooded Assassin.

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-06-0216:41:31~2020-06-0323:06:07期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the rocket launcher: 1 Civil Affairs Bureau, No. 1, District 1;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 Civil Affairs Bureau, No. 1 District 1;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!