While waiting for the food, Lose combined his returned brain with another comprehensive examination of his body.

He doesn't need sleep now, but he needs to eat. His head is just a decoration.

Although after his treatment, all the functions of vision, taste, touch, etc. of the head have been restored, he can withdraw his will at any time and observe through the special perspective of the headless.

Moreover, if his consciousness is placed in a normal brain, his thinking ability will be limited.

Through this extra-dimensional knowledge, Los can see and understand all the structures of the human body extremely clearly, and transforming the body through that knowledge is as simple as stacking building blocks.

But this presupposes that there is sufficient biological energy.

During lunch, Ross's terrifying appetite immediately frightened Carrington.

To use the young master's words to describe it, if I want to change my body structure and shape, I need a lot of energy and protein, so I will need to consume a lot of sugar and beef in the future, and I must be fully prepared.

With enough food, the bruise and stab wounds on Los's neck have completely healed, and the damaged vocal cords have also recovered, but there is still a circle of scars on his neck.

Given his current condition, these scars could easily be repaired, but it's not necessary.

This scar is a convenient device, just like a zipper on clothes.

If the head is attached to the body, the mind will be constrained, so Ross plans to take off the head at any time when necessary to facilitate his thinking.

This scar is the back door for easy removal of the head.

After eating and drinking enough, Losna's body, which had lost too much blood, was replenished with energy and finally had blood color, no longer the dead gray-blue color.

"Prepare some vegetables for me, such as lettuce, tomatoes, fish, and milk. I need a lot of vitamins ABCD, calcium and other trace elements now."

Although Carrington didn't understand, he nodded immediately after hearing it: "Okay, Master! I will prepare immediately."

Ross nodded slightly and added: "You can't do this alone. The altar is no longer needed. Don't worry about others finding it. I have time to find a few reliable servants to help you, so that you can have some leisure time."

Carrington naturally understood the young master's good intentions and said respectfully: "Okay, young master."

After a pause, Carrington reminded: "Master, the town has been in chaos in the past two years. It is not easy to find a few reliable people."

Los smiled: "Don't worry, I have a solution."

He has already thought of a plan to control the central area and develop blood therapy, but before that, he needs to conquer the four most core and important subordinates through his own blood therapy.

In the next hour, after Loss supplemented with a large amount of vitamins and trace elements, through the special headless perspective, he saw that the overall level of his body had been initially balanced, and he nodded with satisfaction.

"I'll take care of it later when I have time."

As he said this, he stood up and prepared to relieve himself and then take a shower, because he had other things to do this afternoon.

After taking good care of personal hygiene, Ross combed his hair neatly and put on a decent black formal suit. He was quite satisfied with his appearance.

Now he can even change his appearance and body at any time, comparable to the legendary faceless monster, but that will consume a lot of energy.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, Los went out.

His home is located in the center of the eight major districts of Arkham Town, at No. 200 Curwen Street, at the junction of Curwen Street and Peabody Avenue. The location is considered the edge of the entire town.

Strictly speaking, the location of his home was not good. One block away, or 800 meters away, was the Arkham Sanatorium on the northern edge of the town, where a large number of crazy people were imprisoned.

About 600 meters due east is Innsmouth Station. Both places can be said to be "full of talents".

As soon as I walked out of the house, there was a scream like a slaughtered pig in the distance.

"Let me go! Let me go! Who do you think I am! I am the ultimate creature beyond human beings! I am the emperor of all of you! Let me go! You bunch of unruly people! Her Majesty the Queen wants to give me a child!

You traitors!"

Ross turned around and saw a young man wearing a white patient uniform yelling crazily. Several doctors in white coats pinned him to the ground, tied him up tightly, and carried him back to the Arkham Sanatorium not far away.

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Ross followed his gaze and looked at the five-story Arkham Sanatorium, which was surrounded by high walls and iron gates. In his design, there were indeed many geniuses who went crazy because of contact with the ancient gods.

"This is my valuable talent pool for the future."

"Well, this Arkham Sanatorium can be rebuilt in the future and modified into an extraordinary asylum to house some special things." Lose has already made plans for that place in his mind.

He plans to go to a nursing home tomorrow. The main purpose of going out today is to go to his place of work, the city hall.

City Hall is not far from here, just go south along Peabody Avenue and cross two blocks to get there.

The buildings here are very dense. On the left is a public square for citizens' activities. Since it is working time, there are not many people there. There are only some children running on it with simple toys.

Close to his house on the right is Bee Restaurant. The desserts in this restaurant are very delicious, and you can smell the fragrant butter every time you pass by.

Los swallowed his saliva. He needed a lot of energy and now had no ability to resist desserts.

A street away from this dessert is Arkham Court, which is also a temporary prison for prisoners with sentences of no more than one year.

Across the road from the courthouse is the city hall.

Just as he was passing the city hall, Ross heard a burst of gunfire. Looking west along Hyde Street, he saw a heavily armed gang fighting with guards.

Missiles and grenades are everywhere, comparable to a movie blockbuster.

People around him had already fled in a hurry. Only Ross stood at the street corner, smiling and watching the performance ahead.

Behind the city hall is the Arkham Armory, where a large number of firearms and ammunition are stored, and this group of robbers targeted the weapons among them.

Looking at the fierce fighting between the two sides, thousands of rounds of bullets were fired, but miraculously no one died.

Then the guards retreated inexplicably, and the gangsters rushed in. In ten minutes, they moved away almost half of the weapons with ease.

About ten minutes after the robbers left in a truck, the police from the police station, which was less than 200 meters away and only separated by a street and a gas company, rushed over "very quickly".

He lazily took a quick look at the situation, and then began to clean up the battlefield.

Ross recalled the report he just saw and laughed.

"What a dedicated group of police officers!"

The arms reserves here are all officially owned by the empire. This group of police officers are not willing to be greedy, so they cooperate with the gangs in this way. After the arms are sold to the gangs to make money, they will then share the loot together.

Well, a very excellent and tacit cooperation.

This is what Los said about them.

"Hey! What are you looking at! Get out!" Just as Los was watching the whole process with a smile, a policeman raised his pistol and shouted at Los with a vigilant look on his face.

Ross raised his hand, smiled, turned and left.

After crossing the street intersection and just arriving at the entrance of the city hall, facing Loston, I was immediately attracted by the scene outside the tram company diagonally across the street.

At this time, the people waiting for the tram here did not panic because of the gunshots not far away, but were waiting for the tram very calmly, or reading the newspaper.

Because of all this, they have become accustomed to it.

At this time, not far from the tram stop, a lady passing by carrying a bag was suddenly stopped by a gangster, threatening her with a knife in one hand, and then trying to take away her handbag.

The lady did not panic. She only saw a gloomy look on the face of the lady in her thirties. The moment she handed the bag to the robber, she took out a pistol from the bag and shot the young gangster in the chest.

"I've been robbed three times by you guys! You damn scum!" the lady said, and fired two more shots.

After beating the gangster to death, the lady took back her handbag, put away her gun and walked to the tram station as usual.
Chapter completed!