family history of mental illness

"Tick-tock-"

Ha, that voice again.

"Tick-tock-"

In the dark and viscous silence, except for the ticking sound of machinery, there is nothing to the point of treachery.

He groped forward, feeling the roughness of the wall under his hands; he tapped casually, making a thin "悾悾" sound as usual.But after a while, the road under his feet began to become damp as always, and the tide gradually covered the soles of his shoes. When his trousers were soaked, he knew that his destination was coming soon.

"Tick-tock-"

The light was in front, mostly covered by the half-closed iron door, leaving only spots of light spilling from the cracks.He raised his hand to touch it, and the cold and slippery feeling immediately spread from his fingertips to his heart.

He knows what's behind the door...

He didn't want to open the door.

But I can't control myself!Like a soul body separated from the body, watching a farce with folded arms, he saw his hands forcefully, with a "creak", the rusty iron door opened in response.

"Tick!"

"Tick!"

"Tick!"

That's not water.

At this moment, the lights are bright, like daytime.

The door behind him disappeared without a trace.

The tip of the nose is full of fishy and salty, the face is covered with tears, and the eyes are a sticky dark red. In the narrow space, it reaches the ankles, like a vast ocean. ...

That is blood.

At the moment of epiphany, the space suddenly became crowded.

Cries of pain and cries were played alternately, pushing and appearing from all directions, and then quickly dissipated.He raised his eyes to look at the center of the space. The blond woman was streaming with tears. She knelt and sat in the sea of ​​blood, her mouth opened and closed, and she said silently:

"close your eyes"

"Don't look..."

The woman's crying stopped abruptly. Immediately afterwards, the corner of the mouth on that frightened and mournful face suddenly showed a strange arc, and then with a "pop", it fell apart without warning, and fell into a pool of blood.

There was a broken sound coming faintly from a distance. He collected himself and listened carefully. It was...

"...Brant!"

"Wake up, Brant!"

Opening his eyes suddenly, he blinked in a daze, for a moment he couldn't tell the difference between dream and reality.

The brisk country folk songs rang in his ears along with the humming of the engine, and Brant looked at the dangling lighter pendant on the front of the car in a daze, finally feeling a little more realistic.

He paused for a while before recovering his voice, "I'm fine, Neil."

"Are you having a nightmare?" Neil turned his head and glanced at him. Maybe it was because of the nightmare that the other person's already pale complexion was now even paler than a living person. He frowned, dissatisfied with Brant's perfunctory Agreed, "You don't look too good."

"Trust me, my lovely brother can heal everything, so when can we get to Miami? I can't wait to see him." Brant looked at the time again, "Are you driving too slowly?"

"Don't change the subject, Brant." Neil controlled the steering wheel with one hand, reached the glove box with the other hand, and rummaged through it for a while, "Put the lighter on the pendant, it stands to reason that there should be... Aha, I found it." He said as he took out a pack of cigarettes and handed it to Brant, "Would you like one?"

Brant took the cigarette and sniffed it at the tip of his nose.

"There should be a lighter inside."

"I don't think so." Brant put the cigarette back into the case and threw it back into the glove box. "The smell of marijuana is disgusting."

Neil couldn't help but look at him, "Can you smell it?"

Brant was noncommittal. He leaned against the car window and propped his chin, looking at the trees and flowers fading like tides outside the window, his eyes gradually lost focus and fell into memories.

Of course he could smell it, because he'd suffered from it before.

It's not the pills in the bar or the little things in the cigarettes, but the injections with higher purity and greater damage to the human body!

That was the method used by his second foster caretaker to control him. After he found out that the other party was embezzling public funds and colluding with gangsters, the sanctimonious Mr. Inspector began to control him with drugs for six years.

Of course, Brandt also made him pay the price in the end. He was stripped of his police uniform, lost the admiration of the citizens, and was locked up with a group of criminals he once despised so much that he would never see the light of day.

This kind of punishment is much more exciting than death for a superior who values ​​face very much.

It's just that the withdrawal reaction of drug rehabilitation is too difficult to bear. Whenever he thinks of the three years when he was hiding in the deep mountains and forests to suffer from drug addiction, Brandt can't help but tremble physically.

Neil is a restless person, and he began to hunt for treasures in the car again, "Marijuana cigarettes, ether, small pills... There is also a wooden warehouse!" He marveled, "The owner of the car doesn't look like a nice person."

"So we stole his car, which is equivalent to eliminating harm for the people? Come on, Mr. Thief, watch the road carefully, and stop looking around. This is a high-speed highway, so be careful."

Neil didn't take it seriously, but as if to confirm Brant's words, a figure suddenly rushed out of the woods on the left and rushed straight in front of their car.

Neil slammed on the brakes and frantically turned the steering wheel. Hearing a muffled "bang", a white object was knocked and flew out.Immediately afterwards, the tires drew a twisted arc on the ground, and the entire front of the car crashed into a big tree trunk by the roadside, before barely stopping.

The airbag popped, and the car fell silent.

"Is that person okay?" Neil swallowed, thought for a while and asked again, "Is that person?"

"I'll go and have a look." Brant said and got out of the car.

The person who was knocked into the air was lying on the ground, his body was covered with white bandages, he was injured somewhere, and his blood flowed all over the place.

Looking at the blood all over the floor, some fragments suddenly flashed in Brandt's mind, but whenever he wanted to grab them, the fragments would disappear without a trace.

Shaking his head and shaking off his chaotic thoughts, he squatted down and reached out to touch the bandaged man's neck.

"How is he?" Neil also squatted over, his voice tense, "Will I change from a scammer to a murderer?"

Brant frowned, a little puzzled, "He's fine, and he looks very healthy."

"I just drove eighty miles! I'm sure I hit him. You said he's okay?"

"Breathing was normal, there were no broken bones, there wasn't even a wound under the bandages, I don't even know why he was wearing bandages."

Brant checked the poo again, and the result was the same.

"The blood on the ground..."

"I scraped my thigh when I fell, no more wounds."

Neil was stunned, "It's really a hell."

Who said it wasn't, this was the first time Brant saw this situation.However, before he could figure out the situation, someone grabbed his wrist suddenly.When Brant came back to his senses, he saw that the man in the bandage seemed to have woken up.

He sat up propped up with one hand, and grabbed Brant's wrist with the other, as if he wanted to crush Brant's hand bones with great strength.

"Are you awake?" Brant moved his wrist, trying to pull it out but failed.

The man lowered his head, not knowing what to mutter.

"Is there any discomfort, do you need an ambulance?" Neil also came over to ask.

The man still ignored it.

Several people squatted for a while in a ridiculous posture, and they didn't know what hidden button was triggered. Suddenly, the bandage man raised his head and looked over.

Under the bandage was a pair of green eyes full of frenzy and fright. His lips opened and closed, and his voice was indistinct. Brant leaned closer to listen, only to hear a vaguely pronounced word——

"Gotham?"

Brant blinked in confusion, "What does this mean, a person's name, a place name, or a building?" He asked Neil strangely, "Have you heard of it?"

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