family history of mental illness

The development of the situation is a bit strange.

The staff and bodyguards were squatting outside the bar, and Chris invited them up to the second floor and into a particularly luxurious box.

"This is my temporary resting place, and I can give it to you later." He made a pot of tea for Brant and Jason casually, as if greeting old friends.

Brant didn't answer, and Jason certainly didn't.

But what Brant couldn't understand was that the two, who were supposed to be at loggerheads, had a happy conversation instead.

He stared at Jason, thought about it for about 5 minutes, and suddenly asked, "Can you help me figure out my identity?"

Chris said without hesitation, "It's easy, kid."

"Will you reuse me?"

Chris almost showed a smile that got what he wanted, and he said quite generously, "This lounge belongs to you, and you also have the right to dominate the forces under my banner."

This is unreasonable. Brandt can't see that there is anything in Jason that is worthy of the other party's conspiracy. Jason has nothing, oh, except for his illness.

But Jason didn't seem to think it was unreasonable at all, and he was still confirming: "Drugs can't be taken to school, and they can't be sold to children."

This is what Jason has always insisted on, and it was his long-cherished wish when he was still young and struggling to survive in the slums of Gotham.He has seen too many children who are tortured by drugs and are inhuman or ghost. Adults who are self-willed and depraved deserve it, but why are children who are seduced and deceived guilty?

The pain of death and resurrection often torments him, and the memory of his body makes the bones of his whole body throb intermittently. When he is unconscious, all he can think of is the heartbreaking word Gotham, but when Brandt gives him some After Qingming, he began to think about who he was going to be and what kind of results he was going to achieve.

He later decided that if he could go back to Gotham alive, he must use violence to control violence and control the dark forces in the city.

He doesn't want to be like Batman, who sticks to some damn principles and makes futile efforts day after day. He wants to be the rule maker and the leader of all the gangsters in Gotham.

And the only thing he wants everyone to abide by is that drugs cannot be brought to school or sold to children.

Although he has come to this strange place now, sooner or later he will go back to his Gotham, no matter what the cost.So, it's a good idea to practice with Miami first?

Thinking of this, Jason urged: "How?"

"Of course, no problem." Chris agreed without hesitation, and Shi Shiran said, "I still don't need the money."

"make a deal."

Chris finally showed a successful smile: "Good boy." He patted Jason on the shoulder, his hands were bulging muscles, and the other party did not let go of his guard, but so what, his purpose was not to make the other party really surrender.

In half a month, the next batch of potion stock solution will arrive, and then he can send this ridiculous red hood, and of course, his boring friend Brant Morgan.

Everything is perfect, except that Morgan will have some troubles. His two younger brothers and sisters both work in the police station, but the problem is not too big. Morgan has been away from home for ten years, and he will let him disappear again, which is full of rationality...

Thinking of this, Chris smiled more kindly, and Brandt felt more and more cold.

He walked downstairs, rubbing the goosebumps on his arms, and watched Chris get into his limousine and drive away.Before the other party left, they left behind a few bodyguards, pretending to help Jason familiarize himself with the bar, but Brandt knew that this was just a means of monitoring and control.

The managers and employees outside the gate hesitated to approach, but Brandt walked over to Jason against everyone's gaze.He lowered his voice: "Although I don't know what his purpose is, Chris is just using you."

Jason didn't care: "What does that matter? I'm also using him to gain identity, gain control of the bar, and even gain his power to control Miami's underground kingdom."

"That's just a blank promise!"

"I'll make it real." Jason's mouth twitched, and his breathing became rapid: "I'll remove the obstacles one by one, they're all scum anyway."

"Calm down." Brandt's right hand moved subconsciously. Although he still felt a little numb from the pain, after resting for the past two days, he had recovered a lot. He was even ready to activate his ability again to force Jason to Prepare calmly.

Fortunately, after Jason panted for a while, he quickly calmed down.

It can be seen that his mental condition is improving, which is probably the only good news today.

At this moment, Sam leaned over again. He ignored his old acquaintance, Brant, and just smiled flatteringly at Jason: "You are our new boss? I am the best DJ player in the lounge, and the boss knows me well."

That gesture, that tone of voice, to be honest, was a little too greasy.

Brandt couldn't take it anymore and asked through his teeth: "What are you doing!"

Sam also said in a low voice: "Obviously, looking for a reasonable reason to know you."

Brant: "..." Wu fuck said.

Fortunately, the manager of the bar reacted quickly, ran over and squeezed Sam away, and began to express himself: "You two, why not go to the second floor to rest for a while, the lobby still needs to be cleaned..."

Jason ignored his proposal: "That's not important, I care more about that little thing wandering around the door."

The manager was taken aback, "What?"

Brant walked out of the bar, and after a while, he came back with a boy who looked fifteen or sixteen years old.

This boy is a bit strange, it is clearly early spring and it is still very cold, but he is wearing a cool T-shirt and shorts, carrying a half-worn backpack, blinking a pair of big dazed eyes, looking very nervous.

Brandt shook the hand holding the boy's collar: "A suspicious person."

"No, no, not a suspicious person!" The boy said pitifully, "I'm here to apply for the job..."

Jason looked at the lobby manager strangely: "What kind of job are you applying for?"

"Waiter!" The boy's eyes widened in disbelief: "There are recruitment information all over the street! Although some of your requirements are incomprehensible."

He counted with his fingers: "Health, it's not difficult to understand. But being single, why do you consider the physical and mental health of other employees? There are also migrant workers, is it because it is cheaper? Ah, although I do Can be very cheap...”

The boy was nagging endlessly, so the manager had no choice but to interrupt him while wiping his sweat, and explained to Jason: "It is true that a large number of waiters were recruited before. This is the boss's intention. Maybe this kid has seen the information."

The young man muttered in dissatisfaction: "What is before, the information is still there now..."

Something flashed in Brant's mind, but he couldn't catch it too quickly.

Jason glanced at the boy casually: "What's your name?"

The boy stood at attention: "Peter Parker."

Look up and down again: "How old is it?"

"..." Boy Peter stammered, "2222...21."

You seem to be kidding me?

Brandt gave him a hard look, and said to Jason affirmatively, "16 years old."

Peter was startled: "How do you know!?" He immediately leaked the truth.

Jason shook his head: "Too small."

Peter straightened his chest, trying to make himself look more mature, "I'm an adult, I can do it, please..." He opened his big watery eyes and looked at Jason pitifully: "I'm really Need this job..."

Jason didn't fluctuate, and threw the problem to the manager quite smoothly, "You can handle it."

The manager nodded and bowed and dragged the boy to the side. He didn't know what to say, and the boy immediately became listless, and walked out of the lounge dejectedly.

This little episode didn't affect anyone.

Brant asked Jason, "Are you going back?"

Jason said: "Of course I stay, I want to develop my power."

"And then don't take off the hood for the rest of your life, can you bear it?"

"..." If you don't mention it, you don't feel it, but when you say it, your face is damn itchy again!

"And that Chris is very dangerous, I always feel that he has other plans..."

"It's nothing, I also have plans."

Then there’s nothing else to say, and Brandt didn’t try to persuade him anymore, he just said: “If you have any psychological problems, or if you feel out of control, please call me in time, my psychological counseling effect is still very good.”

After thinking about it, he said, "Of course, I will also come to follow-up visits regularly to see how you are recovering."

Brandt solemnly rounded up his psychiatrist persona, but Jason's voice was a little confused: "What psychological counseling? What follow-up consultation?"

"??? Otherwise, why do you think your mental state has improved so much?"

"Self-healing?" Jason had always thought so.

"You can't lift your tired hands, can't you see?"

Jason said cautiously, "I thought it was just... bored?"

Brandt: "..."

Can't talk today!

What's more, he clearly heard the system in the memory palace, closed to the wall, let out a chuckle of "hee" inappropriately.

This must be a mockery! (.

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barrel & system

Brother Tong Lihua has tears in his eyes: No taunting!I can't bear this grievance!

Brother Tong raised his ruthless face: Why didn't I know you had treated me?

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barrel & worm

Bucket brother: underage little guy

Xiao Chong: You don't know anything about my power!

Xiaobu: Wait a minute, you two seem to be the same age→_→

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