family history of mental illness

Brant left the lounge with mixed feelings.During the period, he sneaked a glance at the memory palace pretending to be innocent, and the boy who claimed to be the system was pretending to be dead again, as if the previous "hee hee" was not from him.

He was exhausted physically and mentally from the chaos of the day, and all he wanted to do was drive home and sleep in the dark.

Brant walked to his scooter, and just opened the door, but suddenly heard a sound of impact and falling faintly from the back alley.It’s a little distance away from Chris’s Lounge. It’s the place where shops and bars on the whole street discard garbage. Except for the garbage trucks every morning, no one usually goes there.

But what does this have to do with him?

Brandt, who had no curiosity at all, got into the car with a blank face, closed the door, and lit the car.

He wants to go home!

However, 10 minutes later, the car was still parked in place, motionless.

Brandt held the steering wheel with both hands, and his foot hanging on the accelerator couldn't be stepped on no matter what!

He suddenly had a special, very, very strong desire to go to the back alley to find out. He hadn't even experienced this kind of intense emotion for nearly 20 years.

How is this going?

Touching his beating heart, he was absolutely certain that this sudden curiosity definitely did not belong to him.

Sinking into the memory palace, Brandt saw the young man facing the wall in thought at a glance, and he asked straightforwardly, "What's going on?"

The teenager pretended to be stupid: "As you can see, I am autistic."

"You know I'm not talking about this, this inexplicable curiosity, isn't it your emotion?"

The system is best at playing dead, so he chose to remain silent.

This is not right.

They shared emotions in the supermarket before. At that time, the guy who claimed to be a system sensed his current preferences. Now it's his turn to sense each other's?

So what kind of existence is this false system that makes this happen?

With all kinds of doubts, he decided to follow the mood of the system and go to the back alley to find out and see what would happen.

After closing the car door casually, he walked towards the back alley, a strange feeling of joy and excitement welled up in his heart. He knew that this also belonged to the system, but this feeling of being filled with emotion is actually not bad?

Kicked something on the foot.

Brandt stopped, bent down and picked it up.

It was a gray-blue canvas backpack, and the color and style were a bit familiar. He recalled it a little, and found its existence in his brain.

It was carried on the body of the boy who came for the interview in the evening.After pinching it, there are still some soft things inside, how could it be thrown here?

When I got closer, I heard a hoarse male voice coming.

"Stop meddling in your own business..."

"Nothing?"

Another little voice full of energy followed, "I don't think it's a big deal, I'm New...well, I'm a good neighbor in Miami now, and I'll stop all the bad things happening in this city, I'm explain……"

It was Peter's voice, and Brant recognized it immediately.

Peter's voice is very recognizable, but this time it is very different from before.Brandt raised his eyebrows. What he said seemed to be more confident and lively, but the tone of his voice was very milky.

He moved a little closer, and then saw a sexy figure with a thin waist and hips in a red and blue tights. With one hand on the wall and one hand on his hips, he kept fine-tuning his posture, as if he wanted to put on a cooler effect, but I have to say...it was a failure.

The tights said Peter's voice, "I mean, if you're set on hurting this lady, yes, I'll mind my own business."

Tight-fitting Peter had his back turned to him, and in front of Peter was a short man who was dark and shrunken.

The man was wearing a heavy hooded coat, with his head drooped and the brim of his hat pulled down.

He was quiet for a long time, then suddenly asked, "You mean this city?"

"Right?"

"You monitor this city!" The man interrupted him hoarsely, biting his nails nervously, "Everyone is your puppet, you think you are a god, you can do whatever you want, but you are just a criminal! Evil criminal……"

Peter didn't quite understand what he was saying, he scratched his head and tried to explain, "Hey! It's just an induction? I'm not actually monitoring, I'm just doing good things and preventing crime, well, although sometimes it can be a little bit more destructive. architecture……"

The man interrupted him again, "The killers around me were all sent by you."

"Huh? What the hell are you talking about..." Peter's voice was full of grievances, "And you are the culprit, right? I saw you knocked out that lady, and you took out rope……"

If it doesn't make sense, let's fight.

Peter shot out the spider web, trying to trap the man, but the opponent's skill was unexpectedly strong, and he escaped the spider web with just a light jump, and climbed up the high wall.

He said with certainty, "You really came to kill me!"

Peter went crazy: "Do you have persecution paranoia!"

The two fought from the ground to the roof, from the abandoned factory to the cistern. Peter could stick to the wall. The man had amazing finger strength, and he could also use his fingers to hold the wall to achieve the same effect.

All in all, very inhuman.

Emmmm......

Aliens?How can this be explained scientifically?But if you think about your sudden ability and the inexplicable existence of the self-proclaimed system in your brain, it seems that you don't need any scientific explanation.

Seeing the two fighting farther and farther, Brandt simply walked out of the shadows.

Lying on the garbage dump was an unconscious woman, not tall and sweet-looking, a bit like the kind of sister next door.At this time, her hair was disheveled, her body was scratched and bruised, and her clothes were scratched. She looked very embarrassed, and she should be the person Peter wanted to save.

He walked over and knelt down...

Suddenly, the woman's closed eyes suddenly opened, and she looked straight at Brant. The originally sweet face, coupled with the wooden expression and lifeless eyes, made people feel gloomy for no reason.

Brandt's body tensed subconsciously, but soon realized that she was not a threat to him enough, and then relaxed.

But the woman still looked at him warily.

"Who are you?" Her lips were pale and her voice was weak, but it didn't prevent her from struggling to prop up her body and sit up.

"I heard some voices before. I came to check the situation and found you." Brant reached out to her, "I'll help you up."

"Don't touch me!" The woman stopped quickly, her eyes even more wary.

Brant withdrew his hand, stood up, and took a few steps back until he reached a relatively safe distance, and the woman relaxed visibly.

"What's wrong with me?" She slowly recalled, "Yes, I was cheated by L."

Brant asked, "L?"

The woman ignored him, and just said to herself, "A low-level mistake, I shouldn't trust anyone, I shouldn't trust him, how could I make such a mistake?"

Brandt frowned.Both the man before and the woman in front of me give people a very strange feeling. Although one of them is the perpetrator and the other is the victim, they feel very similar in some aspects. They are both extremely self-confident and difficult to communicate with. He is very vigilant, or in other words, he has delusions of being persecuted to a greater or lesser degree.

Their mental state is not right.

But this time, there was no voice to remind him whether to join the target patient. This may be because the system was shut down by him, passively slowing down, or it may be because there was no direct skin contact between them?

Brant recalled the previous two times, tentatively stretched out his hand, and grabbed the girl's wrist.

Different from the usual tone of the system boy, that word appeared twice, and the semi-mechanical voice sounded again.

"Find the target patient, whether to join the treatment progress."

Brandt said bluntly, "No."

System: "..." Are you kidding me?

Ignoring the boy who "slapped" the book to vent his anger, Brandt watched the girl soften her voice, "What's your name?"

Girl: "Let me go!"

Brandt let go of his hand graciously: "Shall I call the police for you?"

"Joseph is the policeman, he wants to kill me too, don't call the police, let me hide!"

"Why did he kill you?"

"I don't know, a lot of people are going to kill me, Benson sneaked into my house, Joseph is a policeman, Mrs. Banner is my landlord, and Thiel and Eric from the school baseball team, Jane the waiter at the coffee shop... They're going to kill me!"

Emmmm......

"I asked L for help, but he also wanted to kill me. Why did he kill me? He never appeared." The girl's voice was confused, "I was just injured, but I was not knocked out, my consciousness was very weak. Sober, I know that a guy in tights is coming to kill L, you are his accomplice? If you want to kill L, then you should not come to kill me, and you have never appeared in my brain." She Convinced myself, "I can trust you for a while."

Fine.

Brant said, "You're right, my straitjacket buddies went to grab L, and I'll stay and take care of you."

The girl looked normal, "Thank you."

Brant had a sudden thought: "Do you want to hide in my house? Given that there are so many people who want to 'kill' you."

The girl was actually very polite: "That's bothering you."

The girl didn't trust others and insisted on going alone, so Brandt gave her the address of his home, called Neil to explain the situation, and watched the girl leave.

Just as Brant looked away, something wrapped in a spider web hit the ground with a "bang", followed by a scream from above his head.

"The ability is out of order again..."

Peter moved his limbs, screamed and fell from the sky!

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Let me tell you a secret, it is said that when filming, in order to wear the spider suit so as not to reveal the shape of the underwear, Peter is actually wearing a thong under the boy suit [Shh!

Peter: I'm not!I don't!Don't talk nonsense!