family history of mental illness

Brant looked at the embarrassed Peter and felt amazing.

How can someone have such a strong physical fitness, and such novel equipment.Even the high-altitude collisions and fights between you and me have already exceeded his cognition.

as if...

It's like a scene in a movie or a comic.

"It's not that exaggerated, it's just that they are not in the same universe. Things that seem unbelievable here are commonplace in other universes." The boy who claimed to be a system said meanly.

"Aren't you facing the wall, why did it appear again?"

Brandt said subconsciously: "And it's obviously your assumption, so it's even more exaggerated!"

The system ignored Brandt's question: "We are a cooperative relationship, remember, you provided me with a shelter, and I let you know more about the truth."

"Like this Peter Parker?"

"For example, this universe." He paused, and then said, "Of course, including Parker."

Brant was suspicious of this, but then there was the sound of flipping through the book in his consciousness, as if he was looking for something: "Here, Peter Parker, who has extraordinary abilities after being bitten by a spider, currently lives in New York, maintain law and order, stop crime, Twitter account calls itself Spider-Man."

"But he's in Miami, not New York."

"That's the problem."

The system's brows were tightly frowned, which had never happened before: "The barriers of the universe are loosening, you are, Jason Todd is, and Peter Parker is too. None of you belong to this universe, but you all Appearing here, at present, only some people have been expelled from the original universe, but continue..."

"What's going on?" Brandt asked.

"The worst possibility is the fusion of the universe. That is something that only appears in legends. I have never experienced it, and it is not recorded in most of the tomes. It may be peaceful, but it may be a disaster. Who knows."

Today's system is too serious, it's not even like him usually.But is the usual behavior of the system real?

Brant couldn't trust this existence, but in order to get along more comfortably, he thought about it, and said: "I can't always call you systematically, if not, you can give yourself a name."

"Why can't you call me the system?" The other party was dissatisfied.

"Because you are not a system." Brandt said affirmatively, "Think of a name."

The young man fell silent, and Brant couldn't understand his expression. He seemed unhappy, full of expectation, and even a little nervous. He said, "I actually have a name, and someone else gave it to me. of."

Brandt: "What is it?"

"Why don't you ask me who got it for me?"

"Because that's not important?"

"...Okay." The boy looked dissatisfied, but he still said, "Omir."

"No last name."

"No."

Brant couldn't understand: "So you call it cereal? Why?"

Omer's tense and expectant expression collapsed in an instant, and he returned to full of resentment. A strange feeling suddenly flashed in Brant's heart. He actually felt that the nondescript "cereal porridge" sounded familiar...

ah!I remembered.

He seemed to love to eat when he was a child?

……

The siren blared from a distance, interrupting Brant's thoughts.He glanced at Peter, the child was carrying a backpack, and he was standing obediently by the side, not knowing what he was thinking.

Brandt had no choice but to remind: "Aren't you unable to reveal your identity?"

Peter woke up like a dream: "Oh... oh, yes! I should go." He threw his backpack on his back and put it on, waved his hand and was about to leave.

Brandt stopped him: "Wait a minute."

Peter: "?"

Brandt looked at the boy. He was a visitor from the second universe besides Jason.If you want to study the barriers of the universe and your own situation, maybe it is better to keep these visitors from other worlds under your nose?

Under Peter's puzzled gaze, Brant issued an invitation: "If you have no place to go for the time being, would you like to come and live at my house?"

Peter blinked: "This is not good, it's too much trouble for you."

"I'm going to open a clinic in the near future, and I just need an assistant, so I think it's a place to provide accommodation for the staff?" Brandt has a good reason: "Since I know your little secret, don't you think it's safest to work for me?" ?"

Peter was somewhat persuaded.

"Besides, you are short of money, and your identity seems to be a little troublesome. You probably can't find a more suitable job. Although I think, at your age, you should go to school?"

Peter was stunned: "How do you know?"

Of course it is because you are a foreign visitor, how could you have an identity.

Thinking of this, Brandt said, "Otherwise, why would a minor go to a bar to find a job?"

"You're right." Peter stammered and made up the reason: "My certificate...well, I lost it, and it's not very easy to reissue...so I'm considered a criminal now." He immediately added: "But I'm definitely a good guy and I have no criminal record!"

"I believe." Brandt patted his arm reassuringly: "Then, give me your address, and I'll pick you up after I finish dealing with the police."

Peter was thoroughly convinced.

After exchanging phone numbers and leaving addresses, Peter left the alley excitedly.And almost as soon as he was sent away, the police found it here.

To Brandt's surprise, apart from a few Miami police detectives, there were also two new faces he had never seen before.One has a dark complexion and should be partly of black blood. He is quite muscular and full of strength; the other is relatively older and looks elegant and wise, but his eyes are sharp.

Brandt raised his eyebrows, already having guesses in his mind.

"Brant? Why are you?" Debra ran towards Brant as soon as she got out of the car, asking in surprise.

"I called the police." Brandt turned his head towards the two strange police officers, "Who are those two?"

Debra: "BAU, foreign aid for this case."

really.

Just as he was talking, the older BAU walked over, and Debra introduced at the right time, "This is Agent Rossi."

Then he pointed to the black brother who was squatting in front of the unconscious kidnapper, trying to wake him up, "That's Agent Morgan over there."

"Morgan?" Brandt suddenly had a guess.

Debra laughed, "You're right, his father and Harry are cousins, and if we talk about it, they're our cousins, haha, we really deserve to be from a family of police officers."

Morgan also came over at this time, shook his head at Rossi, "I can't wake up, I called an ambulance."

Rossi nodded, and said to Brandt, "I think you would like to come to the police station to take a record?"

Brandt had no reason to refuse, so he naturally followed them into the police station. It was at this time that he knew why BAU would come.

The only black car that was captured by the camera before, the time and place of picking up the victim are not fixed every time.These locations seem unconnected at first glance, but when all the locations are punctuated and connected on the map, the regional center formed happens to be the busiest street in Miami that never sleeps.

This neighborhood is famous for its many bars, ranging from high-end clubs to small taverns, elegant like a winery, crazy like an IrishBar, the street is full of everything.

Of course, there is no shortage of evil practices, pornographic transactions and drug gambling, which have been banned repeatedly.This kind of place is indeed a high-risk area. BAU's technical support Garcia called the monitoring overnight, and finally confirmed that all the victims had been here.

The bar became the next focus of investigation, which was also the information that Brandt heard from Debra before.And tonight, the Miami police officers and BAU detectives were investigating in groups. Halfway through, the police officers received a call from Brandt. After a brief description of the criminal, he believed that the other party fit the profile, so he called Rossi, who was closest to Bar Street, and asked them to take over the case.

Looking at Brant taking notes in the reception room, Jean Re pursed his lips, "I hope my premonition is correct."

Hodge patted him on the shoulder, "You've done a good job, JJ."

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Brant skipped Peter and explained what had happened. Before he left, he added: "Although the man is unconscious, but judging from his previous state, I have reason to suspect that he is unconscious, or that he The mental state is very bad.”

Rossi glanced at him and said affirmatively, "You know psychology very well."

Brandt said: "I don't know much about it, just dabbled a little."

Morgan happened to come over with a cup of coffee, and asked seemingly unintentionally: "Study psychology, are you planning to work for the police too? Debra told me that besides you, she also has an older brother who is also working for the police." I'm working as a forensic doctor, but unfortunately I've been busy recently and haven't seen each other. If you want to come, then the three of you brothers and sisters will all be public servants."

"Unfortunately, my current career plan is to become a psychiatrist. There are already three Morgans who have joined the police force, and I am not missing one."

Morgan said regretfully: "The psychiatrist is also good, I wish you success."

After the short chat, Brant bid farewell to Debra and left the police station. He followed the address left by Peter and searched for a fly hotel in several small alleys with no signboard.At the same time, the BAU agents in the police station were sitting together discussing him.

"Maybe we don't need to pay too much attention to him. Although Debra said that he was once controlled by bad guardians, at present, he is not aggressive and his mental state is healthy." Morgan said: "And when it comes to wanting to When he became a psychiatrist, he didn't lie."

"But he paid too much attention to us," Rossi said.

Reed silently added: "And judging from his appearance and the slight intermittent spasms in his hands, I have reason to suspect that the control that Officer Morgan mentioned is the kind of addictive control, that is, drugs."

Hodge also said: "When you mentioned another Mr Morgan, he had mood swings, which is a bit strange."

Morgan shrugged: "I understand, the occupational disease of profilers."

Rossi said: "Many unknown suspects are stable at first, but if they encounter a stimulus, they collapse very quickly."

Morgan protested, "You're already profiling him as a potential unsub?"

Hodge said: "Of course not. You said it too. Occupational disease. It's just subconscious profiling. But apart from the fact that he is your cousin, would you still refute us?"

"It's not really a rebuttal."

Morgan sighed: "I do care a little bit about the Morgan brothers here, but Brant is very stable, I'm sure of that."

"You are right." Hodge thought for a while, "We are too nervous."

Just as he was speaking, there was a hasty knock on the door of the conference room.

Before Hodge could say please come in, a Miami police officer slammed open the door, "There is a call from the hospital, and the suspect has escaped!"

Hodge stood up and asked incredulously, "How did you escape?"

"He suddenly went berserk, broke free from the restraints, injured the doctor and the police, jumped out of the window and ran."

"Jumped out of the window? Which floor?"

The police officer couldn't say a word: "Sixth floor, does he have superpowers?"

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