family history of mental illness

It is not known whether it is a super power, but everyone in the police station is subconsciously denying the results brought by this police officer.

They only finished comparing the suspect's car and confirmed that it belonged to the same car that picked up several victims in the surveillance. Before they could breathe a sigh of relief, they got the bad news that the suspect had escaped.

Still in a supernatural way, he jumped from the sixth floor and landed safely and unharmed.

"How did he do it?" Rhett blinked, full of surprise.

No one could answer.

Garcia's phone call came, and the identity of this person has been confirmed.His real name is Quincy Rich, 35 years old, he was originally a keeper of the zoo, but he suddenly disappeared for three days a year ago, and he seemed to be a different person when he reappeared.

Alert, panicked, and nervous, he claimed that he was being monitored and followed, and many people wanted to assassinate him. His medical records were marked as persecution delusions, but he refused to receive psychological treatment, and then quit his job, and never left the house. .

And at the end of last month, Rich's ex-wife died tragically and his daughter disappeared, and he walked out of the house again.Perhaps in order to make ends meet, he found a delivery job, providing cheap drinks to major bars.

"He walked out of the house and found a job, but he didn't go looking for his daughter?" Morgan held up the public mobile phone, unable to understand.

Garcia said affirmatively, "No."

Rossi asked sensitively, "What's his ex-wife's name?"

"Alia Angus. Wait..."

Garcia realized something.

Hodge added the second half of her sentence: "She was our first victim."

Not sure what the stimulus was, but apparently, Quincy Rich was their unsub.

"Okay guys." Hodge began to assign work, "Morgan is going to re-examine the scene of the first crime to see if there are any missing clues."

Morgan inserted the pistol into his lower back, "Understood."

"JJ remains at the police station and will notify me of any information that may be helpful."

Let the heat nod, "Understood."

Hodge made a final addition: "Rosie and Emily continued to track down the whereabouts of Unsub, and each time the new victim disappeared, the previous one was killed, which means that there should be at least one survivor in his hand The hostages. I will investigate the properties of Rich and his ex-wife, trying to find possible secret rooms. Our time is running out, we must do our best to rescue the hostages!"

Rosie and Emily got ready to go, "No problem."

Reid looked at this and that, and finally raised his hand cautiously when everyone was about to leave, "Then... what about me?"

The meeting room fell silent.

Hodge coughed lightly, and solemnly said in a tone without guilt: "You stay and guard the rear with JJ, we need your judgment and analysis ability, Rhett."

Rhett said a little excitedly: "Okay...Okay, I understand, I will do well."

Hodge and his big brother Rossi looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief.

Can he say that this field trip is too dangerous, that the unsub is full of weirdness, that Reid, who is at the bottom of physical fitness and has a negative marksmanship, is better to stay at the base camp and not make trouble in the past?

In order to appease the children's fragile hearts, Hodge chose a detour.Looks like it works well?

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After searching around for nearly three hours, Brant finally found the small hotel that Peter mentioned in a dark alley.

There is no signboard, the walls are peeling, the gate is rusty, the shallow pit at the gate is piled up with domestic garbage and yellowing water stains, all in all it is a pretty bad place.

Brant walked in, and the environment inside was even more cramped and cramped. You could even see scantily clad girls at the corner, and strong men covered in tattoos...it was really not suitable for a teenager to live in.

He went to the counter to inquire about Peter's room. The boss threw a tattered registration book for the visitor to help himself. He sighed, but Brant didn't take the registration book and called Peter directly. to people.

By the time they drove home again, it was past 01:30 am.

Neil was already sound asleep, but the girl who was in a bad state of mind before did not come over.

"What are you looking for?" Peter asked.

Brant looked away and just said, "I'm wondering where you should live."

Peter began to feel embarrassed again: "Actually, I can just sleep on the sofa."

"Then Neil, who got up to drink water in the middle of the night, sat up and woke up?"

Emmm...

Peter gave in: “That’s trouble for you.”

Brant made a decision: "You can sleep in Jason's room first, the other rooms haven't been cleaned up yet."

"Jason? Do I need to meet a new roommate?"

"He doesn't live here for the time being, and it won't be too late to get to know each other later."

Since he couldn't reveal that Jason was the red hood in the bar, Brandt quickly ended the topic, took Peter out of Jason's room, and pushed open the door.

The room looked normal, and the bed was neatly folded, but—why wasn't the mess made last night when he sewed the hood up?Why do the curtains have to be drawn so tightly that the room is gloomy?Why are there two hand-painted abstract paintings pasted on the door and even filled with darts?

This didn't look like a serious person's room, and Peter took half a step back in fright.

Brant went in, put the broken scissors on the cabinet, threw the discarded wool into the trash can, and opened the curtains again. The sunlight flooded the room, making it look much more comfortable.

Peter put his backpack—all his possessions—on the chair, and finally began to survey the makeshift abode.

"Hey, Brant, what's that painted on it?"

The abstract painting full of darts on the door panel attracted Peter's attention. When Brant took a closer look, he realized that the two paintings were very different.Although they are all portraits of people with distorted facial features and no appearance, the one with green hair and big mouth is full of darts, but the one next to it is dressed in black and wears a mask with cat ears. It was full of darts, and it missed the person in the painting at all.

This is very discriminatory.

Brant pulled out the dart and put it in a drawer, let Peter have an early rest, and went back to his room.

After dawn, I introduced Peter to Neil, and it was considered a complete move-in.Although Neil didn't quite understand when Brant became a psychiatrist behind his back, it didn't matter. Obviously, he cared more about the biscuits the mother-in-law next door baked today than these things.

And it wasn't until that afternoon that the girl in a bad state of mind finally knocked on the door of Brant's house.

According to her own statement, her name is Julie Cosmo, she is a college student, and she has been out of school for nearly a year in order to avoid assassination.

The girl stood stiffly at the door. Brandt tried to make her relax, and he began to approach her briskly, "Can I call you Julie? I thought you would arrive yesterday, but I didn't expect you to come today. What happened? ?"

Julie didn't answer but asked instead: "You said before that you can let me hide in your house, does it still count?"

Brandt said, "Of course."

The atmosphere eased, and Julie was not so on guard. Under Brandt's repeated invitation, she left the hallway and walked into the house.

Brant rented a small two-story villa, which sounded good, but it was not very big, with few rooms.He and Neil occupied the master bedroom and the second bedroom, Jason and Peter lived in the only guest room, and there was a utility room and a study room, all of which were on the second floor.

The first floor is the kitchen, dining room and living room. After all, there is only a small attic on the top floor, which is easy to tidy up and can take care of Julie’s fragile nerves—this kind of small room on a high place will give a sense of security—it’s really Perfect choice.

Julie looked at it and looked very satisfied.She said that she could clean up without help, so Brant closed the door considerately, and went downstairs with Neil.

Neil teased in a low voice: "Is this the 'heroine' you called last night?"

He raised his eyebrows, and gave Brandt a knowing look: "It's sweet, I didn't expect you to like this."

Brandt explained: "It's not that kind of relationship. I didn't make it clear yesterday because of the tight schedule. Julie was almost kidnapped. Another kind child and I rescued her. Seeing that she had nowhere to go, let her come to our place first. .”

Neil looked him up and down, questioning on his face: "Are you so kind?" He didn't believe that Brant had such abundant sympathy.

Brandt put on an aggrieved expression: "This is what I said, Jason met by chance, and I have helped many times?"

"So, what are you planning?"

"Actually, if we really want to talk about the purpose, there is one."

Neil looked at him eagerly for knowledge.

The excessive focus on Jason and the issue of universe fusion are really not suitable for Neil to mention, so Brandt had to skip it and talk about Julie: "She has delusions of being persecuted, and the story in the delusions is still complete. A little curious and a little concerned.”

Neil made a reasonable guess: "So, you want to use her as a guinea pig for the experiment?"

In a way, Neil's guess is not wrong, although the purpose of this "white mouse" is somewhat different from what he thought.

Brandt doesn't need anyone to add to his treatment methods. What he wants to study is how to violate his ability.

And now, he has an idea.

Brant said optimistically: "Come on, let's finish the dinner first, and it's your turn to cook today, Neil. After we have dinner together, I'll find the most relaxing time to conduct the first psychological counseling... "

Brandt said Shi Shiran turned around, and then froze in place.

Julie was standing at the corner of the stairs!

Her face was hidden in the shadows, no expression could be seen, and she didn't know how long she had been listening.

Neil stuck out his tongue and got into the kitchen, while Brant looked away guiltily.

Holding on to the handrail of the stairs, Julie walked down step by step, and asked softly, "Do you think I'm sick?"

Brant watched her silently.

Seriously, are you sick, do you really have no AC number in your heart?

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Brother Tong's mental journey when throwing darts

Brother Bucket to Lord Chou:

Die, die, die, die...

Barrel vs. Bat:

Why don't you come to me?

Why not kill him?

Why have a new partner?

You don't love me anymore, I won't play with you anymore!

I'm going to mess with you and get your attention!

You can only have me in your heart_(:з」∠)_