family history of mental illness

The air seemed to stagnate.

Julie's tone can definitely be called calm, but at this time, calm is the biggest problem.

But Brandt turned a blind eye and said bluntly: "You really don't feel something wrong, about your assassination theory?"

Julie tightened her fingers on the armrest, and her tone became urgent: "Why do you say that?"

Brandt walked towards her slowly: "People who have never met before are going to kill you, and most of them are ordinary people who have not been trained. of?"

"I……"

Brandt pointed out bluntly: "You don't have amazing wealth, you don't have impressive talents, you don't even have beauty to confuse people's hearts, why are you being assassinated? Or did you see something you shouldn't see, such as a crime scene or something? ?”

"I don't know. But they just show up. When I'm being followed, I can even hear them talking about how to kill me. I hide in the house, and the voices of the next door swearing at me can also get into my brain. I'm fed up Already!"

"So don't reject me, I want to understand what you've been through, and I can help you." Brant looked at her and said sharply, "You don't want to continue like this in the future, do you?"

Julie struggled, and Brandt added to the fire: "As you said, I have never appeared with you..."

He raised his hand and tapped his temple: "So I'm harmless to you."

Julie finally made up her mind, "You're right, but I'll only try once."

"Of course." Brant led her to the sofa and sat down: "But there must be a cycle."

Julie tentatively said, "An hour?"

"I'm not God!" Brant almost choked: "Three days. Give me three days. If my guess is correct, three days should be enough."

Three days is enough for him to study his own abilities. As for the extent to which Julie will recover, it is out of his consideration. At least, it will not be worse than now.

Brandt moved a folding chair and sat in front of Julie, explaining his next behavior to her: "Relax, I'm going to hypnotize you now."

Julie pursed her lips and nodded.

Brandt pulled out a pendulum out of nowhere, and shook it in front of Julie's eyes: "Do you feel very relaxed, and your consciousness is gradually falling asleep?"

Julie said honestly, "No."

"That's right." Brant flickered: "But you can definitely feel that your brain is empty and your body is starting to relax... Now, close your eyes and don't think about anything..."

Julie closed her eyes. Brandt was still swinging the pendulum dutifully with one hand, and swung the other hand in front of her eyes. Then he slowly moved forward, and he was about to touch the other person's forehead...

"what are you going to do?"

Immediately afterwards, he was interrupted by a question that suddenly appeared in his consciousness.

"Obviously, interfere with her brain." Brandt said naturally.

"You can't do that." Omir said quietly.

Brandt knowingly asked, "What can't be done?"

"You can't invade the brains of ordinary people without authorization."

"She is not an ordinary person, as you said, she is the target patient, a psychopath."

Omir didn't listen to his nonsense: "But you refused me to add her to the schedule. She is not your patient, and you have no right to treat her."

Brant suddenly fell silent, and Omer seemed to sense something was wrong, and gradually stopped protesting.

There was a sudden silence in the memory palace, and after a long time, maybe soon, there was a sudden chuckle.

Omir opened the tome with some guilt: "What are you laughing at?"

"Think you're funny."

Brant looked at Julie, who was close to her fingertips, and heard Omir's guilty voice in his consciousness, and suddenly felt that now was a very good time to test Omir's identity.

He knows that Omer is not a system, but what is he?

Sure enough, Omir blew his hair as he expected: "Interesting? Me?" He seemed to think that the word placed on him was a bit ridiculous, and he said dissatisfiedly: "You can only intervene in the target patient. The system empowers you, and there are Take back your rights, if you insist... what are you doing!"

His body tensed up, and Omir almost tore the bulk of the book to pieces. He looked at Brandt whose finger had poked Julie's forehead at some point, and his scalp was about to explode.

"you can not!"

"Obviously, I can."

As soon as the voice fell, the tentacles of consciousness exploded suddenly. Although the resistance was several times higher than before and the progress was extremely slow, these consciousness bodies did successfully establish a connection in Julie's brain.

Successful.

Brandt glanced at Omir: "It seems that the system's control over abilities is not very strong?"

For the first time, Omir's voice was so urgent: "Come back!"

Brandt felt that Omer's attitude was a bit strange, but this did not prevent him from divergent thinking: "Maybe you are just a parasite in my brain, or a homeless alien creature, and it has nothing to do with my abilities?"

The sound of flipping the book had long since stopped, and Omir repeated in a tense voice: "Take back your abilities."

"Does the system really exist? Or is it just your fabrication, just for me to use my ability to provide you with...uh...energy? Or something else?"

That's too late……

Omir sighed, no longer asked him to take back his ability, and finally answered his question directly: "Of course the system exists. If it weren't for the system, you wouldn't be able to pass through the chaotic flow of time and space. It is the system that blocks most of the chaotic energy for you. That’s why it lacks functions or even scraps it!”

"So." Brandt successfully raised the corners of his lips: "The system is scrapped, so who are you?"

Omir watched him silently.

I don't know when it started, the resistance disappeared, and more and larger tentacles of consciousness poured out continuously than before.

The sophisticated brain was magnified countless times and projected in front of the eyes, and the surrounding scene became a blue-black space. The furniture and people disappeared, leaving only the entire transparent huge brain.

Brant felt that he had become very small. Facing the huge monster in front of him, those conscious bodies that seemed to be an extension of his own thinking exploded and stretched from his fingertips, bypassing functional areas, avoiding neurons, and penetrating cell tissue, almost in a few seconds. In a short time, it covers the entire brain!

He can feel that this is no longer mere intervention, if he wants, he can even manipulate or destroy it!

God?

For the first time, Brant realized the meaning of the name of this Secondary [-] skill.

……

The tentacles of consciousness were still pouring out frantically, and they began to become uncontrollable, and Brandt finally realized that something was wrong.

Omir finally broke the silence. He said softly: "No matter who I am, my existence is for you to protect, not to hurt." His expression at this time was very strange, and what was even more strange Brant was actually touched by this. He couldn't understand this strange feeling of connectedness.

The blood vessels in the right arm began to be overwhelmed, and the roots burst, and the oozing blood stained the ground.

Julie's memory was copied and ripped out by the consciousness body, and then stuffed into Brandt's brain. The huge and mixed memory almost burst his brain, even with a memory palace like a plug-in, it still exceeded the load.

The lights of the Memory Palace began to flicker frequently, and the computers occupying the four walls froze one after another. Brandt's eyelids became heavier and heavier. With a "plop", the chair tipped over and he fell to the ground.

He lost consciousness, and his image in the memory palace also became blurred. Omir picked up Brant, who was about to disappear, and gently put him on the bed.

"Deep coma is very dangerous." He raised his finger and pressed it lightly on Brant's forehead. He didn't know what he did, and the image of the consciousness that was about to collapse became much more solidified: "Light sleep Enough."

Omir looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction, then ran to the computer in resignation, and restarted it one by one.

He looked back at the sleeping young man on the bed, and muttered: "Since I was a child, I have always been so disobedient..."

……

Near dusk, there was the sound of the door opening from the Xuanhuan Department. Neil, who spent almost every day at the neighbor's house, finally returned home with a small basket.

He changed his shoes and said, "Brant, guess what Mrs. Colin prepared for you? I told him last time you bought a bunch of fruit tart biscuits, haha, like a child, Mrs. Colin Today, I specially made a basket of biscuits for you, all for you..."

After Neil changed his shoes, he turned around and saw the tragic situation in the living room. Brant fell into a pool of blood, his arm was still bleeding, and he had fallen into a coma. The girl who came in the afternoon was sitting on the sofa with her eyes closed, watching It doesn't look like there's any obvious scars.

He pushed Julie hard, and the girl woke up slowly.

Neil asked her, "What's going on here?"

Still drowsy, Julie said startled and dazed: "I don't know, Morgan said he would treat me, he tried to hypnotize me, and I fell asleep..."

"Is there any abnormal sound?"

"I... I sleep very deeply, I rarely do this..." Fear and guilt tormented her: "Is the person who wants to kill me, did he kill Brant?"

Neil didn't have time to comfort the girl right now. He tried his best to change Brant's position to hinder the blood flow, dialed the emergency number, and quickly reported the address.

Forgot to close the door, it was left open.Peter, who went home for dinner on time, saw the tragedy at home as soon as he arrived at the door.

He was stunned for a moment: "Boob... What's wrong with Brant!"

Neil took the time to explain: "Don't know yet, but I called an ambulance"

Peter was still very worried: "I just came back from outside. The road is blocked at this time. Will the ambulance come in time?"

Neil also felt pessimistic, but there was no other way at the moment.

He didn't dare to move much, so he could only take out the medical kit and do some simple hemostasis. I don't know if it was a psychological effect, but Neil felt that the bleeding from Brant's right arm was getting better.

Peter didn't see this scene, he was only thinking about how to get the ambulance to arrive quickly, and after thinking about it, he thought of a way.

"I'll go out for a while!" He said, picked up his backpack, and ran out the door without giving others time to react.

Peter ran into the alley, quickly changed his battle clothes, stuffed the changed clothes into his backpack, and took a deep breath.The launcher popped out spider webs frequently, and Peter was flying forward in mid-air.

Where he passed, there were crowds screaming and evading, and police cars chasing after them, but Peter didn't care about these. He quickly swung to the intersection and found his target—an ambulance blocked at the intersection.

Release the spider web and easily land on the roof of the ambulance.

"Dong dong dong." He hung up and knocked on the rear car door: "Excuse me, are you going to the ambulance at Morgan's house in the next block?"

The doctor wearing a mask opened the door: "Yes. The police will clear the way immediately, but there may be some delay."

His voice was very calm, as if the exaggerated existence in tights and jumping from the sky in front of him was no different from ordinary people in his eyes.

Peter said, "I can take someone there first, and let you do some first aid first."

"Okay, I'll go with you."

The doctor who opened the door for him accepted his proposal. He collected some first aid supplies and portable equipment, and put his arm around Peter's shoulders: "Hurry up."

"no problem!"

Peter was really fast, and within 5 minutes of leaving, he brought back a doctor.Neil looked at the tight-fitting weirdo who suddenly barged in, and asked warily, "Who are you?"

Only then did Peter realize that he brought the doctor in a flash of his brain, but only Brant knew that he was Peter, and Neil didn't. How could he explain it now?

Peter stammered and said, "I, I'm Miami's good neighbor Spider-Man. I mean, I saw the ambulance blocked at the intersection. I was afraid of delaying the rescue, so I asked for the address and sent a doctor first... ..."

While he was talking, the doctor walked up to Brant. After he squatted down to check the wound, he performed some more professional hemostasis operations, and stopped treating him.

Neil's expression was a little embarrassed.

Peter asked nervously, "How is the patient, doctor?"

The doctor took off the mask silently: "Patient? The patient slept soundly."

He said blankly, "It's a good thing you brought me here, if it was later, the wound would have healed."

Peter swears, he absolutely saw the doctor roll his eyes just now!

Neil... Neil looked even more embarrassed.

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Omir’s identity has already been guessed by a cutie a long time ago, it’s amazing _(:з」∠)_