family history of mental illness

Neil had never experienced such embarrassment in his life.

He was sure that Brant was bleeding profusely and was in danger, so he called an ambulance.But the poisonous thing was that the bleeding stopped abruptly as soon as the phone was hung up.

Neil didn't notice this at first, but felt that Brant's bleeding was not so fast, and thought that his simple first aid to stop the bleeding had worked. It wasn't until he wiped his arm lightly not long ago that he realized that there was nothing but blood on his arm. A scratch that was obviously caused by a fall and a knock, but there is no wound!

Where did the blood all over the ground come from?

The paramedics carried Brant into the belated ambulance, and the accompanying nurses put him on a bottle.Only then did the doctor give Neil a relatively reliable explanation: "It's like blood leaking out of the epidermis from a ruptured blood vessel."

"Where did it come from? No trauma." Neil couldn't understand: "And why did the blood vessel rupture? How did it heal?"

The doctor pushed his glasses, and said in a decisive manner: "The specific situation needs further diagnosis, but don't worry, the patient's life is not in danger, and he should wake up soon, with a little anemia at most."

Neil was not at ease. Brant's bleeding and hemostasis were quite strange, so it would be safer to check.He thanked Spider-Man who helped bring the doctor, and watched him leave with spider webs, then bent down and got into the ambulance, intending to follow him to the hospital.

The sound of the vehicle engine sounded, and the accompanying nurse came over and urged in a low voice: "Doctor Edward, take the patient back to the hospital first."

As she spoke, she stretched out her hand and gestured to close the car door.

"Wait a minute."

The doctor held down her hand, subconsciously glanced at the driver, and said seemingly unintentionally, "You're not John. I remember when John was driving?"

The doctor didn't speak, but the accompanying nurse said, "John's heart is not good, and he felt a little uncomfortable before, so the hospital sent a new driver to take over."

The doctor glanced at her, didn't speak, but still didn't let her close the car door, and the atmosphere was a little weird for a while.

Suddenly, a pair of hands landed on the doctor's shoulders, and something was pressed against his lower back. The shape and texture were like pistols!He looked back and saw another medical staff accompanying him.

Taking advantage of the time when the doctor was distracted, the nurse closed the door with a "bang".

The engine roared and the ambulance sped away.

"You are not the accompanying nurse this time." The doctor's voice was calm: "Who are you?"

This development was really weird. Neil was sitting by the door. He wanted to find a chance to pry the lock open, but before he could move, another pistol was placed against his head.

It was a fake nurse who took off her mask. She proudly said, "The dead don't need to know that much."

This time the voice was no longer disguised, it was completely different from the previous voice.

She urged the driver: "When can I arrive?"

The driver estimated, "About half an hour."

"Quicker."

The driver was embarrassed: "But this is the urban area..."

"Find out your own way." The fake nurse ordered coldly: "I will arrive at the base in 15 minutes."

The leader of this small group was obviously the fake nurse, so the driver just clicked his tongue, stepped on the accelerator to the maximum, and drove out in a rampage.

The car became bumpy, and the threatening pistol was pulled away. Neil observed the situation, nodded Brant with his chin, and asked the doctor in a low voice: "You said he will wake up soon, probably By when?"

The doctor also lowered his voice back to him: "He can't wake up."

"What do you mean?"

"Everyone in the car has been swapped, and the woman took great pains to disguise her voice, obviously coming prepared. What do you think is in the original nutrient solution?"

Neil looked at the bottle, which was given to Brant by a fake nurse. Even if it wasn't a harmful substance, it would be a tranquilizer, a drug or something that restricts physical strength.

So here comes the question, Brant who can fight is useless, what can he do with "techniques"?

The fake nurse laughed: "You're right, this is a tranquilizer for a mad lion, do you think he'll wake up!"

Something is wrong...

But thinking about it this way, Neil still said awkwardly: "I think it can."

As soon as the words fell, Brandt's eyelashes trembled as if to prove it, and then he opened his eyes suddenly.

He lay on a stretcher and stared at the fake nurse looking down at him for a full minute.

Then, amidst everyone's exclamation, he shrank his waist and abdomen forcefully, and sat up straight.

Neil said pleasantly, "I love my mouth so much."

Brant's eyes were wide open, and he looked at him without blinking: "If you don't talk, I also like it."

Neil: "???"

Brant pulled off the infusion needle with stiff arms, and both pistols turned to point at him.

The fake nurse was in disbelief: "How could you possibly wake up?"

Brant asked with a stiff face, "Who sent you here?"

"Even if you wake up, so what, after infusing such a large dose of sedative fluid, it's still not fish on the chopping board."

Brant took a look at her, and then whispered to Neil and the doctor, "Hold on to the armrests." As soon as he finished speaking, before giving anyone time to react, he suddenly stared at the driver. The next second, the driver's body began to move. It became uncontrollable, and the ambulance slammed on the brakes. Except for Neil and the doctor who subconsciously obeyed the order and held on to the handrail, everyone fell forward inertially.

At this moment, the muzzle of the gun was pressed to the ground, and Brandt thumped it with stiff arms, only to hear two muffled "dong dong", and the pistol fell to the ground.

The car drove steadily again, and the fake nurse was furious: "Can you drive!" However, the driver drove the car mechanically like a puppet, and did not respond.The fake nurse felt a little nervous and asked Brandt, "What did you do?"

Brant just repeated: "Who sent you?"

Seeing that the general situation was over, the fake nurse didn't cooperate, and Brandt didn't ask her any more, but suddenly reached out and grabbed the top of her head upside down, the tentacles of consciousness invaded forcefully, and under the rough stirring, he quickly found what he wanted. the answer you want.

"Chris...?" Brandt frowned.

The fake nurse collapsed on the ground. He looked at the driver again, slowly raised his right hand, shook it slightly in the air, and then grabbed it violently. The driver trembled, completely unable to control his body, and could only watch helplessly. , The ambulance rushed forward again frantically.

"pay close attention!"

After Brant finished speaking, he only heard a muffled "bang", and the whole front of the car slammed into a tree by the roadside, and then barely stopped.

The world is very quiet.

It took nearly 5 minutes before everything seemed to recover. Neil pried open the car door, and the three survivors jumped out one after another. In the entire ambulance, only the driver with a bad head and blood was left, and the driver behind him because of the impact. Two fake paramedics in a coma.

This can be regarded as the afterlife.

Neil took away the two pistols and looked at Brant with concern: "How do you feel now?"

An imperceptible excitement flashed in Brant's eyes: "It feels great."

Brant slowly grasped his fingers, shook his arms lightly, took tentative steps, and jumped. Although his face was expressionless, his movements were a little stiff, but Neil didn't know why, but felt that this guy seemed... quite the caper?

This is a bit strange.

This doesn't look like an attempt to resume action after being injected with sedation, more like...someone who has never had a chance to touch the world, trying to control the body for the first time...

Neil shivered violently.He looked at Brant, who was still doing various movements, and gradually frowned.

"Brant?" he called tentatively.

The other party responded quickly: "Neil, what do you want me to do?"

He was still probing: "Hey, the model we promised to bring to the mosquito last time almost failed, after all, it almost died."

The other party also answered without any flaws: "Model? I don't remember ever agreeing to such a thing."

Every answer was perfect, but Neil still felt full of disobedience. He put away his laughing expression and became more serious.He looked at Brant and asked calmly, "Who are you?"

"As you can see, I'm Brant."

Neil was unmoved: "You are not him, although you pretend to be like him."

"Wow." This 'Brant' was almost amazed, he smiled stiffly: "Then who do you think I am?"

"I don't know." Neil pursed his lips: "But you must not be him."

"Well, since I guessed it, I won't hide it anymore." He finally admitted: "I'm not Brant, you can call me... Omir."

"Porridge?"

Omir: "..."

Damn it, name it Waste Brant!

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This damn name is Brant!

This autistic named waste frog Benwa_(:з」∠)_