family history of mental illness

"Gotham?" Neil shook his head. "I haven't heard of it. Maybe the mosquito will know. He has always been my encyclopedia. How about I call and ask?"

"No need for now." Brandt tried to pull out his arm again, but the opponent's hand was so strong that he still couldn't pull it out.

To make matters worse, perhaps because he didn't get a satisfactory answer, the bandage man began to show aggression.He suddenly leaned forward, bent his knees and slammed into Brant's waist and abdomen.

Brant's right hand was caught, so he could only block with his left hand in embarrassment. Every attack of the opponent was fierce and precise, targeting at the fatal point of the person. It took him a lot of effort to suppress the opponent.

But it wasn't over yet, the bandaged man writhed and struggled as if he didn't know the pain, so he had no choice but to find the back of his neck, and knocked the man unconscious with a little force, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Is it... a patient who escaped?" Neil pointed to his temple, raised his chin, with a look that you understand, "The kind that went wrong here."

It's no wonder that Neil thought so, because that person was indeed delirious and aggressive, like a patient who had escaped from some mental hospital.

"I'm not sure if it's a patient. He wasn't wearing a hospital gown, and he didn't have any identification clues on his body. But this guy has definitely received professional training, and all his attacks are aimed at the deadly point." He lifted the bandage as he spoke. One arm of the man stretched over his neck to his shoulder, half-lifted and half-carried him to the side of the car, and asked Neil to give him a hand, and put him horizontally on the back seat of the car.

When moving, the bandage on the man's face loosened and fell off, revealing a face that was too young.

Neil couldn't help clicking his tongue, "Is there a 17-year-old? He still looks like a minor."

Brandt looked at him condescendingly, the boy looked much more pleasing when he was unconscious.The fine short black hair sticks to the cheeks obediently, the eyelashes are long and curled, the lips are thin, and the face looks like something between a teenager and a young man. It is just a bit of a tough prototype, and more of it is still immature, an illusion of being well-behaved.

He really doesn't look big, at most he won't exceed it, but judging from the previous confrontation, he must have been trained professionally and systematically since he was a child.

This reminded him of himself involuntarily, and gave birth to a feeling of sympathy.

Brandt actually had a normal childhood at the beginning, living with his adoptive parents, younger sister, and younger brother.

But the accident happened when he was 14 years old.

That year, my younger brother Dexter was always out of his mind. He guessed that the other party might have had a girlfriend, or did some bad things secretly, such as smoking and drinking secretly. Everyone knows that this is adolescence trouble.

He was a little worried, so when the other party went out nervously again, he followed.

Dexter didn't go on a date, nor did he go to the bar. He bought a fruit knife and a hand shovel at a convenience store, walked five streets, walked into a grove in the suburbs, and caught a sparrow.

He pierced the sparrow's wings with a knife, split, bled, and buried. This was a massacre. His techniques were rough, but skilled enough.

Seeing Dexter's expression change from tense to relieved, Brant faintly sensed that something was wrong with his brother.What worried him even more was that he, who was supposed to be angry and terrified by this, had no waves in his heart.

It was as if everything that happened in front of my eyes was no different from cutting a sandwich.

This is definitely not the reaction a normal person should have!

He fled.

When he was young, he didn't tell anyone about this matter, and consciously kept it a secret for Dexter, but then, within half a month, his adoptive father Harry still found out that something was wrong with his youngest son.

Harry is a policeman, and he knows that raising such a child is not an easy task.

Perhaps for fear of affecting Brant, or for other considerations, Brant was sent by his adoptive father to a friend who was also a policeman in a neighboring state for foster care.

Needless to say, this was a very bad decision.

Because no one could have imagined that the adoptive father's friend was a corrupt policeman with bad morals.

Accepting bribes, killing people for false credit, and having ties with black forces are more education than training to Brandt.He wanted to train Brant to be his own dog, but he didn't expect to harvest a wolf that devoured the master.

At the age of 20, he smashed the three major gangs in his jurisdiction and sent the guardian to prison with his own hands.

It was all over, but he couldn't climb out of the abyss.

Although he was enlightened by the honest policeman, he lacked empathy and a sense of good and evil, which made Brandt a little panicked.

He consulted many books and listened to many lectures, and finally determined that the problem lies in the brain, but the current medical condition cannot be cured at all, and only some psychotropic drugs can alleviate and maintain it.

So he's a psycho?

He has to go to a mental hospital for treatment?

Don't even think about it!

Brant left the city, instead of going to Harry and Dexter, and hid alone to recover from his drug addiction.Afterwards, he traveled around, looking for a cure for his brain. It was also at this time that he met Neal and the mosquito.

Neal is a master of deception, Mosquito is the database and logistics, and he is a combatant. They have worked together a few times and they fit well.

This time, he also felt that he was getting better. He wanted to go to Miami to see his younger brother. Neil was being chased by the FBI again, and he planned to change the activity area to avoid the limelight.

I just didn't expect the road to be quite rough. First, the car broke down twice, and then hit the boy with bandages. Now the front of the car is completely flattened, and it is impossible to drive again.

It was still far away from Miami, and Brandt was already starting to worry.

……

The boy wasn't awake yet, but his life was not in danger, and Neil was finally in the mood for a joke.

"Tell me, don't the two of us look like dangerous elements who kill people and throw their bodies?"

Brant didn't have time to pay attention to him, because something was buzzing in his head from the very beginning.

It appeared in the middle of the fight, the sound was still very low, and he ignored it when he was busy subduing the boy, but now the sound is getting louder, and it has begun to affect his actions.

Concentrating his mind, he tried hard to discern that it was a seemingly invisible consciousness, which became clearer and clearer, and finally conveyed the information into his brain.

"Find the target patient, whether to activate the psychiatric rescue system."

"What are you?" Brant pressed his temples firmly, the feeling of being invaded made him horrified, he concentrated and tried his best to build a high wall for the memory palace, trying to expel that wisp of consciousness, "Leave my brain!"

"Brant, son of Jack, a visitor from another world..." The consciousness said unhurriedly, "You need my help, and I need your help. Don't reject me anymore, try to accept it."

The content conveyed by the consciousness is very strange to him, he doesn't know who Jack is, he doesn't understand any other worlds, and he doesn't want to accept any inexplicable things.

However, the consciousness is still bewitching, "Accept me, you will get a complete you."

"I think I'm complete."

"Lies. You have already noticed those dreams, haven't you." The consciousness released the bait, "Maybe you need a deposit?"

"Don't peek at my memory again." Brant said dissatisfiedly, the next moment, without warning, a familiar yet strange memory was forcefully stuffed into his brain.

A quiet town, loving parents, a stinky brother, a cute little brother, a man in black who broke in, a cold container, a broken mother, and the boundless ocean of blood...

He remembered it all.

He was kidnapped when he was 5 years old, and his mother was brutally dismembered by the murderer. On that day, the three brothers in the container cuddled each other tightly in a pool of blood, and spent three full days in grief and fear.The eldest brother covered their eyes, but he kept his eyes wide open, looking at everything through his fingers in vain.

He must remember these people firmly.

But what's ridiculous is that when the police came and they were rescued, he somehow forgot everything.

Later, his mother's police friend adopted him and Dexter, but the eldest brother was considered irreversibly traumatized and sent to a mental hospital for treatment, and he has never been able to see each other.

"How about it, are you satisfied with what you got?" Consciousness finally began to close the net.

Brant closed his eyes without saying a word. When he opened them again, there was no ripple in those dark green eyes, and all the hatred, remorse, and anger were calmed down and covered in indifference.

He heard his own calm voice, "What am I going to pay."

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