family history of mental illness

The press in Miami has been buzzing lately.

First, there was the serial murder case that was suppressed by the residents for nearly a month, and then there was the riot murder case in the mental hospital.

And this morning, because of a video of a man in a tight suit leading the way for an emergency doctor accidentally captured by a passerby, a new favorite of the media like a comic book hero was born.

#Miami street superhuman, destroyer or savior? #

#spider silk!mask!Tights!Spider-Man is born out of the sky, clearing the way for the ambulance! #

#The tragic childhood behind the spider man, what you don't know! #

#Spiderman or become a serial killer, another major threat in Miami, we must be vigilant! #……

Peter sat on the roof of the building, with his legs dangling in the air, and took a bite of the sandwich angrily: "It's Spider-Man, not Spider-Man! Maybe I should have a Twitter account in this world?

ah!It's so annoying, the identity issue hasn't been settled yet, and I can't get Twitter..."

Peter was troubled, but Brant was more troubled than him.

He regained consciousness only at noon the next day.Omir didn't deliberately hide it anymore, he also quickly learned about his personality, and even got lucky, and recalled the sporadic fragments of getting along back then.

Brant felt that the world is really small: "So the person you mentioned earlier was me?"

Taking off the vest made Omir a little at a loss, so he had to say with a straight face: "If you recover, I will take back control of your body and let you come out."

"No rush." ​​Brant sat cross-legged in the memory palace, and suddenly said: "Speaking of which, looking at you now, I suddenly feel a little craving for oatmeal."

Omir: "..."

Omir's face turned green.

Brant accepted it as soon as he saw it: "Okay, I'll stay here for a while, just to study Julie's memory, so I'll give you the control for a while." He said with a relaxed expression, "Go and eat fruit." Ta, I still have half a bag left in the refrigerator, don’t you want to taste it yourself?”

Will he be so kind?

Omer was very skeptical, but the fact is that Brandt's changes are really great.From the previous vigilance and temptation to the current relaxation and tolerance, it is hardly the same person.

Is it a strange system, or a personality that depended on each other in childhood, is there such a big difference?

If I knew it earlier, I would have told him earlier.

Omir, who was slumped on the sofa and happily ate a fruit tart biscuit, thought so.

Brant didn't know what Omer was thinking, he was so upset that he didn't have time to think about it.

Julie's memory is too large, and the computer crashed before. Although Omir helped to restart and compress it, it was still difficult to digest.After spending the whole afternoon, he has not finished reading it, but he has already realized some problems.

Julie's mother, who died young, had a record of psychiatric medical treatment, and Brandt suspected that she also had some genetic problems.

But her attack was very strange.

Julie has been acting normal until a year ago when she went to a familiar orphanage as a volunteer, and when she came back, she claimed that the drinking water in the orphanage had been poisoned, and the fantasy of being murdered was out of control ever since.

She also reported to the police, but the director and the orphans had a physical examination, and the water body itself was also sent for inspection, and there was no problem, so the matter was left alone.

A year ago, orphanage, poison... The familiar words made Brant frown. He hoped that he was worrying too much, but there are some things that must be verified before he can rest assured.

Omir sensed Brant's urgency, and gave up his body to the other party quite consciously: "I am satisfied, and I will return my body to you."

This time, Brant didn't push back, and the mental body was reconnected to the body. This is a rather miraculous process. To be honest, it's a bit like falling from the clouds to the ground, very solid and safe.

He grabbed a coat casually, and just as he was about to go to the bar, he bumped into Julie who was going downstairs.

Julie stood in front of him and stared at him for a long time.

Brant put on his coat, looked up and found that she was still in front, and couldn't help asking, "Is there anything wrong with me?"

Julie said, "No, you're right now."

"Ok?"

"Before, you were like another person. I didn't come to you. Now I can finally ask, what's the matter with me? What happened to you yesterday?"

Brandt: "..."

Omir, how bad is your disguise?Why can't anyone be fooled?Oh...it doesn't seem to be the case, Brant thought of the boy Peter who took a sandwich early in the morning and ran away without a trace. He really didn't notice it at all, and he was a different person.

Brandt recalled the previous examination results and explained as simply as possible: "Your brain has not been damaged, there are no tangled nerve fibers, and there are no blood clots or damaged functional areas, except for an inconspicuous piece under the temporal lobe. fan-shaped shadow."

Julie pressed, "What does that mean?"

"There is a problem with your temporal lobe. It is a certain tissue in the brain that can help you process auditory information. If there is a lesion, there may be auditory hallucinations and the like."

Julie was somewhat resistant to this answer, "You mean those who assassinate and monitor me are all my fantasies?"

"It's just a possible consequence of damage to the temporal lobe, not the cause of your problem," Brandt said. "I'm here to find out."

"Go...outside?" Julie blinked: "Find the reason for my brain problem?"

Brant ignored the other party's doubts, but only told him: "If you stay here, those people should not be able to find you. Neil can protect you at critical times."

Julie asked, "Where are you going?"

Brant grabbed the car keys and opened the door: "I'm going to verify some things."

"We can't wait for tomorrow to verify anything. I've prepared all the love dinners." Neil just came out with a plate, and he couldn't help but said.

Brandt waved at them: "Eat more, don't keep my meal..."

The sound of closing the door with a "bang" blocked the rest of Brant's words, and Neil couldn't help rolling his eyes.

He shrugged and gave Julie a super sweet smile: "That's a person who doesn't come home at night, you will get used to it. So now, come and enjoy the candlelight dinner for the two of us."

He dug out a candlestick out of nowhere, lit a red candle, placed it in the middle of the dining table, and invited, "How is it?"

Who can stand this!

Even though Julie was full of thoughts, she couldn't help blushing quietly.

……

Brant rushed all the way to the Chris Lounge. He needed to find Sam and make sure of one thing.

"Where's Sam?" he asked, grabbing a waiter at random.

The other party knew the boss's friend, and after thinking about it for a while, he shook his head: "Sam didn't go to work today, it seems that he has asked for leave."

Brant asked again, "What about the Red Hood?"

The waiter knew the answer to this question: "In the innermost box on the second floor, the boss has been sleeping there recently."

Brant immediately rushed to the second floor in a few steps and knocked on the door of the box.

"Who?" A hoarse voice sounded, it belonged to Jason.

Brant pushed the door open: "You know where Sam went..."

"……"

His words were blocked, and the situation inside the door was somewhat puzzling.

Jason's upper body was naked, and he pressed another person whose face couldn't be clearly seen on the bed, but just by looking at the outline, he knew it was an adult man!

Brant blinked, startled, "Jason, you're only 16!"

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Xiaobu: Ah bucket!You are only 16 years old!Papa doesn't allow it!

Brother Bucket: Go away(?_?)