family history of mental illness

Jason choked: "What are you thinking about!"

Brandt stared silently.

Jason felt bald: "It's just an intruder, don't think about it!"

Brant was still staring, the meaning was obvious—look, don't you know what I'm thinking...

Jason tried hard: "I was sleeping, this guy sneaked in, I don't know what to do, I just subdued him!"

Fine.

Brandt reluctantly accepted this explanation.

Jason: "...convex"

Jason chose to give up, he turned over and got out of bed, lifted the man under him by strangling his neck and threw him to the ground.

Unhappy, he pulled out a sweater and put it on, silently covering his muscular figure and tight abdominal muscles.Looking at the reluctant Brant, he always felt that his character had been tarnished and could never be washed away.

Brandt didn't know Jason's mental journey at all. He walked around the intruding man lying on the ground coughing and clutching his throat, looked at Jason, and found another problem.

"You don't take off your hood when you sleep?"

"There will always be people who enter by mistake. If you take it off, you will be in danger of revealing your identity."

Brandt concluded: "So, that's the downside of staying in a bar."

Jason slipped on his slippers and shrugged.

Brandt looked at him again, and said hesitantly, "Did you get a new hood?"

Unlike the crappy knitted hat before, the one Jason wears now is thinner, better-looking, and has a sense of technology at the same time. It doesn't look like it was created by him at all.

Jason coughed, and said rather braggingly, "Sam sent it, it's not bad."

"In short, it's much better than before." As soon as Sam was mentioned, Brant remembered: "I heard from the waiter that he asked for leave?"

"Yes, are you looking for him?"

Brandy nodded: "There are some speculations about Chris, and he needs to help verify it. Do you know where Sam is?"

Jason still knows something about Sam. He seems to be in trouble and needs his help. Ever since he got in touch with him, Sam will reveal some information intentionally or unintentionally from time to time. Guy, old with Brant, bad with Chris.

The enemy of the enemy is of course a friend. Although Jason has a bad attitude towards the gray crowd, Sam is just an ordinary employee after all. Compared with the management, he is cleaner, so he acquiesced to his approach.

At this time, when he heard that Brant was looking for him, he recalled: "He only said that he was going to the beach, but he didn't specify the exact location."

"There are only Miami Beach and Biscayne Bay nearby, and the closest one is Biscayne." Brandt said goodbye: "I'll go to Biscayne to find him and try!"

Jason stopped him: "What about this man?"

I don't know if it was a coincidence, but as soon as Jason finished speaking, the man coughed and choked, curled up on the ground, unable to lift his head.Brandt leaned over and looked at it, but the more he looked at it, the more familiar it became.

"I think I've seen it somewhere..."

The man lowered his head even lower, turning left and right to avoid Brant's sight.Brant suddenly approached, grabbed the intruder's forehead hair, and stretched it back, revealing his entire face.

Almost at the moment of touching, Omir in the memory palace said "huh": "It's the target patient again, do you want to join the treatment progress?"

"There's no mechanical sound this time?" He remembered that it used to be a semi-mechanical sound.

You don't need to pretend to be a system anymore, so why are you still holding your throat and pretending to be a mechanical sound?Omer collapsed on the sofa in the memory palace, and gave Brant a pair of firm white eyes.

Brandt knew that Omir wanted to go through this process, but because there was too much free energy in his body, he needed rules to "limit the flow and speed", otherwise he might not be able to control it, and the same thing happened when he was treating Julie again, but the problem was ...

"Just give me some permissions, don't you?"

okay...

Brandt is still puzzled: "Why are mental illnesses everywhere now, and you can encounter them every day?

Moreover, this person looks familiar. "

Jason: "You know me?"

Brandt said hesitantly: "The figure is very similar, but that person should be in the police station, it is impossible to come here..."

Just as he was talking, the phone rang, and Brant took it out to see the familiar name.

"Who?"

"It's Deb."

He pressed to answer in doubt, and Debra's anxious voice came quickly like a machine gun.

"Quincy Rich has escaped! You pay attention to safety, I'm afraid he will run to retaliate against you!"

Brant chewed on the name: "Quincy Rich?"

"It's the kidnapper you caught by the police before, and the one that the super popular Spider-Man gave us as a gift. We found out his identity."

Brant instantly remembered the card that was temporarily torn from the carton. This gift was also very casual.

He was a little puzzled: "I see, then how could he escape?"

"Rich remained unconscious and we took him to the hospital, but we kept two colleagues in custody as usual."

Brandt raised his eyebrows: "So?"

Debra said incredulously: "But that night, we received news that he escaped by jumping out of the window on the sixth floor! God, that's the sixth floor!"

Brant understood: "Jump out of the window...well, I get it."

Think of Richie and Peter fighting back and forth in mid-air, and Brandt is fine with jumping out of a sixth-floor window.

In addition, today's intruder has the same body shape as the previous kidnapper, exactly the same height, short, fat, and thin, and his clothes have not been changed, so the identity can basically be determined.

"???"

Debra is still asking, "What do you know?"

"Know where the man you're looking for is. Deb, tell the police that Rich is here."

Debra said anxiously: "He went to find you? Are you injured?"

"To be precise, he wasn't looking for me. I don't know why, but he came to the Chris Lounge." Brant thought for a while, and added something to comfort the little girl who was too tense: "Of course, he can't hurt me." to me."

"That's good, I'm going to report the situation." Debra said and hung up the phone.

"...Brant?"

Brant took back his phone, and when he came back to his senses, he found Jason squatting next to Rich, and asked him impatiently, "That's him on the phone? Who the hell is he?"

"The kidnapper caught before is not an important person."

Jason let out an "oh".

What did Brant think of again: "The BAU may come over later, do you want to avoid it?"

Jason clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction: "Why should I avoid it?"

So what is the situation with you, do you have no points in your heart?

Well, the kid really doesn't know what to think.

Think about the day after escaping from the mental hospital, he dared to single-handedly break into the black bar and make such a big fuss, but now he is just showing up in front of a group of profilers who can see through the eighteen generations of your ancestors. It's not a big deal...

Weird!

Brandt still had some feelings for his first patient, not to mention that Jason was also related to the fusion of the universe, and it was impossible to let him be taken away by the police, so he persuaded: "Those FBI profiling is very powerful, you exposed The possibility is too great.”

Jason asked knowingly, "Expose what?"

"The current owner of Exposure Bar is not only a hooded transvestite, but a mentally unstable murderer. Trust me, they're pretty sensitive about that."

Even Brant, who has restrained himself and never broken his precepts, has received special attention, let alone Jason, who has actually killed people?

I'm afraid that after a few face-to-face encounters, the bottom will be peeled off.

Jason was very dissatisfied with the word transvestite, and said, "What murderer? I just cleaned up a few scumbags."

Although he was still in a state of confusion when he killed those robbers, even if the current Jason were to experience the original scene again, he would still make the same choice.

Scum and villains don't deserve to live.

But Brandt has a more rational consideration: "The police don't care whether you kill a good person or a bad person. They only care about whether you kill someone. When the time comes, you will be noticed. Your identity under the hood will not be hidden for long. .And don't you think, wearing a hood is a very suspicious behavior in itself?"

Jason was a little disappointed: "Okay, I'll avoid it, but when I'm done with this period of time, I won't have to hide my identity under the hood anymore."

"What do you mean?"

"Chris helped me figure out the identity, Jason Todd's identity."

Brandt's focus was on another matter: "You guys still in touch?"

How fresh!Jason said as a matter of course: "He wants to train me to be the second-in-command, of course there will be contacts, and he brought me into contact with his influence yesterday."

"But we all know that's a blank promise."

"Indeed, so before crossing the river and tearing down the bridge, he has to do something to let me approve this check and give him my life. And this is my opportunity, the opportunity to replace it."

Jason looked at him, revealing his ambition for the first time.

Brandt frowned.

Chris is undoubtedly a very dangerous person, but can Jason's plan really come true?

Brant always felt uneasy in his heart, as if some terrible beast was waiting for an opportunity, and it was like a moment of false calm before the storm...

Brandt sighed, hoping these were just his delusions.

He changed the topic to a relatively relaxed one: "Tell me what kind of identity it is?"

Jason is still very satisfied with his new identity: "I am now a small-town boy born and raised on the Monterey Peninsula. I just arrived in Miami last night. The convenience store robbery a few days ago had nothing to do with me. It's on the island."

No wonder he is so confident, it is indeed a very clean identity.

Brant suddenly thought of one thing: "That's really good, by the way, since Chris can get the identity, it's better to ask him to prepare another one."

Jason asked strangely: "Why? Is it for Neil?" He thought of the scammer who was on the run.

"No, that guy has a dozen fake identities. Although it's not your kind that can withstand scrutiny, it's just enough for someone who needs to change their identities every few months."

"Who is that for?"

Brant thought for a while and said, "To a poor little fellow who strayed into this world just like you."

Jason: "?"

"He also happens to be a transvestite like you and likes to wear a hood."

Jason: "???"

Ignoring Jason's question marks all over his head, Brandt ended the topic unilaterally: "The police are coming soon, let's tie this guy up first, do you have any rope?"

"..."

Brandt: "No?"

Jason said resignedly, "Yes, come with me."

He walked to the wine cabinet and fiddled with it for a while, and the wine cabinet slowly moved sideways, revealing a small secret room.

The color tone of the secret room is quite indescribable. Two steps inside, there is a large wardrobe. When the door is opened, there are chains, whips, hemp ropes, unknown sticks and other small things that are even more indescribable.

Brant looked at the cabinet, then at Jason, and suddenly fell silent.

"What kind of eyes are you looking at!" Jason grabbed a bundle of hemp rope and walked out without looking sideways, and threw it at the intruder's feet. His tone of dissatisfaction increased: "Come and help!"

Brandt: "..."

Brant suddenly felt that his adult mind was a bit dirty.

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