family history of mental illness

Omer...

It was he who was careless.

He thought that the man had no strength to resist, so he didn't tie him up immediately, but changed his clothes first.

But he killed Omer because of it.

That Omir who always protected him and saved him again and again...

too arrogant...

Standing up on the ground, Brant looked at the devastated memory palace, only feeling a great panic sweeping over him.

He couldn't explain it himself, a huge panic.

"Omer?"

He looked at the dilapidated sofa, and there was no one leaning back there, using the TV to share the perspective with him, commenting on his own performance inside.

"Omer!"

He walked past the half-collapsed crib. He was seriously injured and his mental strength almost collapsed. It was Omir who stabilized his consciousness, hugged him to the side of the bed, and gently put him here.

But now, the person next to the bed is gone.

"Omir..."

More than half a month ago, there was an extra existence in the memory palace out of thin air. He was uncomfortable in every way at that time, but why did he want to take away his creation after he finally got used to it!

The memory palace was gradually restored, and the computers and furniture were also restored, but he restored everything except the boy who had been silently protecting him from behind.He clenched his fist in Xu Hui of the white light, but he could only hold a few spots of light, and there was no way to piece together a complete Omir.

Suddenly, something heavy was stepped on under his feet, and Brant looked down. It was actually the big tome that Omir never left his hand?

Bending down to pick up the tome, Brant opened the hard cover, and saw the blue and black cursive characters quickly faded and disappeared. Flipping quickly, each page turned into a piece of blank paper.

Did the master disappear, so the tome became a wordless book?

Flip through the unbelieving pages until the last page...

That page has not disappeared, but the content on it is not the fleeting blue and black cursive characters before, but... a painting?

Childish crayon lines outline two ugly characters with mung bean eyes and bloody mouths. They sit hand in hand in the garden, with crooked car models beside them, steaming fruit tart biscuits baked in front, and the looming front of bungalows behind them. hospital.

Brandy looked at this painting intently, and the dusty memory broke the seal in an instant, and suddenly appeared in his mind, completing everything that year.

It turned out that he liked car models when he was a child, it turned out that they always liked fruit tart biscuits, it turned out that he still remembered the appearance of the home at the beginning, and it turned out that it was the young him who excitedly decided to draw a picture for his creation.

Little Brant raised his head and said, "It's my art homework, Omer, the teacher asked me to draw "My Friend", and I was going to skip it."

The big boy asked gently, "Why do you want to turn it off?"

Little Brant pouted: "I didn't have any friends before. Those little kids are so immature, I don't want to play with them."

The big boy twirled his hair: "Aren't you also a childish kid?"

Little Brant was very dissatisfied: "Don't say that! But if it's you, I won't be angry. But look, I have friends now, and I can draw this picture!"

"Okay, let me see you draw."

"But I don't want to hand in homework."

"Then what are you doing?"

"I want...to give him to you." Little Brant raised his head and said seriously.

"Then I will treasure it carefully and never damage it..." The big boy lowered his head and promised earnestly.

One big and one small look into each other's eyes, their eyes are full of each other.

He did it.

Even if it dissipated by itself, even if the contents of every page disappeared, the painting was still intact in the tome, without any scratch or wear.

Brandt stroked the painting, and finally understood the panic in his heart, which was called "can't lose..."

He cannot lose this creature, this friend, this life-and-death acquaintance.

But he lost it after all...

……

"Brant?"

"say!"

"what happened……"

What sound seemed to penetrate the water several feet deep, humming rumbling into the eardrums, Brant ended the memory in a trance, and left the memory palace in a daze, only to realize that it was the sound coming from the built-in headset.

Sam asked him anxiously: "How are you, what happened just now?"

Brant couldn't speak for a moment, and it took a long time before he managed to regain his voice: "I was attacked." His voice was harsh and hoarse, which sounded particularly frightening.

"What's wrong with your voice? Are you hurt?"

"I'm fine." It's Omir...

"That's good." Sam breathed a sigh of relief: "Look at the place marked with a red exclamation mark on the map. There is a laboratory database, where drug research and experimental data are stored. Our time is limited, so we can ignore other things. and data must be copied down."

"Ah."

"Try to keep the communication as smooth as possible. If you have any questions, please give feedback in time. I will help you adjust the most suitable plan."

"Ah."

"If the previous attack raised the alarm, evacuate quickly, if not, we continue."

"Ah."

Sam paused, and finally said hesitantly, "Why do I feel that something is wrong with you?"

Brant didn't reply this time. He did not trigger the alarm, but someone else did.

But why was it necessary to tell Sam?

Is it dangerous?

--Danger.

Evacuate?

--no way.

There was a fire burning in his heart, and now, he had to find something to put out the fire.

Brant followed the map's guidance and ran towards the interior of the cave. The deeper he went, the stronger and smoother the inner wall became. At the end of the road was a pure white metal gate, with nothing but a sensor screen in the middle.

Obviously, this is the key to opening the door.

He thought for a moment of the magnetic card he had received when he was changing clothes, and took it out and pasted it in front of the sensor screen. Sure enough, with a light "beep", the metal door opened in response.

Inside the door was an arched metal corridor. No one was guarding it, but as soon as Brant stepped onto the corridor, the scanning device on the arched wall emitted rays in unison, converging on him.

The process lasted only a few seconds, and then there was an emotionless mechanical voice: "The identity verification is successful, passed."

Brandt raised his eyebrows, the one who confirmed his identity was...a magnetic card?

It's not very safe, it's too easy to sneak in, just like him, grabbing a magnetic card, it's not like getting away with it.

The probes were retracted and reattached to the wall one by one. Brant walked along the corridor. According to Sam's prompt, he walked to the left at the two entrances at the end.

Here is the breeding ground for evil.

The laboratory was very quiet, and the figures in white coats of the same color as the doctor were hurrying about, but they were doing completely opposite jobs. Apart from death, they brought madness.

There were surprisingly few people here. Brandt guessed that besides the time being too late, the intruders outside the cave also attracted a lot of firepower and attention for him.

After entering the laboratory, Brant deliberately lowered his pace and walked towards his destination, then he was stopped by a white coat with a file folder.

The other party showed displeasure: "You are from the patrol team? Why did you come here?"

Brant said calmly: "There are intruders, the captain asked me to inform you to be on guard."

The white coat asked: "Huh? Not everyone can come here. If you don't remember the rules, you can still be the captain? What's his name?"

Who knows what their captain's name is!

About to be discovered?Sure enough, it can only be solved by violence?

Brant lowered his head and adjusted himself, but just as he was about to make a move, the alarm in the corridor sounded.

"Identity verification failed, enter attack mode!"

The mechanical sound played over and over again, and there were faint impacts and cries of pain from outside. He didn't pay attention to the unlucky Brant outside, but his face in the white coat turned ugly.

"Why didn't the heavy machine gun at the entrance of the cave kill the intruder? It made him run to the infrared alarm channel? Is your patrol dead?"

Brandt didn't speak.

At this time, a younger experimenter trotted over and said out of breath, "Professor Quentin is not well, C-035 has a rejection reaction, and has started to attack indiscriminately!"

Brandt glanced at the white coat from before, no wonder he checked him for a long time, it turned out that he was still a central figure with some status.

Professor Quentin's face became ugly, but he calmed down quickly and found the most suitable solution: "Don't worry about the infrared channel, I'll go over and have a look. You contact the patrol team, and you must control C-035."

This plan was tailor-made for him!

Brandt pointed to his red and white patrol uniform and said, "Isn't that exactly where I am?"

Professor Quentin looked at him carefully, and when Brant wondered if he found something wrong, he finally nodded: "You go with him, and be careful not to hurt the experimental subject, he is the best fusion so far. , as long as you survive the rejection period, the possibility of success is nearly [-]%."

Brant: "Understood."

Professor Quentin turned on the emergency defense system and strode towards the infrared channel. Brandt narrowed his eyes and looked at the thin little experimenter in front of him, and said, "Lead the way."

"Oh... oh oh!"

The dull-witted experimenter trotted to lead the way, and Brandt followed him, turning left and right. He secretly looked at the map on the bracelet behind his back, and it seemed that he was farther away from the target location marked with a red exclamation mark.

This is not good news.

I was planning to find an opportunity to sneak out of the team. After all, the intruders came. The people here really don't have time to control where an ordinary patrolman goes. And he has limited time. When the team of patrolmen he attacked is discovered, It was not far from the time when he was exposed. If he hadn't collected all the information and left here by then, his safety might not be guaranteed.

After contemplating the escape route, just about to take action, the experimenter turned around and said out of breath, "Here we are."

Brant had no choice but to cancel his previous plan to slip away regretfully.

The experimenter stopped in front of a huge glass door, on which was a metal number plate with a uniform white background, engraved with C-035.

Brant looked into the house, and saw a lean man with his upper body exposed and wearing uniform black shorts, screaming angrily, and smashing and attacking the surrounding furnishings and walls.

The blood vessels on his back swelled, showing a strange bright blue color, which set off the whole back very strangely.

The experimenter explained tremblingly: "It's here. It was the one with the best integration before, and it's about to succeed. I didn't expect the late rejection to be so severe."

It was also at this time that Brant discovered that this man had half-length black hair and scars all over his body. The place where his left hand should have been disappeared from the shoulder down, leaving only a blackened and scorched circular scar .

It looked like an old burn, but in Brandt's experience, it was probably blown off.

The experimenter pressed his finger on the fingerprint lock, and the glass door swung open. The man turned around abruptly, staring straight at Brant with a pair of green eyes full of sinister chaos.

That's a precursor to an attack.

Brant gave a light "tsk", this is troublesome...

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Little Bubu: Woooooo so angry, I'm going to blow up here to avenge the porridge!

The ugly man smiled: Yes, it looks like your father.

Cereal:? ? ?

Tell everyone a good news!Wenwen V!The update is guaranteed, and... the author can finally cheat money!Sprinkle flowers!

Thank you little cuties for your support all the time, bobobobobobo~

After thinking about it, I don’t seem to have any other way of thanking me besides sending red envelopes (not to mention adding more, useless wood can’t do QAQ)

Then leave a message below this chapter, let’s send red envelopes in groups, the deadline is 9:333 pm on the day of the clip, at that time I will send in groups =[-]=

ppps. How can someone like me, who is so picky about search, send box lunches?I can’t afford it, Omir can’t get the lunch box, so you can rest assured_(:з)∠)_