family history of mental illness

The first hangover in Brant's life was dedicated to Tony Stark in this way. This drunk lasted for nearly a whole day, until the next evening, when there was a tireless knock on the door, Woke up completely.

Striving to open the eyelids that seemed to be glued together, Brandt exhausted all the willpower in his body to force himself to manipulate his rusty body and climbed out of bed with difficulty.

The moment my feet stepped on the ground, I realized how sore and limp my whole body was.

The legs were like two noodles, unable to support any weight at all. As soon as the force was applied, there was a "plop", and the whole person changed from being paralyzed on the bed to being paralyzed on the floor.

"..." Brant sighed in pain, and made up his mind sincerely: "I will never drink again."

The knock on the door of "Tuk Tuk Tuk" was still hitting Brant's eardrum persistently, and the other party seemed to never get tired, maintaining a fairly fast frequency, and kept knocking on the door.

"Go and open the door, Peter? Jason?"

Brant yelled, and then he reacted slowly. It seemed that the two puppies had been stuffed into the school by him, and the class officially started today.

But it's not right, it's getting dark now, they should have come back long ago, even if Peter wants to turn into Spider-Man to patrol the streets, what about Jason?

"Uh..." The more I thought about it, the more my mind became a mess, and I simply stopped thinking about it. I rubbed my temples that were bluntly aching, and Brant stood up with difficulty while supporting the bedside table, and shouted loudly: "Come on." Now, open the door now, don't knock yet!"

As soon as the words fell, the knocking on the door stopped abruptly.

Brant moved to the door in a daze, and opened it without any hesitation.

Standing outside the door was a strange man with a standard Nordic appearance, with a thin face and a straight nose.He has half-length light golden curly hair, which is loosely tied behind his head, tied into a fist-sized hairpin, maybe the tie is a little loose, and after a few strokings, the hair falls loosely on his cheeks, looking like a downcast troubadour.

Why do you say downcast?

Of course, it was because the other party was wearing seriously ill-fitting clothes, and the jacket was short and the trousers were not long enough, which directly removed most of the melancholy temperament brought about by his appearance in an instant.

But now, this "troubadour" looked at Brant hesitantly, his lake-green eyes seemed to be filled with sadness and joy, and he jumped forward suddenly, about to hug him. brant!

"???"

Brandt managed to take a step back, avoiding the bear hug, and then saw the man looking at him with a hurt face, as if he was some kind of heartless man who was angry with everyone.

Emmmm......

Now he regrets that he opened the door recklessly. He has not completely overcome the aftereffects of the hangover, and his physical fitness has been greatly reduced. If someone really wants to do something to him, it is really difficult to resist.

This person is tall and handsome, so there must be something wrong with his brain, right?

Thinking of this, the man said aggrievedly: "We meet again after a long absence, shouldn't we hug?"

Brant rubbed his temple, which was hurting more and more: "I'm sure I don't know you, I'm very confident in my memory."

As if he had suffered a huge blow, the man turned around very skillfully, squatted down with his back to Brant, and shut himself up.

and many more.

A flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in my mind, this familiar self-closing posture, these big wet eyes full of emotion, these clingy eyes full of only myself...

His heart started beating crazily. Although his rationality told him that this was absolutely impossible, emotionally he couldn't help but leaned over and squatted next to the man.

Brandt tentatively called out the name: "O...Mir?"

The man nodded sullenly: "Why?"

"!!!" Brant stood up and looked at him in surprise, "It's really you? But didn't you disappear?"

The white light that day became his nightmare, and Omir, which slowly shattered and dissipated before his eyes, became his eternal knot in his heart.But why, Omir reappeared now, still in such a completely strange manner...

Pulling Omir by the arm, he was brought into the room with half-pull and half-push. The two squeezed into a sofa, and Brandt motioned to Omir to tell what had happened these days.

Omir said not very clearly: "I'm actually at a loss, I regained consciousness last night, and I was already in a big water tank when I woke up."

"Water tank?"

Omir nodded hesitantly: "It looks like a water tank, but the liquid inside is very viscous, I don't know what it is. Doctor Edward got me out, and an old man whispered in my ear that I was his most valuable asset , it’s very strange anyway, I was thinking of you, so I beat them up and jumped out of the window and ran away.”

"Doctor Edward?"

"It's the doctor who was brought over by Spider-Man when you treated Julie in a coma before."

"It sounds a bit like another human experiment," Brandt said.

"Maybe?" Omir said: "But I escaped easily, and the level of security in the previous laboratory is simply different."

Brandt was noncommittal.

This incident is full of weirdness, even if it is a human experiment, it is reasonable to say that it has nothing to do with Omir.Brandt was sure that he was just a split personality of himself, known to no more than one hand, and had no body at all.So who should this young and strong man in front of him be?

Omir's thoughts on this are simple: "Whoever it was, it's me now.

I woke up in Seattle, and I had to take a plane to come back, but I didn't have any documents, so I went back again after escaping. "

Brandt said without words: "Is it so simple to get in and out?"

Omir also answered inexplicably: "It's quite simple. There is no armed force. It looks like a scientific research room of an ordinary technology company. Although the equipment is very advanced, the defense is full of holes. So it is not difficult. I am in their The identity information of this body was found in the computer."

"Who is he?"

"A very ordinary person, the only unusual thing is that he is 86 years old and died more than three months ago."

"Dead? Resurrection?" Brant frowned: "No, more than that, they also restored their bodies to the best condition. They might want to resurrect the original people, but they didn't expect that by mistake, the awakened It will be you who is out of control. What kind of technology is this?"

"I don't know, I don't care about that." Omir said: "The social security number I got was a dead person, and I couldn't use it at all, so I had to leave again. In the end, I knocked out a person who was going to Miami for vacation at the airport and stole it. He got his ticket and driver's license before boarding the plane."

After hearing Omir's story, Brandt patted him on the shoulder distressedly: "No matter what, just come back."

Omir grinned and showed his big white teeth in a smile: "I think so too."

The stone in my heart fell to the ground, and the hangover reaction that I suppressed before became stronger again.

Omir asked concerned: "What's the matter with you?" He raised his head and sniffed, and said, "I wanted to say it just now, why is there such a strong smell of alcohol?"

How could Brant admit that he was drinking to relieve his worries, only saying that Peter's parents came once, they had a good chat, and accidentally drank too much.

Omir shook his head in disapproval, pushed him into the bedroom to lie down, and poured him a cup of hot water: "Drink more hot water, you will feel better."

Brandt said hesitantly, "This should be useless, right?"

Omir said affirmatively: "It's useful, drink it."

Fine.

Brant frowned and was poured with water. He didn't know if it was a psychological effect, but he actually felt much better.

When it was almost nine o'clock, the knock on the door sounded again. Omer refused to let Brant move, and went to open the door by himself.

It's Jason back.

"Who are you?" Jason asked warily.

Brant said, "You can call him Omer, a friend of mine."

When he said this, Jason really didn't ask any more questions, but was a little surprised by the name itself: "Oatmeal?"

The complaint about the name came again.Brant scratched his face guilty of naming it, but Omer himself was already a little used to it.

Speaking of the identity of the second personality, only Neil and Julie had guessed it. After all, Jason and Peter were not present when Omir fell into a coma and controlled his body. There is no need to explain too much to them this time.

But there was still something Brent couldn't figure out: "Why did you knock on the door?"

Jason said as a matter of course: "I went to the lounge and left the key over there."

"So the doorbell is a decoration?"

"But it's broken." Jason said, "Didn't you see that the doorbell was broken, so I became alert when I saw Omir. I thought he was an intruder."

Omir coughed lightly in embarrassment: "I'm not an intruder, but I did press the doorbell."

The two looked at him together, and Jason said, "I thought it would be more appropriate to use a beating?"

Omir explained: "I still can't control my own strength. When I first rang the doorbell, my hand was a little heavy and I broke it. I didn't dare to use too much force when I started knocking on the door later."

No wonder it was the knock on the door that woke him up instead of the doorbell. This explanation makes sense.

But hearing that Omir had knocked on the door for more than ten minutes before waking up Brant, Jason was a little surprised: "Brant is too drunk to hear it, and Bucky won't open the door?"

Brant shrugged: "That guy hasn't been out since he came here."

and many more.

Brant and Jason glanced at each other. Neither of them saw Bucky appear, but he always had to eat, drink and go to the bathroom, right?I didn't notice it before, but now I think it's not right anywhere.

Jason ran to knock on the door of the utility room, but there was still no answer. Brant found the spare key and opened the door.

The door was empty.

"Bucky's not here," Brant said.

Jason was puzzled: "Then where can he go? When did he leave without saying goodbye?"

……

Bucky would be aggrieved knowing that they defined him as leaving without saying goodbye.

He was just out to buy some plums, but Brant and the two little ones were not there when he went out, so he didn't tell anyone.He thought he would be back in a few hours at most, so he didn't leave a note.

Who would have thought that on the way back with the plums, a group of hooligans laughed at him for his disability, pushed and even scattered the plums he just bought on the ground.

Bucky was furious on the spot!

Just as he was about to draw a stick to let them see that he alone could knock them away, who would have thought that from some corner, a man with big breasts and hips who looked like a bodybuilder popped out of nowhere.

The uninvited guest not only shot all his prey into the air first, but also looked at him in surprise, looking like he was about to cry.

Bucky is getting goosebumps.

He wanted to leave, but the other party suddenly ran over and grabbed his hand, calling him Bucky excitedly, saying that it was great that he was still alive.

then……

And then it comes to the present.

Bucky yawned, looked at the man with sleepy eyes, and ate the plum dully.

I really want to go back to sleep...

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Weak boob: headache, fatigue, feeling uncomfortable all over

Steel straight porridge: drink more hot water

Boob:? ? ?

I can't ask for this bowl of porridge :)