family history of mental illness

After a brief self-introduction, Neil ran to the side to make a phone call.

But maybe after using his ability, the changes in Brant's entire right arm were too obvious, so Neil was so focused on the phone that he also noticed the strangeness in him.

"What's wrong with your hand?" He moved the phone a little away, and asked strangely, "Why is it suddenly swollen?"

"Maybe it's an allergy." Brant chose to hide it. Although Neil was trustworthy, he would not be so stupid as to expose his differences to others.He gestured for a phone call and asked, "Who are you talking to, the towing company?"

"Should we call the towing company to drag us to the police station?" Neil said with improbable eyes, "It's a mosquito, he asked me how are the beauties in Miami, and I told him that there are no beauties, only a muscular naked man who fell from the sky .”

This is not wrong, Jason is indeed not wearing anything under the bandages, and his figure is indeed very good, it was Brant who lent him a jacket to avoid the embarrassing scene.

When Brant heard the familiar name, his heart moved, "Mosquito? I happen to have something to call him, so pass me the phone after you finish speaking."

Neil didn't have anything important at first, so he handed the phone to him casually. As soon as Brant picked it up, he burst into a thunderstorm, "Haven't I been having nightmares recently? I figured it out now, it wasn't a dream, it was I remember what happened when I was a child."

"When did you remember?" Neil's expression seemed to have missed a season of watching the drama. He was obviously with Brant all the time, so why didn't he know?

Brandt said without changing his face, "Just now."

This was obviously a perfunctory answer, which made Neil feel a little out of favor.

The mosquito on the other end of the phone didn't know this, and just expressed surprise, "I remember you said that dream, isn't that..."

"Yes, it was my mother who died. Mosquito, I just have something to ask you." Brandt straightened his expression, "Help me find Alison Driscoll, the victim of the Miami murder case 19 years ago. Man, she has three kids, two adopted by Harry, me and Dexter, I know that, but I want you to help me find out where the rest is now."

"Understood." Mosquito agreed without hesitation, "Just give me a little time... just a little time..." There was crackling keyboard tapping sound from the receiver, and Mosquito's nagging disappeared at some point. Brant also subconsciously held his breath, and soon, with a heavy button press, the mosquito whispered: "Yes!"

"How about it?"

"I just hacked into the police file, it wasn't hard. Look what I found, Brian Moser's file! He's been in Miami number one mental hospital from the age of seven to 26, man Ah, he stayed there for 19 years..." Mosquito paused suddenly, his voice full of surprise, "Huh?"

"What's wrong?" Brandt asked.

"He..." Mosquito's voice was dry, "he escaped."

Brian escaped three days ago. The mosquito stole the surveillance at that time, and only saw a particularly thin man. He fainted the doctor who made the rounds, changed into the other's clothes, and walked out of the mental illness very calmly. hospital.

"Can you find him?"

"It's not easy, Brant."

"I know, but if you have any clues, please let me know." Brandt said, "Send me his file if you can."

"of course."

As soon as the mosquito finished speaking, there was only a sting, and Brant received an email.

He opened it and saw that it was the file of the eldest brother Brian. He read the file carefully, encrypted it and stored it in the memory palace, and this copy in the phone was completely deleted.

……

Nearly two hours had passed since the three of Brant left the broken down car and headed south.

I don't know if this section of the road is too remote, I can't even see a person, let alone hitchhiking.

After walking for a while, I could faintly see the end of the expressway, and there was a large-scale convenience store, which was basically on the outskirts of the town, not far from Miami.

They decided to try their luck at the convenience store in front of them. Maybe the kind clerk would send them to the city for the sake of their appearance, or they found the clerk's car and "drive" away without anyone noticing it. Both of these happen to be areas where Mr. Kafry is good at.

Brant and Jason waited outside, watching their warriors go to battle.But things didn't develop as they expected—Neil never came back.

"It's not right." Brant frowned. Neil is a master of deception, and now it's just a trivial matter like borrowing a car, so it's impossible to expose it.

So what happened suddenly?

Thinking of this, Brandt planned to follow up and have a look.Jason followed behind him step by step. He took two steps and found the little tail. He couldn't help but feel dizzy, "You wait for me here, I'll go and see Neil."

Jason took another step forward, expressing his rejection with actions.

Brandt: ...All right!

Anyway, the opponent is not a weak chicken with no combat effectiveness. If I really say it, I am afraid that he can fight more than Neil. After thinking for a while, Brandt agreed to Jason's follow-up plan.

Without further delay, the two walked quickly towards the convenience store.

The convenience store was not far away, and it took five or six minutes to get there. Brandt had just opened the door, with half of his foot still outside, when a pistol was held head-on.

"Let me see, here are two more fat sheep?" The fat tattooed man swaggered over, "Cash, ring, watch, and mobile phone, throw them all into the bag!"

Brandt looked around calmly. There were four robbers, wearing cheap masks and holding low-quality pistols. To be honest, their combat effectiveness was not high, so they were easy to deal with.

The only trouble was the hostages. Neil and a person dressed as a clerk were blocked behind the counter, and a few others huddled in front of the shelf. They looked like they should be customers. The two groups of people were not far away, and one side was held by a robber. Gun watched.

The black pocket was in front of his eyes, and Brandt very cooperatively threw the phone in, "I still have $50 in my boots, although it smells a bit... Do you want it?"

"Don't talk nonsense, be honest!" The tattooed man pushed the bag forward again, which is what he meant.

Brandt slowly squatted down, put his hands into his boots, and then fell back suddenly, avoiding the muzzle of the gun against his head. The tattooed man noticed the change, and subconsciously grabbed it, but caught empty.

Grasping this gap, Brandt's waist suddenly lifted up in an incredible arc. He drew a thin and short sharp blade from the heel of his boots, turned around, raised the knife and dropped it, and slashed fiercely at the finger holding the gun. Looking at his tall and thin man.

"One."

The tall and thin man let out a shrill scream, knelt down clutching his bleeding wrist, and the sound of the pistol falling to the ground was like a signal.In the next instant, he circled behind the tattooed man, grabbed his arms and twisted them hard.

"two."

After hearing two crisp sounds of "Kaka", the tattooed man's arm fell limply and was already broken.

Brandt frowned and moved his right hand, the heaviness was still obvious, otherwise it would be easier to deal with this kind of miscellaneous soldiers.

At the same time, with a tooth-piercing muffled sound, the robber guarding Neil fell limply. His old friend shook the baseball bat he had touched at some point, and smiled mischievously.

"Three." He teased, "Should I cooperate with you in saying this?"

Brandt: "..."

Brant suddenly felt that he was so stupid for counting from just now!

The four robbers fell down three in a blink of an eye, and when they both cast their eyes on the last robber, there was a "bang" gunshot, and the last short man fell straight on his back, his forehead He was shot through, and blood flowed out continuously.

It turned out that at some point, Jason picked up the pistol that the first robber dropped on the ground, and ended up killing the last one.

"You killed someone?"

Neil frowned. Although he is also a criminal, he only commits economic crimes. He doesn't like guns, and he doesn't use guns. Seeing a teenager kill someone without changing his face, he still feels a little uncomfortable. adapt.

Jason obviously accepted this well, he corrected: "I killed the scum." He deliberately thought about the last two words.His mental state has improved a lot, but most of the time he is still vicious and angry, especially when he sees these robbers and villains, it is even more difficult to control himself.

Why are the wicked sent to prison to offer delicious food and drink? The people they killed and the families they destroyed were all killed for nothing?

He thought of the clown, no matter how many times he was imprisoned in Arkham, he would always escape and bring even greater disasters to others, and the darkness in his eyes deepened.

It's not fair, scumbags don't deserve to live.It was a little bit of anger, but he didn't care.Looking coldly at the other robbers who were stupefied, he turned his gun and aimed at the tattooed man.

A police siren sounded faintly outside, and the clerk breathed a sigh of relief, his voice still trembling, "The police are finally here! I secretly called the police just now."

There were a few sobs from the customers, all of which were the joy of the survivors.

But Jason didn't let go of his gun.Neil glanced at Brant, raised his chin to Jason, and his eyes signaled that something was wrong with the kid.

Brandt had no choice but to restrain his anger from the fight, and tentatively walked over and patted Jason on the shoulder.

It's nice not being repelled.

"It's over, just give me the gun." He continued to test, gently pressing Jason's hand that raised the gun, and slowly pressing down...

"Boom!" The door was knocked open suddenly, and a woman in body armor rushed in with a gun, "No one inside is allowed to move! You are already surrounded!"

Brant: "..." WTF?

He looked at Jason worriedly, and sure enough, the other party's expression that had just softened suddenly became cold and hard, and he tightened his wrist again, aiming the gun at the robbers.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

With three shots without delay, there were no more survivors among the robbers, and screams began to be heard one after another among the hostages.

The convenience store instantly became a mess.

Damn it, he knew it would be like this!

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