family history of mental illness

The girl looked less than ten years old, and she was frighteningly thin. She wore two cute ponytails and tilted her head to look at Omer.

She asked softly: "Brother, is this the great hero who can save me?"

Edward replied gently and dotingly: "It's him, brother, let him come out to see you."

Although Edward said so, he didn't move, he was waiting.

Sure enough, not long after, Frank, with a bandage on his face, arrived late with a team of guards.Omir looked at Frank's appearance, but thought in his heart, it seems that Edward probably didn't lie to him about the fact that he broke the bridge of the other's nose.

There were too many strangers, the little girl hid behind her brother shyly, and peeked out secretly with her little head out.

She saw that the mechanical arm grabbed her hero out of the water and put it on the ground, and saw the uncles and brothers in uniform surrounded the hero with their guns raised and forced him into a strange glass room. Watching the uncle in uniform pull the hand of the great hero out of the only hole in the glass room, lock it and fix it.

Frank walked up to Edward, and said in a low voice: "I will let it heal your sister according to the agreement, and you must also abide by the agreement, don't make any mistakes, and popularize and replicate this technology for me as soon as possible."

Edward said lukewarmly: "Jennifer recovers, and I will fulfill the agreement."

Frank dissatisfied: "That's not what we said. I only promised treatment, but never guaranteed a cure."

Edward was unmoved: "Jennifer recovers, this is the premise of everything."

Frank couldn't help cursing under his breath, and took a deep breath to calm himself down.He walked around with his arms folded, his pace changed from chaotic and rapid to steady, and his mentality gradually stabilized.

He hadn't been so impatient before, probably because he finally saw the dawn and was escaped by the experimental subject once again. Although he knew that the other party would come back, it still affected his mentality to some extent.

But this is not good, impatience will make him lose his mind, and then lose his advantage.

Frank calmed down and walked back to Edward: "It took Goodwin three months to recover, and I will give you three months. After three months, no matter what happens to your sister, I want you to fulfill your promise and replicate success for me .”

Edward knew that this was Frank's biggest concession, so he looked at him and nodded.

Frank glanced at him, threw the key to the glass compartment, and left in a grandiose manner with the people.

Edward took the key, and now, there were only three of them left in the central control room.

Omir twisted his wrist, but he couldn't pull his arm out of the small hole. His superhuman strength seemed to pose no threat to everything in this small glass space.

Edward said: "Don't struggle, this glass is 49 times harder than tempered glass, you can't break free."

Omir said: "This really doesn't seem like the attitude you should have towards your benefactor. Only I can save your sister, isn't it?"

Edward stopped talking to Omir, he silently supported Omir's clenched fist, and inserted the needle into the vein.

"Jennifer, come here."

"Brother, what's the matter?" The little girl ran over erratically.

Edward patted her on the head: "My brother is going to give Jennifer an injection, don't be afraid, it will be fine after the injection."

Jennifer said loudly: "Don't be afraid! My brother's injection doesn't hurt at all!"

It's like bluffing to cheer yourself up.

Edward stuck another needle into Jennifer's wrist.Omir's blood was drawn out little by little, flowed into the purifier, and filtered into Jennifer's body.

Edward stood up, looked at the time, and sighed wearily.

Jennifer asked sensitively: "What's the matter, brother? Are you tired? Do you want to take a rest?"

Edward shook his head: "My brother will dispense the medicine for you, and Jennifer will infuse you obediently here, don't move around, you know?"

Jennifer nodded obediently: "Jennifer is obedient."

She watched Edward walk into the dispensing room and disappear completely, then shrank her neck cutely, and whispered to Omir, "Brother just loves to worry too much."

Omir looked at her silently, without speaking.

Jennifer asked strangely: "Hero, are you unhappy?"

Jennifer's eyes were too serious, and Omir couldn't help but answer her seriously: "If you were locked in a cage, you had no freedom, and you had to bleed, would you be happy?"

Jennifer thought about it carefully, and frowned like a little adult: "Then Jennifer won't be happy." There were many things she couldn't understand in her little head, but there was one thing she knew: "So the big hero is not Do you want to save Jennifer?"

Omir didn't lie to her: "I want to save another person, but he is far away, and I want to find him."

Jennifer frowned, then her eyes suddenly lit up when she thought of something: "Jennifer has a way, don't worry about being a hero."

To be honest, Omir doesn't believe that this little girl can do anything, what can a little girl do with the shackles that even he can't break free, the walls that can't be broken?

Just as she was thinking about it, Edward came back with a tube of potion. Jennifer took the potion quite consciously, and drank it in one gulp as usual.

Edward knelt down and asked her, "Is it suffering?"

Jenny stuck out her tongue and frowned, but told a lie to comfort her brother: "It's not bitter!"

"Oh? Then I won't give you the toffee my brother prepared in advance?"

Jennifer immediately changed her words: "It's so hard, I want toffee!"

Edward finally showed his first smile today. He rubbed Jennifer's hair, stood up and looked at the time, and after waiting for nearly 10 minutes, he pulled out Jennifer's needle.

He didn't move at Omir's place, but just turned off the blood pumping device to facilitate the next blood transfusion.

After almost three days, Omir basically determined the cycle for the little girl to receive blood transfusions. She needed blood transfusions twice a day, once at eight or nine in the morning and once at eight or nine in the evening.

Although the frequent infusions caused a lot of needle holes in her arms, it is undeniable that Jennifer has gained a little weight, not as thin as before, and her complexion has turned red, making her look a lot better.

She is indeed getting better.

On the third night, the rejection occurred again.

Frank's guards reappeared, "assisted" Omir to soak for 12 hours, and then locked him in the glass compartment.

Throughout the whole process, Omer did not find any chance to break through.

Omer became irritable, he couldn't wait any longer, and Brant's situation made him very worried.If that place was really the Arkham Asylum, and the riot in the dream had actually occurred, then whether he was safe now became uncertain.

And just after he transfused Jennifer's blood again, at about one or two o'clock in the middle of the night, Jennifer in pajamas appeared in front of Omir again.

"Hush." ​​Jennifer raised a finger and said quietly: "Hero, Jennifer let you out, don't move around."

Omir was taken aback: "Why did you let me out?"

Jennifer proudly took out a key: "My brother fell asleep, I secretly took it out."

Omir watched the little girl clumsily open the restraint on his wrist, and then clumsily opened the glass door, and was a little speechless for a while.

Jennifer walked into the compartment and led Omer out: "Hero, you can go and save your princess now."

Omir said in a daze, "I don't have a princess."

Jennifer said solemnly: "The person you want to save is your princess. My brother often told me that I am his little princess. Although I am sick and hurt everywhere, I will wait for my hero to find me." I, I can be fine. I thought you were, but now it seems that you have your own princess, and it has nothing to do with Jennifer. Jennifer will continue to wait for her hero, and you should be happy with your princess life."

Omir took a deep breath, and he didn't know how to face this girl for a moment: "If you don't have my blood, you will get sicker and worse, and even die. Do you know what death is?"

Jennifer laughed: "I'm already ten years old, I'm not a child anymore, of course I know, although Jennifer is very sad to leave my brother alone, but I can't force others to save myself just because of this." The little girl Seriously said: "Saving people should be voluntary."

Omir frowned, seeing Jennifer like this, he didn't want to leave for a moment.But his reason quickly told him that Brant, who was his half body, was obviously more important than the girl he had been with for a few days.

He took a deep look at Jennifer, and then turned around when the girl tilted her head in puzzled eyes, and ran forward suddenly, protecting her head and rushing out of the window.

The siren rang through the night sky. Omir grabbed the window sill and jumped down from floor to floor. He looked up to the top floor with awareness, and there was a little girl with twin ponytails holding on to the window and waving at him.

I will return.

Omir said to himself silently.

Then he let go completely and fell to the ground.Inertia made him roll, and he used his strength to hide in the shadows and sneaked into the night without a sound.

There were less than 36 hours before the next rejection reaction. Omir identified the direction of the Stark branch and ran towards it quickly.

Nowadays.

Must see clown.

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Gotham, Arkham Asylum.

Brandt was taken by Allen to an office that was more gloomy than the ward, and he heard him call a man who was talking to his pocket watch and kept talking to him as the dean, and repeated his story several times.

When he said it for the third time, the dean finally had a reaction. He carefully put down his pocket watch, paused, and said, "Since you have the talent in this field, let's keep it." Then he blasted them gone.

The two exited the dean's office. The moment the door closed, Brandt looked inside through the crack of the door. The dean picked up his pocket watch again and began to mutter.

"Your dean, it seems that there is something wrong?" Brandt said tangled.

Allen said: "Now it's our dean." He sighed: "You can't blame him. Ever since the mad dog killed his wife and daughter, the dean has changed, and he has not been able to get back on his feet."

Brandt expressed his understanding to Bibi: "If there is a chance, I can also treat him. You know, this kind of thing should be alleviated in time."

Allen nodded.

Brant asked again, "Can you tell me about the last time the clown escaped from prison?"

Allen looked at him suspiciously: "Why are you asking this?"

Brandt said: "If I want to understand Arkham, I naturally have to understand the big celebrity of the Joker."

Allen said: "Well, I actually don't know, the last jailbreak was too weird."

Brant asked, "What do you mean?"

Allen said: "There was no warning and no alarm was triggered. The clown disappeared from the ward. This is very inconsistent with his previous style of wanting to make a fuss. I haven't figured out the reason yet."

Brant's heart moved: "Can you show me, the clown's room."

Allen said, "Of course."

He took Brant into the elevator room, went up to the fourth floor, and opened the door.

Everything in the house was normal, and it didn't look like he was planning to escape or implemented an escape. Compared to this being another prison escape planned by the clown, he believed that the clown was someone like him who was inexplicably sucked away by a black hole.

After watching for a few more minutes, he was sure that no evidence could be found, so Brandt left the ward.And the moment he just stepped out of the room, he suddenly felt a burst of energy, an energy body very similar to that sucking black hole.

He followed the energy fluctuations and looked towards the source. It was a ward with the same specifications as the clown, the only one on the fourth floor.

"What's that place?"

Brandt walked to the ward and looked back at Allen.

He has to figure out what this energy represents, and whether this energy will take him back to another universe, to his Miami.

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Brandt's Confessions:

Originally, in this chapter, that hateful scumbag author didn't want to write about me, but wanted to write about my father who hates dogs and gets money.

But I tried my best: As the protagonist, how can he not appear in the whole chapter, just live in other people's conversations, or appear as a "princess"?

I finally persuaded the scumbag author and got seven or eight hundred characters to appear on the stage. I feel very relieved. The scumbag author asked me to convey why there were so few comments in the last chapter. Don’t you all love her?Because of being too sad and overeating, she has gained a pound and a half, please save the child!