family history of mental illness

If you get rich overnight, you don't have to worry about the problem of transportation anymore.

Brandt waved his hand and said boldly, "Let's fly!"

Then the two bumpkins who suddenly got rich booked a direct flight in the middle of the night, of course, first class.

Sitting on the plane, overlooking the clouds and birds, people can't help but feel a surge of pride.So Omer, who was full of pride, turned his head to look at Brant, and launched a soul torture.

"We spent all the money, and when we get back to Gotham, how will we pay it back to Alfred?"

Brandt said without any sense of crisis: "We only spent less than [-] dollars, how can we spend it all?"

Omir said, "Think about it carefully."

Brant said, "What am I thinking?"

Omir said sadly: "Think about the three or four years you have entered the society, how much money have you earned in total?"

Brandt couldn't help but fell into deep thought.

After a long time, he said uncertainly, "About [-]...is that too much?"

"So." Omir patted the back of his hand: "We really can't afford it."

Brant looked at his creation and suddenly realized that he didn't seem to want to fly first class that much.

……

Although it is not as far as Miami to Seattle, Gotham is nearly [-] kilometers away from Seattle.

Thanks to the choice of transportation, they flew into the sky over Seattle in less than three hours.

The journey was coming to an end, and the announcement from the flight attendants also sounded on the radio in the cabin. Unfortunately, at this moment, with a loud "bang", the plane crashed into something, and the fuselage slammed into a With a flick, it began to shake violently.

The captain may have tried hard to stabilize the plane, but the damaged wing made his more than 20 years of flying experience useless.

In just two or three minutes, the plane lost its balance completely, its head was facing down, and the whole body was spinning and fell towards the ground.

There were screams one after another in the cabin, as well as children crying, adults cursing and praying, and some even took out their mobile phones to record their last words on the spot.

Brandt just felt that everything was too unreal.

He just wanted to take a first-class flight once, so why did he encounter such a rare event as a "one in a million" plane crash?

Not afraid of death.

After going through so much, Brant has long since ceased to be afraid of death, but his fear of death is so ridiculous, so like a joke.

There was a sudden heat on the back of his hand, and Brant noticed it and looked over.

Omir didn't know when he stretched out his hand, and put it lightly on the back of his hand.

His hands trembled a little, but his voice was calm.

"We jumped out the window," he said.

For a split second Brant knew exactly what he was about to do.As if confirming it, he heard the other party say that he could not refuse.

"Break the window, you hug me, I'm [-]% sure to climb onto the tail fin, and when the body falls, you still have a chance to survive."

Brant asked calmly, "What about you?"

Omir didn't speak.

Brandt said, "Like that time in the memory palace, self-sacrificing self-sacrifice to save me?"

Omir said quickly: "Now is not the time to talk about this."

Brandt also said hastily: "Then what are you going to say? When are you going to say it?"

Omir pursed his lips tightly and slammed his fist into the glass.

The strengthened force failed to break the special glass at once, but managed to smash a few cracks on it. He punched the glass one after another. Amid the loud bang, his hands quickly became flesh and blood. Blurred, and because of the continuous heavy blows, the cracks on the glass quickly became dense and shattered.

Until there was a loud bang.

Under another heavy blow, the glass shattered.

The wind-wrapped glass wreckage rolled into the cabin, and the luggage cups and trays spun and slammed into the passengers, into the fuselage, and out of the windows.

In a louder scream, Omir broke open the fuselage around the window, and roared undeniably.

"Hold me! Jump off!"

Brant looked at Omir's expression, but couldn't say the word "no" for a moment.

He knew that the purpose of Omir's existence at the beginning was to save himself, but when he was really saved by the other party time and time again, and watched the other party sacrifice for himself time and time again, he began to hate the original self.

Why, give his creation the meaning of protection?

He actually wanted something else.

A special meaning of supporting each other and standing side by side, not separated by life and death, but living together and dying together.

That was a meaning he had never had.

what is that?

There was a sharp throbbing in his chest, and he seemed to be about to deduce key information.

Just a little.

It's just... a tiny bit.

However, thinking of this, just a second before something broke the ground, the momentum of the plane's descent suddenly stopped, and Brandt fell inertially, and the seat belt ruthlessly pulled him back into the seat.

"What...what's going on?" Brandt asked hesitantly, "The plane stopped in mid-air?"

Not only that.

During the interval between Brant's questioning, the stationary plane unexpectedly rose slowly again.

The cabin was full of cheers one after another, and the passengers shed tears for the rest of their lives.

When the plane was placed smoothly on the ground of the airport, and as the crying and laughing people flowed out of the cabin, Brandt saw the existence of the person who saved the entire plane's passengers at a glance.

It was a tall, muscular young man.

He has curly short hair that is dark brown and almost black, a pair of blue eyes that seem to reflect the sky, a blue tight suit, a red cape, and a huge S logo on his chest.

"It's Superman! It's Superman who saved us!"

A passenger who recognized him shouted his name, and Omir found the existence of this person from the memory fused with the system.

Superman, the guardian of the metropolis, is also a kind and righteous alien.

He grew up in a small town and worked in a newspaper. His ordinary life was his cover. When he took off his glasses and put on his battle suit, he would become the Kryptonian soaring in the sky.

His ability comes from the sun, and he is indeed like the sun, warming everyone who can shine.

This is a good guy who is a good guy in every sense of the word.

Omir put his arms around Brant and bit his ear, stuffing everything he knew about Superman into his head.

Not far away, Clark, who had just calmed down the passengers and politely rejected the little girl who asked for an autograph, was just relieved when his super hearing brought him an amazing message.

His identity was exposed!

Looking sharply at the source of the information, a tall and handsome Nordic man is holding a pale and thin young man in his arms, whispering about him!

Clark didn't know how he showed his flaws. If he really wanted to say it, he didn't even think about when he met these two people.

Frowning, he walked towards the two young men.

"you know me?"

The deep and pleasant voice interrupted Omer and Brant's biting ears.

Omir was taken aback for a moment, and soon realized that what they said was probably heard by the Lord.

There was no point in refusing, so he simply admitted it.

"Of course I do. Who doesn't know the famous superhero, Superman, the Guardian of the Metropolis?"

Superman frowned and said, "Go to a quiet place and let's have a good talk."

Brandt and Omir looked at each other, and they both saw resistance from each other's gaze: "If you have anything to say, just say it here."

Just kidding, although I know that Superman is a good man, no one knows if the good man will do things such as killing people to silence him, or just stern threats after learning that his identity has been exposed.

So Blatter turned him down rather flatly.

Before Superman wanted to say something, a few passengers who had just been rescued walked towards this direction, and directly surrounded Brandt and the two of them tightly.

Brandt asked warily, "What are you going to do?"

A fat man with his arm bent into a strange arc said in a rough voice: "You suddenly broke the glass, and I was hit by a big box on the arm, and I was broken at that time! Don't say anything, lose money!"

A little boy with a hole in his head was crying loudly. His mother raised her eyebrows and scolded: "I must smash the glass, I must smash the glass. The glass fragments cut my son's forehead, so pay me!"

A man in a suit who limped over reluctantly said, "Originally because of Superman, I wouldn't miss tonight's meeting, but you, all of you, not only made me lose 300 million orders, but also ruined one of mine. Legs, you must pay for it!"

A lady with a cut on her chin angrily reprimanded: "Everyone is afraid of death, and no one will see you, smashing the glass, can the glass of the plane be smashed? What about the quality?"

The four words of poverty and anger are vividly reflected.

At this time, the reasoning does not make sense, and they don't want to listen to the reasoning at all.

And in the final analysis, it was Brant and the others who were wrong.

Therefore, Omir, who felt guilty, obtained Brant's consent, and distributed all the remaining [-] in Kari to the sufferer.

People who can fly first class, except for Brant, are basically those who have no shortage of money, so four or five people surrounded this bank card with a total of no more than 9 yuan, and fell into silence collectively.

Omir's heart skipped a beat, and he said bravely, "This is all our money."

The sufferers looked at him in disbelief.

Brandt added: "It's still about the travel expenses borrowed by others."

The sufferers smash it, smash it.

"Forget it, the plane crash is not your fault, everyone will collapse for a while."

"Yeah, the ambulance is coming, and we don't stay here anymore."

"Yes, yes, I'm going to the hospital now, you can keep the card yourself."

"We're just so angry that we have to apologize. Keep this little change for yourself."

Brandt: "..."

Although it is good not to bleed heavily, why does he feel that he has been nakedly ridiculed no matter what he thinks?

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Bubu: Porridge, we have met a good man, woo woo woo

Fat man: it's a dog

Boy's mother: bloody mold

The Man in the Suit: No Misfortune

Lady: too unqualified

porridge:……