family history of mental illness

The air stagnated for a moment.

They obviously didn't expect that there would be a doctor going out so late, and they just had a chance to meet him.

The doctor was tall, thin and handsome, with a pair of dark brown eyes staring straight at them. Just when Brant wondered if they had been exposed, the doctor suddenly spoke.

"Take the patient out so late?"

His voice was a bit hoarse, and it was a little tense at first, but it became smoother and smoother, and after one sentence, it was no different from a normal question.

Brant pretended to be a patient, and then lowered his head again, which was not suitable for dealing with it. Neil bit the bullet and started to deal with it.

Neil seemed to be able to handle it with ease. After all, being a liar has always encountered many emergencies, and he was used to it.

"Take the patient for a brain examination, and I'm going back to the ward." Neil glanced at the doctor's badge, remembered the name, and said calmly, "Doctor Thomas, you just went home now, are you working overtime again?"

The doctor raised his eyebrows, raised his hand and pushed his glasses a few times, and snorted inexplicably, "Oh, yes, I'm working overtime again. You're very unfamiliar, are you new here?"

Neil nodded, and caught the steps handed to him, "I just joined the job this month."

"Then you come on." The doctor didn't ask any more questions, but smiled suddenly as if he couldn't hold it back, then stopped quickly, and said goodbye to him, "Then see you tomorrow, newcomer."

He pronounced the three words "New Arrival" heavily and slowly, which made Brant feel an ominous premonition in his heart. He watched the doctor turn his back and walk out of the hospital. They quickly entered the elevator and watched the elevator door slowly close. Both of them breathed a sigh of relief.

Brandt couldn't help but ask, "Have we been discovered?"

"Probably not." Neil didn't know whether to comfort Brant or himself, and whispered, "Don't you still believe my deception?"

Brant muttered, "But I think he's kind of weird."

Recalling the scene just now, he combed the young man's hair back, shaved off the stubble in his mind, and took off his glasses...

He stopped suddenly.

"What's the matter, Brant?"

He looked at Neil and said incredulously, "That's Brian!"

Neil was also shocked, "Your brother? Didn't he run away a long time ago? Why did he come back?"

Things got worse, because Brant remembered something again, "I remember that in the information on Mosquito, his attending physician was called Byron Thomas..."

Neil murmured, "That's the name on his badge."

The elevator stopped suddenly, and the third floor was reached. A strong smell of blood scrambled in from the gap in the elevator, and a conjecture entered the heads of Brant and Neil at the same time.

broken!

……

The smell of blood is on the third floor, at the end of the corridor.Looking for the smell of blood, they walked all the way to the bathroom. The door of the bathroom was ajar. Brandt cautiously opened the door, and then saw a very familiar figure from behind.

Brant asked, "Jason? What are you doing here?"

The person they are going to rescue this time, Jason, who was supposed to be locked up in the ward like a prison, unexpectedly appeared at the scene of the crime at this moment, with one hand on his hips and the other hand touching his chin, walking around looking at the The source of the bloody smell in the room!

Neil was also surprised, "Aren't you supposed to be in the ward, why did you appear at the... murder scene?"

Jason sneered, and said as a matter of course: "How can that kind of low-level door lock lock me?"

Jason was at the bottom of the Gotham slums at first, a self-taught expert thief. Although he was adopted by Batman and reformed, his lockpicking skills have not been lost, so there is no need to remember. He was sent to a mental hospital in the afternoon, and no one was there at night. He didn't use violence, and opened the door lock in two or three clicks.

But he didn't go out right away.

He had observed this mental hospital, there were surveillance cameras and alarm devices everywhere, and he went out rashly. Once he was discovered, what awaited him could only be stricter supervision.

Jason's personality has just changed drastically, his mental state is terrible, but his IQ is still online, so it's impossible for him to do such a reckless and stupid thing.

Just as he was thinking about how to avoid the cameras along the way, there was the sound of leather shoes hitting the floor outside the door, followed by a tooth-sickening sound, and the pain seemed to be covered by something and turned into a fine muffled sound. Hmph, if it wasn't for years of training that made his sense of hearing far superior to that of ordinary people, he wouldn't even be able to catch it.

And then, the overwhelming smell of blood spread...

"That's the smell of death."

Jason looked at Brant, suppressing some tyrannical emotions in his dark eyes, "I smelled it, so I came out to take a look. Don't worry, the surveillance here has been dealt with."

"By whom? The murderer?" Brant passed him and finally saw the whole picture of the compartment.

Behind the wide-open door, a stripped naked male corpse lay horizontally on the toilet seat, five deep knife marks on the limbs and neck were bleeding continuously.

His body is very clean, even in a dirty toilet.

Except, the blood all over the ground

……

Neil frowned uncomfortably, "The shape of the wound looks a bit like it was caused by a scalpel, and the blood was almost drained."

Jason had a look of indifference, "Thomas has a habit of abusing patients, and I'm not surprised that he died so miserably." With information that can be known in an afternoon, one can imagine how blatant Thomas' actions are.

Brant hadn't said a word since just now, and he didn't know what he was thinking. When Neil patted him, he suddenly trembled, and then he came back to his senses as if he had just woken up from a dream.

"what happened to you?"

Brandt replied a little dullly: "I'm fine."

Neil looked at him suspiciously, and then he blinked and slowly regained his sense of speaking, "It's really all right. Since Jason has come out, let's withdraw too."

Neil felt that the matter was not that simple, "Thomas died, and Jason ran away again. Will the police connect them?"

"The monitoring is broken, we just need to make Jason not special now."

"Simple." Jason said and ran out of the toilet, and pried open the doors of several wards in the same way, "I'm not the only one who escaped, so it's fine."

Neil hurriedly reminded, "Don't let the aggressive one go!"

Brandt also nodded in affirmation. Although his sympathy and empathy are weak, and the boundaries between good and evil are often very blurred in his eyes, Harry's teachings still affect him. At this time, he also knows that the spirit The escape of criminals in bad condition can bring great disasters, so I agree with Neil's point of view very much.

Fortunately, although Jason had different considerations from theirs, he made the same decision.

"Don't worry, they are all ordinary patients, and scumbags don't deserve to be free." He assured with a cold snort, "I can tell the real 'demon' by my feeling."

……

Sirens rang through the hospital, and they left before the police arrived and returned to their house in the suburbs.

Probably exhausted, Brant fell asleep as soon as he got home, and slept until the next evening.

He walked out of the bedroom with his messy short hair, and greeted Neil, "Get ready, it's time to go."

Neil blinked, puzzled, "Why are you leaving?"

Brant looked at him strangely, "Go save Jason, you forgot?"

"..." You forgot!

Neil was dumbfounded.

What's going on, little brother, we just rescued Jason last night!Do you lose your memory when you sleep?

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Hey, no one guessed it this time, so I'm so happy→w→