family history of mental illness

Brant's memory has gone awry.

He didn't remember what he did last night at all, and he didn't remember seeing Brian. If he hadn't seen Jason coming back from his workout, he would only think it was another bad joke by Neil.

This is not normal.Brant thought silently, he has always had a photographic memory, so he built a memory palace to sort out too many memories, how could he forget such a big thing?

"Maybe it's Alzheimer's disease?" the system said irresponsibly.

"I think it was caused by you. At least before you appeared, my memory was normal."

Accompanied by the sound of flipping the book again and again, the system said dissatisfiedly: "It's obviously not the first time this kind of thing happened, okay?"

"for example?"

"For example, I retrieved the memory from 19 years ago for you." The system concluded, "Memory impairment, admit it, your brain is sick."

Finally regained a victory, the tone of the system is cheerful and somewhat upbeat.Brandt had to face up to the tragedy he experienced when he was five years old. If these two times were really pathological amnesia caused by overstimulation, then what was the source of the stimulus?

The system recalled: "From the perspective you shared yesterday, the only thing that can be called a source of stimulation is blood."

Brant: "But I'm not afraid of blood, and I see blood a lot, but it only happened twice."

System: "What if it's a sea of ​​blood overflowing in a small space?"

Yes.

At the age of 5, I sat for three days in a sea of ​​blood up to the ankle in the container, and now I am inspecting the dead body in the blood-soaked toilet cubicle, which makes sense.

But a new question arises, why is his brain sick?

"So, what broke my brain?"

"I guess it's the sequelae caused by time-space distortion when I sent you here. Although...although that thing tried its best to protect you, the time-space turbulence is too strong, and your brain was damaged after all."

"That thing?" Brandt keenly caught a word, "What are you talking about?"

The system fell silent again.

Brandt took the next best thing, "Okay, then what do you mean by space-time theory? Parallel space?"

The system opened the tome, "Simply put, black holes in the universe are actually a kind of gravitational waves in essence, and when two black holes approach each other and collide, guess what will happen?"

Although it is a question sentence, he obviously does not need others to answer, he quickly said the answer himself, "A channel will be created, you can simply understand it as a wormhole, and then through the wormhole, the gravitational pull of the two universes, the magnetic field will merge , resulting in an intersection!"

Brandt: "And I passed through the tunnel, traveled through time and space, and came to the present universe?"

"That's understandable."

It seemed like a reasonable guess, but whenever the system talked about something to protect him, it would be vague, and it would quickly withdraw its voice when it missed something a few times, which made Brandt a little concerned.

He was sure that the system was hiding something from him.

Brandt: "How do we build trust if we can't be honest with each other?"

The system just emphasizes, "I'm being honest with you."

"So what exactly is the energy that protects me?"

"..."

"Another way of asking." He guessed the hidden pronunciation, "What role did the system play in this process?"

"..."

"Or, are you really the system? Why do you exist in my brain? If I didn't choose to activate it, would you still exist?"

"..."

The young man who claimed to be a system couldn't answer a single question. His self-setting was very chaotic. What's more, Brandt kept attacking and pressing questions. Reasonable.

……

Brant waited for a while, but the system was still playing dead.But the stomach made a long growl at the right time, protesting the master's neglect of him.

From yesterday to tonight, he has not eaten, so it is no wonder that he is hungry.

The house was too quiet, just for a while, Neil didn't know where to go, Jason stayed obediently in the bathroom, he just came back from exercising and was taking a shower.Brant walked into the kitchen on his own, opened the cabinets, refrigerator, and pot lids, and then discovered a desperate fact.

On the second day of moving into the new home, the family ran out of ammunition and food.

The landlord didn't leave them even a grain of rice in storage. After eating the fruit dessert Neil brought from the mother-in-law's house next door yesterday, they were faced with the problem of food supplies.

"I'll go buy it." Jason said naturally, wiping his hair and walking out of the bathroom.

Brandt pointed to the TV in the living room and said, "Then it was discovered by passers-by that he was a murderer and mentally ill?" The overview of the riot in the mental hospital was broadcasting there, and even posted photos of several patients who had escaped. List.

Jason: "..."

Brant: "Or, are you rich?"

Even the clothes were picked up by others, except for a pile of bandages, Jason silently lowered his head.

Brant asked, "How do you manage to eat while I'm asleep?"

Jason recalled it seriously, "Neil took me to the next door."

"You guys are really good." Brant looked at him indescribably, "Can an old lady who can't walk steadily cook for you?"

There was a sound of opening the door, and Neil walked in just in time to hear this sentence. He said innocently, "Mrs. Smith likes to make desserts, especially for handsome young men."

He shook the small paper bag in his hand and sighed exaggeratedly, "I'm afraid you'll be hungry, so I'll get you something to eat to fill your stomach. It seems you don't need it anymore."

Gollum...

Smelling the aroma of sweets, his stomach protested again. Brant sighed, and took the small paper bag under Neil's complacent eyes. "I see, thank you very much."

Neil snorted softly, indicating that this is not too bad.

Once again reminding the two cohabitants who were inconvenient to go out to stay at home, Brandt took the donuts sponsored by the neighbor next door, picked up his wallet and went out.

In addition to food, I also need to buy some daily necessities. I only prepared Neil and his things before. This time, there is an extra Jason, and many things need to be replenished.

Thinking about the few assets at present, the idea of ​​throwing away Jason, once again popped up.

"You can't do this." The system, which had been playing dead for nearly half an hour, ended the unilateral cold war and stopped it.

"Let's hear it." Brant found the supermarket chain in his memory, opened the curtain and walked in. While dealing with the system, he threw various foods into the shopping cart.

"That beef, take a piece too."

Brant originally stretched out his hand to the beef, "Why?"

The system boy said as a matter of course: "I want to eat."

Brant frowned sensitively. What the system wanted to eat was also what he wanted to eat at that moment. Is there any necessary connection between this?Or is he just worrying too much?

Brandt probed: "What else do you want to eat?"

System: "So good? Then I want to eat..."

Brant's eyes stopped on the large vacuum-packed chicken wings in the middle of the shelf.

“Buffalo Wings!”

Turning his gaze, he stopped at the glass counter next door.

“Turkey Sandwich!”

Then stopped at a whole row of cookies in the kids section.

"Fruit tart biscuits! I want cinnamon wedges in them!"

Well, the case is solved.

Brant: "Why do you get an appetite for what I want?"

"Ugh!" The turning point was caught off guard, and the system didn't even have time to retract its excited tone, so it couldn't help hiccupping.

He quickly came back to his senses and counterattacked, "That's not what you want to eat, why do you want to eat children's biscuits?"

Brant coughed in embarrassment, but he quickly returned to normal and was not fooled. "Tell me, you who call yourself a system, why do you share an emotional system with me?"

There was another flipping sound in his brain, and Brant took the time to enter the memory palace to take a look. The boy was pitifully huddled in the sofa, flipping through his tome quickly.

"Why, is there an answer in the book?"

"No." The system said stiffly, "But it can calm me down."

Fine.

"So what's the answer?"

The system stopped talking again.

Brandt came to a conclusion, "I don't think you are like a system, but more like a derivative of me?"

There was a pumping sound from the system.

Brant raised his eyebrows proudly, "No wonder you always feel that your business is particularly unskilled, and your abilities and tasks are all made up by you on the spur of the moment, right?"

The system really had nothing to say this time, so he chose what he was best at - playing dead.

Jack really ignored him this time.Looking at the young man in the memory palace who maintained the posture of facing the wall and thinking about his past, Brandt confirmed this.

But fortunately, he has already found a little bit of thread in the mess, as long as he slowly smoothes it out from here, he will soon be able to figure out what this thing that appeared in his brain is.

In a happy mood, he threw the beef, chicken wings, sandwiches, and fruit tart biscuits into the shopping cart, and Brant walked towards the checkout counter satisfied.

The scenery at the gate jingled, and someone came in again.Brant subconsciously turned his head to look, only to meet a pair of dodging green eyes.

"..." Brant's good mood flew away, "Jason, didn't I tell you not to go out!"

Anyway, I still know how to do some camouflage and wrap a few bandages on my face, but I have to say that the effect is not as good as not wrapping it, it is more conspicuous, okay?

Facing the gazes from all around, Brandt pulled Jason to a corner.

Brandt: "What the hell are you doing?"

Jason: "I want to buy something."

Brant: "What are you going to buy?"

Jason thought to himself, "A... red hood?"

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On how the red barrel is made_(:з」∠)_

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