family history of mental illness

Jason didn't get a red hood, there wasn't such a thing in the supermarket.As a last resort, he stopped in the knitted hat section.

He took a fancy to a red knit hat, the brim can be pulled down to cover the chin, and it can be folded and folded in three to wear as a hat. This probably fits his idea, so Jason took it with great satisfaction. stand up.

Then the price tag on the back was revealed.

"...52 dollars?" Brant couldn't understand, "A hat is more expensive than my fruit tart biscuits?"

Jason responded by silently putting the knitted hat into Brant's shopping cart.

Fine.

Brandt glanced at Jason and acquiesced in his behavior.

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Time passed quickly, and at nearly nine o'clock, the nightlife began. The wind chimes at the entrance of the supermarket kept ringing, and a group of teenagers pretending to be mature came in one after another.

They look no older than sixteen or seventeen years old, but the girls wear scantily clad clothes and heavy makeup, while the boys wear nose rings and exaggerated tattoos.Obviously, a group of bad kids pretending to be adults are probably going to some indescribable places to have a good time.

Brant quickly ignored them, but they were too excited and noisy, chattering non-stop, Brant tried to block most of them, and some stubbornly got into his ears.

"Wow, I'm going to the bar soon, so excited! I've grown up so much, I haven't had a drink yet." Some girls cheered excitedly.

A young man with a cock-duck voice said proudly: "Hey, bumpkins who have never seen the world, this time Boss Tom is treating you to show you the world."

"George, is that Tom reliable? After all, he is from outside the school... and we are not yet 21 years old, so the bar is not allowed in."

"Speaking of fake identity documents, can they really pass the test? We won't be kicked out, will we?"

"It's okay to be blown out, just don't be taken to the police station for criticism and education. If my dad finds out that I went to the bar secretly, he can beat me half to death."

Questioning voices came and went, and the male duck's voice interrupted them with dissatisfaction: "If you are afraid, don't act with us! A bunch of cowards!"

Someone asked again: "George George, did you bring the happy water you mentioned last time?"

"Of course, happy water, fairy medicine, Boss Tom sent me a lot, and I brought them all..." George with a male duck voice paused, and suddenly called out: "Hey, where did you come from, catch me what!"

George cried out in pain, and Brant suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart. He immediately turned his head to the left, and Jason, who was there, disappeared. The person who was kicking and beating around was obviously Jason!

Jason grabbed George, who was obviously the leader of the small group, and asked in a sinister tone, "Are you on drugs?"

"Let go!" George's face twisted angrily, "It's none of your business!"

The teenagers began to kick and beat Jason, some tried to break his hands, some pushed his shoulders, but Jason didn't move, his hands tightly pinched George's wrist, which was already red and swollen visible to the naked eye.

Jason's breathing became heavy: "Who, sold it to you."

The teenagers finally realized that this was someone they couldn't afford to mess with, and they didn't dare to run, and couldn't beat them, so they had no choice but to talk to each other one by one.

"It's not for sale. George said it was from Tom!"

"Tom is from outside the school. I have long said that he is unreliable."

"It's a little thing that's not addictive and very high, how can there be such a cheap thing, I think it's just trying to trick us."

George finally couldn't bear it anymore, "Hey! You didn't have this attitude when you said you wanted to play!"

"Shut up." Jason gritted his teeth and spit out words one by one, "Give me something."

The teenagers shrank their heads like quails. With trembling left hand, George took out a board of pills and several thumb-sized brown vials from his right trouser pocket, and tremblingly handed them to Jason before finally taking them back. control of the right hand.

Jason took the pills and the vial, and let go of his wrist.He had a stern face, clenched his teeth, and even had slight spasms in his hands, and his condition was very strange.

Brant was afraid that he would fall ill again, so he hurriedly pushed the shopping cart and walked over in a few steps.After waving his hand to tell the boys to leave quickly, Brandt pressed Jason's shoulder.

"Calm down, Jason."

Jason said hoarsely, "I'm calm now."

"So what's the matter, what stimulated you this time?"

"Those thugs, moths, scum, they take drugs to schools and sell them to children."

"Then?"

Jason's eyes were frighteningly dark, and he said every word: "I'm going to take over their lair."

Brant took the pills from Jason, opened one, crushed it, put it in his nose and sniffed it, the smell of marijuana rushed directly into his brain.

Brant's face turned pale, and he closed his eyes for a while before he said, "It's not a small thing. This thing is quite powerful. It really should be damned." He admitted Jason first, let the other party relax, and then said: " But you can't, we call the police at most, you can't be seen by the police."

Jason's expression became ugly.

"Listen," Brant said, "I'm dying of exhaustion right now, and my right hand is dying, so you better calm down because I can't help you."

Jason was unmoved.

"Although I haven't paid yet." Brant said hesitantly, "Would you like to try fruit tart biscuits? Sweets help you relax."

Jason gave him a cold look, and reached into the shopping cart. Of course, he didn't go to get the damn biscuit, but skipped the beef and chicken wings, and took back the red knitted hat that was thrown into the shopping cart.

He held the knitted hat stiffly, and after five or six minutes, he miraculously calmed down.

Okay.

Seeing that Jason had recovered a bit, Brandt breathed a sigh of relief.

Dragging the other person to the checkout counter quickly, Brant was very glad that there were not many people, otherwise Jason would lose his temper when he was waiting in line.

After paying the payment quickly, I left the supermarket even more quickly.When he was about to leave, Brandt still heard the conversation he least wanted to hear.

"Eh? The man in the bandage who scares children looks familiar."

"I also feel familiar, I should have seen it recently, but I just can't remember it, so uncomfortable."

Sure enough, this level of camouflage will definitely be discovered.

If Jason was discovered, he would definitely attract attention as well. Although he had tried his best to avoid the supermarket's surveillance cameras just now, there was no guarantee that his profile or back would not be captured.The police will refocus on him, and trouble will follow...

Throw it away, Jason is too good at making trouble.

The sound of turning the pages of the book sounded again in his brain. He guessed that the system wanted to protest, but finally suppressed it and did not make a sound.

Suddenly without a young voice who always pretends to be mysterious, will it feel empty and lonely?The answer was no, it only took a few seconds for Brandt to fully adapt to this state.

And it's like the question that adults always have: What should I do if the child loses his temper?

—Patiently coaxing him?

——No, Brant is only good at cold violence.

So he ignored the teenager who was flipping through the book loudly seeking attention, and began to think seriously about Jason's question.

He is mentally unstable, irritable, has a troubled physique, and is not obedient. His only use is probably to study abilities.

So why can he bear it until now?Is it so important for a man for the first time?

Brandt couldn't figure it out and simply stopped thinking about it.

He dragged Jason back. During this period, the enraged Jason beat up a thief, kicked away two blackmailers, and beat a pervert who secretly took pictures of girls' skirts into the trash can, and finally returned home.

The delay on the road was too long, and it was almost early morning when I got home.Brant didn't bother to cook spicy chicken wings, nor did he bother to stew beef. He ate up the sandwiches in twos and twos, and ate half a bag of fruit tart biscuits without cinnamon to fill his stomach.

Neil was watching a funny show in the living room and was rocking back and forth laughing, while Jason went into the guest room with his head sullen.

Brant also returned to the bedroom, leaned back, and collapsed on the bed.

Eyelids were getting heavier and sleepier, and just when Brant was about to fall asleep in a drowsy state, there was a sudden sound of dingling and clanging, which made him startled and woke up.

"What's the matter!" Brant suddenly sat up.

Neil was still watching TV, hahaha, and took the time to reply, "It's Jason's place."

Brant got up silently, pushed open the door of the next room, and saw broken threads all over the floor, a scissors that had been smashed and deformed, and the irritable boy Jason, frowning and pursing his lips.

"What are you doing!"

"I was going to dig two holes and sew the sunglasses on..."

After Jason hesitated, he spread his hands, and Brandt saw the unrecognizable knitted hat in his hand at a glance.

Two holes of different sizes were dug in the middle and upper part of the hat. The wool began to flicker and shrink in several places around the edge of the hole. The sunglasses were stuffed into the hat and exposed at the hole. The red thread that came fixed the two sunglasses legs...

All in all, ugly beyond words.

Brant looked at the knitted hat, then at Jason, and fell into a long silence.

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Xiaobu: The best fruit tart biscuit in the world, no rebuttal accepted!

Brother Tong: Yes!Serve with cinnamon too!

Brother Tong: From now on, please call me Knitting Hat Man (.

Brother Tong & Brother Tong: Huh?The name seems to be wrong