Chapter 1

"Family History of Mental Illness [Zong Yingmei]</p>Author: Froghead Fran Copywriter: Brant · Morgan learns a secret.His own father is Arkham's nail household, and the eldest brother and younger brother who are not related by blood are all serial killers with mental disorders.Their family, including himself, is mentally ill.Brant looked at the psychopaths around him and let out a long sigh: It's okay, what can you throw it?

Read the guide: Read the guide: 1· Actually, it's an ugly cub 2· The system is not unified, and there is another identity 3· cp narcissus content tags: British and American derivatives strong time-traveling superheroes search keywords: protagonist: Brant · Morgan ┃Supporting Role: Follow-up text "[Zong Yingmei] I came to the Overworld after dressing as a night owl" ┃ Others: Super British, Super Reverse Sentence Introduction: Take Arkham and Give Dad a Home Chapter 1 The first psychotic tick ha, it's this voice again.Ticking in the dark and viscous silence, except for the mechanical ticking, it was empty to the point of almost eerie.He groped his way forward, the walls under his hands rough to the touch; Tapping with your hand, it makes a thin gurgling sound as usual.It didn't take long for the road under his feet to start changing as always, and the tide gradually disappeared over the soles of his shoes, and when his trousers were also soaked, he knew that his destination was almost there.The ticking light was just ahead, mostly obscured by a half-hidden iron door, and only a little specks of light spilled through the cracks.He raised his hand to touch it, and the cold and slippery touch immediately rose from his fingertips to his heart.He knew what was behind the door, and he didn't want to push it open.But I can't control myself!

Like a soul detached from his body, he crossed his arms and watched a farce, and he saw his hands squeak, and the rusty iron door opened in response.Tick!

Tick!

Tick!

That's not water.At this moment, the lights are bright, as if it were daytime.The door behind him disappeared without a trace.The tip of his nose was full of salt, his face was full of tears, and he was a sticky dark red, in a narrow space, up to his ankles, like an ocean, unreachable, no way back, no ferry, no redemption that was blood.At the moment of epiphany, the space suddenly became crowded.Cries of pain and cries alternated, pushing and struggling from all sides, and then quickly dissipated.He raised his eyes to look at the center of the space, the blonde woman was sobbing, she knelt in the sea of blood, her mouth opened and closed, and said silently: Close your eyes and don't look at the woman's cry Abruptly stopped, and then, on that face of fear and sorrow, the corners of her mouth suddenly grinned a strange arc, and then snapped, without warning, it fell apart, crackling and falling into a pool of blood.There was a broken voice, faintly coming from a distance, he fixed his mind and listened, it was Brandt!

Wake up, Brandt!

Suddenly opening his eyes, he blinked in a daze, and for a moment he couldn't tell the difference between dream and reality.The upbeat country folk song rings in his ears along with the hum of the engine, and Brant looks at the rickety lighter ornament on the front of the car in a trance, and finally has some realism.He slowed down for a moment before he regained his voice, "I'm fine, Neil."

Having a nightmare?

Neil glanced at him, maybe it was because of the nightmare, the other party's already pale complexion was now even more pale than a living person, he frowned, he didn't approve of Brandt's perfunctory, you don't look very good.Trust me, the cute little brother is able to heal everything, so when will we get to Miami?

I can't wait to meet him.Brandt looked at the time again, are you driving too slowly?

Don't change the subject, Brandt.Neil controlled the steering wheel with one hand, reached the glove box with the other, rummaged through it, and hung it with a lighter, it stands to reason that there should be an aha, I found it.He said as he took out a pack of cigarettes and handed it to Brant, would you like one?

Brant took the cigarette, put it to his nose and sniffed it.There should be a lighter inside.I don't think so.Brant inserted the cigarette back into the cigarette case and threw it back into the glove box, a disgusting smell of marijuana.Neil can't help but look at him, can you smell it?

Brandt was noncommittal, leaning against the window with his chin propped up, looking out the window at the fading trees and flowers like a tide, his eyes gradually lost focus, and he fell into memory.Of course he could smell it, because he had suffered from this before.It's not a pill in a bar or a little thing in a cigarette, it's an injection with higher purity and more damage to the human body!

That was how his second foster caregiver controlled him, and after he discovered that he had embezzled public funds and colluded with gangsters, the sanctimonious police inspector began to control him with drugs for six years.Of course, Brandt also made him pay the price in the end, being stripped of his police uniform, losing the respect of the citizens, and locked up with a group of criminals he once despised so much, and never saw the light of day for the rest of his life.This kind of punishment is much more energetic than death for a superior person who values face very much.It's just that the withdrawal reaction of drug addiction is too unbearable, and every time he thinks of the three years when he hid in the deep mountains and old forests to boil drug addiction, Brant can't help but shiver physiologically.Neil is an idle man, and he has started to hunt for treasure in the car again, marijuana cigarettes, ether, small pills, and a wooden warehouse!

He was amazed that the owner of the car didn't look like a good person.So we stole his car, which is about the same as eliminating harm for the people?

Come on, Mr.

Thief, watch the road carefully, don't look around, this is a high speed, beware of accidents.Neil didn't take it seriously, but as if to confirm Brant's words, a figure suddenly rushed out of the woods on the left, and rushed straight in front of their car.Neil slammed on the brakes and slammed the steering wheel until a muffled bang sounded and a white object flew out.Immediately afterward, the tires made a twisted arc on the ground, and the whole front of the car crashed into the trunk of a large tree on the side of the road before it stopped.The airbag popped out, and silence fell into the car.That person is fine.Neil swallowed, thought about it and asked, is that a person?

I'll take a look.Brandt said and got out of the car.The man who was knocked off was lying on the ground, covered with white bandages, and he was injured somewhere, and blood was bleeding all over the ground.Looking at the blood all over the ground, something suddenly flashed in Brandt's mind, but every time he tried to grab it, it would disappear immediately.Shaking his head, shaking off his chaotic thoughts, he crouched down and reached for the bandage man's neck.How is he?

Neil also crouched over, his voice a little tense, will I go from a fraudster to a murderer?

Brant frowned, a little puzzled, he was fine, and he looked perfectly healthy.I've just driven eighty miles!

I'm sure I bumped into him, and you say he's okay?

Breathing normally, there were no fractures, there were not even wounds under the bandages, and I didn't even know why he was wrapped in bandages.Brant checked the stool again, and the results were still the same.The blood on the ground grazed his thigh when it fell, and there were no more wounds.Neil was stunned, what the hell was alive.Who's to say it's not, this is the first time Brant has seen this situation.However, before he could figure out the situation, his wrist was suddenly grabbed.When Brant came to his senses, he saw that the bandage man seemed to be awake.He sat up with one hand and grabbed Brandt's wrist with the other, as if he wanted to crush the other's hand bones.Are you awake?

Brant flicked his wrist and tried to pull out of the process.The man hung his head, muttering something at some point.Is there anything wrong with me that needs an ambulance?

Neil also came over for questioning.The man still ignored him.Several people squatted in a ridiculous position for a while, not knowing what hidden button had been triggered, and suddenly, the bandage man jerked his head up and looked straight over.Under the bandage was a pair of green eyes full of frenzy and anger, his lips opened and closed, his voice was muffled, and Brant leaned closer to listen, only to hear a vaguely pronounced word Gotham?

Brant blinked in confusion, what does this mean, the name of a person, the name of a place, or a building?

He asked Neil strangely, have you heard of it?

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Neil shook his head, hadn't heard of it.Maybe the mosquito will know that he has always been my encyclopedia, or should I call and ask?

Not yet.Brant tried to pull his arm again, but the opponent's hand was so strong that he still couldn't pull it out.To make matters worse, perhaps because they didn't get a satisfactory answer, the bandage man began to show aggression.He suddenly stepped forward and bent his knee to attack Brant's waist and abdomen.Brandt was caught with his right hand, and he could only block with his left hand in embarrassment, and every attack of the opponent was ruthless and accurate, and he took a lot of effort to suppress the opponent.But it wasn't over, the bandage man writhed and struggled as if he didn't know the pain, he had to find the back of his neck and knock the other party out with some strength, before he finally breathed a sigh of relief.Is it a patient who has escaped?

Neil pointed to his temple and lifted his chin, with a look you know, the kind that went wrong here.No wonder Neil thought so, because the man did act delirious and aggressive, much like a patient from some mental hospital.Whether it was a patient or not was uncertain, he was not wearing a hospital gown, and there were no clues on his body to confirm his identity.But this guy is definitely professionally trained, and his attacks are all aimed at the lethal point.As he spoke, he lifted one of the bandage man's arms, crossed his neck and put it on his shoulder, half-lifted and half-hugged him and dragged him to the side of the car, and then asked Neil to take the handle and put him sideways in the back seat of the car.The bandages on the man's face loosened and fell off as he moved, revealing an excessively young face.Neil couldn't help but smack his tongue, is there anything at seventeen?

He still looks like he's underage.Brandt looked at him condescendingly, and the boy looked much more pleasing to the eye when he was unconscious.The short black hair is obediently attached to the cheeks, the eyelashes are long and curled, the lips are thin, and the face is between a teenager and a young man.He does not look very big, no more than eighteen years old at most, but judging from the previous confrontation, he must have been professionally and systematically trained since he was a child.This reminded him of himself again, and gave birth to a feeling of sympathy.Brant actually had a normal childhood at first, living with his adoptive parents, younger sister, and younger brother.But the accident happened when he was 14 years old.That year, his younger brother Dexter was always distracted, he guessed that the other party might have talked about a little girlfriend, or secretly did something bad, such as secretly smoking and drinking or something, everyone understands, this is an adolescent trouble.He was a little worried, and just as the other party went out with a nervous expression again, he followed.Instead of going on a date or going to a bar, Dexter bought a fruit knife and a shovel at the convenience store and walked five streets into a grove in the suburbs to catch a sparrow.He pierced the sparrow's wings with a knife, cut it off, bled it, and buried it, a torture that was still crude but skillful enough.Watching Dexter's expression change from tense to soothing, Brant faintly sensed that something was wrong with his brother.What worries him even more is that he should be angry and afraid of this, but there is no wave in his heart.It's as if what is happening right in front of you is no different from cutting a sandwich.This is definitely not a reaction that a normal person should have!

He fled.When he was young, he didn't tell anyone about it, and consciously kept it a secret for Dexter, but then, within half a month, his adoptive father Harry still found out that something was wrong with his younger son.Harry, a police officer, knows that raising such a child is not an easy task.Perhaps for fear of affecting Brant, or for some other reason, Brant was sent to foster care by his adoptive father to a friend who was also a police officer in a neighboring state.I have to say, it was a very bad decision.Because no one could have imagined that the adoptive father's friend was a corrupt policeman with bad morals.Accepting bribes, killing people and taking merit, and colluding with black forces, it is more about education than training for Brandt.He wanted to train Brant to be his dog, but he didn't expect to harvest a wolf that devoured the lord.At the age of twenty, he smashed the three major gangs in his jurisdiction and sent the guardian to prison with his own hands.It was all over, but he couldn't climb out of the abyss.Obviously enlightened by an upright policeman, but lacking empathy and a sense of good and evil, this made Brant a little panicked.He consulted many books and listened to many lectures, and finally determined that the problem was in the brain, but the current medical conditions could not be cured at all, and only some psychiatric drugs could alleviate and maintain it.So he's a psychopath?

He had to go to a psychiatric hospital for treatment?

Don't even think about it!

Brandt left the city, and instead of looking for Harry and Dexter, he went into hiding alone to get rid of his addiction.He then travels around looking for a cure for his brain, and that's when he meets Neil and Mosquito.Neil is a master of trickery, Mosquito is the database and logistics, and he is a combatant, and they have worked together a few times, and they are a good fit.This time, he also felt that he was feeling a little better, and wanted to go to Miami to see his younger brother, Neil was chased by the FBI again, and planned to change the activity area to avoid the limelight, so they hit it off and set off with the car.It's just that I didn't expect it to be quite smooth along the way, first the car broke down twice, and then hit the bandage boy, and now the front of the car is completely deflated, and I can't drive it again.It's still far from Miami, and Brandt is already starting to worry.The boy hadn't woken up yet, but it wasn't life-threatening, and Neil was finally in the mood for a joke.You say, don't the two of us look like dangerous elements who kill people and throw corpses?

Brant didn't bother to pay attention to him, because something was buzzing in his head from the very beginning.It was in the middle of the fight, when the sound was still small, and he was busy subduing the boy and ignored it, but now the voice was getting louder and louder, and it had begun to affect his movements.Focusing, he tried to discern, and it was a vague consciousness, clearer and clearer, finally bringing the message into his brain.Find out whether the target patient is activated or not.What are you?

Brandt clung to his temple, the feeling of being invaded made him creep, and he concentrated his efforts to build a high wall for the memory palace, trying to expel that consciousness from my brain!