Brandt, Jack's son, a visitor from another world, said unhurriedly, you need my help, and I need you.Stop rejecting me and try to accept it.The content conveyed by consciousness was very foreign to him, he didn't know who Jack was, he didn't know anything about the other world, and he didn't want to accept anything inexplicable.Yet the consciousness is still bewitching, accept me, and you will get a whole you.I think I'm complete.Falsehood.You've noticed those dreams, haven't you?
Consciousness has released the bait, maybe you need a deposit?
Stop peeking at my memories.Brant was dissatisfied, and the next moment, without warning, a familiar and unfamiliar memory was forcefully stuffed into his brain.The quiet town, the loving parents, the stinky brother, the cute little brother, the man in black who broke in, the cold shipping container, the broken mother, and the boundless ocean of blood all remembered him.When he was 5 years old, he was kidnapped, and his mother was brutally dismembered by the murderers, and on that day, the three brothers in the container snuggled up to each other in a pool of blood, and spent three full days in grief and fear.The eldest brother covered their eyes, but he kept his eyes wide open, looking at everything in vain through his fingers.He wants to remember these people to the death.However, the funny thing is that when the police came and they were rescued, they somehow forgot everything.Later, his mother's police friend adopted him and Dexter, but the eldest brother was considered to be irreversibly traumatized and was sent to a psychiatric hospital for treatment, and they have not been seen again.How's that, are you satisfied with what you get.Consciousness is finally beginning to close the net.Brandt closed his eyes and said nothing, and when he opened them again, there were no more waves in those dark green eyes, and all the hatred, remorse, and anger were calm, and they were hidden in indifference.He heard his own calm voice, what am I going to give.※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ has anyone guessed which American drama Brant wears to the family?
Actually, it's not too unpopular.,The girl on the finger has already guessed who the bandage brother is.,Awesome.,Give you a thumbs up!
Chapter 3 Third Psychosis Don't Worry, It's Not a Big Deal.The consciousness is still unhurried and full of temptations, you just need to open your memory palace and provide me with a temporary container, and I will guide you, help you, make you whole, and help you become stronger.Brandt lowered his eyes and said nothing, but silently removed his defenses.The consciousness let out a satisfied chuckle, so now, the target patient was found, did the psychiatric rescue system be activated?
Be.The moment he accepted it, Brant felt that his soul had some unknown connection with that consciousness, and then his memory palace changed.Brant is the kind of person who never forgets, and in order to manage all the information that is always remembered in his brain, he has borrowed the methods of overseas pen pals to create a memory palace for his brain.It is said to be a palace, but in fact it is only a snail dwelling of less than 30 square meters, with no superfluous furnishings, the only thing that exists is the huge computer display screen on the four walls, and a swivel chair in the middle.All memories are stored in the computer in separate categories, important backups, privacy encryption, useless compression.Originally, it had been working well and there had been no problems, until half a month ago, frequent nightmares made him doubt himself, and today, the guy who claimed to be in the system made up for his shortcomings.Slowly, there was more furniture in the memory palace, and Brant looked at the memory palace where there were more and more things, and the space was getting more and more crowded, and couldn't help but ask, even if the sofa and bed are enough, why is there a bathtub?
And this TV, is there really any reason for existing?
Of course, the bathtub is used for bathing, and the TV is used to observe your life, although I can directly share your visual nerves, but with the TV, there will be a sense of ritual.Hell ritual.As soon as the words of consciousness fell, a magnetic wave appeared on the sofa, and gradually, the image of a humanoid figure became more and more condensed.It was a young man who was eight points similar to him, with brown hair and green eyes, wearing an oversized bright purple suit, with a large tome spread out on his legs, and sitting in a very well-behaved posture, not at all like an existence capable of making that kind of demagogic sound.Are you that psychiatric rescue system?
That's the name.The boy nodded reservedly.Brandt looked at him, and a sudden feeling of being cheated arose.Then why did you become what I am?
It's not you, it's your father's appearance.Juvenile correction.But my father didn't look like that.Recalling the tall and strong rugged man before the age of 5, and then looking at the delicate teenager in front of him, Brandt's eyes revealed suspicion.In front of the teenager, he turned on the display screen and retrieved a photo of a middle-aged man.Brown hair and blue eyes, beard, and cobwebs tattoos on elbows, in short, there is no resemblance to the young man in front of him except for the color of his hair.It was taken from the memory he had just recovered, and it was still very new, and it was my father, Joseph · Driscoll.Are you questioning me?
The boy turned over the tome, a little aggrieved, that's what it was written in the book, how do I know why, but there is no doubt that your father looks like me.He ended the conversation arbitrarily and unilaterally, okay Brandt, the small talk is over, it's time for us to get down to business.Brandt choked, well, what's serious?
The young man was satisfied with the other party's acquaintance, reopened the tome, cleared his throat, and said in a serious manner: The psychiatric rescue system has been activated, the host has been successfully bound, and you have the basic ability [Divine Middle Finger], it paused suspiciously for the young man, glanced at Brandt, and then retracted his gaze as if nothing happened, and continued, well, it will play a huge role in your future work.You have obtained the primary title Well, he paused again, this time for a long time, before continuing: You have obtained the junior title [Unlicensed Psychiatrist], and the current number of cured objects is 0, please keep up the good work.Listening to the teenager's stumbling recitation, Brandt's feeling of being deceived became even more obvious.God in the middle of the finger.He slowly pronounced the name of this shameful skill, how to use it?
If the viewing permission is insufficient, please explore by yourself.What about the effect?
Leave it to the host to find out on their own.The boy began to flip through the books again.Brandt choked up and pointed out sharply, you don't even know it.The boy looked away suspiciously and began to play dead.Brant is finally sure that this system is really unreliable!
What helps him to be strong, what makes him complete, is the other party's big pie, and he only gets a half-baked man who is extremely unskilled in business, and even his father's image is mistaken.Returns are not returnable, Brant tries to accept, do you have a name?
You can't call you a psychiatric support system every time, that's too long-winded.The young man thought about it, looked at the image of the moment in the mirror again, and said with satisfaction: You can call me Dad.Brandt: What about Daddy?
Without saying a word, Brant silently exited the memory palace.This system is not normal, and it is safer for him to stay away.Physically and mentally exhausted, he looked at the time, and it was only two minutes since he entered the memory palace, and in the eyes of outsiders, he was in a daze.Brandt remembered the name of the skill full of slots, and he looked at the unconscious teenager and tentatively raised his middle finger.He poked the boy in the face with his finger and then in the chest, but nothing happened.After thinking about it, he poked the boy's forehead again.Almost as soon as his fingertips touched his forehead, the boy suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were still full of confusion and anxiety, and Brant felt his consciousness extend its tentacles, spreading out from his fingertips and penetrating the boy's brain.It was a very wonderful experience, the teenager's brain began to gradually become transparent, and every furrow in the cerebral cortex, even every tiny neuron, was easily captured by the scattered tentacles of consciousness.He clearly sensed that this was a chaotic brain.Nerve fibers are entangled with each other, brain cells die in patches, and even in the area close to the frontal lobe, there are large hard lumps of blood congestion.He tried to manipulate the tentacles of consciousness, combing through the tangled fibers and neurons, and tentatively touching the tentacles to the blood clots.At the same time, countless fragmented and chaotic memories rushed into Brant's brain.In the chaos, some semi-mechanical voice sounded, as if to unlock the functional area [Empathy] The feeling of dizziness made him subconsciously close his eyes, unable to distract himself from the faint pain of his brain being squeezed, and he slowly combed out these memory fragments, only to understand what had happened to this young man.He was born in a city called Gotham and mingled at the bottom of society.He was adopted and trained by the city's vigilantes to become the best version of himself.He was kidnapped by the vigilante's old enemy, who used a crowbar to break bones all over his body.He was blown up, buried, taken away by an elderly man, sunk into the warm waters, and resurrected.Is there really such a thing in this world?
However, comparing the mental state of the teenager before and after the resurrection, and looking at his brain full of holes at the moment, the sequelae of this operation are a bit too serious.The conscious tentacles were still in the bruised area, the blood clot visibly shrunk a little, the conscious tentacles became heavy and sluggish, Brant tried to retract, and the tentacles slowly bypassed the functional area and retracted their fingertips.It was a wonderful experience, after his consciousness returned to his middle finger, he felt that his entire arm had become extremely heavy, as if he had fallen into a heavy object, and it was difficult to move, but the green eyes of the young man gradually became clear and calm.He's getting better.Brant stared down at his finger and exclaimed, this is the middle finger of God?
What are you muttering?
Neil didn't light the car for half a day, and went to the front of the car to tinker for a long time, but it still failed, the car was not saved, why didn't you come to help me, and I was in a daze in the back.Brant said: He woke up.How's it going?
Neil walked around the front of the car and looked at the boy, who breathed a sigh of relief as if he had stabilized.Then I asked the boy, do you remember what happened?
The young man said nothing with a cold face, but he did not hurt people anymore.Although Neil is a liar, he doesn't bother to shirk responsibility, he tried to communicate with the teenager again, he accidentally hit you just now, if you are injured somewhere, I can call an ambulance for you, or if you think it's okay, I can also give you some compensation.No ambulance.The boy finally spoke, his voice hoarse and rough, and he spoke very slowly, as if he hadn't opened his mouth for months, and he couldn't speak for a while.But being able to communicate is an improvement in itself.Or do you have somewhere to go?
Waves rose in the boy's eyes, and he slowly pronounced the name, Gotham, I'm going to Gotham.Brant said strangely: It turns out that Gotham is a place name?
But before I googled it, nothing came out.It seems that he still has to look for mosquitoes, and he may have information on this.Mosquitoes are their logistics personnel, equipment depots, high-tech talents, and at the same time, excellent intelligence officers, and they may be able to get surprises from mosquitoes in places they have never heard of.He asked the boy, "Do you want to come with us now?"
The boy nodded.Neil Says: I'm Neil & Middot; Kavrey, you can call me Neil.Brant also said: Brant · Morgan Brant and Neil introduced themselves briefly, which also showed that they were friendly and harmless, and as a short-term travel partner, a certain amount of trust in each other was a must.The boy looked at them silently for a long time, as if he had figured this out, and finally, he pursed his lips, lowered his eyes, and spat out his name.Jason.He said, Jason · Todd.※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ the frog update at nine o'clock, the update at other times is to catch insects!
Our Atong teenager is by no means a simple single system, but I won't tell you the real identity, clam [owe a face in fact, Xiaobu's father is already obvious, it's really obvious_(:з"∠ _ I can't sleep at night recently, I got up early to see that a bunch of hair fell off the head of the bed, after thinking about it, probably for the collection and comments of the new pit, which little angel came to save the frog's hairline [Selling Meng Zhong (?)
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Chapter 4 The fourth psychopath briefly introduces himself, and Neil runs to the side to make a phone call.But perhaps after using his ability, the changes in Brant's entire right arm were too obvious, and Neil's attention was on the phone, and he also noticed his abnormality.What happened to your hand?
He moved his phone a little farther away and asked strangely: Why is it suddenly swollen?
It may be an allergy.Brandt chose to keep it a secret, and while Neil could be trusted, he wouldn't be stupid enough to expose his uniqueness to others.He gestured to make a phone call and asked, "Who are you talking to, the towing company?"
Call a towing company to tow us to the police station?
Neil had a look of what could be possible, it was a mosquito, he asked me how the beautiful women in Miami were, and I told him that there were no beautiful women, just a muscular naked man who fell from the sky.This is not wrong, Jason really didn't wear anything under the bandage, and his figure was indeed great, and it was Brandt who borrowed him a jacket to finally avoid the embarrassing scene.Brandt's heart moved when he heard the familiar name, mosquito?
I happened to be looking for him, and you handed me the phone after you finished speaking.Neil didn't have anything to worry about, so he gave him the phone casually, and Brandt just picked it up and exploded a big thunder, haven't I been having nightmares lately?
I figure it out now that it wasn't a dream, it was something I experienced as a child, and I remember.When did you remember?
Neil's expression seemed to have missed a season of the show, he had been with Brandt all the time, why didn't he know?
Brandt said without changing his face: Just now.This is obviously a perfunctory answer, leaving Neil with some grievances of falling out of favor.The mosquito on the other end of the phone didn't know this, but was surprised by it, I remember you said that dream, it wasn't yes, it was my mother who died.Mosquito, I just have something to ask you.Brandt straightened up and helped me check Alison· Driscoll, the victim of the Miami murder 19 years ago, she has three children, two of whom were adopted by Harry, me and Dexter, I know that, but I want you to help me determine where the rest is.