Neil muttered: That's the name on his badge.The elevator came to an abrupt halt, and the third floor arrived, and a strong smell of blood rushed through the cracks in the elevator, and a conjecture burrowed into both Brant's and Neil's heads.Broken!
The smell of blood was on the third floor, at the end of the hallway.Searching for the smell of blood, they walked all the way to the bathroom, the door of the toilet was hidden, Brant cautiously pushed the door open, and then saw a very familiar back.Brandt asks: Jason?
Why are you here?
The object they want to rescue this time, Jason, who should have been locked up in the ward like a prison, actually appeared at the scene of the crime at this moment, touching his chin with one hand on his waist and the other hand, walking around looking at the source of the smell of blood in the compartment!
Neil also wondered, weren't you supposed to be in the ward, how did you show up at the scene of the killing?
Jason sneered and said as a matter of course: How could that low-level door lock close me?
Jason was originally at the bottom of the Gotham slums, a self-taught thief, although he was later adopted by Batman and reformed, the skill of unlocking has not been lost, and there is no need to recall, he was sent to a mental hospital in the afternoon, and there was no one at night, he didn't use violent means, and he opened the door lock in three or two clicks.But he didn't go out right away.He had observed this psychiatric hospital, which was full of surveillance probes and alarm devices, and rushed out, once discovered, the only thing that awaited him was stricter supervision.Jason's personality has changed drastically, his mental state is terrible, but his IQ is still online, so it is naturally impossible to do such a reckless stupid thing.Just as he was thinking about how to avoid the cameras along the way, there was a sound of leather shoes hitting the floor outside the door, followed by a tooth-aching crashing sound, and the pain seemed to be covered by something and turned into a small muffled grunt, if it weren't for years of training, his hearing was far beyond ordinary people, and he couldn't even capture it.Then, the overwhelming smell of blood spreads, and it is the smell of death.Jason looked at Brandt, there was something tyrannical suppressed in his gloomy eyes, I smelled it, so I came out to take a look.Rest assured, the surveillance here has been taken care of.By whom?
Murderer?
Brant crossed him and finally saw the full picture of the compartment.Behind the wide open door, a naked male corpse lay on the toilet, blood bubbling from five deep bone marks on his limbs and neck.He's clean, even in a dirty toilet.Except, the blood all over the ground Neal frowned uncomfortably, the shape of the wound looked a bit like a scalpel, and the blood was almost drained.Jason looked indifferent, Thomas had a habit of abusing patients, and I wasn't surprised that he would die so miserably.The information that can be known in an afternoon can only be imagined how blatant Thomas acted in his actions.Brant hadn't said a word since then, not knowing what he was thinking, but Neil patted him, and he suddenly shivered, and then came back to his senses as if he had just woken up from a dream.What happened to you?
Brandt replied with some sluggishness: I'm fine.Neil looked at him suspiciously, and then he blinked, and slowly regained the feeling of speaking, it was really fine.Now that Jason is out, let's withdraw too.Neil thinks it's not that simple, Thomas is dead, Jason is running away, will he be contacted by the police?
The monitoring is broken, and we just need to make Jason not special for now, and that's it.Simple.Jason said and ran out of the bathroom, pried open the doors of several wards as he could, and I wasn't the only one who escaped.Neil hurriedly reminded him not to let the aggressive ones go!
Brandt also nodded in acquiescence, although he is not very sympathetic, his empathy is also weak, and many times the line between good and evil is very blurred in his eyes, but Harry's teachings still affect him, at this time, he also knows that the escape of criminals in poor mental condition can bring great disasters, so he agrees with Neil's point of view very much.Fortunately, although Jason had different considerations than them, he also made the same decision.Rest assured, they are all ordinary patients, and scum does not deserve to be free.He snorted coldly and assured, the real demon, I can tell by feeling.Sirens sounded through the hospital, and they left smoothly before the police arrived, returning to their houses in the suburbs.Probably exhausted, Brandt fell asleep as soon as he got home, and slept until the evening of the next day.He walked out of the bedroom rubbing his short tousled hair and beckoned Neil: It's time to go.Neil blinked, puzzled, "What are you going to do?"
Brant looked at him strangely, to save Jason, did you forget?
You forgot!
Neil looked confused.What's going on, little brother, we just got Jason out last night!
Do you have amnesia after a good night's sleep?
※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※Hey, no one guessed this time, just Meizizi→ w→ Chapter 8 The eighth psychopath, Brandt's memory goes awry.He didn't remember last night's action at all, he didn't remember meeting Brian, and if he hadn't seen Jason come back from his workout, he would still only think it was another bad joke from Neil.This is not normal.Brandt thought silently, he has never forgotten, so he built a memory palace to organize too many memories, how could he forget such a big thing?
Maybe it's Alzheimer's?
The system is irresponsible.I think you caused it, at least until you showed up, my memory was normal.With the sound of heavy flipping of books again and again, the system said dissatisfiedly: This kind of thing is obviously not the first time it has happened, okay?
Like what?
For example, the memories of nineteen years ago were brought back by me.The system has come to the conclusion that memory impairment, admit it, is that your brain is sick.finally won back a city, and the tone of the system rose cheerfully.Brant had to face up to the tragedy he experienced when he was five years old again, and if these two were really pathological amnesia caused by overstimulation, then what was the source of the stimulation?
The system recalls: From the perspective you shared yesterday, the only thing that can be called a stimulus is blood.Brandt: But I'm not afraid of blood, and I see it a lot, but it's only happened twice.System: What if it's a small space, a sea of overflowing blood?
Yes.The 5-year-old sat for three days in a sea of blood up to his ankle in a container, and now he is examining the body in a blood-soaked toilet cubicle, which makes sense.But a new question arises, why is his brain sick?
So, what's destroying my brain?
I guess it's the sequelae of space-time distortion when I sent you, although it is the thing that tries to protect you, but the space-time turbulence is too strong, and your brain is damaged.That thing?
Brandt keenly catches a word, what are you talking about?
The system was silent again.Brandt retreated, well, what do you mean by space-time theory?
Parallel space?
To put it simply, a cosmic black hole is essentially a gravitational wave, and guess what happens when two black holes come close to each other and collide?
Although it is a question sentence, he obviously doesn't need others to answer, he quickly said the answer himself, and a channel will be generated, which you can simply understand as a wormhole, and then through the wormhole, the gravitational pull of the two universes, the magnetic field fusion, and finally the intersection!
Brandt: And I traveled through time and space through the passage to the present universe?
It can be understood this way.It seems to be a reasonable guess, but every time the system talks about what protects him, it will be vague, and several times he will say something and then quickly retract his voice, which makes Brant a little concerned.He was sure that the system was hiding something from him.Brandt: If we can't be honest with each other, how do we build trust?
The system just emphasizes, I'm being honest with you.So what exactly is the energy that protects me?
In another way.He guessed about the hidden pronunciation, and what role the system played in the process?
Or, are you really the system?
Why are you in my brain?
If I hadn't opted in, would you still exist?
The self-proclaimed systematic teenager couldn't answer a single question, his self-setting itself was very confusing, not to mention Brandt's constant attack and pressing, he quickly lost the battle, and he thought about it aggrieved and ignored everything.Brandt waited for a while, and the system was still playing dead.But his stomach made a long roar at the right time to protest against his master's neglect of him.He hadn't eaten since yesterday until tonight, so no wonder he was hungry.The house was too quiet, and for a while, Neil didn't know where he had gone, but Jason was obediently in the bathroom, and he had just come back from a workout and was taking a shower.Brant walked into the kitchen on his own, opened the cupboards, refrigerator, and pot lid, and found a desperate truth.The day after moving into the new home, the family ran out of ammunition.The landlord didn't leave them even a grain of rice, and after eating the fruit dessert that Neil brought from the mother-in-law's house next door yesterday, they were faced with the problem of food supplies.I'll buy it.Jason wiped his hair and walked out of the bathroom, saying naturally.Brandt pointed to the TV in the living room and said: Then passers-by found out that he was a murderer and mentally ill?
It was broadcasting an overview of the intoxication riots, and even posted photos of several patients at large, including Jason.Jason: Brant: Or, you're rich?
Even the clothes were picked up by others, and Jason, who had nothing but a bunch of bandages, silently lowered his head.Brandt asks: How do you solve the problem of eating when I am asleep?
Jason reminisced earnestly, and Neil took me to the next door.You're amazing.Brant looked at him indescribably, let an old lady who can't walk steadily cook for you?
There was a sound of the door opening in the hallway, and Neil walked in just in time to hear this, and he innocently said: 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 that you will be hungry, so I will help you find something to eat to pad your stomach, it seems that you don't need it.Gollum smelled the sweets, and his stomach protested again, Brant sighed and took the small paper bag in Neil's smug eyes, I know, thank you so much.Neil snorted, indicating that it was pretty much the same.Once again, admonishing the two cohabitants who were inconvenient to go out, to stay at home honestly, Brant grabbed the doughnut sponsored by the friendship next door, grabbed his wallet and went out.In addition to food, I also need to buy some daily necessities, and I only prepared Neil and his things before, but this time there is another Jason, and many things need to be replenished.Thinking about the few assets that are currently scarce, the idea of throwing away Jason and ignoring it came to me again.You can't do this.The system, which had been pretending to be dead for nearly half an hour, ended the one-sided cold war and stopped it with a voice.Let's hear it.Brandt found the supermarket chain he remembered, lifted the curtain and walked in, and he coped with the system while throwing various foods into the shopping cart.Let's take a piece of that beef, too.Brant's hand was originally stretched out to the beef for a meal, 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 inevitable connection between this?
Or is it just that he's overthinking?
Brandt Temptation: What else would you like to eat?
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System: So good?
Then I still want to eat Brant's gaze stops on the vacuum-packed chicken wings in the middle of the shelf.Buffalo spicy chicken wings!
Turning his gaze, he stopped at the glass counter next door.Turkey Sandwich!
Then it stopped at a full row of cookies in the children's area.Fruit Tart Cookies!
I'm going to put cinnamon cubes in it!
Well, the case is solved.Brant: Why do you have an appetite for what I want to eat?
Belch!
The turn was so unexpected that the system didn't even have time to retract its excited tone, so it couldn't help but burp with joy.He quickly came to his senses and fought back, that's not what you want to eat, why would you want to eat children's cookies?
Brant coughed awkwardly, but he quickly returned to normal, and was not fooled, let's say, why do you, who claim to be a system, share the relationship system with me?
There was another sound of flipping books in his head, and Brant took the time to enter the memory palace to take a look, and the young man was pitifully cowered in the couch, quickly flipping through his tome.Why, is there an answer in the book?
No.The system hard said: But it can calm me down.Okay.So what's the answer?
The system stopped talking.Brandt came to a conclusion, I don't think you're like a system, more like a derivative of me?
The system makes a gasping sound.Brant raised his eyebrows proudly, no wonder I always feel that your business is particularly unskilled, and your abilities and tasks are all made up by you temporarily, right?
The system really had nothing to say this time, so he chose the behavior he was best at and played dead.Jack really ignored him this time.Looking at the boy in the memory palace who maintained a wall-facing posture, Brant was sure of this.But fortunately, he has found a little thread in the mess, as long as he slowly smooths it out from here, he will soon be able to figure out what this thing that appears in his brain is what it is.Happily tossing the beef, chicken wings, sandwiches, and fruit tarts into the shopping cart, Brant walked to the checkout table satisfied.The scenery at the gate jingled, and someone walked in.Brant subconsciously turned his head to look, only to crash into a pair of dodging green eyes.Brant's good mood flew away, Jason, didn't I tell you not to go out!
I still know how to do some camouflage and wrap a few bandages around my face, but I have to say that this effect is not as good as not wrapping, and it is more conspicuous.Against the gaze gathered around him, Brandt pulled Jason into a corner.