Deal.Chris finally showed a triumphant smile: Good boy.He patted Jason on the shoulder, the bulging muscles under his hands, and the other party did not let his guard down, but so what, his purpose was not to make the other party really submit.In half a month, the next batch of potion stock solution will arrive, and then this ridiculous red hood can be delivered, and of course, his boring friend Brant · Morgan.Everything is perfect, but Morgan will have some trouble, his two younger siblings are in the police department, but it is not a big problem, Morgan has been away from home for ten years, he will make him disappear again, full of reasonableness Thinking so, Chris smiled more kindly, and Brant also felt more and more cold.He walked downstairs with goosebumps on his arms and watched Chris get into his stretch car and walk away.Before leaving, the other party left a few bodyguards behind, in the name of helping Jason get familiar with the bar, but Brant knew that this was just a means of surveillance and control.The manager and employees outside the gate hesitated to approach, and Brandt walked up to Jason in front of everyone's eyes.He lowered his voice: I don't know what his purpose is, but Chris is just using you.Jason didn't care: what did it matter, I was also using him, to get identity, to get control of the bar, and even to get his power, to control the underground kingdom of Miami.That's just a blank check!
I'll make it real.The corners of Jason's mouth twitched, and his breathing became rapid: I will clear the obstacles that stand in the way one by one, they are all scum anyway.Calm down.Brant's right hand moved subconsciously, although there was still some pain and numbness, but after all, after resting for the past two days, he had recovered a lot, and he was even ready to activate the ability again to force Jason to calm down.Fortunately, Jason gasped for a while and quickly calmed down.It can be seen that his mental condition is improving, which is probably the only good news today.Sam came over again at this time, he ignored his old acquaintance Brandt, and just smiled at Jason: "Are you our new boss?"
I'm the best DJ in the lounge, and the owner knows me well.That gesture, that tone, to be honest, was a little too greasy.Brandt couldn't stand it and squeezed out between his teeth and asked: What are you doing!
Sam whispered in the same way: Obviously, looking for a reasonable reason to know you.Brandt: No fuck said.Fortunately, the manager of the bar reacted quickly, ran over and squeezed Sam away, and began to behave himself: the two of you might as well go to the second floor to rest for a while, and the hall still needs to be cleaned Jason ignored his proposal: it doesn't matter, I care more about the little thing that wanders at the door.The manager was stunned, what?
Brant walked out of the bar and came back with a big boy who looked fifteen or sixteen years old.The boy was a bit weird, it was early spring, and it was still cold, but he was wearing a cool T-shirt and shorts, carrying a half-worn backpack, blinking a pair of big blank eyes, and looking very nervous.Brant shook his hand at the boy's collar: a suspicious person.No, no, no, not suspicious!
The boy said pitifully: I am here to apply for the job Jason glanced at the lobby manager strangely: What should I hire?
Waiter!
The boy's eyes widened in disbelief: job postings were all over the street!
Although some of your requests are very puzzling.He counted on his fingers: Health, this is not difficult to understand.But single, why is that, for the sake of the physical and mental health of other employees?
And to the foreign population, is it because it is cheap?
Ah, although I can really cheap boy nag endlessly, the manager had to wipe his sweat and interrupt him, explaining to Jason that there was indeed a large number of waiters hired before, this is what the boss meant, maybe this kid saw the information.The young man muttered dissatisfiedly: What is it before, and now the information is still there, something flashed in Brandt's heart, but he couldn't catch it too quickly.Jason casually glanced at the teenager: What's your name?
The boy stands upright: Peter · Parker.Look up and down: How old is it?
Young Peter stumbled and said, "It's 222221."
You seem to be kidding me?
Brandt gave him a hard look and said to Jason, "16 years old."
Peter was shocked: how do you know!?
Immediately the stuffing leaked.Jason shook his head: It's too small.Peter straightened his chest and tried to look more mature, I'm an adult, I can, please he opened his big watery eyes and looked at Jason pitifully: I really need this job Jason didn't fluctuate, and he threw the problem to the manager quite easily, you can handle it.The manager nodded and dragged the boy aside, not knowing what to say, and the boy immediately became wilted and walked out of the lounge dejectedly.This little episode didn't affect anyone.Brandt asked Jason: Are you going back?
Jason said: Of course I want to stay, I want to develop my power.And then don't take off the hood for the rest of your life, can you stand it?
I don't think I think it's damn itchy when I say it!
And that Chris is dangerous, I always think he has other plans, it's nothing, I have plans too.Then I didn't say anything, and Brant didn't persuade anymore, but said: If you have any psychological problems, or if there is an uncontrollable state, call me in time, and my psychological counseling effect is still very good.After thinking about it, he said: Of course, I will also come for regular follow-up visits to see how well you are recovering.Brandt is serious about his psychiatrist's character, but Jason's voice turned out to be a little confused: What kind of psychological counseling?
What follow-up ????
Otherwise, why do you think your mental state is so much better?
Self-healing?
Jason always thought so.Can't lift your tired hands, can't you see?
Jason said cautiously: I thought it was just boring?
Brandt: I can't talk anymore!
What's more, he clearly heard the system in the memory palace that was closed to the wall, and let out a chuckle out of place.This must be a taunt!
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※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ Bucket & Brother Lihua with teary eyes: no ridicule!
I can't stand this grievance!
Brother Bucket pulled out his ruthless face: Why didn't I know you had treated me?
Barrels & Bug Bucket: Underage little guy Bug: You don't know anything about my powers!
Xiaobu: Wait a minute, you two seem to be the same age→ _→ Chapter 13 Thirteenth Psycho Brant left the lounge with mixed feelings.During the period, he pretended to have nothing to do and peeked at the memory palace, and the boy who claimed to be the system was pretending to be dead again, as if the previous hee was not sent by him.The chaos of the whole day had left him physically and mentally exhausted, and he just wanted to drive home and sleep in the dark.Brant walked to his scooter and just opened the door, when he suddenly heard a crash and fall sound faintly coming from the back alley.It's a little bit away from Chris's Lounge, and it's a place where the shops and bars of the whole street dump their garbage, and no one usually passes there except for the garbage trucks that come every morning.But what does this have to do with him?
Without the slightest curiosity, Brant sat in the car expressionlessly, closed the door, and lit the fire.He's going home!
Ten minutes later, however, the car was still in place.Brandt pinched the steering wheel with both hands, and his foot hanging on the accelerator couldn't be stepped on anyway!
He suddenly wanted to go to the back alley to find out, and he hadn't even felt it in nearly 20 years.What's going on?
Touching his pounding heart, he was absolutely sure that this sudden curiosity definitely did not belong to him.Sinking into the memory palace, Brant saw the young man who had been thinking about it at a glance, and he asked bluntly: What is the situation.The boy is playing stupid: As you can see, I'm autistic.You know I'm not talking about this, this inexplicable curiosity, isn't that your emotion?
The system is best at playing dead, so he chooses to be silent.Something is not right.In the supermarket before, they shared emotions, and at that time, it was the guy who claimed to be the system who sensed his current preferences, and now it was his turn to sense each other?
So what kind of existence does this hypocrisy have, so that this situation will occur?
With all kinds of doubts, he decided to go with the mood of the system and go to the back alley to find out what would happen.Casually closed the car door, he raised his feet and walked to the back alley, a strange sense of joy and excitement welled up in his heart, he knew that this also belonged to the system, but this feeling of being filled with emotions was actually not bad?
Something kicked in the foot.Brant stopped, bent down and picked it up.It was a gray-blue canvas backpack, the colors and styles were a little familiar, and he recalled it a little and found its existence in his brain.It was carried by the boy who came to the interview in the evening.Pinched it, there was still something soft in it, how could it be left here?
When I got closer, I heard a hoarse male voice coming from me.Less nosy?
Another energetic little milk voice sounded, I don't think it's idle, I'm New, I'm a good neighbor in Miami now, I'm going to stop all the bad stuff that's going on in the city, I mean it's Peter's voice, Brandt recognized it at once.Peter's voice was recognizable, but it was very different from the previous one.Brandt raised an eyebrow, and if he wanted him to say something, he seemed to be more confident and lively, but the timbre was very milky.He moved a little closer, and then he saw a sexy back wearing a red and blue tights with a thin waist and hips, he was supporting the wall with one hand and the other on his waist, constantly fine-tuning his posture, as if he wanted to pose a cool influence, but I have to say that it was very unsuccessful.The tights sounded Peter's voice, I mean, if you insist on hurting this lady, yes, I'll take care of it.Tight Peter had his back to him, and in front of him was a short man with a shrunken head and tail in pitch.The man wore a heavy hooded coat with his head hanging and the brim pulled low.He was quiet for a long time, and then suddenly asked: You say this city?
That's right?
You're monitoring the city!
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The man interrupted him hoarsely, nervously biting his nails, everyone is your puppet, you think you are a god, you can do whatever you want, but you are just a criminal!
The evil criminal Peter didn't quite understand what he was saying, he scratched his head and tried to explain, hey!
Is this just an induction?
I don't actually have surveillance, I'm just doing something good to stop crime, hmm, although sometimes some buildings are destroyed The man interrupted him again, and the killers around me were all sent by you.Ha?
What the hell are you talking about Peter's little milk voice is full of grievances, and the criminal is you, right, I saw that you knocked the lady unconscious, and you took out the rope and said it didn't make sense, so let's fight.Peter shot out the cobwebs and tried to trap the man, but the other party was unexpectedly strong, and with only a slight leap, he dodged the cobwebs and climbed the high wall.He affirmed: You are really here to kill me!
Peter Crazy: Do you have paranoia about being killed?
The two of them hit from the ground to the roof, from the abandoned factory to the cistern, Peter could stick to the wall, and the man could use his fingers to pick at the wall to the same effect.In short, all very non-human.emmmm aliens?
How can this be explained scientifically?
However, if you think about your sudden ability, the inexplicable existence of the self-proclaimed system in your brain, it seems that there is no need for any scientific explanation.Seeing that the two were fighting farther and farther apart, Brant simply walked out of the shadows.Lying on the garbage heap was a unconscious woman, not tall, sweet-looking, a bit like that kind of sister next door.At this time, her hair was messy, her body was bruised and bruised, and her clothes were scratched, and she looked very embarrassed, which should be the person Peter was trying to save.He walked over, squatted down, and suddenly, the woman's closed eyes opened suddenly, and she looked straight at Brant, her originally sweet appearance with her wooden expression and lifeless eyes made people feel gloomy for no reason.Brant's body tensed subconsciously, and he quickly realized that she was not a threat to him, and then relaxed.But the woman still looked at him warily.Who are you.Her lips were white and her voice was weak, but it didn't prevent her from struggling to prop up her body and sit up.I heard some voices before, and I came over to check on the situation and found you.Brandt held out his hand to her, and I helped you up.Don't touch me!
The woman quickly stopped, her eyes more vigilant.Brandt withdrew his hand, stood up, and took a few steps back, until he reached a relatively safe distance, and the woman visibly relaxed a little.What's wrong with me?
She slowly recalled, yes, I was deceived by L.Brandt asks: L?
The woman ignored him, she was just talking to herself, low-level mistakes, I shouldn't trust anyone, I shouldn't trust him, how could I make such a mistake?
Brandt frowned.The man before and the woman in front of him both give people a very strange feeling, although one of them is the perpetrator and the other is the victim, but in some aspects they give people a very similar feeling, they are extremely self-contained, difficult to communicate, and they are guarded, or in other words, they have some delusions of victimization.Their mental state is not right.But this time, there is no sound to remind him whether to join the target patient, it may be that the system is being shymed by him to autism, passive slacking, or it is possible that there is no direct skin-to-skin contact between them?
Brandt recalled the first two occasions, tentatively reached out and grabbed the girl's wrist.Different from the tone of the system boy's usual speech, the one appeared twice, one by one, and the half-mechanical voice sounded again.Find out the target patients and whether to join the treatment progress.