[Comprehensive British and American] Entering the industry needs to be cautious

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Spencer Reed looked like an overcooked shrimp, his brown eyes were wide open, and he looked at Gabriel with an overly frightened expression.

Obviously just trying to appease Rhett, who might be frightened, but suddenly found that Rhett's reaction was extremely funny, so Gabriel, who wanted to bully him a few more times, showed a bewildered smile.The golden eyes narrowed slightly, the radiance was like crushed sunlight, he deliberately leaned in front of Rhett, blinked the same silver eyebrows, and the abnormally thick and slender eyebrows lightly swept Rhett's face , what he just wanted to say——

Rhett screamed.

Gabriel's hand trembled immediately, as if he was holding a bomb that might explode at any time, he hastily put the person down.

Then, Rhett stopped screaming, and just took a dozen steps back, his thin back pressed tightly against the bookshelf, and his round brown eyes stared straight at Gabriel. Full of vigilance.

Gabriel took a deep breath, what he needed to do at this moment was smile, smile, smile...

Gabriel Dead Fisheye: "Spencer, what's wrong with you?"

Spencer Read: Flustered, short of breath, heart beating faster the closer you get.The symptoms were somewhat resembling heart disease, but the physical examination he had three months ago did not detect any problems. Apart from some vision loss and sub-health symptoms, there was no major disease.For the specific situation, he still needs to consult relevant books, but to be on the safe side, he should keep a distance from this Gabriel.

Subconsciously not wanting to express his true thoughts, Rhett turned his head away from Gabriel's gentle and handsome face, and said awkwardly, "It's nothing, just... just don't get too close, I'm not used to it."

Gabriel: "......"

So, it turns out that he was rejected?

Gabriel didn't know how to describe his heart at the moment. He glanced at Spencer Reed who was sticking to the bookshelf, looking at the world but not looking at him, and the corner of his mouth twitched.Although he really wanted to clean up this little bastard who didn't know how to be grateful for his love, but...he didn't have the same knowledge as a little kid!

Rolling his eyes secretly, Gabriel said his intention: "Little guy, I just came here to ask, do you want to control this body for a while? After all, you are also forced to change from your original body because of me." Physical detachment. Even if it is, enjoy the adult life in advance?"

As soon as Reid heard it, he subconsciously remembered the scene when he just woke up, his head turned into a rattle, and he hurriedly refused: "I don't want it!"

He said it categorically, without hesitation.

Reid's gaze is extremely firm. He would rather stay in his own spiritual world and flip through the books he has memorized fluently than use the body of a mentally ill person.

Resolutely put an end to any possibility that he might become mentally ill.

Quickly realizing the reason for Rhett's refusal, Gabriel shrugged his shoulders without forcing, turned around and left the spiritual world.

Originally, he was afraid that a child would be lonely if he was alone in the spiritual world, but now it seems that this kind of common sense is not suitable for a certain boy whose EQ has been eaten up by his IQ.

Gee.

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Near six o'clock in the evening, the door of the ward was roughly kicked open, and a tall middle-aged male nurse who could fit two Gabriel Giancarlo stood impatiently at the door, shouting Said: "Weak chicken, is it dead?"

The man with the white bandage on his arm was the man Gabriel Giancarlo had bitten this morning.

He is accustomed to using violence to find a sense of presence in these patients, and it is very common for them to beat and scold at every turn.It wasn't that no patient had tried to attack him, but it was the first time he had been injured by such a weak chicken.

Throughout the day today, he was ridiculed by countless colleagues.The man was angry, and even if he beat Gabriel Giancarlo half to death because of this tooth mark, the anger in his heart was still difficult to calm down.

So, here he comes again.

The man pinched his fingers, ready to teach the kid another lesson before dinner.

However, when he saw everything in the ward clearly, the man was shocked to find that the scene in the room was different from what he had imagined—the Gabriel Jia, who was supposed to be curled up in a corner in a restraint, had a bruised nose and a swollen face. Encaro was standing beside the bed in good condition. He was not wearing a straitjacket that bound his hands and feet, but an ordinary hospital gown with black stripes on a white background.

The man looked at Gabriel in Gabriel Giancarlo's shell in amazement. Has anyone been here?He clearly confessed to others, don't care about the life and death of this weak chicken!

The anger surged so quickly that he even ignored why Gabri Giancarlo, who had a bruised nose and a swollen face, stood there intact in just one day, with no scratches on his face.Just as he was about to question him loudly, he saw the young man with a sick face showing a meaningful smile to him, with golden streamers flowing in his light brown pupils.

The man angrily took Gabriel to the hall on the fifth floor of the nursing home.

In his memory, he was the one who graciously forgave this guy who suddenly fell ill, and after a small punishment, he was released from the restraint garment, allowing him to wear ordinary hospital clothes for dinner.But what he himself didn't realize was that when dealing with "Gabri Giancarlo" at this time, he didn't have the slightest contempt and impatience in his attitude, and he didn't look for opportunities to retaliate against him. Instead, he subconsciously slowed down and fell behind " Gabriel Giancarlo took half a step, not as if he was holding the patient, but followed him step by step, imperceptibly surrendering.

Gabriel did not deliberately show the difference between himself and the original owner, but as a seraphim who has become a habit of pretending in heaven, when there are other creatures around him, whether it is angels, demons or humans, what he subconsciously shows is different. It is the most perfect state.

Even though this body has weakened his perfection infinitely, standing in the crowd, even with a sick face and a sick face, he is still the one who attracts the most attention.

——Thanks to the teachings of Lucifer and Michael, even if these two angels are no longer by his side, he dare not slack off in the slightest.

Six o'clock in the evening is the time for meals and short entertainment for the patients in the nursing home.

In the lobby on the fifth floor, brass gramophones blared hoarsely.

Although it was meal time, most of the patients gathered in the corner of the hall, immersed in their own world accompanied by hoarse music.And these patients, more or less, have all kinds of fresh scars - burns, knife wounds, bites and even amputated limbs.

Those who are afraid of fire will be burned by fire, those who are afraid of mice will be bitten by mice, and those who are afraid of sharp objects will see sharp knives piercing their eye sockets and gouging out their eyeballs... This is the antithetical therapy advocated by Dr. Grice, the chief physician of the Eros Sanatorium.

Gabriel put up a finger and lightly pressed it against his lips, thinking a little casually——I don’t know what the deepest fear of this Dr. Grice is.

Before leaving, give him a big gift.

In this hall where demons danced wildly, the black-haired boy who sat quietly on a chair and had a meal looked particularly abrupt.

The boy with black hair and black eyes did not inherit his mother's blond hair and blue eyes. He has an unusually delicate and good-looking appearance.He sat upright on the chair, and his dining etiquette was not very elegant, but strict.Contrary to the crazy people around him, the teenager doesn't look like he grew up in a nursing home.

Brian Moss, the eldest son of Laura Moss, his mission target this time.

Gabriel sat directly across from Brian Moss.

"Hello, boy."

Gabriel greeted Brian Moss with a big smile.

Brian Moss scooped up a spoonful of peas and put them in his mouth, chewed them for a while and swallowed them, then raised his eyelids, his black eyes glanced at Gabriel on the opposite side, and said very coldly: "Giancarlo, What are you crazy about?"

For the patient in the next room, not to mention familiarity, at least the name and appearance can be matched.

and many more!

Brian Moss stopped the spoon in his hand, and glanced at Gabriel with black eyes, with a vaguely mocking expression: "Second personality popped up again? Is it Raphael or Michael today?"

Gabriel: "..."

Whoops, co-author Gabriel Giancarlo's second personality can switch between different angels?

Because what he took over was a dead body, the soul was gone, and the memory left by the body alone was not complete. Only now did Gabriel know that Gabriel Giancarlo's multiple personality disorder was actually this as strange.

And Michael.

Gabriel blinked, looked at Brian Moss, and said with a deep expression, "Why don't you guess it's Gabriel?"

"Oh." Brian Moss sneered, his eyes downcast indifferently.Ignoring this idiot question to him, he picked up a spoonful of peas with a spoon and said flatly, "Go crazy and stay away, you will have the consequences if you mess with me, you won't want to try."

Brian Moss's threat was understated, as if he was discussing the taste of dinner with Gabriel, but the seriousness in his tone could not be ignored.

He is seriously threatening him.

Gabriel naturally couldn't see such a little threat.He propped his chin, and scanned the half-grown boy up and down, full of appreciative meaning.

Bathed in Gabriel's meaningful gaze, Brian Moss was expressionless, his fingers holding the spoon were clenched tightly, and there was a trace of violence in his black eyes.

Hate, this appraising gaze made him want to—

No, no!

Brian Moss took several breaths slowly, and slowly let go of his fingers.

The spoon landed on the plate with a "clack".

Can't lose control, must be calm, he must leave this ghost place.

His Dexter was waiting for him.

The beast that almost broke out of the cage slowly, slowly hibernated, even though it was unwilling, it patiently lowered its head.

Must be patient!

The author has something to say:

#818 An angel whose identity is questioned#

Bryan: Is it Raphael or Michael today?

Gabriel: The old paper is Gabriel!

Brian: Huh.

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In other words, on the bloodthirsty forensic side, the story of Brian and Dexter can be titled——

#Heartbroken, my younger brother refuses to accept control when he grows up, and is no longer my brother's caring little padded jacket#

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Besides, the Eros Sanatorium is real, and so is oppositional therapy.Now the old site is a haunted shrine ==