Psychic

A family of three who was stared at by Fangallo was chatting with several guests at this time. The middle-aged man glared at the young woman. The young woman quickly took out a box of bronzing business cards from the bag and nodded. A full-bodied guest took the opportunity to touch her hand, and she only squinted and smiled, not angry. She seems to have become accustomed to this kind of welcoming life.

The teenager could n’t get in with these adults and felt bored, so he shouted to go home. The middle-aged man patiently coaxed a few words and asked the lady to take the child to eat over the table. The two went away together, talking and laughing very intimately along the way. While holding the food, the teenager put his hands in his pockets and stood beside him like a big master. He only needed to move his mouth during the whole journey. Whatever he likes to eat, the young women will help him to plate them one by one, and help him peel off a few shrimps and crabs, pick out the meat, and dip it in the sauce.

The teenager was very satisfied with the food, but the young woman sat on the sidelines and waited hard, occasionally holding a dish, an end drink or something, and his words and deeds were completely a doting mother.

Song Rui raised his jaw and said: "She is not the mother of the child. From a biological point of view, they have no similarities. From a psychological point of view, the child is obviously dominant, but the woman is trying to please the child. , And tried to counter it, there is no motherly love. These three people should be a temporary family. "

Fangallo nodded and said: "Dr. Song, your eyes are very sharp. They are indeed not a family because I know the biological mother of the child."

As soon as his words fell, the teenager who had finished eating the food yelled at the young woman, and then asked the other party to put in some dessert. Song Rui smiled and shook her head: "The mother you know is really sad."

"But she didn't feel sad, and she was even prepared to do more sad things." Van Galo walked towards the middle-aged man with a solemn expression.

Song Rui immediately followed, and whispered, "What did you feel?"

"I sensed a lot of lifelessness." When Van Gogh came to the middle-aged man, the other party was answering the phone, and his voice was impatient: "Qu Xianfen, did you finally figure it out?" He originally pulled his wife black After seeing the text message from her that agreed to divorce, she released her again.

"Do you agree to clean out? Qu Xianfen Are you funny? Even if you disagree, what common property can you share with me? I tell you, the world has changed a long time ago, when you get married If you are a net-entry household, you will have to exit the house when you divorce. The one that is yours is yours, and you should n’t want to take away any money you do n’t deserve! The property before marriage is protected by law, which is What I know, I ’m not afraid of you when I go to court! What ’s the matter with you waiting for my parents? Is n’t that what you want? Son, is n’t your son insisting on giving birth? OK, I do n’t want to talk to you Quarrel, I'm still busy here. "

The man was about to hang up, but the woman ’s sharp attitude suddenly changed, and her voice said something softly.

The man ’s impatient complexion finally eased and sneered: “OK, I ’ll go home with Kaikai after the banquet. Do you want to meet Li Lan? Yes, I ’m satisfied with you, you know the same when you meet her It ’s a woman. Where is the gap between you and her? "

The man looked at the mistress and son who were sitting not far away, with a smug smile on his face, but couldn't prevent the phone from being taken away by a strange young man.

"Eh, who are you?" The man was furious.

The young man just glanced at his call log, inserted the phone into his jacket pocket, and left without a word. The noble man who followed the young man smiled and nodded at the middle-aged man, but his dark eyes fired a dark warning.

The middle-aged man soon realized that the two were very unusually dressed. The young one is very unique and unforgettable at first sight; the mature and stable one is simply walking RMB, and the suit is G home Gaoding, dozens One thing, not to mention the watch worth more than 20 million worn on his wrist.

These two guys are certainly not small, just took the phone and looked at it, and nothing happened, let's just forget it. Men often walk on Vanity Fair, naturally knowing who can provoke and who must avoid it, so they quickly chose to swallow.

Fangallo doesn't always sense other people's inner world, so Qu Xianfen's phone number was obtained directly from her husband. He walked to an unmanned balcony and started to make calls over and over again, but no one answered the other side.

Seeing him frowning with anxiety, Song Rui asked in a low voice: "What happened?"

"A tragedy is happening, and I try to stop it." Fangallo pointed to the middle-aged man, "dead." Pointing at young women and teenagers, the words are simple: "All are dead."

Song Rui understood, and said: "Send her a text message. If she sets up the automatic reading function, the information will jump to the screen."

Fangallo nodded and began to edit the text messages. He first sent an article: [Ms. Qu, I ’m Fangallo, please think twice. 】

There was no movement there, he said again: [Ms. Qu, give up, don't let yourself fall into hell. 】

Although the waiting time is only four or five seconds, it seems to be very long. I don't know what happened there, maybe I saw it but didn't want to bother, or maybe I didn't see it at all.

Fangallo thought for a while and persuaded: [This marriage is not necessary to stay, you can choose to divorce, and then start your own new life. You have hands and feet, you can feed yourself, and take a brave step, how do you know you can't do it? 】

After finishing these words, he placed the phone on the round table and no longer touched it. After waiting for a few minutes, there was still no response there, but the faces of men, ladies, and teenagers showed a deeper life, almost covering their faces.

This is often the case with fate. No matter how much persuasion you say and how much retention you do, it will happen after all. God only saves those who save themselves. This proverb is universal. Qu Xianfen is not ready to save herself, so whoever advises her is the same. Do n’t sink into hell, do n’t give up new life, these are empty words, she has lived in **** for more than ten years, what terrible is it to go to the lower hell? She can actually drag everyone into **** and sink with her, she is actually happy and looking forward to it.

Fangallo wanted to sigh again, but after all he refrained, but stroked his dry thin lips with his slender fingertips.

Song Rui picked up his mobile phone to play, said slowly in his mouth: "You talk about the general situation, I see if there is a way."

After a brief moment, Fangallos said: "Desperate housewives, conflicts between parents-in-law, parent-child conflicts, conflicts between husband and wife, going out of the house, third-party involvement, relatives dying, nowhere to go."

The more Song Rui heard the brows, the higher he seemed to want to laugh, and he looked back at the serious face of the youth again. He pretended to sigh with pity: "Then she is really miserable, so she has nowhere to go, so she is ready to die together?" He didn't even have to think about what this tragedy is happening, and the same tragedy is different in the world. Staged in the corner. If a woman loses her independence, she will face such a dilemma.

"Call the police." Song Rui pressed down 110.

Fangalo pressed the back of his hand lightly: "Try again, it's worthless to go to jail for these people."

Song Rui held the young man with his backhand and said with a smile. In fact, he knew that it was useless to call the police now. The main goal of others was still at the banquet. They didn't do it at all. When the police went, they could only go home, and they might accuse them of reporting fraud. It's even more useless to rush back to stop people. Since she has made the determination to die, she has stopped once and certainly for the second time. Anyway, either she died or dragged others to die together, it makes no difference. They can't stare at her all the time.

So there is such a saying in the world-the poor are afraid of horizontality, the horizontal are afraid of stunned, and the stunned are afraid of death. The best way for people like this to die is to avoid them.

But the youth obviously will not avoid it. No matter whether he can change his destiny or not, if he doesn't try it, he can't get through the hurdle in his heart. In fact, he did not know that his ability was very limited. He could say "fate is like a train that cannot be diverted". He knows better than anyone that fate is irreversible, but he will be in awe again and again. To fight, he was so stubborn and persistent that even Song Rui, the heart of iron and stone, couldn't give up.

"How is her childhood, and have a happy life? Is her parents good to her?" Song Rui let go of the young man's hand and took out the pen and paper.

Van Gogh did not understand the reason why he asked this question, but he still said what he sensed: "Her childhood is very happy. This part of memory is always stored in the brightest place in her heart, which is the spirit that supports her along the way. Source. "

"Who is her closest relationship? Father, mother, or other elders?" Song Rui quickly asked while taking notes.

"She has a very close relationship with her mother and grandmother. Her deepest memory is that she was sandwiched by her mother and grandmother in the middle of the bench and playing the piano with six hands. At that time, she laughed very happily." Luo closed his eyes and recalled that the memory of others seemed to become his memory, making him smile with happiness.

Song Rui's quick note-taking hand paused, staring at the young man's innocent face with a smile for a long time, and his thoughts fell into a halt. When the young man's eyelashes flickered and opened his eyes, he moved his eyes away and wrote quickly on the notebook. He said slowly, "You sent this message to her."

"Huh?" Fangallo took a look at the notebook, but saw a simple sentence written on it: [Qu Xianfen, maybe your mother and grandmother are looking at you at the moment. 】

Fangalo's eyes lit up, immediately picked up the phone and sent the sentence.

There was still no response there, but after carefully looking at the face of "a family of three", Fangallo smiled and sighed: "She gave up."

Song Rui nodded, noncommittal.

Van Gogh looked up and stared at him, his voice eager: "Dr. Song, you are a very strange person. Do you know, my ability may seem very powerful, when I start ingesting someone , I can easily hit his weakness, poke at his pain, so that he has nothing to hide. Because his soul is transparent in my eyes, where does he have a scar, where does it break a hole, where does it flow With blood and pus, I can see everything clearly. However, once he leaves the range that I can ingest, his heart will sink completely into darkness, and I will stand in the strong light as originally, but The person who suddenly fell into the night again became dark in front of me. I could n’t see anything because I was too dependent on my ability. This is a common problem for most spirits. Once we lose our ability, we are in fact no different from ordinary people. , We will be helpless and helpless. But you are different, your ability can work at any time, because you are not dependent on it, but you really control it. "

Song Rui leaned in and said: "So? Have you changed your view of me? Am I still a fragile ice wall?"

Fangallo smiled and leaned back in his chair, sincerely sighed: "No longer, Dr. Song, I'm so happy to meet you."

"It seems that we have reached a consensus for the first time, and I am very happy to meet you." Song Rui reached out his hand.

Fangallo covered his cold hands with his hot hands and shook them gently. The two have known each other for several months, but they haven't really seen each other's existence until today. Once they were fighting each other and fighting each other, now they have become mutual understanding and appreciation.

"You always know how to fiddle with a person's most vulnerable heartstring, which is more powerful than many psychics." Van Galo sighed.

Song Rui squeezed the young man ’s hand and slowly released it, whispering: “This is just the simplest psychological analysis. From your mouth, I know that Ms. Qu Xianfen ’s life is very bad, the people or things around her , Almost no one represents good, so it does n’t matter if she destroys them all. If you persuade her to take what she has now, or what she will have in the future, of course it wo n’t impress her, she thinks She is a person without a present and a future. But her past is beautiful, and she is carefully and carefully cherished in the cleanest corner of her heart. She cannot allow anyone to defile them, including her. Herself. She is a person with a normal moral concept, she knows that the behavior she is about to commit is a crime, and it is ugly. So at this time, you take the best thing to collide with her current ugliness, then she will definitely give in, Because she does n’t give up, it means breaking up the beauty with her own hands. She wo n’t, she ca n’t bear it. ”

Fangallo listened carefully, and after applauding gently, his shining eyes overflowed with admiration. He never regards himself as a high presence because of his special ability. On the contrary, he respects and admires anyone who has achieved success in his field.

Realizing that the youth was admiring himself, Song Rui couldn't help but cover his face. Of course, he wouldn't cover his entire face, which would make him look embarrassed. It would be better to cover only his lips and jaw, which would make him look deeper and more stylish.

The two sat in the corner chatting one by one, and the atmosphere was very harmonious, completely forgetting how they eagerly wanted to leave this glorious vanity.

At the same time, Qu Xianfen was shaking his hand and pouring a bottle of pills into the toilet. After pouring it, he immediately pulled the sluice and rushed down. After rushing again and again, making sure that there was nothing left, he slumped by the toilet and slapped himself hard. Back of the hand.

"Are you crazy? How can you do this kind of thing? Are you still the grandmother's baby? Are you still the mother's padded jacket? How can you become so terrible?" She beat her back red and swollen and finished lifting I looked up at the void and choked: "Grandma, Mom, I'm sorry, I let you down! I will never do this again! No matter how hard it is, I will stick to it! But I am really tired, I do n’t think I ’m going to be able to hold on, how good it would be if I were exhausted ... "

No one responded to her words. In a few words, her mother-in-law's insulting words sounded out of the door: "You killed a thousand knives, did you fall out of the pit? Hurry up and get out! Don't flush it after finishing the small toilet, so as not to waste water What do you mean by rushing so many times? You can waste my son ’s money casually without making money, right? "

"The prostitutes are starting to build again! Qu Xianfen, you come out to the old man!" The father-in-law's insult quickly joined in, this is Qu Xianfen's daily life. She really can't live a day like this, but she can't disappoint the grandmother and mother of heaven.

what can we do about it? When is such a painful and difficult day? This cry reverberates in her heart full of holes, and also in the hearts of countless women who are coerced by domestic violence but unable to fight.