Psychic

Shen Tu was handcuffed, his father was panicked and overwhelmed, and his mother cried Zhuangzhen's hand and cried: "You let my son go, he is a genius, he is a peerless genius, the country knows how Protect him. You give him an IQ. His IQ is very high, and he will definitely be able to make a lot of contributions to the country in the future! "

Zhuang Zhu looked at the young man who was carried in his hands and looked like a bereavement dog. He expressed deep doubts about these words.The frame glasses that the teenager used to highlight his deepness and wisdom had long since lost sight of where he was thrown, and his exposed eyes were filled with muddy and timid light.He was stripped of his skin, dismantled his bones, and dissected his soul, and he showed his truest appearance.

"I, I just want to play with you, I am not malicious. I thought we were the same kind." He looked at the young man with tears in his mouth, and kept groaning.He didn't know why he had fallen to this point, because he was just a puppet that was at the mercy of others, and had long lost his own insights and ideas.

He thought he was very unique, but in fact he was already in public.

Fangallo shook his head, saying one by one: "You are wrong, we are not the same kind, we are the opposite of existence."

The boy was eventually carried away by Zhuang Zhen, and he lost the wisdom that was not his, he was pitiful like a worm.His parents were crying, making noises, and finally knelt down and pleaded, and later seemed to remember something, and shouted arrogantly: "My son will be fine, he is not yet a grown-up, he does not need to go to jail! Hahaha, you catch Come on, catch it, anyway you have to release him tonight. "

Zhuang Zhen tried to suppress his inner anger.If it was n’t for the teacher to report the case in time and restrain Shen Shen ’s actions, those bombs would be detonated by him at any time.Teaching buildings, administrative buildings, playgrounds, canteens, libraries, wherever there are many people, he has not let go, he is ready to blood wash the entire campus, destroying the lives of hundreds or even thousands!However, his parents didn't care at all, nor did they reflect on their education methods. Instead, they kept thinking about the so-called nickname of the little genius and whether his son would go to jail.

Therefore, Shen Tuchangcheng was not all fooled by the head, and his character was a big problem.

Zhuang Zhen was already very irritable, but he had to endure the cries and attacks of Shen and Shen. However, what made him more sad was that the law did not do anything with Shen Tu, even if they killed people, even In an attempt to create a disaster that destroys society, a "underage" defense is enough to allow them to escape the sanctions of the law unscathed.They do not need to pay any price for breaking the law!

Realizing this, Zhuang Zhen's firm belief was shaken slightly for a moment, but thinking of the bombs that were dismantled in time and the thousands of children who were rescued, his hand holding Shen Tu was harder and stronger.Even if he knew he was doing futile work in the end, his heart for justice will not be relaxed, and law enforcement will not be retreated.They are the most cutting-edge and solid wall to protect ordinary people. They must not collapse!

Zhuang Zhen severely pressed Shen Tu's head, which was about the only punishment he could impose on the teenager.

Song Rui said slowly at this time: "Zhuang Zhen, after returning home, ask this child to have a few psychiatric doctors to take a good look. I suspect that he has very severe schizophrenia and needs isolation treatment."

Zhuang Zhen froze for a moment, then nodded and smiled: "I understand, I will give him a spiritual appraisal after going back."

Shen Shen and Shen Mu were dumbfounded, but they dared not attack Song Rui, but just screamed to catch up with Zhuang Zhen.Adult mental assessment may be a way to evade legal sanctions, but if a young person is identified as a neuropathy, it will be destroyed in his lifetime!Neighbor neighbors who do n’t know that their children are a little genius, if this matter spreads, they still shameless?Do you need to live?

It can be seen from this that what the parents really care about is not the children, but the added value of the children. Their idea is-I can't live the ideal look. You have to realize it for you. You want me to be affected by others. envy.How many children live under the shadow of such a pair of parents and have been manipulated all their lives since then?

Song Rui looked at the back of a group of people noisily going away and sighed: "It is not this head that destroyed Shen Tu, but his parents."

"Dr. Song is right." Fangallo agreed unconditionally, and seemed to be used to doing this.For the only friend, he is very trusting.

Song Rui's serious face couldn't hold back anymore, but he still bowed his head and smiled.

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Both episodes have been recorded, and Song Wenzheng is discussing the length of the broadcast with the director.Due to various reasons, the shooting duration of these two episodes hasn't even reached the amount of the first episode.The two were having headaches for the remake, but He Jinglian ’s mother broke in angrily and shouted: "Song Dao, Song Dao, why did you not hit the card for this period of notice fee? You are breaking the contract. You have to lose money, otherwise Lianlian will not shoot! "

He Jinglian chased in with a pale face, and his expression and tone were very embarrassing: "Mom, what are you doing! Song Dao has hit me with money."

"Called you? Where is the money?" He Mu immediately turned her spear: "How can you take the notice fee! Your brother is anxious to pay the tuition fee at this time, don't you know? Piano class, violin class, painting Lesson ... Which one does not require money? "

He Jinglian didn't know how to deal with her mother's question, but Song Nuan couldn't stand it anymore, Li said: "Xiaolian was 18 years old last week. Your guardianship has been automatically released. You are not qualified to control her life anymore. This is her hard earned money. What's wrong with her holding it? The son is yours, he wants to go to school, shouldn't the expenses be your parents'? I tell you, I will only get the announcement fee for the program in the future On Xiaolian ’s card, I ’m not afraid to sue me. Look at who the court will support. Is there your signature on the contract? Did you mention a word? Without you, hurry up, or the old lady will send a security guard you!"

If Song Wenneng was angry, that bright and beautiful face could indeed bring a lot of oppression.He did n’t dare to fight with her, so she turned around and grabbed He Jinglian ’s backpack, scolding: “Do n’t your wings get stiff, dare to steal the money from the house! Card? Card? Get the card out, your brother ’s study Do n’t delay at all, you know! Why is your child so ignorant! "

She was really anxious to use money, not intentionally blackmailed, He Jinglian could feel it, so she was more chilled.What is stealing money from home?Didn't she make the money originally?Isn't all the money in the family earned from her suffering and selling her soul?Why is it that the younger brother spends a lot of money on flowers, but she can't save a little privately?

He Jinglian tried her best to hug her backpack, tears could not stop flowing.It is no exaggeration to say that although she has a family, the things that really belong to her are in this bag, an ID card, a bank card, and a mobile phone.The bank card and mobile phone were also bought by Song Wenneng to help her. Her family never considered her needs, only worried that she could make more money.

She cried trembling all over her body, and her arms were too weak. Seeing that her backpack was about to be taken away by her mother, a sense of despair surged into her heart, and she almost collapsed.It was not until she participated in this show that she met Teacher Fan and understood what it means to be true. She didn't know that the place where she had lived was not called home at all, but called prison.

She kept begging her mother not to be so cruel, but to leave something to herself anyway, but Mother He didn't listen to her at all, and indifferently attacked the staff who came to help.The monthly tuition fee for his son is tens of thousands, and He's mother is also under great pressure.In the absence of her ability, she can only transfer the pressure to her daughter. The family should have helped each other, otherwise what is the family called?

But she apparently forgot that they did not help He Jinglian at all, only squeeze.

Feeling the mother's mood, He Jinglian finally let go of the hand pulling the backpack slowly. At this time, A Huo came out of nowhere and took the bag away and lifted it high.

"You have the ability to snatch the bag from me. Lao Tzu is standing still, whatever you grab it!" Ah Huo was really angry, and looked like a wolf fiercely.

Mother He was petite and couldn't reach the bag at all. She could only keep tapping in place, but tapping was useless and still untouchable.She wanted to borrow a stool from the staff. The staff immediately moved the stool away. No one saw her, but instead looked at her joke with contempt.

Mother He slammed for dozens of times and threw Ahuo fiercely. The other party stood still and did not fight back.He lifted the bag very high and would never let anyone snatch it away, but in fact he really wanted to protect the owner of the bag, the girl who couldn't cry herself.

"You return the bag to me! That is my daughter's thing, give it back to me! You robber, I want to call the police, you wait, I want to call the police!" He Mu is also ashamed, she knows to rob her Things are not good, and I know what disgusting eyes others are looking at themselves.She also had a face, so she gradually became timid and took out her mobile phone to pretend to call, but ran away sneakily.Anyway, her daughter is going to go home at night after all, and she sometimes has a way to take out her daughter's money. This child was taken away by someone, so she needs to be educated and educated!

After Mother He left, Ah Huo immediately returned the bag to He Jinglian, feeling distressed: "Don't cry, it's okay."

"Thank you, thank you." He Jinglian hugged the bag tightly, but cried more sadly.

Everyone sighed as they watched the girls curled up into a ball and couldn't even stand up.This is another kid kidnapped by family. His children are regarded as private property, which is probably the most terrible idea of ​​Chinese parents, and patriarchy is a persistent disease.

Fangallo walked slowly to the girl's side, gently touched her head, and passed on the care.The kindness distributed by countless people gathered into the warm spring water, and He Jinglian, who was cold all over, slowly warmed up, and gradually stopped crying.This is the most fascinating part of this world-it has darkness, but there will definitely be light.

"Thank you all, I'm okay." He Jinglian dragged the bag and kept bowing, her eyes red, but full of bright gratitude.

At this moment, four men and women dressed in very good looks walked into the recording room. The lead man was a thin, gray-faced old man with very deep eyes, but also the same turbidity, holding a cane in his hand. , Walking slowly, very slowly.A beautiful, elegant young woman helped him, reminding him to be careful from time to time.The woman's skin is very well maintained. There is no trace of grease on her face, but she is as smooth as the finest white porcelain.

Song's warm eyes patrolled the woman's delicate and flawless face, and her heart seemed to overturn a glass of lemon juice, sour.The woman squinted at her, and looked away slightly, her attitude was very proud.

Behind the two were two young men, one tall and dignified, handsome, one slender and handsome.

Song Wenneng did not know the old man and the woman, but knew the two people behind them, so he quickly greeted him, "Minister Meng, why are you here? Is there any instruction?"

Meng Zhong has not spoken yet. The young man standing beside him said with a grin: "Song Dao, I heard that you did not have enough recording time this time? How about if I help you set up a remake session? Come, all The players of all come here. Let me introduce myself first. My name is Zhang Yang. It ’s not worth mentioning. This is Wan Bingbiao and Wan Wan. Do you know everyone? ”

When Mother He was noisy, all the psychics had already gathered in the recording room, and she looked at the young man expressionlessly.He is as public as he is and is very public.

The players didn't know Wan Bingbiao, but the people in the whole program group were boiling, and then they all showed awkward or taunting expressions.This veteran has inextricably linked with the General Administration, the energy is very large, whether a program can be broadcast, but after passing the trial, he can just say a sentence.With him, even if Zhang Yang had no right to intervene in the recording of the program, everyone chose silence.

"Come, everyone comes, the camera is turned on for me, and the lights are adjusted. The camera should be brought closer, and all these table and stools should be moved away." Zhang Yang took the director's. Power to direct the staff present.

The scene was quickly arranged according to his requirements.He asked the young woman to help Wan Wan sit on the soft sofa, clapping his hands and laughing: "I designed a make-up session for you, called the battle of the spirit medium. How does it sound exciting?"

Song Wennuan looked at him with his arms, no answer, how ugly the expression on his face was.

The guide and others nodded, and had to succumb to authority.

The only remaining seven psychics are centered on Fangallo, seemingly scattered but orderly standing on the opposite side of Zhang Yang, watching indifferently.

Meng Zhong walked quietly to Song Rui and shook his head helplessly.

Seeing everyone's interest was not high, Zhang Yangchong waved his bodyguard standing at the door: "Come on, bring in what I prepared. Since everyone does not feel stimulated, then I will give you some artificial stimulation. I dare to guarantee that you will be very happy!"

As soon as his words fell, several tall bodyguards walked in with ten shiny silver metal boxes and opened them one by one, displaying them on the ground.Those bright red, brand-new, bundles of hundred-dollar bills were arrogantly swayed under the lights, and a fragrance unique to money slowly diffused, stimulating everyone's retina and nerves.

This scene is exactly what Zhang Yang said-very exciting!One box is one million, ten boxes is ten million.What does he want to do?

Zhang Yang ’s eyes swept across everyone ’s face, his voice was low, and his smile was weird: “I want you to psychic and sense each other, and then tell each other the secrets that are most hidden. The one who speaks the most and most accurately is the final victory Or, he can take all this ten million! "

Song Wenneng was still immersed in this novel format, but he couldn't get back to his spirits. Song Rui had clenched his fists suddenly, and his eyes were unshakable-this is not a game, this is simply killing each other!Psychic is a game of soul, and the result is often more tragic than the damage!Zhang Yang deliberately, he came to Van Gogh!