"Yes, yes, you can't eat this, or you won't wake up." Song Qian muttered.

The doctor looked at her chattering and was even more puzzled.

"Qianqian, hypnotic drugs can inhibit the central nervous system, so that you won't have nightmares, good, listen to your uncle, take medicine and rest."

The doctor took out another piece, but Song Qian refused to take it, clenched her small fist, and put it behind her.

The psychiatrist had no choice but to go out and tell Song Qian's parents, Song Qian's mother took the hypnotic pill, walked into the room with a glass of boiling water, and said, "Baby, eat first, have a good rest, your parents are here, you don't have to be afraid." ”

"Mom, I can't eat it, I have to wait for Kitano to come, there is really something very important." Song Qian almost cried.

"Okay, okay, you eat first, get some sleep, and I'll go find him."

"Why don't you believe me?" Song Qian roared, "I'm your daughter!" ”

Then a strange scene happened, the glass in Song Qian's mother's hand exploded directly, a piece of broken glass was inserted into her palm, and the pill fell to the ground and became broken directly.

In the low register of the piano, a key was slammed down, and it ......

The voice was dull and radiated with anger.

The psychiatrist was discussing with Song's father whether to send his daughter to a psychiatric hospital for recuperation, when he heard the sound of the piano, looked back, and found nothing strange.

Then there was a loud bang, and the piano exploded directly, as if it had been hammered, and scattered all over the ground.

"What are you going to do, don't scare my parents!" Song Qian shouted into the living room.

"Qianqian, what's wrong with you?" The mother was still thinking about how the glass had exploded, so she didn't care about the injury on her hand, and hurriedly hugged her daughter.

"Mom, give me your phone quickly, only Kitano can stop her."

After Song Qian finished speaking, she went to look for her mobile phone, but her parents hid her mobile phone.

"Old Song, how long have you been on the piano?"

"It won't be long, it's not even ten years."

"Why did it suddenly crack?"

"It's strange that when I woke up in the morning, the bathroom mirror was cracked."

The two high-level intellectuals couldn't explain this physical phenomenon, and when they saw Song Qian going crazy, they hurriedly went in to help.

The temperature in the room dropped suddenly, and only Song Qian felt the cold, she knew that the female ghost was angry and fell into deep despair.

I can only pray without stopping.

"Kitano, come soon, please, come on!"

If a female ghost kills her parents, how will she be with Zhang Beiye in the future?

Zhang Beiye also got up early, first went to Song Qian's rehearsal room, and the music teacher glared at him with an angry face, saying that Song Qian didn't come, so he knew that something was wrong.

"I'll go with you to her." Sun Hua said.

"No, you don't."

He ran desperately to Song Qian's house, praying that Song Qian was okay, praying that the female ghost would not mess around, in case the two old men were killed, then he would really not be able to live with Song Qian in the future.

The female ghost died unjustly at the age of 17, and she has no memory in the world, so she is angry, so she doesn't care about Song Qian's parents, she only recognizes her husband Zhang Beiye.

In the living room, scattered piano fragments slowly floated in the air, suddenly turned around, and the sharp part was towards the back of Song Qian's parents' heads.

Song Qian saw it, and her lips trembled in fright.

"Mom, go close the door, outside, ...... outside"

"Qianqian, what's wrong with you?" Mom hugged her and cried. "Old Song, do you want to invite a Taoist priest to come?"

"What nonsense, you go and bandage your hands, and you get blood everywhere." Dad said.

"You'd better look back!" Song Qian yelled, she was going crazy, she would rather die by herself than burden her parents, she was hugged tightly by her mother and couldn't get up.

The sharp wood chips suddenly started, aimed at the back of Song's father and Song's mother's head, and sprinted over.

"Bang Bang ......"

There was a knock on the door, and the pieces of wood paused for a moment before landing on the doorway.

Zhang Beiye heard Song Qian's scream, ran his soul power, smashed it out with a punch, and directly smashed the door open.

Song Qian took the opportunity to push her mother away, gritted her teeth, endured the pain, ran straight over, and threw herself into Zhang Beiye's arms.

She ...... She went berserk. ”

Zhang Beiye looked at the scattered pianos and the debris on the ground, and immediately understood.

He hugged Song Qian, pushed Song's father away, put him on the bed, and glanced at the wound on Song's mother's hand, which was still stuck with glass slag.

If you are one step late, it is estimated that it will be over.

"You are Zhang Beiye?" The psychiatrist asked.

"Go away!" Zhang Beiye pushed him away and locked the door when he entered the bathroom, the mirror was only cracked, but it was not completely broken and fell.

He turned on the faucet, washed his face, clenched his fists, and did not dare to speak, so he could only write and speak on the cold mirror.

"Why are you not obedient at all, how many times did you tell you last night, don't kill, don't be angry, just protect Song Qian."

"I can't help it."

"What's there to be forbidden, it's my business, I'll fix it, you're a ticking time bomb."

"They forced her to take sleeping pills and forced her to divorce you."

"If you leave, you will leave, and divorce will not kill anyone."

"No, she has to be your wife."

"Who the do I marry?" When Zhang Beiye wrote, his expression was ugly, and he trembled with anger.

"You're murdering me."

"Stay by my side and be obedient, and if you don't obey, get out."

"I hate you┬_┬!!"

The female ghost wiped her handwriting and never spoke again.

Song Qian's father sat in the living room smoking, beckoned to Zhang Beiye, and said, "Let's talk." ”

"Regarding Qianqian's matter, I will talk to you calmly."

"Qianqian is so tired, I'll go and coax her to sleep first, and then come out to talk to you."

"No, her mother will coax her."

Zhang Beiye pushed the door in, Song Qian was still sitting on the bed, refusing to sleep, and her mother's blood dripped onto the sheets.

The psychiatrist pulled her and said, "Let him come, you and Lao Song go to the infirmary to bandage your hands." ”

My mother was still not at ease, so she was pushed out by the psychiatrist, and then left a crack in the door, and said softly: "You go to bandage, I'm looking at Qianqian here, and by the way, observe that kid." ”

"Okay, Lao Wang, you're tired, we'll be back soon."

Zhang Beiye looked at the weak Song Qian, held her in his arms, covered her with a sheet, touched her head and said, "Didn't sleep last night?" ”

"Well, I have nightmares and don't dare to sleep."

"I'll stay with you, let's sleep for a while."

"Three threes."

"Three 3s? Are you sure it's three 3s? ”

"Yes, the number behind is three threes, and I didn't close my eyes when the tires ran over my neck, I just saw so much."

Song Qian said that the tears came again, trembling, it was the third time she was crushed, the tire pressed her neck, she couldn't move, she felt that she was about to die, and she still opened her eyes strong when she was desperate, and saw this number.

Zhang Beiye was so distressed that he kept kissing her hair and said, "Didn't you see the one in front?" ”

"It could be a 3, or an 8, or an E, and I was dizzy."

"It's okay, this is easy to check, I'll figure it out."

Zhang Beiye gently patted her shoulder, and after a while, Song Qian fell asleep in his arms.

The psychiatrist looked through the crack in the door, scratching his head, puzzled, he squatted on the side of the scattered piano again, picked up the sharp sawdust on the ground and scratched it, looked at the deformed security door, and muttered, "What's the situation?" ”

Everything in front of him, he can't understand with decades of experience and knowledge, Zhang Beiye doesn't look like a boy with infinite strength.

Zhang Beiye came out of the room, looked at the psychiatrist and said, "Teacher, I'm sorry, I was a little anxious just now." ”

"It's okay, sit down." The psychology teacher said.

"Please tell Qianqian's parents that I will take her for two days, and then send her back when she is well."

"I can't talk about this matter, because I can't figure out the situation, and if something happens, they can't hate me for the rest of my life."

Zhang Beiye nodded, thinking about it.

got up and walked to the bathroom, he thought that the psychology teacher was a bystander after all, maybe he would believe it when he saw the vision, and this teacher had a very calm personality, and he was a person that Song Qian's parents believed, so he wanted to try it.

Zhang Beiye knocked on the mirror and said softly, "Are you still there, can you come out for a while." ”

No response.

He touched it, and the temperature of the mirror was normal, which meant that the female ghost was gone, could it be that she was angry?

"What are you doing?"

"Oh, it's okay, teacher, can you tell her parents to let me stay here with her? Otherwise, she won't sleep well, and her body will collapse if she continues like this, and she will have to participate in the provincial symphony orchestra auditions. ”

"Okay, I'll talk to them."

Zhang Beiye returned to Song Qian's room, she slept relatively deeply, and her breathing was normal.

This girl looks so good when she sleeps, she can't get enough of it.