The shape is simple and the texture is peculiar. If you look closely, there seems to be a few red lights flashing on the ring, which is not an ordinary ring at first glance.
As soon as the ring came out, my parents were immediately attracted. Both of them looked intently. My mom stretched out her finger and rubbed it curiously. My dad also stretched out her finger and touched it. I was a little proud of it, and so on. Staring at them both in amazement.
"San'er, this ring looks quite novel, but what does it have to do with you?" My mother asked me while studying the ring.
"That's it, isn't it just a ring that looks a little weird? What can this prove? If you really want to prove that what you say is true, then call that thing out and show me and your mother. Look." With his hands behind his back, my dad agreed in a timely manner.
amount! This is not the same style as I expected! Why don't you believe it yet!
The corners of my mouth twitched, and I rolled my eyes secretly, and couldn't help muttering: "If I can control the appearance and disappearance of the red female ghost at will, I don't need to worry, and I need to spend so much time explaining to you directly. Let the female ghost in red show her face and completely refresh your three views."
"What is your kid whispering? Say, what does this ring have to do with what you are talking about?" My mother patted the back of my head angrily and poked the ring.
I couldn’t help smiling bitterly, and I was still unwilling to try to call the female ghost in red. As a result, naturally there was no response. For the female ghost in red, my host has no status at all. Ignore me and have to look at her. Mood.
This is troublesome, there is no proof, no evidence, no one will believe it!
After thinking about it, I immediately noticed it again. I took out a small folding knife from my body, opened it, and handed it to my mother.
"What are you doing? If you say you want to use a knife with us?" My mother was shocked by my actions. She took two steps backwards in fright. Her face was pale, and she swung her hands unconsciously without picking up the knife. .
My dad also panicked: "Son, if you have something to say, we are very open-minded and will not force you to do anything."
Looking helplessly at the sky, I tried to soften my voice as much as possible so as not to irritate my parents, and said: "Parents, where did you want to go, didn't you let me prove it? Now, use a knife to slash the ring. , If there is a scar, even if I lose."
"Say it earlier, scared me." My mother patted her chest, took the knife, gestured on the ring, and asked: "San'er, can't this ring be taken off? I'm afraid that it will hurt your turn."
"I want to take it down too, but if I force it down, I have to waste it, so let's do it, it's okay." I shrugged, expressing helplessness.
My dad pushed his daughter-in-law away: "Stop the ink, I'll come."
After speaking, he held the knife and cut a sharp cut on the ring.
When I removed the knife, there were no traces on the ring.
"Hey, I still don't believe it." My dad muttered, gritted his teeth, and slashed the ring fiercely.
The thin blade moved away, and finally left a thin white mark on the ring. Before my dad was proud of a second, the white mark disappeared quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the ring recovered as before.
, Intact.
"This, this, it's impossible, what kind of new material are you, it's like the kind of memory pillow that can rebound!" My dad's eyes widened and he still didn't believe it.
Seeing this, my mother grabbed the knife: "I'm coming."
I grabbed my finger and went down a few times, and the result was naturally the same.
"I don't believe it, your kid must have been prepared in advance, so as to fool me and your dad." My mother was shocked, throwing the knife, hands on hips, and a serious expression of "I have seen the truth a long time ago".
"My child, I'd better send my son to the hospital for an examination. I think there is something wrong with him here." My dad discussed with my mom in front of me, and pointed his finger at his temple.
I was so angry that I almost didn't carry it back in a single breath, and it was useless to show evidence that I had lost so much of my tongue!
"Forget it, if you don't believe me, let me call my friend and go back to the city together." I waved my hand in frustration, and I planned to go back to the room and wake the old Taoist to leave.
Who knows that my mother took my arm and said, "No, your dad is right, listen to us, let your friend go back by himself, and you will go to the hospital for an examination with us. Otherwise, you won't recognize my mother in the future. "
After hesitating, I thought about whether or not to show them a few innocuous ways to show them. With just a little effort, my parents seized the opportunity and dragged me out and stopped a taxi. Go to the hospital.
The two worked in a division of labor, one of them squeezed my arm tightly, for fear that I would run away, the other went to queue for registration, and then pressed me into the clinic.
"Where is the patient uncomfortable?" The doctor with his head down was immersed in writing something, and when he heard the sound of footsteps, he asked with his head up.
My mother pressed me on the chair and said to the doctor, "It’s him, the doctor, let me see. My son always talks about catching ghosts and eliminating demons, and he talks to some people who don’t seem normal. Come and see, you can help me see!"
"Ha! It turned out to be a young man, what a ghost, is this too much TV drama or too much novel? Look at the dark circles of these two eyes, stay up late every day, right?" The doctor stopped working in his hands and raised his head. I glanced at it, and burst into laughter.
With a cold face, I didn't say a word, too lazy to argue.
"Doctor, please give him a good checkup." My dad stood aside and smiled.
Wearing a stethoscope, the doctor did his best to give me a rough check, and said to my parents: "In the initial check, there is no major problem with my body, but I stay up too late. Just take a good rest for a few days. Then I will give you Prescribe a prescription." With that, the doctor planned to write a prescription.
"No, no, doctor, listen to me, my son really has a problem here." My dad hurriedly stopped the doctor's movements, and then relayed the content of the previous dispute at home verbatim.
The doctor's expression changed accordingly, and he blurted out: "Isn't this a delusion, you have to take him to a psychiatric hospital for evaluation, why are you here for me?"
"You are a paranoid, your whole family is paranoid!" I finally didn't hold back and cursed.
I was so panic that my parents hurriedly stood between me and the doctor, one of them grabbed one, and my mother grabbed me.
Arm, reprimanded: "What are you doing? The doctor will see you, what are you doing! Sit down."
"Doctor, don't be angry, don't be angry, there is something wrong with my son's mind, otherwise I don't want you to see if it is!" My dad persuaded the doctor, accompanied by a smiley face.
The doctor's temper was not very good, his face was upset, and he waved his hand: "I can't see it here, you can go to another house! The psychiatric hospital is behind, you can find someone else to see it!"
"TMD, you shit, quack doctor!" I was upset when I heard that tone. I stood up and yelled again. Turning my head to see my parents, I was even more angry and shouted at them: " You don’t believe me what I said. You have to take me to see a doctor. I’m all right now. I’m going to be sent to a mental hospital. Are you satisfied
After that, despite the stiff expressions of my parents, I slammed the door angrily and left.
Out of the hospital, after a long walk, the anger in my heart was slightly calmed down. When I saw the rough surroundings, I was a bit dumbfounded again. I went, where is this
I stretched out my hand to get my mobile phone, but I felt nothing. Then I remembered that when I was forcibly pulled out of the house by my parents, I didn't even take my jacket, and the mobile phone seemed to be still in the jacket. I smoked my mouth and looked at the shops on both sides of the road that have already closed more than half of the doors. I don’t need to look at the time. I know it’s late. I just ran out and didn’t want to go home. The convenience store was closed. Where to stay overnight tonight
Thinking of this, I couldn't help sighing. In my mind, there were two little people fighting. One persuaded me to go back the same way, bowed his head to my parents, and went home, and the other reprimanded me. Principle, you are not doing anything wrong, it is them who are wrong.
In the muddle, I walked aimlessly along the road. The cold wind blew me and I shivered instantly. My original plan to find a chair in the park for the night disappeared, but I was thinking about whether or not. Bow your head to your parents and go home.
Suddenly, someone in front of me blocked my way, and at the same time a stench that seemed to be over-marinated in pickles came on my face.
I immediately covered my nose, and subconsciously stepped back a few steps, and raised my eyes to see that I was still an acquaintance in front of me, and it was the tramp.
"Why are you here?" I looked at each other in surprise.
The dish on his face, the homeless man did not answer my question, and stretched out a hand to me: "What a coincidence, invite me to eat!"
Rolling my eyes, I turned around and went away, cursing in my heart: Please get a woolen thread, I don't have any money on my own.
The tramp chased up reluctantly, reached out to grab my sleeves, and was swiftly avoided by me. He simply opened his hands and stopped in front of me, saying: "If you don't ask me to eat, you don't want to leave."
I almost laughed in irritation. What kind of shit logic, I just want to ignore him, go around his arm, and continue walking back.
"Don't go, I don't need you to invite me to dinner. Tell me, how did you live until now? Do you have any unique tricks? Tell me!" The tramp saw that I ignored him. Suddenly anxious, trot to follow my side, whispering non-stop.
If this is not because there are still passing cars and cameras on the road, I really want to knock this guy directly to the ground with a punch. It's so noisy.
(End of this chapter) (End of this chapter)