Rebirth of the open female forensic doctor

Chapter 338 Witness the Miracle

"Ye Fan, wait." Dai Xiongzhao caught up with Ye Fan, hesitantly said on his face: "We really just left like this. Brother Meng is really okay? Is it just a cold?"

How could he be so unbelievable!If it weren't for ancient times, a cold could easily kill a person?When Brother Meng called him, he really didn't mishear the panic and fear in his voice.

Besides, as a civil servant in the official system, if he got a cold and didn't go to the hospital, let him find a celestial master?

He's just a jerk, not a fool.

Moreover, he always felt that he could understand every word these two people said, but when combined, he was full of stars. For the first time in his life, he had to admit that his IQ was really not enough.

Ye Fan turned around, his dark pupils reflected the brightly lit villa in front of him, and he cocked his mouth and said, "No, he has something to do."

Dai Xiongzhao became anxious when he heard it, "Ah, what should I do, Ye Fan, Master Goddess, you must save him."

"Wait here." Ye Fan glanced back at him, raised his right hand, and a yellow talisman appeared on her finger.

Next, it's time to witness the miracle.

Dai Xiongzhao didn't know why and watched her stick the yellow talisman on his body, and then began to perform a big transformation in front of him. He promised that he never blinked, but the person just disappeared from his eyes.

"Ah..." He was so frightened that he fell to the ground, his eyes widened, and he watched in horror that there was no one in front of him. He even stretched out his hand and touched it from where Ye Fan was standing, but what he touched was Nothingness.

"Goddess, Master." He swallowed, and called out tentatively with a trembling voice, but no one answered him.

Ye Fan, who has become a pseudo-spiritual state, glanced at the three fires rekindled on his head and shoulders, and now he can no longer see her in the soul body and pseudo-spiritual state.

Ye Fan moved his gaze to the direction of the villa. Under the night sky, the villa seemed to emit lavender light. Not only did it not have a ghost magnetic field, but this villa was also a prosperous Fengshui. The owner who lived in it was prosperous and prosperous.

"It's just that there is red in the purple." Ye Fan raised his eyebrows, and was surprised to see traces of blood red in the lavender light.

With thoughtful eyes, Ye Fan floated back into the villa.

In the brightly lit living room, Ye Fan was surprised to find that Meng Hang was still sitting on the sofa, huddled into a ball, still shivering, not at all as calm as before.

But what is certain is that his fear is not because of being haunted by Yin, because the magnetic field around him is stable, and there is no aura of the dead or Yin Qi invading, but his magnetic field is the same as this villa, purple and red , and the red light exudes a fierce spirit, which is an extremely ominous omen.

But whether the vicious aura in the red glow was brought by him himself, or whether it was affected by other influences, she still couldn't tell with her current cultivation.

Looking away from him, Ye Fan wandered around the living room. Before, she couldn't be too presumptuous in front of the master, and the master was obviously a very shrewd person.

The layout of the living room is simple and atmospheric, and there is nothing unusual about it.

Ye Fan floated to the wall where the paintings were hung again, and flew up, her eyes flicked across the blank space, and suddenly her eyes stopped on a certain point, where there was a small hole, which was covered by The pattern of the wallpaper creates a visual blind spot, if she doesn't look carefully, it is easy to miss it.

She searched it carefully again, and sure enough, she also found a small hole not far away.

It seems that there were indeed four paintings hanging here before, but two of them were taken down.

Ye Fan went to the two paintings that were still hanging and studied them carefully. However, she, who had no artistic talent, couldn't study anything at all, and the author was not indicated on it, so she couldn't tell which famous painting it was.

Looking at it, she just felt that the person who painted this painting was always depressed. Although she didn't know how to appreciate it, she felt a little depressed and irritable when she looked at it.

At this time, there was a sound from the sofa.

Ye Fan turned around, and saw that Meng Hang had stood up from the sofa, his body was shaking unsteadily, his face was blue and white, his eyes were red, and he looked a little ferocious.

He paced slowly towards the stairs, like a wandering soul without sanity, he stumbled when he went up the stairs, and his knee hit the edge of the stairs hard.

"Hiss..." Meng Hang supported the escalator with one hand to stabilize his figure, covered his bruised knee with the other hand, gasped, and tears suddenly flowed from his red eyes.

Ye Fan raised his eyebrows in surprise, did he cry from pain or took the opportunity to vent?

Wiping his face, Meng Hang grinned, showing a smile uglier than crying, and limped up the stairs, Ye Fan followed behind him.

Meng Hang stopped in front of a room on the second floor, put his hand on the handle and opened it, but the door was only half opened, and he paused again.

Looking in through the open door, this room should be Meng Hang's bedroom. It seems to be a bit messy inside, and there is an unpleasant smell coming out.

However, Ye Fan didn't have time to take a closer look, because Meng Hang closed the bedroom door again, then turned and walked towards the depths of the corridor on the second floor.

Ye Fan glanced at the closed bedroom, and turned to follow.

In the end, Meng Hang stopped in front of the door of the deepest room, but didn't go in immediately, but just stood in front of the door with his head down.

Just when Ye Fan thought he would not go in, he suddenly took a deep breath, took out a key from his pocket, and inserted it into the keyhole with trembling hands.

It's still locked?

Click, the door lock opened, Meng Hang pushed the door open, and Ye Fan also floated in.

This should be a room for storing sundries, and the things inside are basically covered with white cloth, which is somewhat similar to the easel covered with white cloth at the scene of the crime. Perhaps this is the place where Meng Hang's dusty dreams lie.

Meng Hang dragged his injured foot, walked to the corner, and slowly lifted a piece of white cloth.

Ye Fan saw that under the white cloth were two picture frames folded upside down, and Meng Ban was holding the white cloth in his hand, with bulging veins on the back of his hand, and the white cloth was deformed by being grabbed.

Suddenly, he let go of his hand, and the white cloth fell down. He squatted down trembling slightly, hugging the two picture frames, and then slid down with his back against the wall as if he had been stripped of all his vigor.

As he turned around, the fronts of the two picture frames in his hands were also displayed in front of Ye Fan.

Those are two oil paintings. The content in the paintings seems to be the same series as the two downstairs ones, but even a person like her who doesn't understand art can tell that they are two different painting styles. If there is no accident, it should be From the hands of two people.

　Three more~~~~

　　

　

(End of this chapter)