Rebirth: A Female Forensic Doctor

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

Why didn't he believe it so much? If it weren't for ancient times, a cold wind could easily kill someone? When Brother Meng called him, he really didn't mishear the panic and fear in his voice.

Besides, as a civil servant in the government system, you don’t go to the hospital when you have a cold, but you ask him to seek help from a heavenly master?

He is just a bastard, not a fool.

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

Ye Fan turned around, his dark eyes reflected the brightly lit villa in front of him, and he raised the corner of his mouth and said, "No, he has something wrong."

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

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

Next, it’s time to witness the miracle.

Dai Xiongzhao watched with confusion as she put the yellow talisman on his body, and then began to perform a transformation into a living person 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 looked at the empty space in front of him in horror. He even reached out and touched where Ye Fan was standing, but what he touched was

A void.

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

Ye Fan, who had become a pseudo-spirit, glanced at the three fires that were rekindled on his head and shoulders. Now he could no longer see her in the soul body and pseudo-spirit state.

Ye Fan moved his gaze towards the villa. Under the night sky, the villa seemed to be emitting a light purple light. Not only did it have no ghost magnetic field, but the villa also had a prosperous Feng Shui situation. The owner who lived in it had a prosperous official career and wealth.

"It's just that the purple is actually tinged with red." Ye Fan raised his eyebrows and was surprised to see a sliver of blood red in the light purple light.

With thoughtful eyes in his eyes, Ye Fan drifted back towards the villa.

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

But what is certain is that his fear is not due to being haunted by yin objects, because the magnetic field around him is stable and there is no intrusion of the deceased or yin energy. Instead, his magnetic field is the same as this villa, which is purple with red.

, and the red light exudes a sinister aura, which is a very bad omen.

But whether the ferocious aura in the red light was brought about by himself or was affected by other influences, she still couldn't tell based on her current cultivation level.

Looking away from him, Ye Fan wandered around the living room. She didn't want to be too presumptuous in front of the owner before, and the owner was obviously a very shrewd person.

The layout of the living room is simple and elegant, and does not look unusual.

Ye Fan floated to the wall where the painting was hung again, and flew up, her eyes carefully passing through the blank space, and suddenly her eyes stopped at a certain point, where there was a small hole, which was

The pattern of the wallpaper created a visual blind spot. If she didn't look carefully, she could easily miss it.

She searched carefully on it again, and sure enough she 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 had no artistic skills and could not study anything at all. There was no author indicated on them, and she could not tell which famous artist painted them.

Looking at it, I just felt that the person who painted this painting had always been 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 swaying unsteadily, his face turned green and white, his eyes were red, and he looked a bit ferocious.

He walked slowly towards the stairs, like a mindless wandering soul. He stumbled a bit while going up the stairs and knocked his knees hard on the edge of the stairs.

"Hiss..." Meng Hang held onto the escalator with one hand to steady himself, and covered his injured knee with the other. He took a deep breath, and tears suddenly fell from his red eyes.

Ye Fan raised his eyebrows in surprise. Was he crying out of pain or taking an opportunity to vent?

After wiping his face, Meng Hang grinned, showing a smile that was uglier than crying, and limped up the stairs, with Ye Fan following behind him.

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

Peering in through the crack in the open door, this room should be Meng Hang's bedroom. It seemed a little messy, and there was an unpleasant smell coming from it.

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, turned around and followed.

In the end, Meng Hang stopped in front of the door of the deepest room, but did not go in immediately. He just stood in front of the door with his head lowered.

Just when Ye Fan thought he wouldn't 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?

With a click, the door lock opened, Meng Hang pushed the door open and went in, followed by Ye Fan.

This should be a room used to store sundries. The things in it are basically covered with white cloth. It is somewhat similar to the easel covered with white cloth at the crime scene. Perhaps this is the place where Meng Hang dreams.

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

Ye Fan saw that under the white cloth were two picture frames with their backs covered. Meng Ban was holding the white cloth in his hand, and the veins on the back of his hand were bulging, and the white cloth was deformed by the grip.

Suddenly, he let go of his hand and the white cloth fell. His whole body trembled slightly as he squatted down and hugged the two picture frames. Then, as if he had been drained of all his energy, he slid down with his back against the wall.

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

They were two oil paintings. The content in the paintings seemed to be from the same series as the two paintings downstairs. But even someone like her who didn't understand art could tell that they were two different styles of painting. If nothing unexpected happened, they should be

Made by two people.