Rebirth: A Female Forensic Doctor

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.

There is also no signature on these two paintings, but seeing Meng Hang's appearance, the person who painted these two paintings must be very important to him, or the person who made him suffer an emotional breakdown.

Meng Hang hugged the picture frame tightly, exuding a strong aura of sadness and decadence. The lights in the room were incandescent, but his surroundings seemed to be falling into an endless abyss of darkness. Ye Fan looked at it and felt like

It seemed like there was something blocked, and it felt a bit stuffy and uncomfortable.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooowe are are are coming out of Meng Hang's mouth.

Meng Hang's mood completely collapsed, but he didn't cry loudly, as if he was afraid of being heard by others. He just let out a low cry that was more heartbreaking than crying, and strings of tears fell from his face, drop by drop.

Dropped on the oil painting. Fortunately, the oil painting has been carefully framed, and there is a glass protective film on the painting.

Ye Fan watched and listened silently, his eyes slightly red, as if he was touched.

Looking at Meng Hang like this, she hoped that her suspicion would not come true, but she would not easily overturn her suspicion because of this.

Meng Hang is really suspicious.

Half an hour later, Meng Hang fell asleep holding the picture frame. After venting his anger, he finally fell asleep exhausted and fell into a deep sleep all of a sudden, as if someone who had been suffering from insomnia for many days could finally fall asleep.

General.

Listening to his snoring, Ye Fan turned around and left, exiting the room. She came to the door of the bedroom, hesitated for a moment, and went directly through the wall.

A nauseating sour smell hit his face. Ye Fan covered his nose and looked at the messy bedroom in front of him in surprise.

The clothes on the bed were scattered randomly, as if they had been worn. There were also a few pieces thrown on the ground, and there were several wine bottles rolling around. Some beer liquid flowed to the ground. The sour smell was caused by these.

The bedroom is large, and the layout and wall hangings are similar to the style of the living room, but more warm and comfortable. It can be seen that Meng Hang is actually a person who enjoys himself and loves to be clean.

But now it has become like a doghouse for drunkards. From the wine bottles and dirty clothes on the floor, as well as the sour smell, it can be seen that he must have been hiding in the room drinking these days, just because they came tonight

, so he just tidied himself up.

There is also a cloakroom in the bedroom. Ye Fan still walks in through the wall. The cloakroom is very large. There are neatly hung rows of suits, shirts and casual clothes. The styles are simple and the colors are monotonous, but at first glance they are big name brands.

Each piece is worth his several months' salary as tax section chief.

After looking through the entire cloakroom, Ye Fan found clothes in a wardrobe in the corner that were obviously very different from the clothes placed in a conspicuous place.

These clothes are of different colors. In one word, they can be described as relatively fashionable. They are the style that young rich second-generation people like him would wear, just like the clothes worn by Dai Xiongzhao. Of course, the tastes are still different.

Meng Hang's taste is obviously much higher than Dai Xiongzhao's.

In the lower grid of the wardrobe, Ye Fan also discovered that among the neatly arranged men's accessories, there were several incongruous women's accessories, such as things inside brooches. It is unlikely that he has a transvestite and likes to wear women's accessories.

There are traces of women living together in Meng Hang's villa, but just like the two paintings downstairs, they were manually cleaned up. These accessories may have slipped through the net, or they may have some important meaning and they are reluctant to throw them away.

Ye Fan looked at the obviously empty wardrobe, thoughtfully.

The style of these accessories is elegant and fresh, very similar to the style of the clothes worn by Cai Qianqian.

Ye Fan turned around again and found no other women's items, but he had a deeper understanding of Meng Hang's character.

How to say it!

He is a very contradictory person.

Finally, Ye Fan made a rough circle around the entire villa, going from one room to another, either jumping up from the ceiling or going down from the floor.

Fortunately, Zhu Shengyang wasn't here, otherwise she might not be able to hide the fact that she broke someone's vest.

Dai Xiongzhao squatted on the ground. He squatted here as long as Ye Fan went in. At first he was frightened and scared, then he was excited and curious, and now he was bored and counted ants.

Suddenly, a shadow was cast in front of his eyes, and he was so frightened that he sat down on the ground, staring at the "transformed" Ye Fan with wide eyes and a look of horror on his face.

"Scared, scared me to death." Dai Xiongzhao suddenly patted his chest, then stood up excitedly and shouted: "Ye Fan, you... ow."

As soon as his butt lifted off the ground, he screamed and fell back, and then his whole face wrinkled up like a chrysanthemum.

"What's wrong?"

"My, my legs are numb." After squatting for too long, his legs were so numb that they didn't even feel like his own, and it felt like a pinprick pain whenever he moved.

Ye Fan was speechless. He didn't know how long she would go in, so he could just squat here for as long as he wanted. Can't he stand up or sit down?

Receiving Ye Fan's gaze on him as if he was mentally retarded, Dai Xiongzhao's cheeks turned red, he frowned and said, "I was just thinking about life here and lost my mind."

Caring for the mentally retarded is everyone’s responsibility.

Ye Fan raised his eyes and looked at the night with a deep look on his face. He waited for the blood in his legs to circulate before he said, "After thinking about it, are you alive?"

Dai Xiongzhao moved his legs, and the acupuncture-like soreness and numbness had been relieved a lot. He quickly got up from the ground, jumped twice, then pretended to be serious and muttered: "After thinking about it, I feel that my life

...Hey, Master Goddess, wait for me, you haven’t said yet whether Brother Meng is also entangled with that thing?”

"No, everything around him is clean."

Ye Fan rolled his eyes, too lazy to pay attention to this retarded man, and turned around and walked towards the garage.

The garage of the villa is quite large. There are several cars in it, including sports cars, business cars, off-road vehicles, and a low-key BMW.

Ye Fan's eyes paused on the blue Porsche sports car, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a dim light flashed across.

Dai Xiongzhao opened the driver's door. Before he could sit in, the door was held down by a hand. He looked at the owner of that hand in confusion.

Ye Fan raised his chin toward the passenger seat and said, "You sit in the passenger seat, and I'll drive."

"Oh, okay." Dai Xiongzhao had no doubts at all, and moved to the passenger seat very neatly. In his opinion, Ye Fan was omnipotent. She could do such a childish thing as driving, and he even imagined that she could do it easily.

So she can drive his sports car like a plane.

So he not only happily gave up the driver's seat, but also watched with great excitement as Ye Fan operated as fiercely as a tiger.