There is this scene in reality, the rice field located southwest of Daxi Village!
Ding Fan asked again, "Sister Ye, have you seen this painting? Not in a dream, but in reality."
Ye Duckweed put out the cigarette, lit another one, and recalled carefully for a long time, then she remembered, "I should have seen it before, it seems..."
"An art exhibition in an art museum?" Wu Yahuan interrupted and asked.
"No, it should be a patient. He came here for psychological treatment. He loves painting. He is holding a TV with a slide in the hole, the kind with a small hole that looks inside and turns the pages. There are many paintings in it, including this one." Ye Fu
Pingdao.
This was an important clue. Ding Fan quickly asked: "What's his name?"
"About half a year ago, there seemed to be a man in his early fifties. I can't remember his name!" Ye Duckweed had come into contact with many patients, so it was very difficult to recall, and she couldn't remember the specific details at all.
A name emerged in the minds of Ding Fan and Wu Yahuan at the same time, and that was Du Laoxie, whose nickname was Du Wanli. It was probably him who went to Ye Duckweed's psychological clinic.
"Sister Ye, there should be monitoring in your psychological clinic, right?" Wu Yahuan reminded.
"Yes, in order to avoid disputes, the entire process of psychological treatment must be videotaped." Ye Ducking nodded.
"Find that video and give it to me. This person is very important." Ding Fan said solemnly.
"It's on the hard drive of my desktop computer. I'll find it tomorrow, cut out that paragraph, and bring a copy." Ye Fuling agreed.
"No, go right away and get the hard drive in your hand first."
Ding Fan got up anxiously, but things changed as soon as he started to treat Ye Duckweed. The Tiandi Chamber of Commerce might have noticed it, and maybe after tonight, the evidence would have been destroyed!
Because of the influence of the super nightmare, Ye Duckweed was already very sleepy at this time and wished to go to bed immediately. He hesitated and said: "It's so late, the building has been closed long ago."
"In which building does Sister Ye open a clinic?" Wu Yahuan asked.
Ye Fuling stood up, found the Xiaokun bag that she carried with her, took out a business card from it, and handed it to Wu Yahuan. It showed the address of Duckweed Psychological Clinic, Room 301, Shangtong Building.
"No problem, Shangtong Building is my family's property. You can go in at any time." Wu Ya smiled mischievously.
"Then, let's go there!" Ye Ducking couldn't hold it back and covered her mouth and yawned.
"Sister Ye, it's absolutely safe here. Just go to bed and give us the key. We'll be back soon," Ding Fan said.
Ye Fuling agreed and took out the key again. She did not forget to remind her that she was renting a suite and the computer was in the back room.
Ding Fan and Wu Yahuan immediately changed their clothes and went out, drove the Hummer and went straight to the Commercial Building.
On the way, Wu Yahuan made a phone call with the general manager in charge of the management of Shangtong Building. He wanted to go into the building if he had something to do. The other person's answer was of course no problem.
There were several cars following behind, and it was the bodyguards managed by Wu Yahuan who were responsible for protecting them all the way.
Hurrying slowly, it was already eleven o'clock at midnight when we arrived at the Commercial Building.
After calling in advance, the security guards on duty immediately opened the rolling shutter door outside and bowed their heads to let Ding Fan and Wu Yahuan enter the building.
Instead of taking the elevator, the two walked to the third floor and found the Duckweed Psychological Clinic at the end of the corridor.
Open the door with the key and turn on the lights in the room. The first thing that comes into view is a reception room with several tables facing each other and a row of sofas and chairs near the door where patients can wait.
There is a clear price list on the wall. The fees vary depending on the condition. For patients with mental disorders, the fee starts at 800 yuan per hour, which is not low.
Without time to look carefully, Ding Fan immediately opened the door of the suite and entered Ye Fuling's office.
It is kept spotlessly clean, with a red fabric sofa that you can lie on and sleep on. As expected, there is a camera in the corner of the ceiling, which is very eye-catching. As long as the patient comes in, he can spot it at a glance.
There is also a long self-adhesive sticker on the wall that says: You have entered the surveillance video area.
Far away from the door, there is a five-meter-long boss's desk on the inside. There is nothing else on the table except an LCD screen. Behind the boss's desk, there are bookcases filled with psychology books and books.
Medicines for professional treatment.
Ding Fan immediately ran to the boss's desk, bent down, found the computer host, unplugged all the wires at the back, and took out the entire chassis.
At this moment, Ding Fan suddenly felt a strange smell and hurriedly stuffed the computer case back, pulled Wu Yahuan over and stuffed it under the desk.
The third young lady of the Wu family hid under the desk for the second time. You can imagine how depressed she felt, but she also knew that Ding Fan must have encountered a very dangerous situation for him to do this.
Just after doing this, two men in black walked in, no, it should be three, and there was also an invisible third-level spirit ghost, who was Ye Fuling's dream lover, named Chenxing!
The temperature in the room dropped sharply, as if it had entered the cold winter. Wu Yahuan, who was under the table, couldn't help but shudder. Along with it, there was an almost suffocating sense of oppression. His teeth were chattering uncontrollably, and Wu Yahuan could only open his mouth slightly.
Open.
Almost instantly, two men in black rushed towards Ding Fan from the left and right, so fast that they turned into shadows.
It was too late to draw the thunder in his palms, so Ding Fan could only mobilize the Qi Pill, channeling enough Qi into both palms, and launched them towards the two men in black.
Bang bang!
With two muffled sounds, the men in black were pushed back several steps by the true energy, but it had little impact on them. After a short pause, they rushed over together again.
Ding Fan was angry at Dongfang Xu in his heart, because his palm consumed a lot of his own energy, otherwise he would have knocked the man in black away.
You can only fight hard!
Ding Fan jumped up, his body suddenly turned sideways, and kicked three times in a row, all of which hit the man in black on the right, and hit the man in black on the left with his fists on the chest.
Today's Ding Fan is different from the past. Due to the condensed Qi Dan, the strength of his fists and feet is enough to kill a bull. The two men in black were knocked away and hit the wall, making a dull impact.
The two men's bones seemed to be made of steel. They were not injured at all and stood firmly in place.
Whoosh!
A handsome grimace, very close at hand, was none other than the third-level spirit ghost Chenxing. He was looking at Ding Fan with a look of astonishment.
It was the super talisman that blocked the pressure on him. Otherwise, Ding Fan would have been unable to resist at this moment and would have been in a coma.
The super talisman can only block the pressure, but it cannot stop Chenxing from approaching!
In desperation, Ding Fan bit the tip of his tongue, spit out a mouthful of blood, and hit Chen Xing on the body.
The monk's blood is also attractive to the third-level spirit ghost. He instinctively withdraws far away and begins to greedily absorb the blood!