Mr. Huo, stop being abusive. Miss Fu is going on a blind date again.

As soon as these words came out, the property manager of the community immediately glared at him, "What nonsense are you talking about? The forensic examination was conducted just now. He has been gone for five days. How could you see him last night?"

The security guard still believed his eyes, "I did see it."

The more he thought about it, the colder his spine became, "Am I going to see a ghost..."

The manager quickly covered his mouth, lowered his voice and scolded him angrily: "What nonsense are you talking about? Our community is clean!"

There are also neighbors next door. If someone mistakenly thinks it is haunted, will other people be allowed to live there?

Cao Fang has initially learned about the situation from the police. The other party ruled out homicide and the probability of natural death was higher. However, it will be more clear after the forensic autopsy.

After walking out of the room, Cao Fang happened to hear the conversation between the security guard and the property manager. This sentence caught his attention, but to avoid the property manager's prevarication in order not to affect other residents, he found the security guard alone and took him to the stairwell.

"Brother, you look very bad. Let's smoke one to calm down the shock." Cao Fang handed the other party a cigarette case.

The security guard looked at the cigarette case to see if it had a brand he had never seen before. Could it be some fake cigarette? He didn't dare to take it and said, "It's okay. Thank you very much."

Cao Fang looked at his face and guessed his doubts. The cigarettes he smoked were indeed not seen in the market. It was normal for the other party not to recognize them. In this day and age, it is understandable to be more wary of strangers.

He took out a cigarette from the cigarette case and lit it in front of the security guard.

Seeing this, the security guard stretched out his hand and took it tremblingly.

Cao Fang took a look and it seemed that he was really scared, so he probably wasn't lying.

After the security guard took two puffs of cigarette, his mood was obviously calmer than before.

Cao Fang dusted off the cigarette ashes and said, "I am a resident on the twelfth floor downstairs. Have you met me?"

The security guard did meet him a few times, but it wasn't because of his good memory. For example, the middle-aged man who died on the [-]st floor remembered him because he had lived here for many years, and Cao Fang only remembered it because he opened the door. Got a top luxury car.

At the time, he didn't understand how someone who drove that kind of car could live in such an ordinary community.

The identity of the other party must be unusual, so he responded politely: "I've seen him before."

"I also suddenly heard that someone died in this building. It's my professional habit to come up and take a look. I just heard you say that you saw him going out last night?"

When the security guard saw that he had just gone in to negotiate with the police, and heard what he said about his professional habits, he probably guessed that he might work as a police officer, so he became even less wary, "The manager didn't let me say it."

Cao Fang smiled and said, "It's okay, I won't tell him."

The security guard hesitated for a while. This matter was pressing deep in his heart. He was afraid that he would get sick from fear, so he simply said it, which at least was a kind of relief.

"At about two o'clock in the middle of the night, I saw him driving out, but it was not his usual car."

Cao Fang raised his eyebrows, "Do you still recognize his car?"

The security guard shook his head, "You have to pay parking fees. Our residents' vehicles are all registered here. There is no charge. The ones who charge must be the cars outside."

This is true. Cao Fang has paid parking fees several times.

After he finished smoking a cigarette, Cao Fang took another one out of the cigarette case and handed it to him. While lighting the cigarette, the security guard said: "I took a special look at that time, thinking who would go out in the middle of the night? I must not be there." Mistaken, it’s him.”

After a while, Cao Fang went downstairs with him and went to the security room to retrieve the surveillance camera. The surveillance camera at the door was a high-definition camera, and the barrier gate was closest to the camera, so the faces were very clear.

Looking at the face that was exactly the same as the photo on the wall, Cao Fang, even though he was mentally prepared, felt terrified.

He watched the video repeatedly, "Do you know how old he is?"

"He is divorced, but occasionally he will pick up his son to stay for a couple of days on weekends. His son is in high school and must be in his forties or fifties."

Cao Fang looked at that face. It was indeed that of a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties, but the hand holding the mobile phone. Although the surveillance video could not completely restore the skin on the other person's hand, he could still tell at a glance that it was fair and slender. , not like the hands of a middle-aged man.

The more Cao Fang looked, the more hairy he became.

I'm afraid it's not that simple.

He immediately asked someone to track the car that drove out of the community last night, and then returned to the twelfth floor.

Fu Yan was packing some things when Cao Fang found Huo Mingzheng on the balcony and told Huo Mingzheng some news he had just received. Even Huo Mingzheng could hear the evil, which was chilling.

He glanced at Fu Yan who was still in the room and said, "We'll talk about it when we get back to the famous residence in Jinling."

……

An hour later, a black Bentley parked in the garden of Jinling Mansion, followed by several bodyguard cars, including a white Volkswagen.

That's Fu Yan's car. She will drive it to work tomorrow.

The housekeeper, Uncle Luo, had already arranged everything and asked someone to clean Fu Yan's room and place a bouquet of rouge roses planted by Mr. Huo himself. He went to the garden to cut the flowers himself, specializing in plump and bright ones.

The second floor is Huo Mingzheng's master bedroom area. When he received Cao Fang's call, he wanted to separate the two rooms on the spot and create a second bedroom for Fu Yan, so that Mr. Huo could live next to Miss Fu.

But the time was too short, otherwise he would definitely have been able to do it.

The moment Fu Yan and Huo Minzheng entered the house, they caught a glimpse of a figure walking from the entrance of the garden next to them.

It's a woman, a beautiful woman.

She was holding a book in her hand, and it looked like she was reading in the garden. She was dressed simply, but it just created a gentle and comfortable feeling.

Fu Yan had seen Li Qin with such a temperament before, but this woman was obviously different from Li Qin. She had a kind of gentleness that radiated from the inside out, not just pretending.

The woman faced Fu Yan, was slightly startled, looked at Huo Minzheng, and said hello, "Mr. Huo, you are back."

The housekeepers, Uncle Luo and Cao Fang, looked at each other at the same time. Both of them felt annoyed at the same time: Oops, why did they forget Dr. Xiao Ai!

Huo Minzheng hummed lightly, his expression was calm, and he just took a step in Fu Yan's direction.

Uncle Luo came over and introduced bravely: "Miss Fu, this is Mr. Huo's attending doctor, Dr. Xiao Aixiao. Weekends are the time for Mr. Huo's treatment. Dr. Xiao Ai came from home early in the morning."

What he said should be clear enough. Dr. Xiao Ai came from home and she does not live here.

"Doctor Xiao, this is Miss Fu."

He is Mr. Huo's sweetheart.

"Miss Fu." Xiao Ai smiled.

It turned out that Huo Mingzheng was the attending doctor and was in good health, except for the mental disorder of the past year.

Looks like a psychiatrist.

She smiled back at Xiao Ai and nodded, "Very good."

Uncle Luo and Cao Fang's scalps felt numb. Is that good?

What does it mean?