Chapter 147

"Do you think I don't know the loopholes you can catch?"

Ye Fan sipped the hot milk and said faintly. With a pair of eyes, he looked calmly into the distance. He saw the doomsday outside. From time to time, there were two lightning flashes, rendering the dark night more terrible.

"You, you kill me!"

The killer bit his teeth and said resolutely with a thick unwilling look in his eyes.

As a professional killer, he accepted the defeat, but he refused. He thought his strength could crush the young man in front of him, but he died under his gun.

He felt that his fear of death would make people spit for thousands of years.

"Well, meet you."

Ye Fan was not polite at all and smiled calmly.

"Bang"

A burst of gunfire sounded, and a blood hole suddenly appeared on the killer's forehead. He looked at Ye Fan with confused eyes. He didn't seem to understand why the young man in front of him said to kill?

However, he had no chance to speak.

His body was like a big stone, falling to the ground along the water pipe, making a heavy sound, but it was covered up by the storm outside.

Ye Fan wiped the muzzle of the gun, drank the hot milk in one gulp, then walked out of the room, opened the door of the next room, walked in quietly, covered the quilt, and went to sleep safely with his wife.

In the early morning of the next day, the rain was still falling continuously, but it was much better than that at night.

"Wife, wake up."

Ye Fan pushed Huang Xinying, who was like a kitten, and said with a spoiled face.

At this time, the wife, wearing a frosted Pajama, had a sexy figure, highlighted incisively and vividly, a delicate little face, slightly sleepy, and fell asleep quietly.

Suddenly, a flash of anger rushed into Ye Fan's heart. His mouth was dry and swallowed saliva, but his body unconsciously reacted.

No way, who makes his wife's figure really good. Who can sleep with such a top-notch beauty every day?

"I don't know. I have to sleep."

Huang Xinying obviously didn't sleep enough. She didn't even open her eyes. She just grumbled and turned over.

"Okay, okay!"

Ye Fan had no way to take Huang Xinying. She crept in quietly, covered her with a quilt, and crept into her clothes. Her eyes inadvertently glanced at the picture of yesterday.

Suddenly, he was inspired and his inner sleepiness was swept away. He picked up calligraphy and painting and saw a line of small words in the lower right corner: enter the tiger's den first, it is difficult to get out of the tiger's mouth, and break his limbs in the wolf's nest!

Just four short sentences.

But it made Ye Fan's expression dignified. Before, he might not understand what it meant, but now he knows. The person who sent the painting is obviously warning himself that he has encountered two very difficult obstacles.

Although I don't know which two difficulties these two barriers are, the other party is obviously not good at coming. This can be regarded as both a hint and a contempt.

An extremely arrogant man, he showed his intention, that is: if I want to kill you, you must be prepared, or you will die.

"It seems that I need to investigate this painting."

Ye Fan frowned, picked up calligraphy and paintings and went downstairs to the place where the killer fell to death last night. However, in the open space, except for some blood, the body last night disappeared out of thin air.

It seems that everything I experienced last night was a dream.

But the blood stain proved that he didn't dream yesterday. That's reality.

It's just, who the hell handled the body?

He felt more and more mysteries. The strange calligraphy and painting and the sudden killer made him feel that there was absolutely no such simplicity behind it.

"By the way, I can find the black widow!"

Ye Fan slapped his head fiercely and shouted fiercely.

Black widow is a woman with gorgeous temperament. She looks very good, but she is cruel and ruthless. At the same time, she is also a famous leader of the intelligence agency in a few miles. As long as she wants to obtain information and pay the same price, she can know what she wants to know.

I can just consult the black widow about this calligraphy and painting. Maybe she can know some clues.

Thinking of this, he quickly drove to a bar. The bar is very remote, but it is very lively inside. Although he just got to the door, he can hear the lively voice inside.

Ye Fan opened the door of the bar and went straight in. Although it was daytime, there were still many people wandering in the middle of the pool, one by one excited like crazy wild dogs.

In addition, the colorful lights flashed around, making the people on the bar more excited.

Ye Fan silently spared the crowd and came to the front desk. At this time, there were only a few people at the front desk, but his eyes were all squinting around a waiter.

The waiter looks very good. His curly yellow hair is casually placed behind his shoulder. His facial features are very exquisite. His warped eyelashes and curved eyes send out a mature charm in one fell swoop.

"Oh, sister Hei, I haven't seen you for such a long time. I'm still so exposed!"

Ye Fan walked over with a smile and glanced at the waiter casually. She was wearing an inch shirt, but the two buttons on it were untied, revealing her looming black underwear.

"Isn't this Ye Fan's little brother? How did you think of me as a sister today?"

Hearing the speech, the black widow raised her head and took a look at the visitor. She stretched out her white arm, hooked her hook and pointed to the way. Her action was full of temptation.

Rao is an honest young man like Ye Fan. He couldn't help but react. He immediately covered his crotch with embarrassment: "sister, I have a wife. Can you do things with a little discretion?"

"Ah, my sister knows."

The black widow smiled, then put the clothes buttons on the season, giggled and laughed: "say it, brother Ye Fan, the weasel paid a new year's call to the chicken. It's not kind this time."

"Sister, you're really right. I'm not kind." Ye Fan grinned, then took out the calligraphy and painting at the bottom of the table and put it on the bar: "sister, as long as you can tell me who sent it, I'll pack it for today's show."

"Just you?" The black widow hissed and shook her head in disdain. Her eyes fell on the calligraphy and painting. She carefully measured the calligraphy and painting, and her face suddenly became much heavier.

After a few minutes, the black widow seemed to think of something fiercely, bit her eyes and said, "this, isn't this the painter's handwriting?"

"Painter?"

Ye Fan keenly caught the shock in the black widow's eyes and quickly asked.