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

Before Fu Hanlin turned around and left the garden, he glanced at Ansha. The sun was shining warmly on her body, and she was still drawing her "boyfriend" seriously.

It's just that the face is still blurry and the facial features cannot be seen clearly.

A gust of wind blew, and Ansha hummed a piece of music intermittently. The wind picked up a fallen leaf at Fu Hanlin's feet, and his footsteps stopped.

Ansha's voice is very sweet.

But what stopped him was not her voice, but the content of the song...it was in Chinese.

"Little water lily, sleeping on the lake, with a green cradle and pink face, little water lily, so shy, quietly opening her eyes at night, counting the stars, looking at the moon..."

Ansha was not as proficient in Chinese as Lusha, and even couldn't pronounce it clearly, but he could recognize the song after only hearing a few words.

Because he is familiar with it.

His mother passed away when he was very young, and his memory of his mother is actually quite vague. He only remembers her mother sitting by the bed, hugging him, and humming nursery rhymes over and over to coax him to sleep.

He has a good memory and can still remember everything after so many years.

This nursery rhyme is used by people in Jincheng to put their children to sleep.

Jincheng is a city adjacent to Nancheng, and his mother is from Jincheng.

"Who taught you this song?" Fu Hanlin walked up to her, put his clasped hands on the table, leaned over and looked at Ansha, trying to stay calm as much as possible so as not to scare her.

Ansha raised her eyes leisurely and said with a smile: "It's my boyfriend. He praises me for being smart and knowing how to learn things as soon as I can."

Fu Hanlin's face darkened. Under the sunlight, a chill spread from the soles of his feet to his limbs.

Ansa has severe delusions. If her boyfriend is a figment of her imagination, how can this nursery rhyme be explained?

Even if she created something out of nothing, she would not "give birth" to something she had never been exposed to before, let alone such a partial foreign local nursery rhyme.

Fu Hanlin sat opposite her again, his seemingly calm eyes seemed to have stirred up huge waves. He asked in a calm tone: "Is your boyfriend Chinese?"

Ansa hummed.

"What's his name?" Fu Hanlin looked into Ansha's eyes.

Ansa shook her head. She lowered her head to draw, briefly tracing a few strokes on the profile of the portrait and outlining the outline of the rose, "I don't know."

"do not know?"

"He didn't tell me his name, so I don't know, and I don't care, it's enough that he likes me. Does that matter to you, sir?"

Fu Hanlin pursed his lips.

His intuition told him that the boyfriend Ansa mentioned was by no means a figment of her imagination. He must be real and most likely related to the person behind the scenes.

"Can you tell me what he looks like?"

Ansha tilted her head, "Didn't I tell you that he is very beautiful? As beautiful as a rose, and as beautiful as the moonlight."

Fu Hanlin's heart moved slightly, and he hit the nail on the head, "Have you seen his face?"

Sure enough, after listening to his question, Ansha was stunned, and then she smiled mysteriously, "He asked me to close my eyes every time. One time, I didn't listen to him and saw his face through the gauze curtain. .”

As she said that, she pointed to her picture album and said, "That's it."

No wonder her profile was so blurry. It turned out that she had never seen a man's face clearly.

Fu Hanlin looked deeply at Ansha who continued to draw. He knew that there was a high probability that he would not be able to tell anything. It was not that Ansha did not tell her, but that the other party deliberately concealed her.

It was because Ansa had not seen the man's face exactly and could not bring out the roses she was talking about that the medical staff mistakenly thought that what she said was her imagination.

But he recalled what Ansa said just now. She said that the man was as beautiful as moonlight. This may not be an adjective, but...

"When did he come to see you?" he asked Ansha.

"At night, after I fall asleep, he comes in quietly through the window. I like his romance, much like Romeo." She said with a sweet smile.

Sure enough it was night.

He came in before and after asking at the front desk, he learned that non-patients and family members were not allowed to enter this hospital, and he had to go through several procedures before he could see Ansa.

Ansha said that she dated the man for 90 days and met several times, and they met at night, which meant that he was either a patient or a family member.

In the evening, unless there are special circumstances, the hospital refuses to visit, so Ansa's "boyfriend" is most likely a patient in the hospital.

Also a mental patient.

This hospital is very famous. It is not surprising that Chinese people are recovering here.

Fu Hanlin remained calm. He looked at Ansha's paintings thoughtfully and said, "Your paintings are very beautiful. Do you mind if I take a photo?"

Although he didn't know what this painting meant to him, Ansha did not refuse, "I don't mind, sir."

"Okay Ansa, thank you, I'll come see you later." After taking the photo, he stood up.

Ansha smiled and said goodbye to him.

Fu Hanlin returned to the car. He rarely smoked, but today his heart seemed to be covered with a layer of haze. He took out his cigarette case, took out a cigarette and lit it. The white mist could not block the darkness in his eyes.

Although he has been identified as Chinese, and he can narrow down the scope from a population of more than one billion to Fu Yan, Huo Mingzheng, and even him, finding such a person is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Being familiar with the nursery rhymes of Jincheng means that the person is most likely from Jincheng, or is familiar with Jincheng, such as him.

But the scope of Jincheng is too large. Jincheng itself is about the same size as Nancheng, not to mention there are more than a dozen prefecture-level and county-level cities, including various county towns.

The most direct purpose of this person is to pay for the child in Yan's belly.

Do you care about Fu Yan?

Do you really care about Fu Yan if you use poison to harm Fu Yan's body?

After smoking a cigarette, Fu Hanlin took out his mobile phone and dialed a number. After a while, the call was connected.

"I'm in Lyon. Is there any way you can get the surveillance and patient information of Lovevos Mental Hospital?"

Lyon is no more convenient than in Nancheng. He doesn't have many connections here. Foreign countries are very strict about privacy. It's not easy to get patient information. He can only ask friends for help.

The person on the other end of the phone asked in surprise: "Why did you go there?"

Fu Hanlin did not reveal too many details, "I came here to do something. Can I get it?"

The man pondered for a few seconds, "It's almost impossible. I don't know how much you know about the Romont family."

"Know something." Fu Hanlin pursed his lips.

The friend's voice came from the other end of the phone, and his tone was a bit cryptic, "The capital behind the hospital you mentioned is the Lomont family. Unless you directly find people from the Lomont family, I won't be able to get it even with all my abilities." arrive."