Rebirth of the open female forensic doctor

Chapter 830

"Ah..." Before she could figure out what was going on, Hong Yi suddenly let out a scream, and he writhed like a silkworm wrapped in a white cloth.

Li Lanke lost her soul and didn't respond, but her spirit body was already twisted into a twisted shape.

Ye Fan's expression was dignified, with both hands outstretched, with a talisman in each of his left and right hands, stepping on his feet, the fingers holding the talisman made a mysterious gesture in front of him, and shot away with a low shout.

Boom!

Before the two talismans touched Hong Yi and Li Lanke, they were turned into ashes with a bang at the same time.

This is the first time since Ye Fan practiced that the talisman, which has always been invincible, has no effect.

Even Black Mist, the Nine-Winged Snake, was afraid of her talisman, which was only a primary talisman, but now she uses all intermediate talismans, and it doesn't work like that?

"Hehe..." Hong Yi poked his neck and let out two strange tones. The white cloth on his body seemed to be dissipated by invisible energy, and disappeared instantly. Without the restraint of the white cloth, he also twisted like Li Lanke.

"Hiss... so much resentment."

Seeing the thick black resentment coming out of their spiritual bodies, Ye Fan took a breath. This resentment enveloped their whole bodies. Hong Yi and Li Lanke in front of them turned into a black mass.

Without thinking deeply about how there was such a strong resentment, Ye Fan raised his right hand, raised it to his mouth and bit it, the extremely cold and yin qi in his body circulated, and the blood that flowed from his fingers was radiating cold.

I saw her with a serious expression, stepping lightly on her feet, flying up in the air, forming a mudra with her left hand, and quickly drawing with two fingers of her right hand in the void, her thin lips stained with blood were lightly parted, and she was chanting words.

Her speed was very fast, and when her feet landed on the ground, a mysterious blood talisman above the void emitted a purple-gold light, the temperature in the entire dissecting room plummeted, and a thin layer of crust formed on the surface of Hong Yi's corpse on the dissecting table. ice layer.

The handprint of Ye Fan's left hand changed and he raised the temple, and the fingers of his right hand pressed together to force another drop of blood into the blood talisman.

"Go." With a low shout, the blood talisman exploded with a buzz, shot towards Hong Yi, incorporated it into the blood talisman, and flew back to Ye Fan with a buzz.

She stretched out her hand to catch it, and the blood talisman turned into the size of a thumb, glistening with blood-red light, and the black resentment was rolling in the blood-red, which was being melted bit by bit, and Hong Yi's spirit body could be seen faintly.

After collecting the blood talisman into the soul domain, Ye Fan followed the same pattern to collect Li Lanke into the soul domain.

"Hmm." After drawing two intermediate and high-level talismans with blood essence one after another, Ye Fan's body was filled with qi and blood, a mouthful of blood spilled out of the corner of his mouth, and his face instantly became bloodless.

Wiping off the blood at the corner of his mouth, Ye Fan raised his eyes, his dark pupils were as dark as water, clasped his hands in front of his chest, regardless of the instability of Qi and blood in his body, and circulated his vitality, with the gesture made by his hands, a ray of spells was shot out.

In the empty space in front of her, two faint smog-like jets of black resentment suddenly floated towards the dissecting room.

Ye Fan's face was condensed, and he threw out a talisman to remove the yin and resentment in the anatomy room, and then sprinted to chase him out. While running to the anatomy room, he took off his white coat, and at the same time took out his mobile phone and sent Xia Dong a message. A WeChat voice message.

After leaving the dissection room, Ye Fan's figure turned into an afterimage. The police officers who were busy walking back and forth saw something flashing in front of them. When they fixed their eyes, there was nothing. They thought it was because they were too busy. In the middle of the night, sleepy and dizzy.

The sky was turning white, and the gate of the police station was still overcrowded. Those reporters were still guarding outside, especially Yu Ji, who was always on the spot, looking energetic and staring at the gate of the police station. The uncle is approaching and getting information.

The iron gate of the police station is closed, and they cannot get in, but after dawn, the police station will go to work normally, and it will be really chaotic.

Reporters from various media were also waiting for the dawn. After confirming that they could not overcome the doorman, Mr. Zhang, who was like a sweeping monk and an old god, the reporters took a break for a while and found a place to squat. Everyone was familiar with them, so they started chatting , the conversation was naturally about the murder of Hong Yi, a bigwig in the entertainment industry.

Although no real shot was taken, the news should not be wrong in such a big police battle.

But they forgot that the reason why the police put up such a big battle was not because of them. Of course, the news was not wrong.

Several mainstream media occupied the best positions, squatting by the gate, smoking and chattering, when suddenly a figure passed by their eyes, they were so startled that they squatted on the ground behind their buttocks, and were still covered by the cigarettes in their hands. It's hot.

"Just now, did you see it? Did someone run out of the police station?" The reporter who was burned by the cigarette frantically shook off the cigarette in his hand, asked the other people next to him uncertainly, and turned his head to look at The big iron gate is still locked.

I don't know if it was his illusion, but under the dim light, the big iron gate seemed to shake.

"Okay, it seems that someone has flashed by." The other reporters squatting with him said uncertainly, their eyes looked at the locked iron gate, and apart from them, the empty street was empty, only the cold The cold wind blows the flowers and trees along the road.

Several people looked at each other, and then shuddered together.

Ye Fan walked out of the gate of the police station, and stuck a fake talisman on her body when no one was looking for it. At this time, the two strands of resentment had disappeared. She raised her right hand, and the bitten wound on her index finger was gone. There was no more blood left, but the moment she lifted it up, another drop of blood was squeezed out, and it flew forward as if being drawn.

Under the dim light, her already pale face turned even paler.

Looking for this drop of blood, Ye Fan disappeared from the spot as soon as he moved.

Xia Dong had just finished the in vivo evidence collection for Sheng Hao's manager, when the phone in his pocket rang, and he would not look at his phone when he was working. Glanced.

Just about to look away, he caught a glimpse of the sender of the WeChat message on the phone interface, raised his eyebrows in surprise, immediately unlocked the phone, and clicked on the voice message.

Ye Fan: "Senior Xia, I have something urgent to go out, please come to the autopsy room and bring Hong Yi's body back to the freezer."

Hearing Ye Fan's voice, Xia Dong's face became more astonished. Isn't this something she would do?

Moreover, this voice was sent 10 minutes ago. It has been more than 40 minutes since he and Hua Ming left the dissection room. In more than 20 minutes, with Ye Fan's swiftness, it is impossible not to deal with the aftermath. Work.

(End of this chapter)