Mr. Feng's sickly daily life

Chapter 4 Modern Song Ci
There is a bright pink car parked in the underground parking lot. It is Jiang Yimian's "mount".

Knowing that she prefers pink, Jiang Lan specially prepared it for her.

Putting the on-site investigation box on the co-pilot, Jiang Yimian glanced at the location on the map and turned on the navigation.

Since she had an accident here three years ago, she hadn't set foot here again, and she was still somewhat unfamiliar.

The car was driving smoothly on the road, and the lights from the two-way traffic flow almost connected into two beams. The bodies of the vehicles along the way were illuminated by yellow and green lights, which was very beautiful.

The crime scene was in the suburbs, Jiang Yimian felt more desolate as he drove past.

From time to time, a window with yellow light appeared all around, looking lonely and lonely, like the last orange hanging on a tree.

After about forty minutes' drive, Jiang Yimian parked the car at the foot of a mountain, and saw police cars and the windward cordon from a distance.

She got out of the car with the suitcase and walked onto a winding mountain tree-lined road. The leaves of the trees were "rustled" by the evening wind, which finally made people feel a bit of coolness at night.

Wisps of mist are chasing the stars in the low sky, and a few stubborn wild flowers on the slope stand upright like naughty children who refuse to sleep, shaking their heads in the wind, which adds a bit of fun and reduces the horror. gloomy.

Approaching the scene of the crime, Jiang Yimian saw a little policewoman throwing up while holding onto a tree trunk. Under the moonlight, her face was terribly pale.

She thought, the other party should have just graduated not long ago.

Corpses always give people a shocking feeling, in every sense.

"Xiao Mian, this way!" Among the group of foreigners, an oriental face stood out.

Round head, round face, round belly, round eyes.

The man was about fifty, fat and white, with layers of chins peacefully piled on his collar.

Liang Qiu wore a forearm brace on one hand, and waved at Jiang Yimian with the other uninjured hand.

"Master, be careful." Jiang Yimian kindly reminded, "If your arm is also injured, you can only drink with a straw."

"..."

The smile on Liang Qiu's face froze, and he scolded this dead girl in his heart for deceiving his master and destroying his ancestors.

"Let me introduce you, this is Dr. Colby."

The man in front of him was tall, thin and thin, with a mask on his face, covering most of his face. Only the tall nose bridge, deep eye sockets and a pair of pale gold eyes unique to Westerners could be seen.There was a silence in the whole person, it was a kind of silence that did not belong to a living person, it was so quiet that it made people feel chills down the spine.

It seems that he can watch the lion tearing people to pieces indifferently, or watch the dying man wailing without being moved.

His eyes are deep, bottomless, like the eyes of a sleepwalker who has taken sleeping pills.

These eyes remind one of a well, you can throw a stone into it, stand by and wait for the sound, and just as you are about to give up and turn away, there is a faint splashing sound from the bottom of the well, the sound is so small And so far away, you can hardly believe that there is such a deep well in the world.

His eyes are so deep.

Looking at him, Jiang Yimian inexplicably thought of "Dexter Morgan" in "Bloodthirsty Forensic".

The thought hit her out of the blue, out of nowhere, like a brick falling on her head.

Her brain hole opened up to the sky, but she greeted the other party calmly, her smile was still sweet, "Hello."

Her gaze slipped unnoticed and fell on Colby's gloved hand.

The fingers are slender and beautifully shaped.

She guessed that his hands should also be pretty.

Colby didn't respond too much, just nodded lightly and went to the autopsy. Jiang Yimian put on a mask and followed, but was pulled to the side by Liang Qiu and whispered, "Learn from others, this is the Los Angeles Police Department. The treasure of the town bureau hired by the bureau, you have been following him for the past few days."

"Are you so godlike?" Jiang Yimian was curious, "Aren't you also called Modern Song Ci?"

"Oh...you are young and have something to do..."

At the age of 33, the number of autopsies exceeded 3000, and he was only about 2000 at the age of the opponent.

Looking at Jiang Yimian beside him from the corner of the eye, Liang Qiu felt relieved.

According to the extent of this girl's abnormality, she has a successor...

Jiang Yimian didn't know that he had been labeled as a "pervert", so he concentrated on the autopsy work, with clear eyes and no fear.

The deceased was a woman in her 30s, with multiple stab wounds on her abdomen, and her face was also scratched by a sharp weapon. The scars criss-crossed and she died in a miserable state.

Jiang Yimian closed her eyes, the dimples on her cheeks hadn't appeared for a long time.

From the moment she decided to become a forensic doctor, she knew she was going to face death of all kinds.

But even though she was well prepared, every time she heard someone died, her heart still couldn't help but feel turbulent.

When she was young, she didn't understand how heavy death is, but now, she thinks that death is nothingness.Same as the state before I was born, other people and things in the world are still there, only myself is gone, this state is death and nothingness.

Eternal beauty is radiant, but ruthless; the beauty of life is ever-changing, but ends in ashes.

Maybe……

There are always some lives that are destined to be shaken off by the world, just like the feathers of white-fronted geese left in the camp every day.

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After the autopsy, the possibility of suicide was ruled out, and the body was transported back to the police station for autopsy.

Jiang Yimian originally came here to learn and communicate, and she didn't need to do an autopsy, but after they returned to the police station, the police received a report, and Colby went to the scene of the crime, so the corpse here could only be handed over to She and Liang Qiu are in charge.

Unfortunately, two days before going abroad, Liang Qiu drank too much and yelled at his wife, and was beaten into a "serious injury", so this glorious and difficult task fell to Jiang Yimian.

From the autopsy to the autopsy, it took several hours, Jiang Yimian was hungry and tired, and he could barely stand at the end.

On the way home, she found that the urban area was not as foggy as the suburbs, and the stars in the sky were not as bright as the fake metal stars inlaid on black velvet.

As I dragged my tired body into the elevator, the "rubbing" sound of the soles rubbing against the ground was especially clear at night.

She looked down at the dial of her watch, the slightly glowing hands showed that it was almost midnight.

Covering her lips and yawning, she walked out of the elevator. Before she could put her hand down, she accidentally bumped into Feng Beiting in the corridor.

He stood at the door of his house, with his back against the wall, the light in the corridor fell from above his head, covering him with a layer of soft light, and the contours of his face became softer.

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　　ps: Because I was afraid of being banned, I changed the introduction a bit, and lost a little soul O(∩_∩)O haha~ I will post the missing part for you to have fun~
　　【Abducted for the first time】Jiang Yimian was so terrified that his fingertips were trembling. The man beside the bed was smoking a cigarette slowly, with a relaxed and relaxed posture. He smiled, "Mianmian, long time no see."

　　[Abducted for the second time] She was grabbed by the wrist by him, her voice was full of anger, and the storm was about to come, "You'd better hide your love for him, don't let me find out!"

　　[Abducted for the third time] The man was completely drunk, but he staggered towards the bathroom, muttering in a low voice, "My Mianmian doesn't like the smell of alcohol, so I'm going to wash for nothing..."

　　[Kidnapped for the nth time] Jiang Yimian looked at the ring on the stem of the white rose, proudly raised her smiling face, her eyes were as shrewd as a little fox, "Feng Beiting, kneel down."

　　
　
(End of this chapter)