My Dear Miss Medical Examiner

"Please sit down, Comrade Police, the house is a bit messy. I haven't had time to clean up these days..." The man opened the door for them, and while leading people into the house, he picked up the sofa cushions scattered on the floor, his expression a little bit different. It's embarrassing.

Sun Xiangming's youngest daughter, Sun Ya, was sitting by the window quietly playing with colored clay. When someone came, she just glanced at them, then buried her head and pulled the colored clay into pieces.

The Sun family is not big, the house with two bedrooms and one living room has a very good layout. The north-south is transparent, and a few pieces of furniture are simply placed. The entrance without partition is the living room. The clothes are thrown everywhere, and the lunch after eating is just on the table on.

The flowers inserted in the hallway had withered, and exuded a decadent and wilting aura like this home.

"What to drink?" He opened the refrigerator and found it was empty, then went to the kitchen to prepare to boil water.

Fang Xin hurriedly stopped him: "No, no trouble, we just come to see and understand the situation and leave."

"Oh, this is our bedroom, and over there is my wife's study..." Sun Xiangming opened the bedroom door, and the room without a hostess was in the same mess as the living room. There was a small bed beside the big bed. It should be the child sleeping. In places, the clothes in the dirty clothes basket overflowed to the ground.

Sun Xiangming smiled bitterly, and his eyes reddened again: "I made you laugh. She usually does these things. Now I have to work and take care of the children. It's really a bit..."

Fang Xin and the two police officers took a glance and found nothing suspicious. Especially when he mentioned Ding Xue, he was not overly sad but could detect sincerity in his body language, eyes, and micro expressions.

The criminal investigators were all human beings. After a glance, they knew what they were doing, then they retreated and walked to the study to the side.

The computer is still on, and there are a lot of books on the shelf next to it, both about finance and education.

Fang Xin pulled out a copy of "Educational Psychology" from the shelf, brushed the dust gently, and put it back after roughly turning a few pages.

Zheng Chengrui's eyes fell on the computer: "This, can we check it?"

"Yes, please." Sun Xiangming walked over and entered the password, beckoning them to use it casually.

Zheng Chengrui opened the notebook he carried and began to play tricks: "Who is using this computer?"

"I and my wife can use it. I often come back to work overtime after work. She sometimes prepares lessons or something."

The computer desktop is a photo of a family of three. The girls are surrounded by their parents, smiling with a rice spoon in their hands.

Fang Xin stared at it for a while, feeling that the world is impermanent, and in a blink of an eye a happy family of three fell apart.

At this moment, she suddenly felt that some eyes were falling on her, and she turned her head abruptly. The little girl stood in the shadow of the doorway, crying, and rushed to hug Sun Xiangming's leg.

"Dad, mom...I want mom..." Sun Xiangming got up at a loss, pulling a tissue to wipe her tears, and holding people up and coaxing them in his arms. Maybe his Hu Cha hurt the little girl, but she cried more loudly, yelling "I want my mother" and "I want a mother" in her mouth.

"Sorry, I lost my company." There were so many people in the room that the man had to take the child out and sit on the sofa patiently coaxing him.

Fang Xin looked through the crack of the door, and saw that he handed the toy in his hand to Sun Ya, and when he faced his daughter, he had a rare strong smile on his face.

I lost my mother when I was young and my wife was lost in the middle.

"How is their husband and wife relationship?" Another team of criminal investigators came to Sun Xiangming's mother-in-law's home to learn about the situation.

The old man's house was deserted and there was only one person. Two portraits were placed on the altar, one of the deceased husband and the other of the deceased Ding Xue.

Having said that, she began to wipe her tears: "The blame is on me... I shouldn't have married Xiaoxue to him..."

The criminal investigator glanced at each other and looked a little serious: "Please tell us in detail, don't add any oil and jealousy, just state the facts you see."

The old man choked for a while before he reluctantly said: "I don't live with them. I don't know exactly how I get along with them. However, when I walk around during the holidays, it's good for me to watch two people, occasionally. Will quarrel..."

"Fighting? They"

The old man thought carefully: "That's not true. Give that turtle grandson a hundred courage and dare not touch my daughter a finger."

After she said that, she was filled with indignation again.

"What do you say?"

"It was my daughter who Sun Xiangming took the initiative to pursue..." The old man sighed at this point, his eyes blushing when he looked at the portrait on the table.

"After chasing for a long time, one or two years, my daughter only agreed. He is a small clerk, his family is in the countryside, and his parents do not have a pension. The family situation is not very good. When we got married, they didn't ask for their family gift. , And even lost a large amount of dowry, just to make him treat my daughter better."

"After all, my husband went early, and I am just such a daughter."

After the old man said this, he began to cry again, and as soon as he grasped the hand of the criminal investigator, he planned to kneel for them.

"Please, you must catch the murderer and give my daughter justice."

"Are you looking for the principal? She is not here now. She is going to substitute the class. You have to wait a while." The staff put down two glasses of boiled water in front of them and went to work on their own.

Lin Yan raised his brows: "The officials have become the principals, do you still need to substitute?"

"Of course, our Jiangcheng No. 1 Middle School is a key high school. From top to bottom, you must pass the level. Even if you are the principal, you have to spare time to attend classes after administrative work, not to mention that the college entrance examination is about to come out again. It’s a matter of course, I won’t be able to recruit good teachers for a while..."

Speaking of this, the staff member was a little sad. After the college entrance examination, there was enrollment in the fall. The recent news about the storm in the city will also affect it somewhat.

After they left, Lin Fei took a sip of the boiled water, feeling the strange smell of a plastic cup, put it down again, and stabbed Song Yuhang in the arm.

"Hey, what do you think"

"The case is not discussed outside the Public Security Bureau"

Song Yuhang blankly flipped through the books and magazines on the table.

"...Will you die every time you say a few more words to me?"

"Yes" she turned a page of the school magazine: "I'm afraid you will be **** off by me"

Lin Fan picked up the water glass on the table and planned to pour it over, and the door was gently pushed open.

The woman walked in with the courseware in her arms. She was about forty years old, still in good shape, with a faint smile on the corners of her lips, she was slightly taken aback when she saw someone in the office.

It was the teacher Li that Lin Wei had just seen in the corridor.

The staff quickly picked up: "These two policemen from the Jiangcheng Public Security Bureau came to understand the case."

The woman came back to her senses and took the initiative to step forward and shake hands: "Hello, Li Shiping, vice principal of Jiangcheng No.1 Middle School"

Song Yuhang looked at the hand that proactively reached in front of him and shook it with a smile: "Deputy Captain of the Criminal Investigation Detachment of the Municipal Bureau, Song Yuhang"

"Hello, Team Song, who is this?"

Her gaze came over, because of the relationship between teaching and educating people all the year round, the temperament of a woman is unspeakably gentle and refined.

"Forensic doctor, Lin Wei, but just shake hands. Touching the corpse all the time is more unlucky."

After Lin Yandala finished speaking, Li Shiping's face became stiff, but he still kept smiling and asked them to sit down.

Song Yuhang understood the situation over there, asking questions and asking what was going on, she stood up and looked around when she heard it impatiently.

The office is small, with wooden tables and chairs, and leather sofas. She touched the tabletop and tapped it lightly. It was made of mahogany.

There are a few books on the shelf next to them, most of which are educational books, and a few of the original English works look very advanced.

She took out a school magazine with her, turned it over, and Li Shiping looked over it, she quickly stuffed it back, and then touched the globe on the other's desk, dialing it.

She seemed to be attracted by her attention, and she was never tired of it. Unexpectedly, a sphere swung out too hard and landed at Song Yuhang's feet.

"..." Police Officer Song, who had always been steady, tightened his throat.

Maybe she really shouldn't have brought Lin Fan out.

"Sorry, sorry, you continue." She haha ​​walked over to pick it up, set the sphere on the base of the globe, and raised her eyes just to face an old photo in the window.

It was a group photo of faculty and staff. The deceased Ding Xue stood in the upper right corner, smiling at them.

"This is the last time I saw her..." After she finished speaking, she paused and closed her eyes slightly, as if she couldn't bear it.

"How well..."

Song Yuhang closed the transcript: "Thank you for your cooperation. Please cooperate with us in the follow-up investigation if necessary. We also want to visit the principal of your school. May I ask—"

Li Shiping took a sip of his tea: "Sorry, President Ge is not in Jiangcheng right now. I went to the provincial capital for a business trip last Friday. I will contact you as soon as he comes back."

Song Yuhang got up: "Okay, then don't bother"

Li Shiping also got up to see off the guests: "It doesn't matter. It is our duty to cooperate with the police. I also hope that the police can catch the murderer as soon as possible and give my colleagues justice."

Lin Fan took the lead to go out, but was stopped again.

She stopped, put her hands in her pockets and looked at her: "What's the matter?"

Li Shiping hesitated again and again, still saying: "After all, a colleague, she is still a talent I recruited personally, I want to know—"

"Want to know whether her death was painful, right?" Lin Fan changed his posture and stood with arms folded, with a slightly malicious smile on his face.

Song Yuhang has no time to stop—

"Well, drowning should be the most uncomfortable among the strange methods of death. It would be okay if it was a deadly knife, but if you want to live, feel the suffocation that oxygen is stripped from your lungs every minute and every second. You will struggle and you will suffer. You will scream, but the more water you fill with one mouth, your hands and feet will gradually lose strength, you will sink and finally you will not be able to float again. When you float up, it will be a few days later, your whole body There are corpse spots, the skin on your body will fall off, the microorganisms in the water will eat your face, you will become unrecognizable, and your mouth, nose and eyes will be full of maggots that multiply in clusters—"

The more he spoke, the more ridiculous, Song Yuhang suddenly raised his voice: "Lin Wei!"

Li Shiping held the door frame pale.

Lin Fan spread his hands and blinked innocently, "She asked me to say it. Am I wrong? Song, police, officer"

She deliberately bit the last few words, which is clearly provocative.

Song Yuhang was very angry with her: "You—"

Li Shiping calmed down and smiled reluctantly: "It's okay, it's up to you to solve the case. Solving the case early is also good for our reputation in Jiangcheng No. 1 Middle School. If you need help, please don't hesitate to speak."

Song Yuhang nodded, for fear that she would say something madly and rude again, pulling her clothes and dragging people away.

Walking to the open space, Lin Fan shook her hand away: "What are you doing?! Let go!"

She grasped it tightly, Lin Fan was caught off guard, and the button on her neckline fell apart, and both of them were panting.

Especially Lin Fan, his skin turned pale and the corners of his eyes turned red when he was slightly excited, staring at her.

Like a beast not to be outdone.

"Who do you think you are? What do I say and do you care about?"

Song Yuhang had already lost most of his anger. Hearing her mentioning this, his heart became angry: "Do you know that the few words you just revealed have revealed the details of the case?! Under any circumstances, our police should be in the investigation stage. The case in China is strictly confidential!"

"What the police?! What yours! You are you! I am me! Little the **** mix me with your gang of wine sacs and rice bags!"

"Are you worthy? You're not worthy!" After she finished speaking, she slashed to the ground twice, and pulled back the collar that had just been torn off by Song Yuhang.

The small half of the round and delicate shoulder finally disappeared from sight.

When it comes to shrews cursing the street, the ten Song Yuhangs are not her opponents. Lin Nian watched with satisfaction as her face was blue and white, her throat rolled up and down, her hands clenched into fists.

When she thought of Song Yuhang's dismissal on the day when she first arrived at the Municipal Bureau, a mocking smile appeared on the corners of her lips.

She always seemed to have this expression, disdainful, sarcasm, indifferent, and cynical.

Anyway, it was never funny.

Lin Yan took a step forward. She didn't wear high heels when she went out to work today. Song Yuhang raised her head a little bit higher than her. He reached out and pulled off her collar, gritted his teeth and looked straight into those pale brown eyes.

"Also, don't **** drag me anymore, otherwise, don't think you are a woman and I won't sue you for sexual harassment"

The chief of the criminal investigation team was warned by the collar that she should be angry, she should be irritated, and she should be punched.

But Song Yuhang's fist was squeezed and loosened, loosened and held, and her breathing became a little unstable because of the rapid adjustment.

She stared into her eyes, there was her reflection in it, and she finally remembered what she was thinking.

When she accidentally opened her clothes, there was a strange-shaped tattoo on her shoulder, which looked like some kind of ancient text, and it looked like an unknown ancient totem.

With her absent-minded effort, Lin Fan had let her go, stepped back, and his tone became cold: "From now on, you check yours, I check mine, I want you not to forget, in terms of position, you I'm a level class. The thing I hate most in my life, Lin Tien, is that people point fingers at me."

She still has one sentence left to say: Whoever stands in my way, I will die.

For some reason, she faintly hoped that there wouldn't be a day to say this to her.

After Lin Yan left, Song Yuhang spread his palms, and a small beige button was pinched with sweat.

She wanted to throw it away, but maybe because of her professional habit, the smaller the things, the better.

She still wrapped it up in toilet paper and put it in her pocket.