My Dear Miss Medical Examiner

"How? Absolutely, I only want this price—" The boy wearing a gold chain stretched out **** and shook it.

The person opposite was dyed with yellow hair, exploded, standing with a cigarette in his mouth, with an old Canon camera hanging around his neck, seeing his gesture spit out the smoke ring, turned around and left without saying a word.

"Don't, don't tell me, take a look first!" The boy was anxious, and ran after him and put the photo in her arms.

"It's definitely worth the price, or else... I'll give you a discount... You can write some papers for me..."

With a cigarette in her hand, she looked at him with a smile, "All right, one thousand yuan can't be more, give me the paper"

Taking advantage of the effort of the boys looking down and flipping through their schoolbags, the woman turned the photo over, and it was a sneak shot. The pixels were not very clear, but well, the more blurred the social news, the better, and the blur can attract people's imagination.

The woman in the photo is Ding Xue, and the one lying on her is another man who is not named.

However, I am a bit familiar, just can't remember who it is, it's her husband anyway.

"This is..." She deliberately threw the photo in disgust.

The boy handed over the test paper: "Extramarital affair! This is our principal. What a breaking news. I even thought about the news headline. It was called-a well-known beautiful teacher in Jiangcheng No. 1 Middle School who cheated her superiors and was killed because of love!"

As he was talking triumphantly, the woman stuffed the photo into her bag, and Zhuangruo accidentally pointed behind him: "Hey, who do you think is that? Is it your teacher?"

The boy turned his head subconsciously, and the woman ran away.

"No-fuck me! Damn it!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly recovered. The woman ran to the bus stop in front of the school. The bus just arrived. She squeezed into the crowd and got on the bus. She rushed to him when the door was about to close. Waved.

The man was so angry that he had a lot of smoke, and he spit on the ground fiercely: "Damn, don't let me see you in the future!"

Lin Fan put down the newspaper in his hand, walked out of the newsstand, raised his hand and called a taxi: "Catch up with the bus ahead."

After the vice-principal, Song Yuhang visited several other teachers one after another, either "I'm sorry I don't know" or "I am not familiar with Teacher Ding" and so on.

When asked if there was any conflict between the deceased and others, almost everyone had the same answer.

"No, Mrs. Ding is a very good person, but she and a student are very close. You know, it's a taboo at school..."

That kind of hesitant expression makes people heart-stricken.

Song Yuhang closed his book and decided to meet this student named Weekend for a while.

"Hello? Editor-in-chief, eh...you say..." The woman nodded and bowed as she walked: "Me? I'm outside to gather the wind."

"What the **** can you pick? A good manuscript can't write an article! It's all trivial things! We want to be popular! Popular, understand?! To be popular! This month's sales can't go up, you Fuck me up!"

A middle-aged man's roar came in his ears, and Ning Que took the phone a little further away, still looking like a hippie smiling face.

"Yes, yes, I know, don’t worry, this time it’s definitely a big selling point. I just got a lot of information about the female teacher who died in Jiangcheng No. 1 Middle School—"

Before she finished her words, the way forward was blocked, and a shadow was cast on the sidewalk tiles.

She slowly raised her head, and the woman stood with arms folded, looking at her with a smile, her face was very pleasing, but her expression was a bit ill-intentioned.

Ning Que's secret way is not good, is it a peer?

When she was about to go around, she took a step Lin Fan took a step, she went left Lin Fan also walked left, she went right Lin Fan also followed her right.

Ning Que cleared his throat and put on a flattering smile: "This is... looking for me?"

Lin Fan stopped, and pointed to the bag on her back: "Give me the picture."

The woman clenched the straps of the backpack tightly: "Along with you? Then you should know the rules, and exclusive reports are impossible—"

Lin Fan took out a few red tickets from his wallet and threw them away: "Money is the rule, get out with the money, and leave the photos for me."

Ning Que’s thoughts were endless, and the pile of money was quite large, but it could not compare to the stability of the long-term meal ticket of work. If the sales of real magazines do not go up this time, she will be the first to be opened. The job that was finally found in Jiangcheng must not be expelled so easily.

"Okay, okay" Ning Que said, touched his bag, and slowly took it out.

Lin Tien became a little impatient: "Hurry up."

Before she finished her words, a thick pile of manuscript paper flew toward her, spreading out to block her vision, and Ning Que ran away.

Seeing that she was about to repeat her old tricks again and jumped onto the motorcycle soliciting customers on the side of the road, Lin Yan chased her in two steps, a flying kick towards her back, Ning Que rolled off the road, and the pedestrians scattered like birds and animals.

She dragged her collar back and slapped her face with the money, with a cool tone: "Toast, not to eat or drink fine wine."

She saw that she was weak and weak, Ning Que struggled a few times, she just sat on her back, Ning Que almost was not crushed to death, rolling her eyes to the sky, almost foaming at the mouth.

Lin Wei stuck her head with one hand to prevent her from moving, and pulled the backpack from her arm with the other hand, opened it and flipped through it. There was a camera recorder or something, and a photo was stuffed in the innermost compartment. She took it out and put it in her pocket.

Ning Que still wanted to struggle, and she grabbed her hair and lifted it up: "Playing a gangster with my old lady, you are still a little tender, do you know who I am? I am the ancestor of the gangster!"

"Let you off this time, get out!"

After she finished speaking, she let go of the people and stood up. From a distance, a patrol policeman ran over with an electric baton: "What are you doing?!"

Lin Yan took two steps back: "No...what's up?"

After talking, he ran, slipping faster than a rabbit.

Ning Que then stood up with the help of the police: "Is it okay? Did you lose something? Send me a transcript. We will definitely help you get it back."

Lin Fan's kick was really not light, and it shook her back numb. Ning Que brushed away the policeman's hand and limped to pick up the scattered objects and papers on the ground.

"It's okay, no more"

She looked at the direction Lin Yan was leaving and crumpled the manuscript paper hard.

"Hello, is anyone here?" Song Yuhang knocked on the door twice, and no one responded. She stepped back and looked at the whole building.

This is the west area of ​​Jiangcheng City, and it is far from the east area by a river.

It is said that the building is just a three-story bungalow. The clothes of adults and children are hung outside, and the sky is divided by electric wires and spider webs.

The alleys are so cramped that they can only be used by electric cars. Not far from her feet is a sewage ditch, which smells like the sky.

The home for the weekend is here. The shantytowns under the bungalows, made of iron sheets, are scorching hot in the sun, and there is a pot of dying sunflowers at the door.

Song Yuhang turned and looked through the rusty window. The curtains in the room were dark.

Her gaze fell on the iron lock hanging at the door, and she took out a wire from the bag.

"Throw everything away, right?" The colorful lights in the KTV flickered, and his face was also green and white.

The boy buried his head and gave a low "um".

"Good job, so, I know you are short of money, you can use the money, and then tell me if you don't have enough money."

There was a stack of RMB on the table, a lot of them.

The boy still keeps his head unmoved.

So the speaker gave him a push: "I said you are stupid, you really want to tell—"

He shut his mouth abruptly, swallowed, and changed his statement: "The college entrance examination is less than a month away. Think about it clearly. You have been studying for so many years, and after all the hard work, you will be able to survive. Just give up like this?"

"Don't you just want to be like this for the rest of your life, be a waste and be a poor man?"

The boy's throat moved, his voice hoarse: "That's too—"

"You are different from people like us. As for me, it doesn't matter if you don’t enter a university. If you don’t get a college entrance exam, you’ll have a diploma. In your pigpen?"

"Xiao Zhou, do you know why people want to learn? What do you say is to build a heart for the heavens and the earth, for the life of the people, for the sacred learning, and for the peace for all ages-in fact, it is all imaginary. It is good to have such an idea. It doesn't matter"

"Because most of us have exhausted all our energy just by living, so we study hard just to live better, to change our lives, to buy what we want, and to pursue the people we like. "

"Success is not only the way to study, but reading is indeed a shortcut to success. It does not require you to pay for it. It only requires you to work hard and work hard. Xiao Zhou, the teacher does not want you to drop out of school. You have to work hard. "

The words are still in my ears, but the old man has been sleeping underground forever.

The boy hugged his head with his hands, and let out a fragile cry from his throat.

The music in the box was loud, and no one stopped him from making such a catharsis. After a long while, the music stopped. The boy slowly raised his head, his eyes fell on the RMB in front of him, his throat moved, and he reached for it. come.

At noon, the teams returned to the team and opened a brief case analysis.

First, Zheng Chengrui: "I checked the computer used by the deceased Ding Xue during his lifetime, and there was nothing unusual, but when I checked the common communication tools, I found traces of the chat history being deleted."

Song Yuhang propped his chin and leaned on the chair: "With whom? When can I recover?"

A photo was enlarged on the screen. The man was wearing gold glasses, a suit and leather shoes, and was slightly fatter.

"The current principal of Jiangcheng No. 1 Middle School, Ge Jun"

Song Yuhang knew clearly: "This Ge Jun went to the provincial capital on a business trip on the day of the crime last Friday. There is a certain suspicion of committing the crime. Send someone to contact the provincial government, please come back for tea and chat."

Zhang Jinhai paused while holding a teacup: "I'm afraid it's wrong. After all, he is the principal of the city's key middle school and a representative of the People's Congress. I will wait until the chat history is restored and there is conclusive evidence."

Everyone looked at Song Yuhang, but she didn't say anything. Turning the pen in her hand, her expression was faint.

"What's the gain from the second group?"

An investigator stood up with a notebook: "We visited the largest second-hand goods markets in the city, but we did not find a mobile phone of the same model as the deceased Ding Xue. This mobile phone is just on the market and the price is not cheap. It should be a while. It’s not easy to shoot."

Another investigator continued: "In addition, we also went to the deceased Ding Xue's mother's house and learned that the marriage relationship between the deceased Ding Xue and her husband was still harmonious. We had quarreled but there was no domestic violence."

Fang Xin also stood up: "Through the investigation of the neighbourhood, the situation is true. The deceased Ding Xue and Sun Xiangqing seldom quarreled. Moreover, Sun Xiangming had an alibi on the night of the incident."

Fang Xin showed a transcript that was made by the neighbor next door to Sun Xiangming’s house. According to him, he worked overtime that night. When he got home, it was already past 12 o’clock in the morning. Sun Xiangming opened the door to take the takeaway. The two people also said hello. .

"We also went to the food stall downstairs to investigate. It was indeed Sun Xiangming's order. We also asked the manager of Sun Xiangming's unit that he did send him a job that night. It is not a lie that he worked overtime at home."

Song Yuhang frowned: "What about video surveillance?"

"This is the monitoring of the entrance hallway of the community unit. We watched it all night, but we didn't dare to blink our eyes. I really didn't see him come out.

"Are there any other channels?"

"No, we checked. The fire exit also leads to the unit door. If you want to go out, you must go under the camera."

"So whether it is the motive or the time of the crime, Sun Xiangming does not match. There is also an alibi. Team Song, the surveillance of him should be withdrawn."

Zhang Jinhai's gaze came over. He often disagrees. In investigating the case, Song Yuhang is slightly radical and Zhang is slightly conservative, but his position is one level higher than hers. In most cases, unless Song Yuhang insists, he still listens to him.

really.

The person sitting opposite nodded: "I have no problem."

At this time, the video happened to be in the section where the deceased Ding Xue came out. The camera was located in front of the unit building, so it was shot clearly.

She stumbled and looked flustered, and she couldn't help looking behind her, but there was no one behind her.

"Stop, rewind and replay"

Zheng Chengrui pressed pause, and the video rewinded.

I saw that she ran out in a panic again, and there was no one around her, but she was like seeing a ghost. This scene made people get goose bumps for no reason.

Song Yuhang frowned: "What is she running?"

"Is it because you rushed to school?"

"It's no wonder that a teacher is a student fighting. As for being so excited?"

"Stop-zoom in" Song Yuhang was concerned about her frequent turning back movements.

Who is chasing her?

Or, what is she afraid of?

The people watching this video are in the fog, Zhang Jinhai also frowned: "In short, let's just postpone the investigation of Sun Xiangming. Although it is a necessary procedure to investigate the close relatives of the deceased, it should not be preconceived. People are murderers, so you still have to tell the evidence when handling the case."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

"I suggest that the next stage of investigation work is focused on this student called "Weekend" and Ge Jun. The technical investigation side should pay attention to it and restore the chat history as soon as possible."

"Yes, Team Zhang" Zheng Chengrui raised his chubby paw in a salute.

The pen in Song Yuhang's hand turned around and stopped at her fingertips. She was sitting slightly loosely with her chin supported, but then she sat up straight and stared at the monitor.

"I also watched the surveillance. The time she walked out of the gate of No. 1 Middle School was around 10:30. According to reason, she should go home at this time, but she went in the opposite direction."

It was a small road, and the municipal facilities were incomplete, and the surveillance was cut off after walking about 500 meters.

Song Yuhang's pen tapped twice on the table: "We boldly assume that she was not thrown at the lotus pond park, but went there by herself, so why did she go to the lotus pond park at this time?"

Zhang Jinhai took a sip of tea and asked someone to add it: "It is not ruled out that there is some kind of ulterior relationship between the deceased Ding Xue and Ge Jun. It really has to be investigated."

The general investigative direction was correct, so she stopped saying more, glanced at random, and technical reconnaissance vacated a seat: "Where is Forensic Doctor Lin?"

Fang Xin hurriedly said: "Is the equipment used in the pathological dissection room"