My Dear Miss Medical Examiner

"Miss, that car is still following you."

Lin Nian took a look in the rearview mirror with her mobile phone. She was really not in the mood to deal with people anymore. She pulled the corners of her lips and uttered cold and merciless sentences.

"Done."

After the phone was hung up, a black Santana drove out from the mountain road on the corner and brushed shoulders with her taxi.

Lin Fan leaned back in his chair, his eyes drifting towards the Void Mountains and fields, but gradually squeezed the phone in his hand.

"Miss, the Tai'an Mental Hospital is here." Lin Fan threw a few tickets out of his wallet, pushed the door to get out of the car, and hurriedly ran all the way into the hospital.

There was a doctor waiting at the door long ago, leading her upstairs, with a look of guilt: "Miss, the patient has a sudden attack and no one can get close. We just called you..."

Lin Feijian walked like flying, almost running away. She suppressed the anger in her heart: "How long has it been, why did you notify me now? How do you take care of it? What's the situation now!"

The mental hospital is not big, a small three-story building, passing through the long corridor on the second floor, and a special patient lives in the innermost room.

The normally confined iron gate was wide open. Lin Wei dashed forward. As soon as he slapped his hand on the door frame, he saw a blue-and-white figure leaping towards her, and a cold light flashed past her.

The doctor next to him turned pale in fright: "Miss Lin, be careful!"

Lin Fei drew sideways and drew back, and the scissors were wiped against her chest. The old man with gray hair and crouched waist in front of her shook his mouth, holding the scissors and muttering and turned back.

"Chu Nan, Chu Nan..." The old man said as he rubbed the yellowed photo in his hand, he put his cheeks on his cheeks, and he was cautiously tucked back into his arms for fear of being seen by others.

She said, dragging her stumbling steps with a urine bag on her waist. As soon as she walked and leaked, the turbid yellow liquid trickled down her trousers.

Hearing the name from the crowd once again, Lin Fan's eyes flushed instantly, his palms clenched into fists.

She raised her head as if she was about to swallow all the bitterness back, took a deep breath and then took a step forward slightly, her throat moved slightly, calling her name: "Aunt Chen..."

The person called "Aunt Chen" lifted the quilt and threw all the pillows on the ground: "Chu Nan, where are you Chu Nan...Don't play hide and seek with your mother..."

She held the bed tremblingly and leaned down. There was no one at the bottom of the bed. The old man stood up trembling all over, his lips fluttered, his eyes were slightly red, and he went to explore other places.

"Chu Nan, don't hide... Come out quickly."

In the small room, there was only a bed, a wardrobe, not even a desk, so you could see it all.

The old man turned around and found nothing. The urine had wetted half of her pants, and she didn't even notice it. She only stroked the piece of paper in her arms, with a gentle expression.

"Chu Nan, it's time to go home for dinner. Mom made your favorite braised fish. After dinner, let's go kick the shuttlecock."

"Chu Nan, the milk is in your bag, remember to drink it."

"Chu Nan, it's dark, it's time to go to bed, mom will cover you with a quilt."

While talking, she used her own clothes to cover the people tightly, and gently turned the picture up like a baby, holding the scissors in her hand on the bed.

Lin Yan took a step closer. Suddenly, the old man was awakened, and his expression became a little unpredictable.

She took out the photo again and stared at her: "Chu Nan, it's dawn, why aren't you coming back?"

Lin Nian swallowed, trying to come to comfort her: "Aunt Chen, Chu Nan, she already..."

The old man tilted his neck to look at her, with a strange expression, as if he was looking at the group of people behind him through her.

There was only a white wall behind Lin Fan.

"Hey, Jiangcheng Public Security Bureau, are Chen Chunan's family members? Your daughter's body has been found."

"I'm sorry, that was the case when we found her. The forensic and trace inspection departments have tried their best..."

Lin Fan turned into bizarre rays of light in her eyes, one moment he stretched his teeth and claws, and then broke into pieces.

Saying that it is a corpse is actually just a pile of rotten meat lying on the dissection table.

She saw the past through that distant time. She saw the pale lights in the funeral home that night. She saw herself crying and crying and limp, and she also saw herself kneeling in front of the police, holding someone’s leg and not letting go. They solve the case as soon as possible.

One month passed.

Two months passed.

Three months passed.

…

She wandered around the door of the Municipal Public Security Bureau day and night.

A year has passed.

She went to petition, was driven out and fainted on the street.

Two years later, the report letter she sent to the Provincial Public Security Department, Commission for Discipline Inspection, and Supervisory Department seemed like a dead stone.

Three years later, she sold her house, fell on the street, and beggars, carrying a stack of missing persons notices in her arms wherever she went.

In this way, holding a broken bowl, sticking a stick, and wearing a pair of open-toe cloth shoes, she walked out of Jiangcheng, out of Binhai Province, and traveled all over the country.

Five years later, she was crazy.

Tears ooze from those muddy eyes, holding the scissors trembling and getting up, step by step approaching Lin Fan: "It's you... it's you... it's you who killed her..."

"And you!" She gesticulated randomly in the air with scissors, and Lin Nian stepped back, using her eyes to signal the others to take this opportunity to squeeze them down.

"Auntie Chen..." She had an obscure voice, and she was difficult to speak, and she kept her emotions under control before she let herself say a complete sentence.

"You put down the scissors first, I will take you to find Chu Nan, trust me...I... will find her."

As she approached Aunt Chen, several medical staff quietly walked around from behind. She seemed to feel something, and when she turned around abruptly, the sharp blade of the scissors shook the face of the medical staff.

"I killed you! I killed you!"

At the moment of her death, Lin got upset and dragged her back from behind.

The old man was struggling, crying, and his voice was terrible, and the sharp scissors mouth was thrust into the back of Lin Wei's hand one after another.

She didn't hide or didn't want to hide, letting the sharp scissors make a few small holes in the back of her hand.

The medical staff who caught up pushed the person to the ground with all their hands and a sedative, and the old man finally became quiet.

Lin Fan gently picked up the person from the ground and put him on the bed. She was not strong, but Aunt Chen was so light that she was skinny and skinny.

The medical staff put on clean clothes and sheets for her, Lin Yan turned around and closed the door, and the subordinates handed over the tissues.

"Miss, do you want to go and see?"

She looked down at the back of her hand, which was still leaking blood, and thought: Compared to Aunt Chen, compared to Chu Nanlai, what's the point?

"Usually well, why suddenly..." Before the subordinates finished speaking, they were frightened by Lin Fei's icy gaze.

The look was very similar to when the person inside just swung the scissors and stabbed.

He had no doubt that he would be broken his neck if he said more, and he took a step back unconsciously, with cold sweat on his forehead.

"roll"

He was relieved, bowed slightly and walked away quickly.

There was only quiet wind in the corridor.

Lin Fan leaned against the wall and sat down, burying his head in his arms, his voice trembled unnoticeably, "Today... is Chu Nan's birthday."

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The room was silent.

Song Yuhang took the lead and stood in front to accept Feng Ju's saliva.

"It's all a rice bucket! A rice bucket! An entire criminal police team tells people to play around. It doesn't matter if they don't catch anyone. It doesn't even know if they are male or female. The taxpayer's money will raise your gang of wine bags and rice bags!!!"

Feng Jianguo became more angry as he talked, and the table shook the sky: "In normal training, one by one, I am the number one opponent in the world. It will not be so ugly to take out your bragging skills. !"

The two team members injured by the men in black are still lying in the hospital, with a liver contusion and a broken jaw.

Song Yuhang moved his lips and lowered his head slightly without saying anything. As the deputy captain of the criminal investigation detachment, she could not shirk the blame for the operation commander.

"Feng Ju, don't be angry, don't be angry, pay attention to your body, the most important thing is to solve the case." Zhang Jinhai wanted to help people sit down and was flicked away. Although Feng Jianguo refused his kindness on the face, it could not be true. He did too much, so he took the teacup in his hand and took a sip to extinguish the fire.

"How is the fingerprint matching? Has the poison been analyzed?"

Fang Xin stood up from the team tremblingly: "Ah... it's better than... It's true that there is only one person's fingerprints on the syringe, and no fingerprints, footprints, or bloodstains of the third person were found at the scene."

Another assistant forensic doctor also stepped up and said: "It is preliminarily judged that the deceased Sun Xiangming was cyanide poisoning. The time of death was about 10 am. The air-conditioning in the room was turned on. The actual time of death may be a little earlier than this, and the other deceased In Li Shiping’s mouth, residual arsenic compounds, commonly known as arsenic, were highly toxic."

"There were signs of fighting at the scene. The deceased Sun Xiangming had extensive abrasions on his left wrist, upper arm and lower arm. It was identified as consistent with the squeeze marks on the side of the doorway. His skin tissue was also detected from the sawdust."

"The deceased Li Shiping left four inconspicuous choke marks on the skin on the left side of his neck. One on the right side. Both left and right choke marks were consistent with Sun Xiangming’s fingerprints. Clothing fibers were also extracted from Li Shiping’s nails. Sun Xiangming wears the same pajamas."

"Therefore, we believe that the deceased Sun Xiangming and Li Shiping had a fierce fight. Li Shiping was at a disadvantage in the fight, but at the very moment, he stuck a syringe containing cyanide injection into his neck, and the blow was fatal."

"Except for the choke marks left by Sun Xiangming, Li Shiping has no other physical injuries. It is preliminarily inferred to be...suicide."

Feng Jianguo rubbed his eyebrows, only to feel anxious: "How do you explain the man in black who appeared on the scene?"

Song Yuhang moved his lips, his voice hoarse: "The scene was handled very cleanly, and even the door handles were wiped off. If we hadn't appeared in time, this would be a scene of deliberately taking revenge and committing suicide after killing! People have a wealth of anti-investigation awareness, are a veteran, or..."

It's just a police officer!

She didn't finish the second half of her sentence, and Feng Ju waved her hand to signal that everyone was gone.

Song Yuhang followed the others out, Feng Jianguo took a sip of tea and called her name.

"Song Yuhang stay for a while."

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Technical Investigation Office.

Fang Xin stood leaning on the table with a cartoon porcelain cup in his hand, still thinking about Ding Xue's case: "Is the cause of death really delayed drowning?"

Duan Cheng lay on his back in a chair, holding a book for civil service exams on the outer envelope and a fancy swimsuit magazine inside.

"There can still be fakes. After all, it was an appraisal made by Lin's forensic doctor. In Binhai, no, it is also a well-known authority throughout the country.

Fang Xin took a sip of the milk tea, and his eyes were a little sad: "That's a pity. You said that in the last few hours of her life, she was so painful, and she was still thinking about the place where she met Li Shiping before. What an obsession."

Maybe people who are criminal policemen always participate in other people’s lives as bystanders, feeling bitterness and bitterness from the minutiae, and then there is a certain moment of human empathy that can make them feel the pain of the victim, even though, it’s just A little bit is enough to make it difficult for a young heart to calm down.

After she said this, no one said anything again. Zheng Chengrui also put down the chicken leg he was gnawing on, and looked up at the window. The rain dripped down the banana leaves and hit the window lattice.

"Actually, I think" he burped: "This case also teaches us a lesson. Love killing is not only about the love of men and women, but there are also evocative love between the same sex."

When Duan Cheng heard this, he burst out laughing, and went to stab his swollen belly: "Eh, what happened to Lao Zheng today, is he incarnate?"

The dull atmosphere was broken, Zheng Chengrui flicked away his hand: "Go and go, what is old Zheng Lao Zheng's, it is Zheng Ge!"

Remember

Duan Cheng’s book fell to the ground during the fight, and Fang Xin picked it up and held up the fancy magazine: "Eh, you want to test for civil servants, let me see what this is, well, Sora Aoi, Yoshizawa Mingbu..."

Before she finished her words, Duan Cheng blushed and snatched it back. He put it back in his arms as if he was a baby, and mumbled: "I don't want to be a civil servant either. I just want to be in our small county. Photographer, eat and wait to die."

"What about you, what do you want to do if you are not a policeman?"

Fang Xin pondered for a while, then shook his head: "Maybe you are already married, Lao Zheng..."

Zheng Chengrui lifted his head from the computer and pushed his glasses: "Programmer, write code, it's the kind of one-click entry of all beautiful photos on the Internet..."

Duan Cheng threw over excitedly: "Brother Zheng, you are my brother!"

"..."

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"Let's talk about it, why do you suspect Lin Wei?" When there were only two people, Feng Ju spoke more gently and motioned for her to sit down.

Song Yuhang sat on the sofa and stared at the disposable paper cup in front of him: "I..."

"Zhao Ting is your teacher, and he is kind to me. He sat where I am now. He is the director of our Jiangcheng City Bureau going out. What you lose today is not a person's face. It was the entire criminal police team, the entire city bureau, that lost the face of his old man!"

This wording was more embarrassing than scolding her for wine and rice bags. Song Yuhang rubbed his face, lifted the broken hair on his forehead, and took a few deep breaths to calm his breath.

"It was my fault."

"When I was a film cop under Zhao Ting's hands, he always emphasized that in every meeting, he must not take it for granted. It is specious. We must use facts to justify and show evidence. We are public security police, not bandits!"

"You are half responsible for Sun Xiangming's death. If you didn't catch it and let it go, you might not be stunned. Now Li Shiping is also dead. I thought it was better to solve the case and there would be more people in black. "

Feng Ju hated iron for not making steel, his index finger bent into a knot and struck the table fiercely: "Song Yuhang, Song Yuhang, now you take for granted that Lin Wei is the man in black. What's the truth? What about the evidence? You know Lin Wei's. Who is the father? Who is she?"

"Believe it or not you just caught Lin Wei on the front foot, and the municipal party committee on the back foot can call my desk with a single phone call. You can't mix personal emotions in the case. You are an old detective, so why do you still make such a low-level mistake!"

In the face of his bitterness and persuasion, Song Yuhang just buried his head, his eyes were red, as if he was forbearing, but in the end he said nothing.

She couldn't say it.

She doesn't always believe in supernatural intuition or reasoning, she only believes in the evidence she has collected, logical assumptions.

But Lin Wei was an accident.

She didn't know where this intuition came from, she just had a faint sense of familiarity, and Lin Fan couldn't get rid of the relationship with the man in black.

Moreover, the man in black is two people.

At that time, she didn't want to understand one thing. The so-called intuition must be based on a certain understanding of the other party. She knew that she would do that. In fact, it also reflected her inner self subconsciously.

It's her, not necessarily that she won't do that.

A genius and a madman are not necessarily only one step away, but two similar people have the slightest possibility of guessing the other's heart.

It's like looking in a mirror. The environment may change inside and outside the mirror, but in the final analysis, it's just one person.

When she finally got up and left, Feng Ju stopped her again: "Didn't you ask me why I was disgusted with Lin to our city bureau?"

Song Yuhang turned around holding the doorknob, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was very haggard even after a few days of sleeplessness.

She muttered, "Why?"

"If a person like Lin Fan can't be a friend, she will be an enemy. She is a murderous knife, and you are the best sheath."

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"Miss, what can I drink?" Her eyes drifted across the display board with all kinds of colorful drinks.

Seeing her hesitating, the bartender enthusiastically recommended: "Long Island Iced Tea is on sale today, carefully prepared from vodka, white rum, agave, etc., especially suitable for ladies!"

Song Yuhang looked at his mouth open and closed blankly, unable to hear what he said.

Seeing that she did not respond, the bartender changed another wine and pointed to her: "Miss would you like to try our shop’s signature mojito? The white rum is added with lime, mint and crushed ice. The taste is very refreshing. —"

She didn't hear anything clearly, so she heard a word-MOJITO.

She inexplicably remembered that Lin Fan put the glass into her hand at the Randy Bar that night, fluttering her hair.

She asked casually: "What kind of wine is this?"

The other party smiled and replied, "Mojito."

The bartender is still chattering: "Particularly suitable for free and unruly souls..."

Song Yuhang took out the money from his wallet and handed it over: "That's it."

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The wind chimes jingled at the entrance of the store, and the man put his umbrella into the door and walked straight to the bar to ask for a glass of depth bomb.

The bartender watched him take the wine to the table of the lady who had just been in a daze.

The man glanced behind him and saw that only a little bartender was curiously poking his head, he leaned his umbrella against the table and sat down opposite Song Yuhang.

"What are you—" Song Yuhang raised his eyes. The man had already taken off his cap, and a circle of snow-white gauze was wrapped around his head, bleeding faintly from the corners.

She suddenly squeezed the wine glass in her hand.

The man put his hat back on again: "It's a professional assassin, I got my life back."

Song Yuhang gritted his teeth: "I really underestimated her."

The man took a sip of the wine, the brim of his hat was so low that he could not see his face: "The other party is very alert, and the masters around me are like clouds. I have been exposed and I am not suitable to follow."

Song Yuhang only felt that she had tasted bitterness from the clear aroma of wine. She was not reconciled but was helpless for the time being.

"Thank you, take a good rest."

This was an informant she had worked with for many years, and Song Yuhang took out a stack of money from his pocket and handed it over.

The man took it and put it in his bag. He couldn't stay too long and was about to leave.

When he got up, Song Yuhang saw him bend his lips slightly: "You seem to have never had a drink during working hours."

Song Yuhang was startled, and the residual ice in the cup shook as a noise.

"Take a vacation."

The man said no more, and strode away with his backpack on his back.

After he left, Song Yuhang spread his palms, and a thin piece of cloth was crumpled.

She tore it from the man in black. She didn't hand it to the police as an exhibit, but kept it next to herself.

At this moment, he raised his right hand to the tip of his nose and took a deep breath.

The temperature brought by the alcohol did not melt the ice in her eyes.

Lin Nian, Lin Nian.

How many surprises can you bring me?