My Dear Miss Medical Examiner

"At that time, it was your parents who paid for the house, right? Was it the full amount? No—" The woman was sitting in front of the computer answering the phone, knocking on the keyboard with one hand to record, knocking on the door, and she took her mobile phone to the entrance Go, glanced through the cat's eyes, suddenly changed his hand to hold the phone, and at the same time turned sideways to open the door for the other party.

"Excuse me, I'm a bit urgent here, I will contact you later."

After the call was hung up, Song Yuhang also came in, put on the guest slippers, raised his head and smiled bitterly: "I am embarrassed to trouble you so late."

Seeing that she was drenched all over, and her face was blue and purple, Ji Jingxing took out a clean towel from the bathroom and handed it to her: "How did you get it? I have to dare to go home."

If Mother Song saw it, she would have to nag, after all, there was a lesson from the father and brother, she was afraid that something would happen to Song Yuhang.

"It's okay... It's just a fight with someone." Song Yuhang said, rubbing his wet hair with a towel, and glanced into the bedroom through the half-open door.

"Xiao Wei is asleep?"

"I'm asleep, or I know what you won't be like when you come." Ji Jingxing said, pouring a cup of hot coffee from the kitchen to warm her up.

Song Yuhang was sitting on the sofa with a towel on her head and didn't know what she was thinking about. From the moment she walked in, she felt that something was wrong. This person seldom lost her mind, not to mention the desperate appearance now.

Song Yuhang's visits to her over the years are only a handful. The last time was when her brother died.

"Are you really okay?" Ji Jingxing took out the medicine cabinet from the cupboard and opened it, searching for iodophor and cotton swabs.

"Would you like to go to the hospital for a look, who is it?

The corner of her eye was gouged out by Lin Wei's nails, and the skin was open and fleshy, and the blood was almost spreading to the eyes. If she moved a little further, this eye would not be able to keep it.

Song Yuhang felt it. At this time, she realized that there was a dull pain in hindsight. She unavoidably thought that she had beaten Lin Wei so many times, and she couldn't stand up because of the beating. Could she feel pain?

Yes, she was crying after all.

Thinking of those eyes soaked in tears, the sour and astringent feeling stalked my heart again.

She suddenly regretted her impulse.

Ji Jingxing stopped the movement in her hand, always feeling that her whole person today was a little bit unspeakable.

"Dropped in love?" She teased deliberately.

The man glanced over, his tone stiff: "No."

This rebuttal was too fast. Ji Jingxing laughed, and handed her the gauze in her hand: "Okay, knowing that you have never been in love, it is time to find someone to have a good relationship with you. I will go to bed first, and get up early tomorrow morning. Send Xiaowei to school. The guest toiletries are on the shelf in the bathroom. Don't sleep on the sofa tonight. Go to your brother's room to sleep."

Xiaowei was a posthumous child. When her brother died seven years ago, the whole family had persuaded Ji Jingxing to destroy the child, but she insisted on staying and raising her by herself. The single mother was indeed very hard.

Song Yuhang respects and loves this sister-in-law. The two people are not much different in age, and there are more feelings of confidant and friend in it.

She stood up and watched her walk into the bedroom, moving her lips: "Sister...thank you."

Ji Jingxing waved his hand, holding a coffee cup, wearing loose home clothes, and a pair of plain gray slippers on his feet.

The cartoon pattern embroidered on it is blurry. It was bought together when they first got married seven years ago. Song Yuhang was also there that day.

Ji Jingxing lip-synched, "Good night."

Song Yuhang also replied to her: "Good night."

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"will."

"Making generals." Heizi moved an official position on the chessboard.

The other party stroked his own red child, hesitating.

"Master, it's time to drink the medicine." The woman held the soup bowl and blew the dark concoction to cool down, and then she passed the spoon to his lips.

The man is not young anymore, white hair grows on the sideburns, wrinkles on his face, stacked wrinkles, and a few less obvious age spots, but the beard is very clean, that face and Lin Wei have A bit similar, it is not difficult to see that Fengshen was handsome when he was young. Although he was nestled in a wheelchair, he still looked broad with shoulders, long hands and long feet.

He turned his head and swallowed it, frowning in pain. The woman put a candied fruit in his mouth, he chewed and spit the core into her palm, then looked back at the chessboard.

"gun."

The other party was not impatient at all, so he withdrew his son handily and took away his general by the way.

"General, you lost."

The two laughed loudly, and Lin Youyuan threw the remaining chess pieces on the board: "If you don't play, you won't play, it's still so cunning."

"Mr. Lin." A man in black knocked on the door and walked in quickly.

Lin Youyuan seemed to feel something, and casually picked up the tea cup and took a sip: "What are you doing lately?"

The man in black leaned over and said softly in his ear, and made a gesture of wiping his neck: "Would you like..."

He glanced at the person opposite, raised his hand to stop: "That's not necessary, Lin Fan has never suffered, it's not a bad thing."

"Yes." The man in black bowed respectfully, then stepped back.

The woman squatting next to him rolled her eyes and fell on his knees delicately: "Master, it's getting late, and you're going to accompany me to buy a bag tomorrow..."

Lin Youyuan rubbed her chin, and a smile oozes out of his affectionate eyes as Lin disgusted: "When did the lord fool you, come and see you off?"

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The drop of water slid down her arm, condensed into a light red blood stain on the ground and then penetrated into the floor drain.

The shower spreads wide, the mist is lingering, and the woman's wet hair is draped behind her like a brocade.

She raised the handleless knife in her hand, faced the mirror, and slashed towards herself.

Blood drops splashed into the washbasin, as if a coquettish Manzhushahua came out of the pure white snow.

She raised her head and gasped, swallowing all the oppressive pain into her throat, her lips trembling, big beads of sweat leaking out of her forehead, and her whole body trembling while holding the washstand with one hand. Until a **** stroke was added to the tattoo on the chest.

"Dang--" The knife in Lin Fei's hand fell into the washbasin, and she slipped and sat down and leaned on the bathtub. She slumped her head like this without saying a word, as if she was asleep.

Only two lines of tears rolled out from the corners of the closed eyes, and they soon fell into the ground together with the drops of water and disappeared.

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"Auntie! You come to pick me up early from school today and let us go to the amusement park, okay? Mom hasn't taken me out for a long time..." Ji Dai only sat in the child seat, but stretched out his arm for her to hug.

Ji Jingxing glanced back while driving, "Eh, hurry up, sit down, how come mom told you, aunt is very busy, don’t bother her."

"It doesn't matter, sister, the case is over anyway, I will pick up Xiaowei after school today." Song Yuhang stretched out his left hand and touched Xiaowei's head awkwardly, with a rare soft smile on his face.

"Your arm still doesn't work well, right?" Ji Jingxing caught a glimpse of it: "I think it's better for you to go to the hospital."

Yesterday, I just felt painful and unbearable. I got swollen this morning and couldn't lift it up.

Song Yuhang moved his shoulders and smiled bitterly: "Okay, I'll go to the hospital for a look."

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"It's so dangerous. Your arm was almost broken." The doctor held the X-ray and looked at it for a while, then walked to her and pressed it gently on the swollen shoulder, lifting her arm and moving. Song Yuhang clenched his lower lip, his face pale.

"I'll give you an order. Take it to the disposal room and wrap a bandage. The plaster is changed every day. Remember to take the oral medicine on time."

Song Yuhang got up, put on his coat, and nodded slightly: "Thank you, doctor."

When the bandage was halfway around, the phone rang, and Song Yuhang took a hand out of his pocket with a little effort: "Hello?"

Before she finished speaking over there, she had changed her face. As soon as she pulled her clothes up, she ran out. The little nurse followed behind and shouted: "Eh, what are you running?! Remember the bandages are not yet wrapped!"

Song Yuhang walked through the corridors with people coming and going, put a corner of the bandage around his arm casually, clenched his teeth indiscriminately, and said as he walked: "Tell the case, what's the specific situation?"

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"Jingling bell--" The alarm clock rang, Lin Fan poked his head out of the bed, fumbled with one hand on the bedside table, found the source of the sound, slapped it and flew out.

The world finally returned to silence. She covered her face with the quilt again. Less than a minute later, the sharp bell rang again. Miss Lin angrily rolled over and covered her ears with a pillow.

When he was unable to breathe, the magic sound finally disappeared. Lin Nian breathed a sigh of relief and lay flat. He felt uncomfortable when he opened his eyes, his body was sore, and his throat was full of fire.

She swallowed, and when she was about to go to the bedside table to touch the glass and drink water, the desperate call began again.

The eldest lady couldn't bear it, she turned over and sat up suddenly.

"Hiss...it hurts." She rubbed her head and sat up. She only felt that her head was muddy and her limbs were heavy today. She didn't listen at all, but when she saw the number that was pulsing on the screen, she still pressed it. Answer.

"Hey, Sister Lin, it's me."

"I know it's you... what's the matter?" Lin Fan licked his chapped lips and got up from the ground, feeling that his steps were vain, and he had to stabilize the closet beside him.

"We now found a highly damaged body next to the Green Building in Xicheng District..."

Duan Cheng was interrupted mercilessly when he was halfway talking.

"What is high damage? Talk about the specific characteristics of the corpse table!"

Duan Chengxin took a lingering look at the ground not far away. The rotten meat on the floor was mixed with fragments of human bones and brains, red and red, white and white, and yellow and yellow, which looked like a plate of freshly baked tomato scrambled eggs.

He couldn't help but retched again: "Oh... you should come and see for yourself."

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Song Yuhang's forefoot had just arrived, and Lin Fei's hindfoot was also here. Today, this eldest lady rarely wears high heels, she wears soft and comfortable flat shoes, and her walking posture is quite unnatural, and she has a huge pair on her nose. Sunglasses and put on the mask as soon as I got off the car.

Duan Cheng greeted him: "Sister, how are you..."

It's strange to look at this dress on a rainy day.

Lin Fan rolled his eyes angrily, "What's wrong with cloudy days, you need sunscreen only when you don't understand?"

When she limped to the scene of the crime with the investigation box, Song Yuhang was leaning on the door of the car with one hand in his pocket and making a phone call.

"Hey Xiao Wei, I can't pick you up after school today. You listen to your mother, can we make an appointment another day?"

Lin Fan was far away and saw a smile in her drooping eyes, and the expression on her face was much more vivid and soft.

The wind blew her sentence vaguely into her ears.

"Little Wei... shall we make an appointment another day?"

Hey, Lin Fan was full of spirits. Who was this flirting with? She got goose bumps all over her.

It is said that the Green Building is actually an unfinished construction site with an area of ​​about half the size of a football field, surrounded by barbed wire, and underneath it is covered with stones and other construction waste.

The cordon was pulled outside the wire fence. Lin Wei lifted the cordon with one hand. The stones were not high enough. When she was resting, she stepped over in one step. But today, she was boring and the investigation box was heavy. She could hardly lift her arms and had to step forward. Climb up step by step with broken steps.

The stones that had rained were slippery, and she was caught off guard from stepping on a few stones, and she leaned back.

"Be careful!" A familiar voice came from my ear, and at the same time, a strong arm was wrapped around her waist and held her firmly.

Lin Yan stepped back a few steps and fell completely into her arms, not knowing whether it was in a panic or something, his heart beating wildly.

Song Yuhang helped her stand firmly, his hands still not loose, and there was a trace of worry in his eyes: "Are you... okay?"

She seemed to care about her, but in fact she was also asking about last night.

Lin Nian came back to his senses and threw her away like a brown candy: "It's okay, I think it's better for you to care more about yourself."

Her cross is enough for her to drink a pot.

When it came to this, Song Yuhang suddenly felt a faint pain in the bandaged shoulder, she smiled bitterly and took the survey box in her hand and left without a word.

Lin Fan's expression was a bit subtle suddenly, as if she was angry that she left. Although she was inexplicable in this mood, she didn't expect that the person would stretch out his hand to her again after climbing up the pile of rocks.

"Come up."

She hesitated, her gaze drifted away, just not looking at her, as if looking for another way to go.

Song Yuhang patiently repeated it again: "Come up."

The corners of her lips under the mask were slightly bent, and Lin Wei reluctantly put her hand on her hand, and the moment her fingertips touched her, she was gripped into her palm. Her palm was wide and warm. A thick cocoon made with a gun and a stick.

Her thoughts could not help but drift to the tremor caused by her rough index finger gently stroking her wound last night.

The dark night concealed the panic in her eyes, and also concealed the flash of pain in Song Yuhang's eyes.

Lin Fei suddenly felt uncomfortable, let go of her, and walked in front. Song Yuhang carried her investigation box and walked behind.

When she first pulled her up, her hands were cold and there was a thin layer of sweat. She was a little worried, and the guilt that had been in her heart since last night haunted her again.

"forest……"

She wanted to call her name, Lin Fan turned around and stretched out her hand, as if nothing had happened.

"Exploration Box"

Song Yuhang handed it to her. Lin Yan knelt down and took out the gloves neatly, put them on in a sigh, and stepped on the paved exploration pedal to walk to the corpse.