My Dear Miss Medical Examiner

A large black and red truck was dragged on the ground for several meters, and the smell of blood was disgusting.

Lin Nian sniffed his nose, and gently twisted his fingers from the ground with dark and sticky viscera fragments.

Memories flooded in, and she paled in an instant, and she clenched her lower lip suddenly.

The places with the most blood stains are concentrated under the two front wheels of the truck. If it weren't for the exploration pedals, it would be impossible to step down. Even so, the scene would have been damaged enough. There were all kinds of messy footprints. There were drivers, reporters, and construction sites. Of other workers.

Fang Xin was enduring nausea and was measuring his footprints. After a while, he turned pale and stumbled out.

Lin Yan frowned. Maybe it was because she was uncomfortable to wake up this morning, and her stomach was turned upside down. A white wrist stretched out in front of her and handed her a tissue.

"Give you."

Lin Nai suddenly felt that he had been greatly insulted: "Go away, I don't need that!!"

Song Yuhang was stunned by holding the tissue, then he bends the corners of his lips slightly, and walked to the side to ask the witnesses.

The parts below the chest of the deceased were all rolled into the wheels. After being crushed back and forth, they were already attached to the ground as thin as paper. When the head and neck were separated, only a few blood vessels were involved, and half of the head was crushed by the wheels. , The gray brain was stuck on the front wheels, and the entire face was unrecognizable with the naked eye. It could be said that it was totally unrecognizable.

Let alone an autopsy, such a corpse is very difficult to get from the ground.

After the criminal investigators finished taking the photo, Lin Yancai reached into the pool of blood, touched a tooth, raised it up to look at the light, and put it into the evidence bag.

"From the point of view of the degree of tooth loss, the deceased was very young, less than eighteen years old."

Duan Cheng rushed up to take a picture and made a record at the same time.

"Inferred from the skull..." Lin Wei's hand gently touched the remaining half of the head, sliding back and forth on the side: "The skull is thin, the muscle lines are not obvious, the forehead is vertical, and the top is flat. It should be a female dead."

"A lot of blood on the scene, in a columnar flow, seeping southward into the cracks in the ground." Lin Yan took a step back. She had already touched the deceased and was inconvenient to touch the ground, and signaled several assistant forensic doctors to come and extract the blood.

"Turn over the soil together."

With a shovel, a large piece of soil was uprooted and put into the evidence bag.

Others are wearing gloves looking for broken bones in a pool of blood, which is very important for confirming the identity and age of the deceased later.

Lin Fan leaned over again and looked at the half of his skull, his mouth eloquently saying: "The wound life reaction is obvious..."

She raised her eyes and took a look, the broken railing on the roof was crumbling.

The truck driver was already under control. He cried and howled under the inquiries of several criminal police officers in handcuffs: "I really don't know there is someone here, I really don't know! It's so dark, I will continue as usual at four o'clock. When I go to work and transport building materials to the construction site, people usually throw construction waste downstairs. I really didn't think much about it!"

A seven-foot-tall man was struggling forward while crying, his face flushed and his rosacea characteristics were obvious.

Song Yuhang walked over: "Take him a test of alcohol content."

"Open your mouth!" Several detectives pressed him and put the instrument into his mouth.

"Blow."

The man took a breath, and the value on the meter immediately peaked.

A criminal policeman showed it to her, filled with outrage: "This grandson drank a lot of alcohol last night. Look at the alcohol content in this blood now is still so high, no wonder people don't know if they are crushed to death!"

The foreman on the side was trembling, and Song Yuhang looked over: "Did you discover people?"

The foreman nodded and stammered: "Ah... yes yes yes... it's me..."

"Don't be nervous, slowly talk about what's going on." Song Yuhang motioned for someone to bring him the cigarette. The foreman took it and shivered and pressed his finger to turn on the lighter. After taking a couple of breaths, he calmed down. His tone was still trembling.

"At five o'clock in the morning, I will go to work as usual..." He recalled that scene was still lingering, and Song Yuhang interrupted him.

"Remember the exact time?"

Foreman Ji thought for a while: "I usually get up at 5:10. It should be around 5:30. I took my safety helmet and walked to the construction site. When I walked to the front of the building, I found out..."

He remembered that scene was still weak in his legs.

Lao Li, who is responsible for delivering building materials to the construction site, is an old acquaintance. He knows that he likes to drink, but nothing has happened. The two greeted him enthusiastically.

"Morning Liu Tou." Lao Li lowered the car glass to reveal a yellow die.

"Morning, didn't drink the bar today?"

"Beer, come some?" The other party took out the wine bottle from the seat next to him and shook it. There were some peanut shells scattered beside it.

"No way, I'll go to work in a while, let the boss smell it."

Liu Tou stepped back to make way for the truck, and then he heard a loud bang. He was unfastening his belt and peeing against the wall, and he laughed and cursed: "You guys are drinking too much again!"

Lao Li turned the steering wheel back and grinned: "Fuck it, who is the tortoise and grandson who emptied the garbage here, don't you know if the truck comes in and out this way?"

He stepped on the accelerator, increased his horsepower and rushed over, but he always panicked with something under the wheel.

He unloaded the cargo in a hurry, stepped on the accelerator, tried several times back and forth, never got out of the car.

After Lao Li had urinated, the searchlight on the construction site was turned on when the spotlight was reached. The pale light shone in the past, and he was frightened when he turned his head and sat on the ground!

A few strands of clothing were pressed under the wheel, a pool of blood seeped from under the wheel, and half of the skull was squeezed and flew out, as if the sound of musculoskeletal fragmentation could be heard.

Liu Tou couldn't even lift his pants, stumbled up and rushed to stop the car.

"That's the situation, Comrade Police, Comrade Police, it's none of my business!"

Song Yuhang handed over paper and pen: "Leave your name and contact information, Fang Xin, come over to collect blood, if necessary, please cooperate with our investigation in the follow-up."

Fang Xin was amnesty, and ran out of the **** scene with the investigation box, and neatly collected blood from the truck driver and witnesses.

Song Yuhang glanced toward the past, Lin Fan was still squatting in the pool of blood. She was wearing a rare formal dress today, covered with a protective suit, and her hair was curled up, revealing the slender and white back of her neck.

Song Yuhang handed the transcript to others, put on his gloves and walked over, squatting down beside her.

The exploration pedal was limited, and Lin Fan gave in to the side: "What's the matter?"

Song Yuhang's gaze was also a little unnatural, erratic on her face: "Cough... ask the result."

"The deceased was under eighteen years old, female, judging from the range of blood formation and the color, the time of death should be around 4 a.m. last night."

Lin Wei finished speaking in one breath, and walked to the other side to look at the mutilated half of the skull.

Song Yuhang also followed: "Is there anything special?"

She pointed to the part of the skull that was sunken in, and rubbed out a bit of broken bones on her fingertips: "Comminuted fractures are in line with the characteristics of high fall injuries."

Duan Cheng couldn't stand it for a long time, so he leaned aside after taking the picture: "Oh..."

Lin Nian slapped his mouth: "What a rare case, this psychological quality is too weak, Team Song, you should change me as soon as possible."

Song Yuhang looked at Lin Wei and then at Duan Cheng, seeming to be thinking about the feasibility. Seeing her look, Duan Cheng was afraid that she would think she was useless, so he hurriedly stood up straight and said, "It's okay, I can still hold on!"

Her gaze turned back and stayed on her face: "You mean she was killed by the fall, not because the truck was crushed to death?"

Lin Fan nodded, knowing that the eyes were stuck on her body and she didn't look at her: "Yes, the truck rolling over at best caused secondary damage. Look at the degree of the fracture of this skull and the pool of blood—"

Song Yuhang glanced in the direction of her fingers.

"The color of the soil there is obviously darker than here, and it's probably where it fell."

"Can you tell if you fell from the building during your lifetime or after your death?"

Song Yuhang walked over and touched the land over there.

Ji Lin Nian shrugged his shoulders: "It's difficult, it's all like this, take it back to the bureau and I will have a careful dissection and try it out."

Song Yuhang straightened up, put his hands on the pergola and looked towards the rooftop: "I'll take a few people up to see it."

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As soon as he entered the building, a cloud of dust mixed with the smell of cement hit his face. The elevator hadn't been repaired yet. Song Yuhang led people to climb the sixth floor along the stairs. There was an iron gate separating the roof and the stairs.

The door was not locked and was swayed by the wind. Song Yuhang motioned to the trace inspectors behind him to come and pick up fingerprints immediately, and then gently opened the door when they got it right.

The rooftop was not big, there was nothing, and it was all in depression. Several criminal investigators scattered around looking for useful clues.

Song Yuhang went straight to the railing.

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"Come on, get this up and take it back to the bureau." While Song Yuhang was looking for clues upstairs, Lin Fan was down below to finish work.

Duan Cheng looked at the pile of bones and minced meat with a look of hopelessness: "This...how is this done?"

"Nonsense, of course it's a shovel. Be quick, and I can go back for lunch." Lin rolled his eyes impatiently, holding a special shovel in his hand to pick out some large tissues from the pool of blood. The fragments were packed into the body bag with the bones.

"..." Duan Cheng endured and endured, his face turned pale, and finally suppressed his nausea, and joined the team of shoveling corpses.

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Song Yuhang leaned out half of her body, just in time to see Lin Fan lift the body bag into the car, she leaned over and looked at the scratch on her feet.

"Ruler." She squatted down and took a measurement. The footprints were not big, which was in line with Lin Fan's feature that the deceased was under 18 years old.

There was no trace of man-made damage to the railing. It was in disrepair for a long time, and a layer of mottled rust was corroded by the rain, and the fingers made an overwhelmed creak as soon as they touched it.

Song Yuhang walked along the railing until it reached the break, and found a little bit of cloth from it.

She put on her gloves and twisted it up and put it in the evidence bag.

The investigator ran over to report: "Team Song, I've seen it. There are no signs of fighting on the roof, and there is only one person's fingerprint on the door lock. I found this in the corner over there. It should have been blown by the wind. "

He handed over a thin piece of paper that was completely wet by rain, and Song Yuhang squeezed it carefully, for fear that he might die in his own hands if he tried too hard.

She took a photo with the survey lamp in front of her eyes, the ink was almost dizzy, and she could barely recognize the first two words: "Let...Book..."

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Downstairs Lin Tied took off his mask to breathe. Duan Cheng moved the body bag into the car. Yu Guang caught a glimpse of the wound on her face, and suddenly the ghost cried out: "How did the medical doctor Lin do this?"

Other people's gazes glanced over, Lin Nian didn't even think about it, raised his foot and kicked over: "I'll make you scream!"

After that, he hurriedly put on the mask under cover. Just now, the movement was so loud that his cheeks were sore. Lin Wei grinned and muttered, "What else can I do, the dog chews!"

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Although she couldn't hear what they were saying, but seeing Lin Wei and Duan Cheng fighting, for some reason, she also felt a touch of warmth at this cruel and terrifying crime scene.

Song Yuhang regained his sight, and the crowd and media watching the lively scenes were already crowded beyond the cordon.

"Yeah, what's the matter?"

"I heard that the truck driver crushed people to death. He crushed people back and forth more than ten times. The death was terrible."

"Why? What kind of grudges or grievances for such a cruel hand?"

"Listen to my brother-in-law who works on the construction site..."

The crowd murmured for a while, saying everything, and the media pushed forward.

"We are reporters, reporters, please let us in for interviews, and we want to see your person in charge."

Several grassroots policemen have never seen this battle, and they can’t stop them. There is a girl in the reporter group who is not tall and dyed with yellow hair. Seeing that the body bag has been lifted out, she knows that the opportunity is not lost. In order to come back, I watched a gap and went under the arm of the policeman, and there was a burst of random shots at Lin Fan. Remember

Miss Lin was dazzled by the sudden flash. The reporter had rushed to her front, khaka leaned at the body bag with a few close-ups, and then slammed the microphone in front of her.

"Excuse me, when did this case happen?"

"Who is the dead?"

"Does the police have any clues at the moment?"

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A series of questions were thrown out, Lin Nian narrowed his eyes slightly, and when he met the reporter in front of him, the other party was obviously startled.

No way, Lin Fan impressed her too deeply.

That unforgettable face, as well as a vigorous skill.

She opened her mouth, trying to call her but she didn't know who her last name was.

Lin Tien frowned impatiently, raised his hand and pushed her away: "Make way."

She had beaten so many people, she couldn't remember who it was.

When other reporters saw someone crossing the cordon, they were unwilling to show their weakness. She was the highest police rank and was present, and she was immediately surrounded by people.

"Officer, officer, tell us about this case?"

"Police officer, has the police made any progress so far?"

"Why did the murderer kill?"

What's more, she recognized her face from under the mask, and the crowd whispered: "It's Forensic Doctor Lin, it's her, then this must be a serious murder..."

Lin Fan raised his foot and wanted to leave, and the people chased after him again, "Hey, forensic doctor Lin, forensic doctor Lin..."

Lin Nian was so dizzy by these people. He didn't know who hit her when he was crowded. The world went round and round, but fortunately, he was held back by someone.

Lin Fan turned around but was not the one he was familiar with.

"Forensic Doctor Lin is okay? You go first." "

Lin Fan nodded and drilled out of the cordon, leaving Duan Cheng and several assistant forensic doctors behind to deal with reporters' questions.

Song Yuhang frowned, seeing that she had walked out of the encirclement safely, withdrawing her sight and preparing to go downstairs. When she turned around, she caught a glimpse of a person wearing a black sweater. She was far away and only saw that the person had no hands. The camera carrying the camera is obviously not a reporter, and as a crowd of onlookers, he did not whisper to the people around him.

The keen sense of touch that she has cultivated for many years of criminal investigation makes her turn around suddenly: "Binoculars."

The colleague handed the telescope to her hand, and Song Yuhang searched the black shadow carefully in the crowd, only to find that he had disappeared into the vast sea of ​​people, as if it was just an illusion.