My Dear Miss Medical Examiner

"Everyone, in groups of two, searched and scattered in a carpet-like manner!" In the wilderness, with an order, the torture and armed police with live ammunition scattered.

The police dog lay on the ground and sniffed, passing through the low bushes, and then barked, wagging his tail excitedly and took back a shoe.

The trainer took off the sneakers from its mouth, turned on the phone and compared the clothes that the suspect was wearing when he ran away. He immediately raised his eyebrows, put the shoes on the nose of the police dog, sniffed, and then patted gently. Its back.

The police dog is ready to go.

The trainer let go: "Good job, chase the wind, go!"

A black afterimage rushed towards the woods like an arrow from the string, and the policemen with guns and live ammunition behind them followed suit.

After a while.

The phone on Zhao Junfeng's desk rang.

He held a cup of hot tea in his hand, and was listening to the report of the Aurora Operation by the Deputy Director and Criminal Investigation Corps.

Before he finished speaking, his teacup slammed on the table, and the hot water overflowed his hands.

"What? Did someone find it? Dead?!" He stood up and patted the table loudly: "Check! Check it out for me!!"

The commander in charge of the scene was the deputy captain of the Criminal Investigation Corps of Binhai Province. At this moment, he took his cell phone away a little bit. After Zhao Junfeng finished his roar, he immediately saluted: "Yes, the forensic doctor has arrived at the scene, and the preliminary body form is being performed. test!"

After hanging up, he put on his gloves and walked to the shore.

The person has been salvaged from the water, and several forensic doctors in white protective suits are working around the corpse.

Headed by is the forensic director of the Technical Investigation Division of the Criminal Investigation Corps of Binhai Province. Although he is not as talented as Lin Fan, he is also an experienced forensic doctor with more than 30 years of experience.

"Old money, how is it?"

The forensic doctor surnamed Qian opened the eyelids of the deceased to look, then turned around and said: "The preliminary autopsy examination is consistent with the indications of drowning during his lifetime. There is no trauma on the body, and there are mud and sand on the nostrils and nails, which are caused by struggling in the water. , He is undoubtedly drowned."

The trace checker also ran to report: "The second person's footprint was not found at the scene, except for...except..."

I thought it was a great achievement to catch a "vulture", who knows what the **** is there to catch a dead person?

The criminal investigation captain was annoyed: "Hesitating, except for what is complete!"

The trace inspector closed his eyes: "Except...Except for the footprints of the captain!"

He came in anxiously. He didn't wear shoe covers. The criminal investigation captain looked behind him. There were a series of jagged footprints on the muddy ground on the river bank, both of him and other search team members.

He slapped it over: "I..."

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The eighth day of the hunger strike.

Lin Fan didn't expect him to come.

Twenty-six years ago, he was a fledgling little policeman. Now that he has a silver olive branch on his shoulder, he is really rising up.

The two looked at each other coldly through the bars.

When Lin Fan was young, many things had been blurred, but she still remembered that she and Lin Cheng were kidnapped on that rainy night. In a factory in the suburbs, the ransom exchange failed, and the police rushed in.

The first thing was not to save her, but dying she pulled the trigger.

That year, she was six years old.

The dark night blurred everything, and she was so weak that she could barely see the green stubble and trembling lips under the brim of his hat.

The rain dripped down his chin.

It was this hesitant effort that other people ran in.

"There is a live mouth, and there is a live mouth!"

She was hugged by both hands in a daze. The police ran out holding her, and Lin Cheng's cold body was also carried out.

It was extremely rainy that night.

He still has lingering fears in retrospect.

The raindrops in the dilapidated factory smashed down like beans, and the place where the girl lay had already converged into a pool of light red blood.

When the suspect pressed on her body was stripped away, the girl was wearing no clothes, and a deadly dagger was stuck in the chest of the suspect.

She saved herself, but the eldest son Lin Cheng, whom Lin Youyuan wanted to save, died.

He still remembers the eyes of the girl lying quietly on the ground, cold, desperate, and hatred deep in his bones.

It was exactly the same as Lin Wei now.

The policeman standing outside the iron gate shivered inexplicably. He waved his hand and motioned to the prison guard to open the handcuffs to her: "See a doctor on parole."

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Lin Fan, who woke up again, found that he was lying in his nursing home, and the person who came to serve her was his personal housekeeper.

She knows herself and is free.

Then she opened her mouth and swallowed the hot porridge delivered to her lips by the housekeeper. She ate eagerly, and soon coughed and choked with tears.

She is so hungry, really hungry, hungry and cold.

She thought, there is probably nothing in this world that can warm her.

The only person who could warm her died many years ago.

How I hope that is also a dream.

Lin Nian sighed in his heart and closed his eyes again.

Go to sleep, you can see her when you fall asleep.

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"Lin Nai?!" Song Yuhang stood up from the bed, panting heavily, sweating on her forehead, she reached out and wiped it, still in shock.

She had just dreamed that Lin Shao pointed a gun at herself in her dream.

That scene is overwhelming red.

Song Yuhang wanted to return to her the words she gave to herself.

Don't die...Don't die.

She closed her eyes, swallowed frantically, took a deep breath to calm herself down, and took out the phone from under the pillow and started calling her. When the phone number was dialed, she regretted it—Lin Wei's phone had long been trampled on. Broken.

But even so, she waited for the call to be connected with a faint hope.

until-

"Sorry, the phone number you dialed is empty."

Song Yuhang realized that she and Lin Fan had completely lost contact.

When Ji Jingxing came in carrying the food he bought, a blue and white shadow rushed out.

Song Yuhang couldn't even change his clothes, and Ji Jingxing shouted behind him: "Song Yuhang, what are you doing?!"

She paused slightly, turned around, looked at the medical staff catching up behind Ji Jingxing, turned around and ran.

After a while, Ji Jingxing’s cell phone turned on, and Song Yuhang’s message: Sister, I’m going to see a friend in the detention center.

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"Forensic Doctor Lin? I left early and applied for medical parole yesterday."

Still the little prison guard.

Song Yuhang was still wearing a hospital gown, and the shoes on her feet were reversed: "Which hospital did you go to? Why did you apply for medical parole? What happened to her inside? How could it be so serious—"

Guarding all the complete medical facilities and medical services, Lin Tien's shoulder injury shouldn't be a problem.

Those who can apply for medical parole are all life-threatening acute and severe illnesses.

In other words, only when the prisoner is about to hang up, the police will agree to him on parole for medical treatment.

Song Yuhang's heart sank down.

The prison guard's mouth closed and closed: "We don't know anymore. We don't know where to go. Hey, this forensic doctor Lin is also a personal thing. I have been here for so many years, and this is the first time I have seen someone here. Those who committed suicide in the prison did not accomplish twice at a time...and went on a hunger strike! It scared our boss!"

Before he finished his words, the collar was lifted up, and he slammed into the iron door with a loud bang.

The alarm went off.

Song Yuhang's eyes were red and he gritted his teeth: "What did you do to her?! What did you do?! Why did she commit suicide and why?!!!"

The armed police in the sentry box quickly surrounded him. Someone fired a shot to warn him. Song Yuhang let go, stepped back in despair, and was immediately knocked to the ground by the armed police.

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"Okay, what a deputy captain of the Criminal Investigation Division of the Jiangcheng City Public Security Bureau! Song Yuhang! In broad daylight, he broke into the detention center and injured the prison guards. Even the secretary of the provincial party committee called me to ask! You really give me a face, give you Jiangcheng chief Face!"

Zhao Junfeng spit the stars flying around and slapped the table with a loud bang: "I think you are about to be good. If you want to be with Lin Fan so much, then I will fulfill you! Come, confine you, except the doctor forbids anything. People visit! Until you know you are wrong!!!"

"Bang Dang—" The iron door was locked, Lin Wei went out, and Song Yuhang went in again.

When Ji Jingxing came to see her, she was doing rehabilitation with one hand on the ground. A small window opened on the door, revealing Ji Jingxing's face.

Song Yuhang got up from the ground and ran over: "Sister, why are you here?"

"Give you some daily necessities." Ji Jingxing said, seeing the gauze faintly exposed under her white short sleeves, her eyes were red again.

"You, what are you messing about, you have to run out before the injury, who is so important and worthy of you..."

Song Yuhang was silent.

Ji Jingxing saw that she was silent, and added another sentence: "Yu Hang, you weren't so impulsive before. Tell me, who exactly is Lin Fan?"

Song Yuhang's heart stunned.

Indeed not.

It seems that ever since I met Lin Fan, I have been feeling more emotional, and it is always difficult to keep calm when encountering things related to her.

At first, she thought it was Lin Nian's madness and defiance, and she couldn't bear it personally.

Until what happened later, she walked towards her step by step with a wine glass.

She leaned weakly on her shoulder because of drunkenness.

The one fought in the rainy night.

Two people on the roof face a cigarette.

She was lying sideways in the carriage, with the exposed vest line and the back of her neck.

She did not show any fear in one-to-four, but smiled at the moment she appeared.

She shook her hand and said, "Don't die."

It is her heart that has not been able to calm down.

Song Yuhang rubbed his face vigorously: "I..."

"Don't talk, answer my question."

Ji Jingxing was lying in front of the bars, only half of her beautiful chin could be seen.

She didn't know why, and her voice was a bit obscure: "Fang Xin told me that you were hurt to save her in a daze?"

His thin chin clicked.

"Are you looking for her when you run out over and over again?"

Song Yuhang sullenly replied, "Yes."

"It's for her to beat people?"

"I didn't expect that person was so unobtrusive that he would faint..." Song Yuhang said that his voice became smaller, and finally nodded.

"That's it."

Ji Jingxing asked the last question: "Do you regret it?"

Song Yuhang considered it for a long time and shook his head firmly: "I don't regret it."

Ji Jingxing smiled wryly, without saying anything, a trace of loneliness flashed across her face where she could not see.

"Sister, I'm sorry... this time... I was impulsive. Tell your mom that I am almost in good health. I will go home in a few days. Don't tell her about my detention, lest she think about it."

This time, Song Yuhang put on the bars and looked at her.

Ji Jingxing looked at the face that was almost like Song Yichen and smiled reluctantly: "Okay, I know, it's getting late, I should go out."

Song Yuhang knew that Zhao Junfeng should allow her to come in by exception.

She swallowed, Yu Guang glanced left and right, no one was around, hooked her finger at Ji Jingxing, and when she got closer, she stuffed a small piece of paper into her hand.

"Call this phone, he knows what to do."

Ji Jingxing was upset by her mystery: "This...what..."

Song Yuhang has pushed her away: "Sister, go slowly."

She lip-shaped her: go out and look again.

Ji Jing looked back suspiciously and spread the note until he walked out of the gate of the detention center.

The fingernail-sized piece of paper was crumpled wet and crumpled, and I don't know how long it was hidden on the body.

She finally recognized a series of phone numbers. Turning the note over and looking at it, three words were written crookedly: Find, Lin, Tired.

Ji Jingxing tightened the corners of his lips, rubbed the note into his palm, and continued to walk forward. The note accidentally fell when he passed the trash can.

So who would pay attention to a small piece of paper, she reached out and stopped the taxi and got in.

"Master, train station."

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Saying that he is on parole for medical treatment is actually acquittal.

Lin Nian used ruthlessly to win a way out for himself.

During her recovery period, Operation Aurora officially came to an end with the death of "Vulture".

A mighty storm of sweeping **** swept across the streets and alleys of Binhai Province, up to provincial capitals, down to prefecture-level cities, including major towns and villages. The police dispatched more than 10,000 policemen, more than 500 police dogs, and thousands of staff from other departments. They conducted a unified survey of various entertainment venues, KTVs, massage shops, bars, and houses in the province, and arrested the persons involved in the 6.1 case. Sixty-one people, including two government officials who facilitated the "vultures" and held umbrellas.

He Miao's little uncle was among them.

At this point, the 6.1 case was declared solved.

As for the banning of other pornographic venues, the seizures, and the arrests that should be arrested, they will all be dealt with separately, completely destroying an industry chain of interests with female victims as the main body.

The People's Daily published a high-profile report on the issue, but the two policemen who made outstanding contributions to it blurred their names and context.

Lin Fan turned a page of the newspaper in his hand, and tucked at the corner of his lips. When he took off his glasses and was about to go to bed, he glanced at the French plate.

She frowned and put her glasses back on.

The title read in black letters: "The head of the 6.1 case "Vulture" fell into the river and drowned because of fear of crime and absconding."

This page is all black, and the picture is mosaic, so blurry that you can't see it clearly.

Lin Wei stretched out his hand: "Magnifying glass."

The butler waiting next to her brought it to her. Lin Fan spread the newspaper on her lap, took off his glasses, and moved it inch by inch with the magnifying glass.

She is observing the body.

The clothes were complete, and one shoe was missing. The newspaper said that he ran away on the way. As for the face, the mosaic is applied, and the specific features of the corpse are not clearly visible.

As for the nails, these small details are even more difficult to see. Lin is staring at his body shape tirelessly, converting the ratio of the picture to the actual ratio in his mind.

With long limbs, streamlined body, broad shoulders, and a tall man, he is likely to be watery!

She bounced off the bed when she was excited: "Change clothes, I want to go out!"

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During the month of confinement, Song Yuhang had not been idle. While doing rehabilitation, she began to repair Lin Wei's mechanical stick.

After all, she is not in jail but confined. She has a certain degree of freedom. She has two hours of activity every day. She soaked in the library and tried her best to contact one of her old classmates, who is now famous all over the country. Firearms expert.

After sending the picture to him, the other party soon sent a message: it can't be repaired, it must be melted and recast.

Song Yuhang sat in front of the old desktop computer in this detention center typing: how to melt?

The other party sent a long series of drawings with both pictures and texts.

Song Yuhang downloaded it, and the prison guard came over and called: "It's time for the wind, it's time."

Song Yuhang turned off the computer and looked back after three steps, still thinking about the blueprint.

When she returned to the confinement room, she turned on the lamp and began to trace with the memory in her mind.

Every day.

Zhao Junfeng took a sip of tea and put it down: "What is Song Yuhang doing recently?"

"Draw a picture."

"Oh?" He raised his head slightly.

"It seems to be drawing some drawings."

Zhao Junfeng lowered his head to read the newspaper again: "Look at these days, it's more leisurely than the director of mine."

Feng Jianguo finally came to the provincial department to report to his work, and he was overwhelmed: "I said Zhao Ting, you are free, the grassroots units under us will have to run and break their legs."

The implication is to quickly return the person to Lao Tzu.

Of course he didn't dare to say that, but that was the meaning inside and outside the words.

Of course, Zhao Junfeng also knows that the more ending, the busier the time.

Without Song Yuhang such a capable man, Jiangcheng City Bureau still had to be a mess.

He was waiting for Feng Jianguo to ask him for someone, but he didn't show the slightest pride on his face.

"Go, let that **** get out of work, how can leaders break their legs every day, she can draw any pictures, and hide away!"

When Song Yuhang's incident happened, Feng Jianguo was very upset, but he still felt that it was excusable. Not to mention his old colleague, even if the prisoner committed suicide in the prison, he would get angry, and the prison guard did not suffer any damage. , Song Yuhang was also injured and was thumped by the armed police.

What he meant was a warning from the party, and the meaning of staying without pay was for nothing. Who knew that Zhao Ting was more ruthless than him and sent people directly into the confinement room, and he couldn't stop him.

Song Yuhang's merits and demerits were equal, and he was punished.

What do you think she pictured!

After thinking and thinking about it, Feng Ju didn't understand it. Forget it. Then came the end of Operation Aurora and the progress of a series of anti-pornographic work. After more than a month of busy work, he had time to come to the provincial government.

At this moment, listening to Zhao Junfeng's intention of letting go, he hurriedly gave up: "Thank you, brother, it really helped me a lot."

When Zhao Junfeng was the head of the Jiangcheng City Bureau, Feng Jianguo was still a policeman under him, and he could afford this "brother".

But when he shouted so, it reminded the old minister of the past, the wrinkles on his face became more vivid, and the corners of his lips showed a smile.

"Don't be too busy to thank you. You have to temper her well, guard against arrogance and rashness! Look at what she becomes like an impulsive impulse this time, and where is the person who can make great things? Don't let her father and brother down The expectation is."

Feng Jianguo was startled, Zhao Ting had high hopes for Song Yuhang.

Also, she has been in the position of deputy of the Criminal Investigation Detachment for quite a long time, and there is no reward, unless...

Feng Jianguo's expression also became serious: "Zhao Ting, don't worry, I will beat her well when I go back this time."

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"Team Song, Officer Song, this time you are tired, hard, hard."

The prison guards came to send her out, and by the way gave her all her things, including her mobile phone and backpack.

Song Yuhang took it and opened it to see that the mechanical stick was still inside. She breathed a sigh of relief, looked at him and said, "Last time I did it, I was wrong..."

As she said, she raised her right hand to salute him: "I'm sorry, I solemnly apologize to you."

The prison guard was startled. She didn't know how many times her level was higher than him. She couldn't recover from her senses. She squatted and replied, "Ah...no...no...no...it doesn't matter."

The person sent by the Jiangcheng City Bureau to pick her up was Duan Cheng. There have been no homicides recently, and the living is young and leisurely. He waited at the gate of the detention center early and started to trumpet her when she came out.

"Team Song, here."

Song Yuhang ran over, but he hadn't seen the sun and talked to anyone for half a month. Everyone was kind.

"Why are you, Forensic Doctor Lin, have you gone back to work?"

Duan Chengxizi held his heart: "Ah, I feel sad for all the police officers of our Jiangcheng City Bureau. We are thinking of Team Song, who cares about tea and food, and there is only the forensic doctor Lin in our hearts."

Song Yuhang laughed and scolded: "Fuck you, you should be very relaxed when I'm not here."

Duan Cheng opened the door of the car to greet the people, weakly: "Easy, easy, too easy, even the cooking class almost went out to fight pornography, can it not be easy?"

Song Yuhang wanted to laugh, but the smile on her face finally faded, and she didn't speak again.

Duan Cheng turned his head and glanced at her as he drove, as if he knew what she was thinking, and whispered: "Forensic Doctor Lin took a long vacation. I heard... I heard that the injury was quite serious. The red-headed document given above is... In the event of a violation, she will not be held criminally liable, but she will have to bear the corresponding civil compensation, and file criticism from the party, record a major demerit, and leave her with no pay."

Song Yuhang tightened the corners of her lips, and her hands on her knees clenched into fists. After a long time, her closed eyes opened, and she breathed out, "Do you know which hospital she lives in?"

Duan Cheng shook his head: "I don't know, no one knows. Forensic Doctor Lin has done a great job of confidential work."

When the car drove to the gas station to refuel, Duan Cheng jumped out of the car and ran to the supermarket: "Song team, I'll buy something to eat. It will take a few hours to go back."

Song Yuhang got out of the car too: "Okay, you go, go around me."

There was a small newsstand next to the supermarket. She walked over and picked up a newspaper, turned to the legal edition, frowned, and called to check with the Criminal Investigation Headquarters Office of the Provincial Public Security Department.

"I, Song Yuhang, the alarm is..." She reported her name and position neatly, covered the receiver, and walked a little further.

"Have you dissected the body of the vulture? What was the cause of death? How could a vicious gangster make such a low-level mistake of falling into the water?"

The operator in charge of answering the phone recently answered such questions and had to say something: “It’s true that the provincial government organized justice, and dozens of forensic experts including sociologists worked together to dissect the remains. The result is no more true. It is true that he died by drowning, and there is no sign of homicide."

"Okay, thank you." Song Yuhang hung up, still a little uneasy.

She took out her mobile phone and wanted to call Zhao Ting to restart the investigation. She hung up after halfway through the call.

No, you can't fight, there is no evidence that Zhao Ting will not believe it, and this incident is a coincidence.

She and Lin Fan went to the provincial capital for a temporary purpose and did not tell anyone.

On the road, Lin Wei's car broke down one after another, and her car broke down halfway. These two coincidences, well, let's be regarded as a coincidence for the time being.

So, how did that scar face recognize Lin Wei?

She was disguised at the time, wearing sunglasses, a mask, and carrying a vegetable basket in her hand. She was not recognized after walking all the way. How could she be recognized by Scarface.

It's a coincidence and coincidence.

When Song Yuhang thought of this, he inevitably gritted his teeth.

Or is it that he has seen Lin Fan or seen Lin Fan's photos a long time ago, or the kind that he has pondered thousands of times before he can recognize it at a glance in the crowd, or...

She thought of a possibility, and a chill instantly rose from the sole of her feet.

Song Yuhang threw the newspaper and ran away. A bus back to the city happened to pass by. She rushed to the side of the road and waved her hand and got in the car smoothly. When Duancheng finished shopping, she came out of the supermarket and the gas station was empty.