My Dear Miss Medical Examiner

The bus drove into the service area, and the tourists got off in twos and threes to go to the bathroom for convenience or a walk. Lin Fanming came out of the crowd, wearing a woolen hat and a mask, and wearing a humble windbreaker. He also went to the bathroom. When he came out and stood outside to wash his hands, Yu Guang caught a glimpse of the Interpol's car reflected on the mirror and drove in. To the gas station opposite.

She froze for a moment, shook the drops of water on her hand twice, hid in the shadows, and walked into the car with a few other ordinary tourists.

When I got into the car, I looked out through the glass. A familiar person stood at the entrance of the canteen to buy water, and moved a box directly into the car.

After she left, several people sprang out from the side of the gas station. One of the gas station employees pointed out the direction she was leaving. Song Yuhang’s police car had just left the gas station, and another black car in the service area followed immediately. Up.

The bus departed. The mountain road was narrow, but there was not much traffic on the road. The black car still followed from a short distance.

When the bus and the black car passed by, Lin Yan glanced down. The fuzzy outline of the driver was reflected on the brown glass, and she couldn't see her face, but she could clearly see what was in the passenger seat.

Lin Yan's pupils shrank, and he subconsciously took out his mobile phone to send a message to Song Yuhang: You have been followed.

He gritted his teeth abruptly in the middle of the word.

No, I can't tell her, it will also expose my whereabouts.

There was a sharp bend ahead, and the police car deliberately slowed down to let the bus pass first. Lin Wei stretched out his hand and pulled the curtain down. The phone screen lit up, and Song Yuhang's message was heard.

When she saw this name, she was a little bit worried. Could it be that she would recognize herself after passing by for a second?

When I clicked it with a sense of anxiety, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Yuhang: "What are you doing?"

I have nothing to say.

Lin Fan rolled his eyes: "At home, on vacation."

I handily sent her the photos of swimming in the courtyard before to prove the authenticity.

Duan Cheng inadvertently glanced over and saw Lin Wei on Song Yuhang’s phone was very cool in a bikini, with curly hair draped over his shoulders, holding a glass of red wine in his hand, sitting on the edge of the pool, turning his head slightly without a smile on his face. More and more glamorous and enchanting.

She blended two completely different styles into a natural blend.

Duan Cheng had an expression of "Are you familiar enough to send pornographic photos to each other?"

Song Yuhang was alert and snapped the screen of the phone. It was obvious that no one else said anything, but her cheeks were inexplicably hot.

After a while, she turned sideways slightly and replied to Lin Wei, "Can you not be so emotional in broad daylight?"

Lin Fan almost jumped from the screen of the phone and scratched her, sending out several angry expressions in a row: "Fuck you!"

A faint smile appeared at the corner of Song Yuhang's lips. That's what he said, but he still kept the photo quietly.

Lin Fan looked at her head, and inherited the style of this person's usual veteran cadre, with a gun and a national emblem pressed on the black training uniform that says Police.

She continued to post some irrelevant topics, but Lin Tien didn't reply again, thinking of the car that had just followed her, and gradually tightened the corners of her lips.

The phone was pinched with sweat.

Lin Fan rubbed his eyebrows, but turned it over again and typed with her.

Song Yuhang, who hadn't waited for a reply for a long time, was slightly taken aback, and when he looked at "The other party is typing", the corners of his lips suddenly smiled.

Lin Fan only said five words: "You... pay attention to safety."

I don’t know why, every time she cares about and is encouraged by her, Song Yuhang always feels that her heart is full of strength. Maybe it’s because she is a bit bitter and mean, unkind, and worldly, so the occasional care becomes more and more obvious. More precious.

"it is good."

She thought about it, and added: "Wait for me to come back."

What are you doing when you come back?

Lin Nian twitched the corners of his lips, showing a disdainful smile, and threw the phone into his bag again.

Anyway, what she can do has been done, and all the reminders have been reminded. The rest is blessing or curse, it all depends on her good fortune.

She would never allow any variables to interfere with her investigation, not even Song Yuhang.

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After the provincial road is the winding mountain road, the concrete pavement is bumpy, and when the group of people is shaken, Wuli Town finally arrives.

The town is not big, the one that can be seen at a glance, the green hills in the distance, the gray roads under the feet, the few buildings that have been completely repaired and high are government departments and state-owned enterprises, and there are no people on the street. Occasionally, a few villagers with baskets on their backs were on their way. The car drove all the way, only to see a postal bank with the door still open, and it was also a door.

The people from the Wuli Town Police Station had been waiting at the door for a long time. Seeing the police car came and stopped, the director immediately rushed to shake hands.

"Song team is good, Song team is good, it's rare for the leaders in the city to come over, hard work, hard work, prepare some game and hope that the leaders will appreciate..."

Song Yuhang took his hand out of his palm without a trace: "Never mind the game, just take a bite in the cafeteria. Brothers all have a task and can't delay."

Although he is the director of the police station, Song Yuhang is the deputy director of the Municipal Bureau and the leader of the task force. The administrative level is one level higher than him, and the official is also higher than him. So even though Song Yuhang refuted the opponent, he still followed him. Nodding and bowing beside her.

"Well, the canteen is fine too. Try our specialties. It's the time to eat the fungus..."

The rest of the people took their seats one after another. The director of the police station winked at the people below, and someone immediately came over to pass a cigarette: "I heard that the Song team has been smoking China..."

It's not good to handle cases, but it's quite clever to figure out the minds of the people above.

Song Yuhang smiled and said, "No, give it to the brothers below."

The head of the police station looked stiff, but Song turned upright again: "The City Bureau attaches great importance to this case. If it is done, it will be a great achievement. I will report it truthfully."

The economy is backward in a small place, and the folkway is simple and honest, and there may not be a chance for promotion in a lifetime. Song Yuhang is just mentioning him.

The head of the police station showed joy on his face, and he waved his hand to let the miscellaneous people wait down.

"Well, well, then Team Song will eat first, and we will talk while we eat."

"Twenty years ago, I was still working at the grassroots level..."

While eating, Duan Cheng thought to himself: You are also working at the grassroots level now.

"I remember there was such a person named Yu Xinye in Xiaohe Village."

Song Yuhang raised his eyebrows slightly, and the other party understood: "I have the impression that Xiaohe Village used to live on tin mines. Basically, most people in the village worked in the mines. It was very unfortunate that year. Dozens of people died due to safety accidents, collapses and ceilings, and the leaders of the province came. Among the dead, there was a person named Yu Xinye who was brought out together with my colleagues."

At that time, the Ministry of Public Security’s intranet had not yet taken shape, and the transcripts of county chronicles were all handwritten, and the director of the police station asked someone to bring a thick yellowed page.

The musty smell of old books came over his face. Song Yuhang put down his chopsticks and quickly found the whole story of the mine disaster in Xiaohe Village according to the catalog index.

The person who wrote the book at that time wrote very clearly that eleven people were killed. Song Yuhang scrolled down and found Yu Xinye's name in the last column of the dead.

Song Yuhang's brows frowned: "Since it was a death, why is it that the Ministry of Public Security's intranet now writes about death due to illness?"

The head of the police station shook his head: "I don’t know, it may be a long time ago, and it’s not always true that the personnel entered have mistakenly remembered. However, the forensic doctor of the county public security bureau also did the body screening and identification at that time. What may be found during the autopsy not always……"

Speaking of this, he was afraid that Song Yuhang would be held accountable for them, he smirked, and put a large piece of chicken on the plate in front of her.

"What we reported was the death. As for how people wrote it and what happened to the city bureau, we don’t know this. It’s not within our scope of responsibility. Team Song, eat vegetables, eat vegetables, don’t just eat. Ah, take a sip, take a sip, and pour it up and down to all of you brothers."

Song Yuhang covered his cup: "Thank you, don't drink at work."

Seeing her like this, other people dared to drink any more and put down their cups one after another.

Duan Cheng glanced at that Maotai, and his face was full of bulls: It's a pity, if forensic doctor Lin was there, the prohibition order would be resolved, and he would be able to follow along.

"Is the forensic doctor who was responsible for the autopsy alive now?"

"Yes, yes, we are from Wuli Town, but, it's just..." The police station chief was hesitant to speak.

"Just what?" Song Yuhang frowned, slightly unhappy.

"Just go and see."

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The only sanatorium in the town, funded by the government, is surrounded by soil slopes and barbed wire. For fear that these unconscious old people will run out, there is only a small rusty iron gate that can only enter and exit.

The dean led them inside: "The people who live here are all five-guarantee households, and there are no relatives at home, and their brains are..."

He clicked on his temple and said no more.

The courtyard is not big. There are a few concrete table tennis tables, which are covered with leaves. It rained a few days ago and gave off a smell of rotten vegetable leaves.

The sanatorium is only two stories high and there are a dozen people sparsely populated. When they reached the fifth room on the second floor, the dean knocked on the door: "Old Li, Old Li, someone is coming to see you."

He hadn't waited for a response for a long time, and pushed the door. The wooden door creaked, but it was not closed.

"Hey, old Li can't eat it!"

The gray-haired old man was lying on the ground and licking his own excrement with his tongue. The dean rushed over and helped him up, pulling him back, while pinching his nose and said: "Come on, take this Pack up... Pack up!"

The cleaner in the corridor heard the movement and ran over with the broom.

Song Yuhang kept looking at him.

The old man's gray hair was almost finished, sticking together one by one, and the clothes on his body were also dirty. One of his feet was wearing shoes, the other was not wearing shoes, and was still stained with filth.

He seemed to be an ordinary old man who was poor and poor-minded. He sat on the bed and didn't speak. His hands had begun to shrink and curled up together. He couldn't help but sway, and his mouth was plausible.

"Eat, eat, eat..."

Song Yuhang took out the bread he bought in the morning from his bag and motioned to the dean to pass it over. Before he could pass it to him, the old man snatched it and stuffed it in his mouth desperately. The cake scum stuck to his beard. The corners of the mouth fell down.

It's really pitiful.

The dean was afraid that the leader from the city would have an opinion, and hurriedly said: "We usually have enough food, and we won't let the old people..."

Halfway through his words, he was blushed by Song Yuhang's actions.

She dug out a food bag from her bag and filled the rest of the food. The rest of the police also turned her bag and handed her the food. Duan Cheng stuffed all his favorite potato chips. Went in.

Song Yuhang threw it back to him again, laughing and scolding: "The old man can't eat this."

In the end, I took out a few RMB from my wallet, leaving only two hundred yuan in emergency, and put the money on the table together with the plastic bag.

"It's not easy to work at the grassroots level, but it is necessary to feed the old people well. I will tell the above when I go back. It is estimated that the financial allocation will have to wait a while.

This remark has two meanings. One is that he should not treat retirees from government departments harshly, and the other is that he will truthfully report their urgent needs.

The dean was grateful and angry, and he was busy responding: "Yes, yes, for sure, for sure, please don't worry, the leader."

Lin Fan sat on the top of the building, gnawing on half of a white-faced bun in his hand, watching the real-time transmission on the tablet, and snorted disdainfully: "I still love to be nosy."

"Old man, my name is Song Yuhang, a policeman from the Jiangcheng Public Security Bureau..." Song Yuhang said, squatting down, pointing to the police sign on his body, and patted the armband again, fearing that he would not understand it, and repeated it again.

"I, the policeman, would like to ask you, do you know a man named Yu Xinye?"

She took a photo out of her pocket and handed it to the old man.

The old man stuffed bread in his mouth, touched a banana after eating, and stuffed it into his mouth without knowing that it was peeling.

"Eh -" Song Yuhang quickly took it with his hand, peeled the skin and handed it to him.

The dean said helplessly, "Alzheimer's has been more than ten years old, and I can't remember anything. I guess it's nothing."

Song Yuhang turned around and motioned to them all to go out.

Alzheimer's is not fake, but the dodge in the eyes of that photo is not fake.

When everyone was gone, and the old man was still eating, Song Yuhang opened another bottle of mineral water to him: "You drink slowly."

She was patient, but the old man was a little anxious, choking and coughing again and again, and vomiting out everything he had just eaten in his mouth.

A stench filled the room, and Song Yuhang got up and patted his back gently, waited for people to calm down, and then used the broom against the corner to clean up.

The old man's eyes followed her every move, from the Great Wall on the armband to the soft warning sign on the chest to the two bars and one star on the epaulettes.

Finally it fell on the food bag and money placed on the table.

The old man moved his lips and started to eat again.

After Song Yuhang had done everything, he moved a pony to him, took out the nail clippers to cut his nails, cleaned up the dirt inside, and did not dislike his smell.

As for the case, she didn't mention a word.

When he finished cutting his nails, Song Yuhang fetched water again to scrub his hands and face, and smooth the sticking hair.

Finally, it was the finishing of the sheets and quilts. Song Yuhang opened the window to let the sun shine in, and hung the quilt on the iron railing outside the window sill.

"Elderly, the quilt needs to be exposed to the sun more. If you can't get it by yourself, let the caregiver do it for you."

The old man is still ah, ah, I don't know if he is listening.

Song Yuhang smiled, turned and left, and after two steps he heard the old man spit out a clear word: "Ye... Ye..."

Song Yuhang was shocked, fell back, and put on the old man's knees: "Ye... Ye what? Do you know anything about Yu Xinye?"

The old man was swinging with his right hand, his teeth leaking, and his speech slurred: "Ye...Ye...Ye is not a leaf..."

Song Yuhang was confused, but no matter how she asked, the old man couldn't utter half of the extra words.

It was not until dark that Song Yuhang came out with a little disappointment. She walked out of the yard and looked at the window again. She always felt that something was wrong, and her heart lingered with faint anxiety.

On the other side of the building, Lin Nian clenched the rope tightly, her body stretched into a straight line in mid-air.

Damn, fortunately, my old lady is quick to respond.

When the group of people walked away, she turned up again and jumped in through the window opened by Song Yuhang. She stuck the old man’s neck tightly, covered his mouth, and dragged the person into the darkness of the moonlight. in the corner.

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Walking out of the gate of the sanatorium, the director of the police station had been waiting long ago, and took the initiative to pass a cigarette up.

Still China.

Song Yuhang was upset and didn't refuse, so he picked it up.

"Is the distant relative of Yu Xinye's family still alive? Shouldn't it..." Song Yuhang took a couple of sips, and the usual cigarette seemed dull, and he missed the lady's cigarette that Lin Nian handed her a little.

For a while, she couldn't tell whether she missed the cigarette or the person who handed it to her.

"Alive, alive, I came to the Dibao Bureau last month."

Song Yuhang didn't speak, and made a gesture to indicate that he would set off now. The director of the police station chased after two more steps: "Hey, hey, Song Team, don't worry, there are still more than ten kilometers on the road to Xiaohe Village, and the cement has not been passed It’s all gravel roads. It’s very difficult to walk. The mountain road has eighteen bends. This year there is still a poverty alleviation team planted in the ditch. When dawn, I will find a few skilled hands to send the Song team to the Song team. It's time to rest, rest."

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Song Yuhang lay on the cold hardwood bed of the guest house tossing and turning, in the double room, Fang Xin next door was already asleep, breathing evenly.

She took the phone out of her pocket and wanted to send a message to Lin Fan. The chat interface was still stuck on the picture she sent.

Song Yuhang turned over, looked at her slender neck and beautiful figure, and remembered the scene of a blind date in the car that day.

She seemed to have never thought of anyone like this except for Lin Fan.

She felt crazy at that moment.

Lin Nian clutched her clothes, raised her head slightly, and panted hard, the hand on her shoulder was so weak.

She is not a girl who has no power to restrain the chicken. At a certain moment, Song Yuhang even felt that she was catering to herself.

The touch was so good that she went crazy, she had never had it in the first 35 years.

She has always been a calm, self-preserving and self-cleaning person, smoking or drinking, she is enough to stop, never being too addicted to making herself addicted.

but……

Song Yuhang stood up, took a deep breath, lifted the quilt, got out of bed, and went to the bathroom to tidy up.

Just thinking about her will...

Song Yuhang turned on the faucet and slapped water on his face. This is too **** bullshit. He must have been under too much pressure to solve the case recently, and he hasn't punched for a long time. There is nowhere to vent his extra energy.

Yes, it must be so.

Song Yuhang took a few more sips of cold water to rinse his mouth, forced himself to calm down, and walked to the corridor to blow the air.

She leaned against the wall and played with the lighter. She didn't turn it upside down for a while, and held it firmly in her hand every time.

Thoughts drifted far and wide.

She even thought of herself in her childhood, staggering and running behind her father and brother.

After becoming a police officer, the elder brother stood in the crowd and clapped desperately for her.

Then, the culprit put a gun to his brother's head...

Song Yuhang frowned, the lighter he threw out did not catch, and fell to the ground with a bang.

She leaned over to pick it up, and Lin Wei's warning echoed in her ears: You...Be careful.

Song Yuhang was taken aback, and suddenly settled, thinking about the meeting with Li Bin in the afternoon, as if a light split the chaos.

Ye... Ye... He kept repeating this word, homophonic with the word "夜", would he also be saying, let her see him at night?

Song Yuhang picked up the lighter and quickly turned around and ran down the stairs.

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"Don't **** pretend to be dead, I know you are not crazy." Lin Nian slapped his face with a dagger, pressed his neck and forced him to look up at him.

"Do you know this person?"

The person in the photo is Chu Nan.

The old man's mouth was blocked, and he could only make hoarse monosyllables.

Lin Nian was impatient at hearing, and slapped the photo on his face with a slap.

"I know you did the autopsy on her." She turned around the house a little anxiously, and the smile on that beautiful face faded and became darker in the night.

Lin Wei turned around abruptly, gritted his teeth and said, "I don’t have a good future. I finally got out of this mountain. Why do I have to ask myself to go back to my place of origin? Did you find out something?! Didn’t you?! Tell me? Me! Tell me!"

She snarled and shook the old man's shoulders.

An unpleasant smell came out, and Lin Yan looked down and was startled.

The old man had rolled his eyes, convulsed all over, sweating profusely.

Lin Fan put the dagger aside, took the rag covering his mouth, and shook his head: "Hey—"

Before he finished his words, the old man's head dropped to one side, dying.

Lin Nianfei quickly untied the rope tied to him, picked him up and put him on the bed, pulled away his dirty clothes, lay down to listen to his heart sounds, and then touched his carotid artery pulsation.

The secret road made a bad sound.

She rummaged around for the drugs commonly used by the elderly, picked out a bottle of nitroglycerin from the drawer, opened his mouth and stuffed a piece under the tongue coating, and then started CPR.

"Damn, don't die, don't die, if you die, my clue will be broken, and Chu Nan will never again..." Lin Fan's eyes were hot, and her arm was sore that she couldn't lift her up, and she leaned over to her mouth. Blow into your mouth.

The old man's chest was slowly undulating. After several repetitions, he had spontaneous breathing, and his carotid arteries resumed pulsation.

Lin was tired of getting off his strength, staggering back a few steps, a touch of sweat on his forehead, only to realize that his vest was soaked in the cool autumn night.

The old man's muddy eyes moved, and his voice was like rough sandpaper scratched on the glass: "You... didn't you come to kill me?"

"Nonsense." Lin Fei took a few steps forward, took out a bottle of mineral water from the plastic bag Song Yuhang brought, unscrewed the bottle cap and took it farther, pour it with a big mouth.

After a long time, she was full, and then the drops of water on the corners of her lips touched: "If I want to kill you, I will do it as soon as I enter the door. Why wait until now."

The old man turned his gaze back again and returned to his sluggishness.

Lin Fan put the mineral water bottle on the table: "Hey, you are really interesting, I want to kill you, but you are willing to talk to me. I saved you and you don’t say anything. You know what the grace of dripping is. Do you report to Yongquan?"

Li Bin didn't pay attention to her at all, Lin got anxious, and took the dagger to his neck again: "Believe it or not, I really killed you!"

The old man closed his eyes and motioned to her to do it quickly.

Lin was so angry that her wrists were trembling. She gritted her teeth, and a fierce rush came out of her eyes. She raised her dagger high, and slammed it down on the person on the bed.

A strong wind blew his face, Li Bin's throat tightened, but he didn't wait for the pain he expected.

He opened his eyes, a sharp blade dangling from the pillow.

Lin Yan let go, took a step back, and bumped into the opposite table.

She covered her face with her hand, and there was a tingle in her voice: "I'm sorry, I just want to find out the truth for my friend, revenge and hate, I don't want her... She is unclear..."

After Chu Nan passed away, because the cause of death was bizarre enough, he was a regular guest in the newspaper for a period of time, and people talked after dinner.

Lin Fan could hear such remarks no matter where he went:

"Is it because your private life is indiscriminate? Someone has been offended, otherwise, how could the other party make such a cruel hand?"

"Hey, isn't her father a murderer? Is this a cycle of heaven and retribution?"

"That's not right, people are watching the sky, they don't do bad things at ordinary times, and the night shift is not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door. How come there are so many women in Jiangcheng, people just pick her to start?"

"Not yet...hehehe!"

......

Lin Fan would rush up with his fist every time, sometimes he could beat him, but more often he couldn't.

She was kicked to the ground, punched and kicked, and her head was bled.

"Damn, bitch, bitch! Don't you have two bad money?!"

"Playing with the murderer's daughter, you are not a good thing, bah!"

The other party spit on her face with a thick sputum and walked away.

Lin Fan was rolling in the mud, the rain poured down his head and face, light red blood seeping from the hair, his stiff fingers moved, and he touched a brick.

She gritted her teeth and got up from the ground: "Hey—"

When the other party turned around, she slapped her head down, "Fuck you, go to hell!"

It took a long time for such a muddle-headed life. No, it can be said that since Chu Nan's bad news was learned, her world has never been sunny again.

The dead have passed away, leaving the living with endless remorse and gossip.

Lin Wei saw one beating one by one. During another street fight, Mother Chen rushed over with her rolling pin, red eyes and yelled, "Don't fight, don't fight!"

While holding her in his arms, Lin Wei decided that no matter how difficult it is in this life, she will fight for the truth to the last moment of her life.

This moment is no exception.

Lin Nian sniffed twice and turned his back to stabilize his emotions, not wanting people to see himself so embarrassed.

The old man looked at her, his throat moved, and when he was about to talk, he coughed again.

Lin Nao wiped the corner of his eyes, turned around, and held him to check his situation: "Don't move, what else do you have heart disease? Tell me."

"You... are you a doctor?" The old man blushed as he coughed.

"No, although I am a forensic doctor, basic medicine is also a required course. Lie down and don't move."

"Fa...Doctor..." The old man chewed on these two words, a look suddenly radiated from his eyes, and he held her hand tightly, as if he had something to say.

Lin Nian touched his pulse and was very unstable. He didn't bring his mobile phone. If he continued like this, his life would be in danger, so he had to take another pill of nitroglycerin and give it to him: "I know you did it too. For most of your life’s forensic doctors, don’t talk, I’ll go to a doctor, and you’ll be fine. You can tell me slowly when you’re done."

She smiled reluctantly, as if she was comforting the old man, but also comforting herself: "You are very important to me, I can't let you die."

The old man nodded, and Lin Fan withdrew and left.

As soon as she stepped out of the room, a black shadow came in through the window, tiptoedly closed the glass, walked to the old man's bed, and pulled down the mask.

Li Bin's pupils shrank suddenly, his face was full of fright, and he babbled and couldn't speak.

The man in black reached out his hand and covered his mouth.