My Dear Miss Medical Examiner

"Master, once the money is taken out, all Jingtai's current capital chain will be completely broken..." Facing the butler's bitterness, Lin Youyuan just shook his hands and handed over the signed documents.

"No need to persuade, just do it."

Steward Lin was silent for a while, sighed for a long time, and went out with the file.

In the dark room, he was sitting in a wheelchair facing the window alone in his pajamas, watching the heavy rain outside, stroking a rusty pistol in his hand, his eyes sighing.

"Old Song, he is back after all."

＊＊＊

Seven or eight in the evening is a good time for people to relax after tea and dinner.

In the teahouse, there was a lot of people, and the waiters who came and went were all dressed up in ancient costumes, with a white sweat towel on their shoulders, and a gray cloth apron around their waist. Respectfully put a pot of tea on the phoebe wooden table.

"Sir, the best Biluochun, please use it."

The waiter put down the tea cup to warm the cup for him, but was stopped by a wave of hands.

"Thank you, no need, I will call you again if necessary."

The waiter was startled, and met the old man's sight. Although his temples are white, his eyes are not showing, and he has a sense of majesty. The young man's heart jumped, bowed and retired, not forgetting to close the box door for him.

Across a carved wooden window, Daomadan, with a clear and beautiful voice downstairs, sang: "Many heroines also make contributions to kill the enemy for the country. They are the generations of heroes. Why are these women inferior? male……"

The clapper began to sing to the agitation.

The woman pushed in and took off the hood of her raincoat, revealing a beautiful face.

"Here," the old man greeted.

Without saying anything, the woman drank the tea she had grabbed from him, and wiped off the water stains on her lips with the back of her hand.

"Pour another glass, pour another glass, I'm thirsty."

Feng Jianguo reluctantly shook his head and drank the cup of water. It was really vulgar. He couldn't see the arrogance of a wealthy lady at all. But that's okay. It was precisely because Lin Fan had the experience of being born at the bottom and mixed with the three teachings and nine liu. He was extremely malleable. Strong, is the best candidate for undercover.

He poured a good cup of tea for her and pushed it over.

"hard."

Lin Nai twitched his lips, shook his head and smiled contemptuously. He took the cup of good tea, swallowed the dates, and drank it without any taste.

"Don't gossip, it's not easy to come out. Wang Qiang is dead. I haven't seen Master Ding."

Feng Jianguo nodded lightly: "I know."

The corpse dug up from the construction site is in the news, and it is the murder case within the jurisdiction of the city bureau.

"I will press down and find out what is on your head..."

Lin Nian squeezed a peanut and threw it into his mouth.

"Don't bother, your people can't get anything out of me."

A smile appeared on the corner of Feng Jianguo's lips, and he poured tea for himself.

Lin Nian seemed to remember something suddenly, staring at him holding the pot without moving his tone, his tone was a bit cold.

"You arranged for Song Yuhang to take people to the Huange Nightclub?"

"Ahem..." The person drinking tea on the other side was choked and waved his hands again and again.

"But it's not me. The order issued by the command center was sent to me and called them back immediately."

The expression on Lin Fei's face was hard to say, and the peanuts were not fragrant anymore.

"You don't want to see?"

The old man is quite gossip.

Lin Wei gritted his teeth: "Is it time to meet now?"

Damn, he almost didn't hold his face, almost lost everything.

Feng Jianguo knew it, and pressed down the teasing smile on his lips.

"A blunder, it can be considered a test."

Originally thought, the black hand behind her fake death would be able to stop for a while, Song Yuhang would be safer, who knew that she would have to jump into the fire pit by herself.

The moment Lin Nian saw her was really angrily, anxious, gratified and sad, and there were also some girls who were joyful in spring.

She calmly drank the last cup of tea of ​​the day and suppressed the blush on her face.

"Well, I have important information to tell you that there is a batch of goods worth..."

Lin Fan dipped his finger in the tea and wrote "two hundred million" stroke by stroke on the table.

"And, the buyer has been found."

＊＊＊

A hot pot restaurant where we usually have dinner together.

The air-conditioning in the store was full, the bottom of the red oil pot was rolling, but the few people had no appetite.

"Team Song, this case has already set up a special case team in the Municipal Bureau, so we are not allowed to follow along."

Zheng Chengrui said, still digging out the information collected from the intranet and handing it to her.

Song Yuhang was slightly grateful for holding this thin piece of paper.

"Thank you."

Duan Cheng also put down his chopsticks and said: "I was carrying the machine when I was dissecting today. Although I am not good at learning skills, I can still see whether a person was burned to death before death or the burning of the body after death."

"The fatal wound of Wang Qiang, the deceased, was a stab wound to the heart. It was killed by a stab, or from the back. It shows that the assailant was a very powerful man, and most likely was a tall and cruel man."

"But..." he whispered, seemingly afraid to say.

A smile appeared on the corner of Song Yuhang's lips, encouraging him with his eyes.

"Yes, great progress, anyway, it's all speculation, and it's okay to say boldly."

"If the strength is insufficient, a forensic doctor or doctor who is proficient in human anatomy and organ location can also be a fatal blow."

The faint smile on the corner of Song Yuhang's lips completely disappeared.

Fang Xin comforted her: "With the concerted efforts of the municipal bureau on this case, it will definitely come to light."

How could Song Yuhang bear to tell them that among their trusted colleagues in the Municipal Bureau, there are invisible inner ghosts staring at their every move, so her transfer and demotion may not be a bad thing.

She can only end up implicitly.

"Thank you, I will leave first, don't say you have seen me outside, I have already paid for this meal today, you open your belly to eat."

She glanced at Duan Cheng.

The other party knows, picks up his jacket and gets up.

"Team Song, I'll give it to you."

After leaving the box door, Song Yuhang refused to let him go any further, but turned and looked into his eyes.

"I'm not here during this time. The three of you had better act together. Fang Xin is a girl and a clerical worker. Take care of you, and so does Lao Zheng."

Song Yuhang thought of the appearance of Lao Zheng running out of breath every time he performed a task before, and he was a little amused suddenly.

Duan Cheng nodded, but still a little puzzled.

"Why, isn't it very safe in the city council?"

Song Yuhang didn't want to say more, patted him on the shoulder and left.

"Call me if you have something, see you next time."

＊＊＊

Following the address given by Zheng Chengrui, Song Yuhang found two places in succession, and this was the third one.

As soon as I entered, I was stopped by the security guard at the door.

"Hey, who did you do?"

Song Yuhang blinked his innocent eyes and handed over a pack of Chinese cigarettes.

"Find someone, Pei Jinhong, do you live here?"

The security guard received the cigarette, but still looked at her with some caution.

Song Yuhang smiled and said, "Hey, don't worry, why don't you do it, this woman owes a lot of money to my brother, and your hard work is indispensable when you get the money back."

As she said, she took the initiative to hand over a lighter to light his cigarette.

The security is very helpful: "The one that moved in the other day, right?"

Song Yuhang's eyes lit up: "Yes, you've seen it?"

"Hey, I've seen it, I live in 5 buildings and 1 unit 1808."

When she got a satisfactory answer, she was still not arrogant or impatient, and smiled: "Master Lao."

"I told you only if you were a woman. Men and women are generally not allowed in."

The security guard poked his head out of the guard box and took the lighter in her hand.

"Okay, don't say it was me."

Song Yuhang nodded as if pounding garlic: "That's natural, that's natural."

When he entered the elevator, Song Yuhang put on a peaked cap and a mask, and arrived on the eighteenth floor. There were cleaning tools and trolleys in the corridor, no one was around.

She thought for a while, walked over and pushed up, went straight to the door of 1808, and knocked on the door lightly.

The electronic eye, the red light of the miniature camera on the door flashed, fortunately, it was a disguise.

Song Yuhang calmly pressed the doorbell: "Miss, miss, are you there?"

After going to the bathroom, the cleaner came out and saw that the sweeping tools were missing, and he was so angry.

"Hey, which turtle grandson steals a broomstick?!"

It was raining today, and the floor at the door inevitably left signs of entry and exit, indicating that there were people living, but no one responded after knocking for so long, maybe it was not at home.

Song Yuhang took a step back and looked at the electronic lock. She brought her own siren. It is estimated that as soon as she pryed her front foot, the property on her back foot came up with security.

She looked at her watch and didn't know who was scolding her, and sneezed.

After a long delay, Song Yuhangfu pushed the cart back to the elevator entrance, got in by himself, and pressed the negative floor.

The cleaner who could not be found went back to the elevator room again, saw the cleaning tools left there intact, and rubbed his eyes suddenly: "It's weird, are you hell?"

Song Yuhang went down to the parking lot on the first floor, which was still under surveillance. She followed the floor signs to find parking spaces in Building 5.

Finally, I saw the scratchy white paint on the ground in a corner, with a few Arabic numerals scribbled: 180.

The half of the "8" is blocked by the rear wheel of a white car.

It should be Pei Jinhong's parking space.

Song Yuhang looked at the car. It was not too high-profile, but it was not very infrequent. It was in line with her identity and status.

There is no one at home, and you do not drive when you go out, indicating that the things you are going to do are mysterious and you don't want others to know, and the place is not very far away.

Whether you are taking a bus or taking a taxi, there is a risk of being caught by surveillance cameras. Only when you walk can you be submerged in the torrential crowd and become less conspicuous.

Song Yuhang took out his mobile phone, opened the map, locked a few locations, and walked away quickly.

＊＊＊

The song "Mulan" is not over yet, and the actor on stage is singing vigorously. Lin Fan has walked out of the teahouse and put on his raincoat and hood again.

She deliberately picked a different road along the long street and walked back. The alley was deep, and the water on the road marked the figure behind her.

Lin Nian glanced at it and turned into the alley calmly.

The person behind him hurriedly followed up into the alley.

Lin Fan quickened his pace, and the man also quickened his pace.

She slowed down, and the person was not far and close, and it seemed that she was being followed.

With a sneer at the corner of Lin Fan's lips, he stepped into the sidewalk, pressed against the root of the wall, looked at the man and looked left and right, seemingly hesitant, and then pierced in this direction.

She raised her hand to lift the raincoat and threw it into the trash can, stepped on the standing water, and started to walk quickly.

Seeing the sound of the person's footsteps getting away, she was about to rush out of the alley, and there were a few taxis parked across the alley.

Lin Nian was overjoyed, and ran over quickly, then his face became stiff and he froze in place.

Song Yuhang threw the cigarette away, stood up from the street lamp, did not open the umbrella, drizzle fell on her eyebrows.

She stared at her face as if to look into her soul.

"Yo, Miss Pei, meet again."

Ma yeah, it's really a **** narrow road.

Lin Yan rolled his eyes and almost fainted.

As the footsteps approached behind him, Song Yuhang blocked the way again, staring at him, his expression unkind.

There are wolves before and tigers behind.

Lin Fan gritted his teeth and backed away a few steps, not smiling.

"Yo, who are you?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she turned around quickly, oiled the soles of her feet, and slipped faster than a rabbit.

Song Yuhang's expression changed, and he drew his legs to keep up.

"Don't run, stop!"

The man who was chasing Lin Fan behind heard the movement, and saw a black shadow rushing in from the building in front of him, and a switchblade popped out and got in.

This is a common tubular building in villages in the city. It connects east and west and connects north and south. There are various mahjong halls, restaurants, song and dance halls, massage shops and demolished households hidden in the building.

Song Yuhang gritted her teeth and chased downstairs and glanced up. Lin Fan pulled away the child's toy car. The child cried loudly. She ran over the laundry tub and ran away.

It's so neat.

Song Yuhang was itching with hatred. He watched her running upstairs, and he was running downstairs. Seeing that the corridor of the building in front was connected with this building, he climbed up with his legs and tried to stop her from the front.

Lin Nian glanced at him. There was no sign of the person downstairs. Most of them were stopping her in front, but the stalker behind him still chased her.

She gritted her teeth, endured the smell of blood in her throat, raised her foot and ran to the third floor, lifted the curtain of a mahjong hall, and stumbled in.

"Oh, where is the woman who hugs him?"

"Hurry up, it's your turn, can't you get out?"

"Out, out, touch."

"All, touch yourself, you're crazy!"

...

The mahjong hall is full of voices and smoke, men and women, young and old.

Lin Nian pinched her nose and passed through the crowd, but it was also fortunate that this person gave her a moment of respite.

The man following her also plunged in, looking at each other, all looking at the knife in his hand.

It was quiet for a while, and the sound of rubbing mahjong sounded again.

"Come, come, go on, place a bet, place a bet! Whoever loses, whoever wins, buy to leave!"

From the corner of his eye, I saw a black coat rushing into the crowd, and the man carrying the knife followed quietly.

Lin Fei walked away, pushed aside the crowd, and couldn't help looking behind him. Although the tube building was small, there was a cave. The shops were all connected together. After the mahjong pavilion opened the door, a pedicure shop was opened.

It is better to say that it is a shop front than a small family workshop. Small rooms are separated by inferior pink veils, and ambiguous whispers of men and women spread from the bamboo mats.

"Yo, be careful~ tap it."

"Oh, it's there, try hard."

"Oh, Lord, did I press it for you, or did you press the whole body for me?"

The woman's barbell smile came out.

Lin Yan had a numb scalp, stumbled forward, pushed open the wooden door covered with old newspapers, and hit the man's chest head on.

The man is wearing a mask, she doesn't recognize it.

Lin Yan backed up a few steps, and watched him raise the knife, a cold light flashed by.

She ducked sideways, knocked over the coffee table in embarrassment, slashed the wooden door with a knife, and smashed the newspaper.

"Who?!" A man and a woman who heard the movement was massaging finally recovered, and saw a woman with a disheveled hair rolling into the veil.

The massage girl screamed.

The man stabbed in with a knife.

Lin Fei kicked him on his knee, with little strength, and didn't knock him over.

The man was startled, Lin Fan picked up the clothes that had fallen on the ground and smashed it over his head.

He was busy opening the smelly clothes covering his head, Lin Wei jumped onto the table with a sprint, knocked open the glass window with his shoulder, and rolled into the corridor.

The man finally shook off the smelly clothes, took a knife and pucked it several times. When he took a look at the window, there were only broken glass ballasts and a few drops of blood on the ground.

I couldn't help but scolded several times: Damn it.

Turned his head and rushed out of the room.

A man and a woman sitting on the bed looked at each other in shock, "What's wrong, is this?"

Lin Nian clutched his shoulders and walked forward, his breath was as heavy as a bellows.

Song Yuhang was already on the fourth floor and glanced downstairs, just in time to see her entering a dance hall.

She turned her head and raised her feet downstairs, and touched in too.

The music in the ballroom was deafening, and the lights turned on sluggishly, but no one noticed her injured and embarrassed look.

Lin Yan pushed aside the crowd, slid to the back door, pushed open the heavy fire normally closed door, and reached the fire exit.

She leaned against the wall and closed her eyes slightly for a while, swallowing her saliva, her chest rising and falling, and her face pale.

After a few deep breaths, the smell of rust in his throat gradually dissipated.

Lin Fan raised his foot and walked down, and a figure emerged from the darkness, covering the only trace of light in the corridor.

Song Yuhang pressed forward step by step.

"Miss Pei, why do you run as soon as you see me? Where are you going?"

"Or, you know you have done something wrong and dare not face the police, or..."

She stared at her face that was very similar to Lin Wei, and the smile on the corner of her lips was dangerous and meaningful.

"What's the secret."

Lin Fan had already gone downstairs, but she was forced to come back step by step.

Running, she was in full fashion and could only be tied with her, not to mention that this fragile body was injured again, and if she could fight, she would have dealt with that man a long time ago.

If you don't run, meet her eyes, her voice, and her whole person, she will inevitably shake her heart.

However, this situation is not when the children are in love right now, the assassin who is chasing her is still on the way, and has not completely escaped the pursuit.

Staying here again will only drag her into danger together.

Lin Fangan laughed twice: "Secrets? I'm a serious person in a small business, how can I have any secrets?"

"Then what are you running?" Song Yuhang deceived him and looked at her condescendingly.

Lin Nian shrank back and took another step.

"Of course, you are too vicious. The police are chasing me. Can I not run?"

Fierce and evil?

Song Yuhang touched his face. Usually, only people praised her for her beauty and her heroism. It was the first time she heard this adjective, and she was a little puzzled.

However, there is not much nonsense with individual traffickers. The woman in front of her is also involved in a murder case and is a dangerous person.

Song Yuhang was about to touch the handcuffs from behind his waist: "Come on, don't do bad things at ordinary times. Why would you be afraid that the police will come and follow me..."

Before the words "take a trip" could blurt out, Lin Tiyuguang caught a pair of black shoes upstairs slowly stepping down. It was the person who had just chased her.

The knife in his hand reflected a cold light through the iron railings in the corridor.

Lin Yan's pupils shrank, clutching Song Yuhang's collar and closing her eyes, he leaned forward, blocking the rest of her words tightly in her throat.

She stood tall, and the weight of her whole body was weighed on her by her inertia.

Lin Nian held her face, and Song Yuhang’s lips were cold. This familiar touch made her spine numb almost instantly. One could not stand steady, and both of them risked falling off.

Between the sparks and flints, Song Yuhang's instinctive reaction was to put his arms around her waist and turn around, and then he pushed the person against the wall to stabilize his figure.

The man chasing her heard the movement and ran down with the knife in his hand, thinking it was Lin Fan, but saw such a lingering scene.

Song Yuhang wears a peaked cap and a bunch of short hair behind his ears. He is much taller than an average woman, and you can't see men and women from behind.

The corridor was dim, and the person in her arms couldn't see his face clearly, and the two of them hugged tightly and kissed hard to separate.

The deafening background music of the song and dance hall came out, and it was mostly passionate men and women running out of it.

The man slowly put down the knife in his hand and walked towards them step by step.

Lin Nian's heart beating like a drum, holding Song Yuhang's neck with his arms, keeping this posture, he did not dare to breathe.

After a brief, electric shock, Song Yuhang finally saw who the face in front of him was.

Although she looks like her, it is not her after all.

There was a feeling of guilt for Lin Nai suddenly in her heart, and she subconsciously raised her hand to throw her away.

The man had walked behind them and was casting a peeking look. Of course Song Yuhang was aware of it.

Her hairs stood up before the danger came.

Lin Fan had already entangled her again, clutching her clothes behind her back, a plea of ​​water overflowed from the bottom of her eyes, and at the same time, slightly stretched out her tongue.

If it was only an electric shock just now, then it was a raging fire that instantly burned out reason.

After Lin Nian left, she never, never got close to anyone again, and facing such a mysterious face, the water overflowing from those eyes was exactly the same as Lin Nian's expression when he was accustomed to begging her for joy.

"Pei Jinhong"'s every move, every frown, is pulling her most fragile nerve.

In particular, the two people are too close, tiptoe to tiptoe, belly to belly, breathe, lips and teeth crisscross.

It's strange, it's obviously to avoid danger. After falling into her arms, she felt extremely safe. Lin was tired of holding her neck, afraid that she could see something, and closed her eyes slightly. In fact, tears were already in her eyes and her hands and feet were weak.

It would be good to be able to take advantage of this opportunity to get close to her again.

God knows how much she missed her.

As a result, Lin Nai turned from pretense to sincere.

She stood on tiptoe slightly and sent herself up.

The summer clothes are light, soft and soft, and the hem is exposed because of her movements.

Song Yuhang's cold belt buckled on his waist and brought a tremor of soul.

Each other's breathing is a bit messy.

Song Yuhang didn't know that she was hurt, but felt that she could no longer let her behave like this. After a brief period of loss, he pinched her shoulders and separated the two people inch by inch.

Perhaps because of the pain, Lin Fan's face was pale, and he let out a muffled groan from his throat. It was not the same when it was heard in other people's ears.

The man opened his eyes in a hurry, seemingly speechless, and quickly walked downstairs with a knife.

When the crisis was resolved, Lin Nian squinted his eyes slightly. From the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of him disappearing into the corridor. He was relieved, let go of her completely, and panted slightly.

Before she could speak, Song Yuhang raised his right hand high, and the palm wind broke through the air.

Lin Fan turned his head and closed his eyes and smiled sadly, waiting for the slap to fall.

After a long while, I didn't wait for a clean slap.

Song Yuhang's eyes were red.

She raised her eyes and mocked her: "Fight, why didn't you fight?"

Song Yuhang held her collar against the wall and snarled, "Don't think I dare not hit you, I am, I just..."

She just can't do it.

The devotion and tenderness that just appeared on Pei Jinhong's face for a moment made her feel that Lin Nang was kissing her, and that feeling was too real.

She was dreaming, tears filled her eyes.

It turned out that she was not the only one who was secretly hurt.

Looking at her appearance, Lin Nian was both sad and pleased, but for some reason, there was a hint of amusement.

Song Yuhang cleansed herself up for her, and was madly absent from her.

The dignified criminal investigation captain, who has always been a mature and serious, staid ascetic person, probably did not expect one day to be kissed by a "drug dealer" on his head.

Lin Nian thought about it, and he really laughed sarcastically, with tears in the corners of his eyes.

"Ha—what a decent pretense, you obviously enjoyed it just now, didn’t you?"

As she said, she brushed her hand away and pulled her clothes away.

"Goodbye, oh, no, never see you again, goodbye." Lin Fan was about to walk away from her.

A crisp sound came from my ear.

Song Yuhang dragged the person back, put the key in his right clothes pocket, and shook the handcuffs with her left hand.

"The suspect who was caught after hard work, how can I let her go?"

At the end of the story, there is a bit of bitterness and hatred: "Do you think it is, Miss Pei."