My Dear Miss Medical Examiner

"Miss Lin, what is your mentality to testify for the suspect this time?"

"Ms. Lin, are you sure that your autopsy result can convince the judge and affect the verdict?"

"I heard that the suspect's father is the boss of Xinye Company, and the Lin Group has business dealings with Xinye Company. Is this true?"

"Ms. Lin, it is rumored that you and Zhang Dong of Zhongcheng Group are close..."

As soon as she got out of the car, she was surrounded by the media, the spotlights flashed randomly, and all kinds of spears and guns came to her.

The housekeeper guarded her as she walked in. The bodyguards cleared the way, but the person in the middle of the storm always held a face that was not shocked, and did not raise his brows in the face of all kinds of tricky and weird problems.

until-

Lin Fan took off his sunglasses, with a playful smile on the corners of his lips, looking at the banners and wreaths that were placed on the steps of the highest courtyard.

"Unscrupulous forensic doctors testify for the murderer, it is not good to die!"

"Heartless and reckless forensic doctors get out of the judiciary!"

"Miss—" The butler wanted to go out to stop.

Lin Fan put his sunglasses back on again, and even whistled happily: "Next time, change to a better photo."

The black-and-white portrait of the woman in the wreath has high eyebrows and prominent cheekbones, unlike the gentle and feminine image in the traditional aesthetics. Her eyes are always a little high above, and the smile from the corners of the lips seems to mock this absurd world.

In the front space preparing for the trial, Lin Fan changed into the uniform of the institute, a striped shirt and a white coat. It was different from the red cross armband and chest mark of a general doctor. The initials of the institute were abbreviated in English on the chest, and the logo was dark blue. Colored pyramid pattern.

Everything was ready, and the lawyer talked with her as she walked: "This time the other party is here prepared, is the evidence in your hand sufficient to support his exemption?"

Lin Wei shrugged and said that there was nothing he could do: "The judge has the final say. I take the money to do things, and I am only responsible for providing evidence that is beneficial to him. Others have nothing to do with me."

At the beginning of the trial, the two-hour tug-of-war between the lawyers on both sides made Lin Tien sleepy, but when the judge clicked on her name, the two-way inattentive eyes opened, and there was a flash of sharpness.

She slowly stood up and walked to the witness stand.

The prosecutor’s lawyer took a sigh of relief and went to see his witness, another experienced forensic doctor, subconsciously.

The other side was also facing a big enemy, and the two of them looked at each other, and they both broke the boat a little bit.

"The **** and DNA of the suspect Jin Weixin were tested on the deceased's underwear and in the wipes. Do you have anything to say about this?

The prosecution lawyer took the lead in asking questions.

Lin Nian didn't frown, "There's nothing to say."

The suspect sitting underneath in handcuffs seemed a little excited and was held down by the bailiff.

Miss Lin glanced at him, and finally added another sentence: "But this can only mean that he had **** with the deceased, and it cannot mean that the person was murdered."

The other's lawyer curled his lips slightly: "According to the police investigation, the deceased entered the KTV private room with the suspect and the suspect's friends at about 10 pm on April 18, 2007. This is a surveillance video on the corridor. "

The lawyer's assistant turned on the computer and pressed the play button. Lin Wei looked over, and saw Jin Weixin on the screen holding the deceased named Wang Li, with an affectionate look, staggering, as if he was drunk.

At this time, the place they were walking was just under a camera, and the surveillance flashed past Wang Li's face that was a little impatient but had to endure it.

At this time, the time on the surveillance video was 10:15. Two hours later, Jin Weixin ran out of the box in a panic. About ten minutes later, he dragged a suitcase back into the box.

That suitcase was the tool he used to throw the dead body. This behavior was suspicious, but he was the boss, so the employees naturally didn't dare to say anything. What's more, it was early in the morning and the people were too sleepy, so he escaped in the parking lot. His surveillance also captured his driving trajectory. He had the motive of committing the crime, as well as the facts of the crime. The autopsy result is even more conclusive, and he can be convicted even with zero confession.

Sitting below Jin Weixin was wearing handcuffs, and his expression flickered a little bit, and his two hands were somewhat unconsciously caught together, which was a sign of nervousness.

"According to the testimony of an eyewitness who drank in the box that night, the suspect acted on the deceased shortly after sitting down. The deceased was forced to be his own boss and had to make false claims until the suspect—" he said, coolly. His eyes turned to Jin Weixin.

"Let the deceased take the playing cards that fell between his crotch with his mouth."

"Dig, why don't you just grab it to Laozi with your mouth, the money is all yours." Jin Weixin slapped the face of the girl who was kneeling beside him with the money.

The woman wore a thin, cropped top and short shorts. Seeing her motionless, the man put the money into her drooping neckline with his hands.

"Grab! Grab it to Laozi! You don't have to do it if you can't do it!" As she pressed her head down, tears leaked from the girl's eyes.

There was a boo in the gallery.

The judge hammered: "Quiet!"

Lin Yan shook his head and sneered, and suddenly interrupted the other party's subsequent boasting: "I am not interested in what happened between them, and there is no need to repeat it to me. I will only elaborate on the results of my appraisal—"

The prosecution witness stood up and spoke: "The deceased died of hemorrhage caused by a single-edged sharp weapon. The murder weapon was this fruit knife."

The lawyer raised the evidence bag, and the prosecutors continued to speak: "The murder weapon is 10cm long and 3cm wide at its widest point, which is consistent with the sharp wound on the deceased. The blood and the suspect's blood and the suspect were also examined from this knife. Fingerprints, what do you want to say about this?"

This is asking Lin Wei.

After standing for a long time, the eldest lady leaned on the table indifferently: "Lawyer, show B's No. 4 evidence."

With the permission of the court, the lawyer turned on the computer and projected the ppt on the big screen.

"This is a bruise found from the back of the deceased—"

"I object, this is evidence that has nothing to do with this case!" The lawyer immediately raised his hand to speak.

The judge glanced at him, then returned his gaze to the big screen.

"invalid objection."

Lin Yan slightly raised the corners of her lips: "The second autopsy revealed that the deceased had only this bruise with an area of ​​about 3cm in size. It is well known that bruises are caused by rupture of blood vessels, so the blood has to flow to produce bruises. ."

"After a person dies, the heart stops beating, blood no longer circulates, blood clotting will occur in just a few minutes, and naturally, bruises will not occur."

"This doesn't mean anything. It's just a bruise, and it's not fatal. It may have been bumped or bumped during the resistance."

Talk to the forensic doctor.

Lin Fan snapped his fingers: "That's right, and then I will show evidence No.2."

A picture of the inside of the KTV box appeared on the screen, an image taken by the police at the scene of the crime.

I saw a mess on the table, with beer bottles lying all around, a pool of blood on the ground, and some splashes of blood on the feet of the sofa.

"Zoom in and look at the shape of the corner of the table."

Everyone is in the mist.

Lin Nian closed his eyebrows, smiled, and went to see the "experienced" forensic doctor.

Although she was smiling, there was a ridiculous light in her eyes.

A faint sweat oozes from the opponent's forehead.

"A layman may not understand it, but an experienced forensic doctor can see at a glance how this bruise was formed. There are round tables in the box. No matter how hard the two people toss, they can't hit such a wound."

The bruised fingernail was small in size, but deep, with bruising from the inside to the outside.

The round table really can't make such a mark.

"Then this can only mean that the deceased was injured during his lifetime, and there are still fingerprints on the murder weapon. This is a firm fact."

Lin Fan retorted, "Who said that the cause of death was hemorrhagic shock caused by a sharp weapon?"

If the cause of death is not valid, even the fingerprint of Jin Weixin on the murder weapon is a paradox.

There was an uproar in the gallery.

The judge asked for silence again.

"Then you say, what is the cause of death?"

"It's poisoning caused by foxglove."

Hearing that she said the reason, I was relieved to the medical doctor: "In the follow-up investigation of the police, it was found that the deceased had a history of heart disease and often took foxglove drugs. We also did blood drug testing, and it was not fatal within the normal range. ."

Lin Fan sneered, "Really?"

The assistant turned on the computer knowingly.

"During the second autopsy, we examined the liver tissue and bile of the deceased, and inferred the peak blood concentration, which was exactly one hour before death, and the dose—"

She paused and said slowly: "Death."

The lawyer on the other side oozes big beads of sweat, including the forensic doctor, and licked his lips.

The room was silent, only the suspect slowly hugged his head with his handcuffed hands.

It was already afternoon, and the evening light sneaked away from the tabletop and projected onto the floor, so there was no light on the part where she was standing, as if she was plunged into darkness.

The corner of Lin Fan's lips curled, revealing an upside-down smile.

It's okay for her not to laugh, and there is a bit of indescribable ridicule when she smiles.

"Even if the blood has almost metabolized the toxins, there will still be clues in the liver and bile. What's more, forensic identification of facts will never rely solely on a technical method, so we then extracted them from the vitreous of the deceased's eyeballs. After removing the liquid, the test result is still that the foxglove overdose is fatal. The identification result will be submitted to court later.

The prosecutor's lawyer suddenly turned his head to look at the forensic doctor, his forehead was cold and sweaty, his lips moved up and down, but he didn't dare to say any more.

Examining the vitreous fluid of the eyeball is an unconventional autopsy method. Anyone who sees a fruit knife pierced in the chest of the corpse and the blood is flowing everywhere will be the first reaction to hemorrhage to death.

This Lin Nai really doesn't take the usual path.

Miss Lin, who had spoken for a long time, licked her chapped lips and returned to her position.

The first feeling is—damn, I don’t apply lip balm in the morning.

The police pay attention to evidence in handling cases, while court sentencing requires a complete chain of evidence. It is imperative for this case to be sent back for re-investigation and supplementary evidence.

Jin Weixin, who was escorted by the bailiff and walked down the steps in handcuffs, passed by her, his throat moved, his voice was a bit dry, and he uttered two words gently: "Thank you."

Lin Fan raised his eyebrows. There was still no expression on that face. Before he reached two steps, he was surrounded by media reporters crowding up outside the courtroom.

"Miss Lin, Miss Lin, did you testify for him because of your father?"

"Miss Lin, even though the suspect Jin Weixin was not guilty of murder, he still violated the criminal law. Although they are both women, do you have anything to say?"

"Ms. Lin, you have helped many criminal suspects testify in recent years, and many of them have been successfully exonerated. For example, the death sentence for the "Chengnan Murder and Broken Body Case" was sentenced last month. Is it true that the public security, procuratorate and legal departments are listed as "public enemy number one"?

The question was raised sharper than the other, and the person asked walked out surrounded by assistants without squinting or saying a word.

"Rang, Jean, Miss Lin, who has a wealth of wealth, why do you choose the job of forensic medicine?"

A little reporter looked like he had just graduated from university, holding a microphone and sweating profusely, and squeezed in front of her with difficulty.

This question seemed to have nothing to do with the case, but Lin Fei paused, and the expression on that face under the camera changed slightly.

However, it was only a moment, when Lin Fan raised his foot and continued to walk forward, the assistant and bodyguard pushed away the little reporter.

"Hey—Miss Lin." As soon as she was about to walk out of the court hall, the media reporters rushed forward again.

Someone shouted: "Miss Lin, why do you think Jin Weixin is not the murderer?!"

Lin Wei's footsteps finally stopped, and the corners of his lips twitched like a smile. He dialed a reporter's microphone and said, "Then why do you think he must be the murderer?"

"This...According to the police investigation results..."

"Just based on a few photos of the crime scene, a surveillance video spliced ​​from the beginning to the end, or the fingerprints remaining on the knife handle?"

She sneered at each other, the spotlight flashed randomly, everyone was speechless, but her gaze did not evade and directly met those various gazes.

"It's not in the end, it's just wishful thinking. In your eyes, the poor are all worthy of sympathy and compassion, and the rich are all cruel and cruel for the sake of the rich and sinful."

"Women shouldn't be forensic doctors, men, they should be the impulse of the worm to kill people, the murderer kills people, you..."

She raised her head and stared at the camera. The woman's eyes were beautiful, her pupils were dark and deep, and her eyes were more white than others. At first glance, she was amazed and a little crippled.

"Zhu Xin."

The voice was cold and clear, but there was a loud noise.

Not only was the reporter stunned, the camera also reacted for a while before starting to press the shutter frantically.

At this time, Lin Fan was about to walk out of the gate of the Supreme Court. The reporters behind him were chasing after him. There was also a crowd of onlookers in front of him. I don't know who shouted: "Lin Fan, you have thought about the victim when you testify for the murderer. The family situation, you are not worthy of being a forensic doctor, go to death!"

When it was said that it was too late, the reporter group was torn open, and someone staggered to his side.

The bodyguard was also squeezed out by the crowd too late to stop him, his high heels took a step back gently, Lin Yan casually pulled the assistant's collar and pulled him in front of him.

The 1.8-meter-old man was poured from his head to his feet by the filth before he could react.

The reporters pinched their noses and stepped back, and the bailiff drove out and pressed the troublemaker to the ground.

Lin frowned in disgust, and moved a little away, when the bodyguards were free to gather around her again: "Miss, are you okay?"

"It's okay." Lin Tired took off his white coat and handed it over: "Throw it away."

"Yes."

Thanks to this troublemaker, no one dared to come to her, for fear that the next person to be spilled was himself.

Seeing her drifting away, the man wanted to cry without tears, his eyes were red, and his body was full of stench, embarrassing.

He almost cried: "Forensic Doctor Lin..."

Lin Fan didn't turn around, "I won't use it for work tomorrow."

The man was cold from head to toe. If it was a sharp weapon just now, would Lin Fan push him up the edge?

Is a life so insignificant to her? !

If Lin Fan could hear his voice, he would probably say: How few dead people have been seen on the autopsy stage?

The night was drooping, and the black big Ben drove quietly on the road. Lin Fan sat in the back seat, as if closing his eyes and resting. The city lights flowed on the car windows, smearing that face a little deep.

The butler turned his head and whispered: "Miss, old rules?"

She gave a "huh", neither light nor heavy.

The housekeeper is an old man from the Lin family. The father who had served her was sent to take care of her again. It can be said that he watched her grow up. Seeing her look a little tired, he gently gestured to the driver to drive home directly.

Lin Yan opened his eyes: "No, go meet someone."