My Dear Miss Medical Examiner

Song Yuhang was already standing in the kitchen when Lin Yantuo pulled up and went downstairs wrapped in a bath towel. Lin Fan's clothes are still a bit small for her. The shirt is very close to the body, and the sleeves are pulled to the elbows. Because of her height and long legs, the suit trousers are held very stylish, and the hem of the shirt is randomly inserted into the pants. Chic and casual, with wet drops of water hanging from the tips of his hair.

Song Yuhang heard the movement and turned around, wearing an apron around his waist: "What are you eating?"

Looking at the back, she is a neutral beauty, and when she turns around, she is a chef in a western restaurant. Lin tired of laughing at her chin: "What are you doing in a suit and apron? Change to a Michelin three-star chef?"

"There are all skirts in your closet..." Song Yuhang smiled embarrassedly: "I'm afraid of getting dirty, it should be quite expensive."

Lin Fan wrapped in a bath towel and walked down the stairs barefoot, with a trace of laziness in his expression: "It's pretty good-looking, I'll give it to you."

Song Yuhang's eyes fell on her feet first with her steps, very white, with small, delicate and round ankles.

"That...no need, I will wash it and return it to you."

"Oh, yes, it seems that you also have a uniform coat left with me." Lin Fan said, walking into the cloakroom, rummaging through the pile of clothes and shoes for Song Yuhang's coat.

Her beautiful figure is reflected on the frosted glass. The living room is fully open. Song Yuhang stands in the kitchen and has a clear view. The bath towel only covers the upper and lower parts, and the rest is indistinctly reflected on the glass, but more Some intriguing.

"Hey, didn't I let the housekeeper wash it and hang it up a long time ago? Where did I put it?"

Lin Fan stood up and seemed a little depressed.

Song Yuhang turned his face: "If you can't find it, don't worry, it's not bad anyway, the unit sends out a lot every year."

She even has a selfish desire to leave something of her own in her room.

When Song Yuhang was wandering around the world, Lin Fan had already turned around with his clothes: "Ah, I found it. I have forgotten to return it to you. By the way, don't cook. The butler will bring the chef over. "

The tomato in Song Yuhang's hand was cut in half: "Is that so..."

She seemed a little regretful, but it was a pity that she had so many kitchen utensils and such a beautifully repaired kitchen.

"You never fire?"

Lin Fan poured a cup of coffee from the brewed coffee pot, walked up to her and pointed out a head: "Why do I cook, my nails are so expensive."

Song Yuhang laughed: "It's also..."

As she said, she planned to throw the tomatoes on the chopping board into the trash can: "Sometimes I think you are vulgar, and sometimes I think you don't eat fireworks."

"Everyone eats whole grains and sacrifices to the same five internal organs temple. The vulgar is the vulgar in the bones. No one is more noble than anyone. With that skin off, there are all kinds of monsters and monsters. There is nothing to be rare about."

Lin Yan took a sip of coffee, caught a glimpse of her movement, and reached out and grabbed her wrist: "What are you doing? Didn't it all cut in half?"

"Didn't you say that there will be a chef coming..."

Lin tired of laughing, and read a trace of embarrassment from her expression: "I just said I won't do it, when I said I won't eat it, you still have to taste the craftsmanship of Police Officer Song Da."

The fingertips on her wrist were slightly cool and had a jade texture. Song Yuhang inevitably remembered the tingling sensation in her spine when she palpated for herself last night.

She faintly felt her neck itching again.

"Tomato noodles is not a particularly delicate breakfast. I will make it if you want to eat it." Song Yuhang said, starting to work, not daring to look at her eyes.

"Eat, why don't you eat, I'm hungry." Lin Fan said, with a lightly coquettish ending.

She was very afraid of her speaking in this tone. Just now, when she ridiculed her, her voice was prolonged, and her face showed a little innocence and brightness. She was obviously not such a person, but inexplicably made people feel that she was innocent. There is a hint of mature temptation.

She deliberately.

Song Yuhang thought of the scene upstairs, and his ears were quietly red in the morning sunlight.

This person hasn't seen her sight since he went downstairs, Lin Fan half-prone on the cooking table, raised his eyes and stared at her: "Song Yuhang, look at me."

Those who concentrate on cutting vegetables are unmoved.

Lin Fan changed direction: "Song Yuhang, look at me."

Song Yuhang bypassed her and took a handful of shallots from the refrigerator and washed them out, not wanting to pay attention to her.

Lin Nian thought about it, stretched out her hand to pinch her red ears, it was too fun to molest this person.

Before she reached her tiptoe, she was shaken with water.

"Hey you!"

Lin Fan was a little angry. The person on the other side was even more angry than her. Because of the hangover, the bloodshot eyes had not disappeared. Something else she couldn't understand was added, and her expression was deeper than before.

"Put your clothes on, and stay there!"

"I..." Lin Fan wanted to say something. Seeing her suppressed anger under the corners of her lips tightly, some heroes were short of breath.

As if she said one more word, she would become meat on Song Yuhang's cutting board.

"Hmph, just stay, stingy!"

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It was like this when the butler came over when Lin Wei usually got up to work.

There was a large dining table with two people sitting on one side, and no one paid any attention. There were dishes, a few side dishes, and two boiled eggs in the middle.

Moving to the world, Song Yuhang made all the Lin family cooks unemployed overnight. Lin Fan not only took the initiative to eat, but also ate tomato noodles!

The housekeeper couldn't help but tears, and he was nearly awarded the best person who moved China award to her.

She rarely eats this kind of folk snacks. Song Yuhang's craftsmanship is not top-notch, but it is still fresh at first glance.

Lin Tiong couldn't help but ate two bites of noodles and turned his attention to the eggs on the plate.

Song Yuhang reached out and took both eggs, Lin Fan opened his mouth, gritted his teeth and swallowed his breath.

Less than a minute later, a small dish was pushed in front of him.

"Give you."

The peeled eggs lay slippery in the center of the plate, and Song Yuhang carried a bowl to the kitchen to serve soup.

The butler’s eyes are about to fall off. If he reads it right, Song Yuhang is wearing Lin Fan’s shirt, or the limited edition Armani that she particularly likes!

Lin Wei's slippers were also stepping on his feet. When the person turned back, a large red mark and scratched nails appeared on the slightly open neckline.

The old housekeeper looked at his lady's lack of sleep and malaise appearance, and was heartbroken: Miss, are you not the one above?

Of course he didn't dare to ask this. He sent others out to trim the nursery, and he would come forward to clean up the dishes for Lin Wei.

Lin Fan took a tissue and pressed the corners of his lips: "Eat more, just a small bite."

The butler was startled and couldn't see any special features in this home cooking, but he still followed her wishes and took another sip to her.

Song Yuhang watched her fragrant food, and his heart warmed: "This noodle is also available at noon in the cafeteria, you can try it."

This sentence did not know which line of minefield missed.

Lin Nian snorted coldly: "I'm just curious. If I eat too much, it's the same. Who is going to eat pig food in the cafeteria, Lao Lin, continue to give me food at noon."

"Yes, miss." Uncle Lin bowed down respectfully.

Lin Fei got up and stopped looking at Song Yuhang: "Stop eating, clean up."

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When he got into the car, Lin Wei sat in the front row and began to fall asleep. Song Yuhang pinched his bag and repeatedly spoke for several times, but did not find a suitable opportunity to return the repaired mechanical stick to her.

With this entanglement, the Municipal Public Security Bureau has arrived.

"Did Team Song not go home last night? It's impossible. Didn't Sister Lin send her back long ago?" Fang Xin stood at the door looking at Ji Jingxing's anxious face, and took out her cell phone to call her.

It is still a cold tone-sorry, the call you dialed has been turned off.

"Sister Lin?" Ji Jingxing caught the name in her words and frowned slightly: "Is it the colleague who is close to her?"

The two were talking, when Lin Wei's car drove over, the city leader's car was not as lavish as hers, and it immediately attracted the attention of the two people.

Fang Xin waved at the car: "Hey, Sister Lin, here comes."

Ji Jingxing's gaze also looked over.

Lin Wei got out of the car wearing sunglasses, a shirt skirt wrapped around her handsome figure, stiletto heels stepped on the ground, and she looked like a noble and aristocratic fan with long and thin legs.

When he took off his sunglasses, it was not the same thing. He leaned on the car door and smiled exasperatedly at Fang Xinliu: "Oh, wait for my sister."

Ji Jingxing's first impression of her was greatly discounted and exaggerated.

How could Song Yuhang get involved with such a person?

When the rear door opened, Song Yuhang also got out, wearing Lin Fan's expensive small suit, and his clothes were ironed, making him look taller and taller and brave. The scene of standing with Lin Fan is undoubtedly very pleasing.

Ji Jingxing was stabbed by this scene, smiling somewhat reluctantly: "Yu Hang..."

Lin Fan closed his smile and looked over.

It's strange and affectionate.

Song Yuhang strode forward to greet him: "Sister, why are you here?"

"I heard my mom said that you didn't go home last night and didn't answer your phone call. I wondered if you went back to your unit to sleep...Come over at work in the morning and bought you some breakfast by the way."

Ji Jingxing said, handing her the soy milk fritters in his hand.

Song Yuhang seemed to have realized it suddenly, and remembered the phone she had thrown in her backpack: "Oh, the phone is dead, and I forgot to tell you. I slept at my colleague's house last night."

Ji Jingxing glanced at Lin Fei. Lin Fei stood with nothing to do without saying hello, letting her look around her body and then turning back.

"I won't eat it earlier. I have eaten it. I bought these for my colleagues."

Song Yuhang also carried a large plastic bag, which was filled with all kinds of food.

Ji Jingxing was startled, smiling somewhat reluctantly: "Okay, okay, you're fine if you're fine, just fine if you're fine."

"It's okay, what can I do." Song Yuhang smiled, but Ji Jingxing saw the marks on her neck sharply.

"This... how is this..."

The rash disappeared but a red mark and a few conspicuous scratches were left, which looked like an ambiguous product.

Song Yuhang's expression was a bit dodge: "It's okay... I scratched it myself, then I'll go to sister first."

"Hey--" Ji Jingxing wanted to say something more, Lin Wei had already followed her footsteps.

"I don't see you, but to see who you are with."

The woman's vague words fell into her ears.

Song Yuhang wasn't angry, but just said, "It's not all the same, are you full, and eat a little more if you are not full?"

The two walked side by side, Lin Nian pinched his nose and drew away, until his back was completely submerged in the city hall, Song Yuhang didn't look back from start to finish.

"Hey, I said, haven't you drunk alcohol before?" In the end, Lin Fan took a cup of soy milk from her and sipped it.

"You said that night?" Song Yuhang thought for a while before saying: "It was a drink, but there are very few mojitos less than 50ml."

Lin Wei snorted softly, "What kind of alcohol is mojito? It's a lot of soda water, so you won't get drunk because of the coaxing stuff in the clear bar."

Song Yuhang smiled bitterly: "It's possible that I was so big last night and drank so much for the first time. It was anxious and fast."

Don't look away from Lin Fan, the criminal investigation office has arrived, and Song Yuhang stopped to wait for her to finish her last sentence.

"Allergies vary from person to person. The cocktail you made last night is not only alcohol but also other things, lemon, soda, etc. I suggest you go to the hospital for an allergen test."

Even caring carries a sense of routine and unwilling professionals.

Song Yuhang smiled, inexplicably trying to reach out and rub her head, touched her sight but closed it back: "Don't worry, my body knows it by myself. I just drank a little bit faster, it's okay, you Don't take it to heart."

Lin Wei gave a "hum" and left proudly: "I don't care about you. I'm afraid that if you suddenly hang up, it will increase the workload for me."

Song Yuhang couldn't help but look at her walking away, with a smile on his lips and returned to his office.

Fang Xin followed her, looking at her with a little gossip: "I can see the strawberry print on Team Song's neck, is it you—"

Lin Yan took a sip of soy milk before swallowing it and almost squirted it out, coughing terribly, "Ahem! What strawberry print, is her rash from alcohol allergy, OK?! Besides, the strawberry print on her neck is my ass. ! One day, Tiandi and Duan Cheng fool around looking at things that are not suitable for children!"

As she said that, people speeded up their pace and walked in front of her. Fang Xin looked at her back with an innocent look, and the corners of her lips made her aunt's smile.

"Oh, Sister Lin~ isn't it? Why are you so magnificent~"

Lin Wei: "Shut up, don't beep, work, work."

She said so, just as a prevarication excuse, when she just took off her coat and hung it on a hanger to change her white robe into the laboratory, the alarm bell rang.

She tugged again and put on her body. Before a sleeve was inserted, she had already carried the survey box and ran out, tying a button with one hand as she ran.

"What are you doing in a daze?! There is an alarm!"

Duan Cheng squeezed the pancake into his mouth and pulled his camera. The lens was also stuffed into the bag. His voice was vague: "Wait, wait for me, Sister Lin."

Fang Xin also put the soy milk on the table, took the survey box and ran out, pulling a paper towel to wipe his mouth while running.

Criminal investigation is faster than technical investigation. When they were ready to set off, Song Yuhang was already on the road.

The two cars connected to Bluetooth, and the voice of the walkie-talkie came from the driver's seat: "The 110 people called the police and said that a naked female body was found in the room 1106 of Yucai Community, No. 78 Xuanwu Road, Dongcheng District, Dongcheng District..."

The sun was only out for a while, and the sky was completely overcast, and the morning looked almost the same as the evening.

Lin Fan jumped out of the car, took the survey box and opened the cordon and strode into the building.

The community property and the police from the police station led them up together, and the elevator stopped on the eleventh floor.

The exploration pedal was already laid, and Song Yuhang walked into the pool of blood wearing gloves and shoe covers, and opened the curtain of the bathroom. A naked female corpse was lying in the bathtub with her head tilted.

A pungent smell of blood rushed over his face, coupled with this visual impact, and the blood in the bathtub filled with blood, several new police officers had to persuade them to leave.

Ji Detective changed his clothes and came in. Song Yuhang stepped sideways to give her a way, and let Lin Fan pass in front of her.

Take pictures and collect evidence.

Lin Nai at work is definitely considered competent, and he no longer has the superficial glitz.

Song Yuhang glanced at her and gave it to her here, she was relieved.

The gaze that fell on him disappeared, and when he noticed that someone was leaving, the corner of Lin's lips under his mask bends slightly.

"Come on, water samples are also collected."

After the trace examination took a sample of water from the bathtub, she leaned forward to observe the features of the body's surface.

The girl's face was blue and white after losing too much blood. The whole body was completely cold. There were no special wounds on the body surface exposed outside the bathtub. Lin Fan gently picked up her hanging arm, and the blade fell off.

Fang Xin picked up the blood-stained blade with tweezers and put it in the evidence bag.

Duan Cheng fished out the other arm of the deceased from a puddle of blood. As expected, there was a bone wound on his wrist that was visible to the naked eye.

The blood has drained and the wound is soaked white. The blood in this bathtub was all her blood, mixed with water, and it quietly flowed to the ground during the long night.

He looked a little frightened and couldn't bear it: "This... how unthinkable this is!"

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"Who called the police?"

"I, I reported!" Someone in the crowd outside the door held up his hand, the man with a beer belly still wearing slippers, and a house suit, apparently ran out of the house in a panic.

The investigators were taking notes, and Song Yuhang also walked over.

"Tell me in detail."

The man licked his lips, as if he still had lingering fears: "I live downstairs at 1006, and it hasn't turned on for more than six in the morning, brushing my teeth, washing my face and getting ready for work..."

He seemed to be immersed in that situation for a long time and couldn't recover, his face paled in shock.

The man is an ordinary office worker, from nine to five. This is the house he rented. It is still ten or so bus stops away from where he goes to work. The meager salary cannot support his waywardness, so he gets up early every day to wash and wash. I want to cook breakfast for myself.

On this day, the day was just dark, the alarm clock woke up, and the man got out of bed in the dark and went to the bathroom to start washing.

When brushing his teeth, he felt a few drops of water dripping from his neck. He didn't care much. He just cursed the residents and properties upstairs: Mom's broken house is leaking again.

He spit out the foam in his mouth, rinsed his mouth, turned on the faucet and started to wash his face.

The amount of dripping water is increasing, it is still very cold and sticky, and it is bitingly cold in the early autumn season.

The man shivered inexplicably and the faucet was still on. He reached out and wiped the back of his neck, and at the same time, he turned on the switch on the wall. When he could see the liquid in his palm, he screamed out of silence and fell. Sat on the ground.

is blood! blood!

He watched as the blood began to ooze from the ceiling of his home, drop by drop, drop after drop into the sink.

The blood rippled with the waves and slipped into the sewer.

The man trembled all over and his lips thought it was a nightmare he had made after seeing too many ghost movies. He pinched himself severely until the familiar pain came. He stumbled up and wore pajamas and ran out to call the property and call the police.

"That's how it happened..." The man swallowed and desperately wanted to forget the scene, but he could only sink deeper and deeper, so that a deep fear appeared on his face.

Song Yuhang motioned to someone to pass him a cigarette to soothe his emotions.

"Remember when you got up?"

The man didn’t take it and took a few deep breaths. “Remember... remember, my alarm clock is set at 6:30, and when the alarm goes off, I will wake it up. It’s probably only one or two when I walk to the bathroom. minute."

"Do you recognize the residents upstairs?"

The man nodded: "Recognize it, it's a student, I've met in the elevator several times and greeted him, why suddenly..."

Song Yuhang glanced at the properties of him and several communities: "Living alone? What about my parents? Or a rented house?"

A property manager stood up and said: "It's not rented, it's a tenant. I have lived here for many years. The girl's name is Fan Lin. The head of the household wrote her father's name. Her parents never got married after they got divorced a few years ago. I haven't seen him come back, only her mother comes to see her every other time."

Song Yuhang signaled the little criminal policeman to pass the information back to the bureau to let Zheng Chengrui find the girl's biological parents and notify the family members.

The crowd onlookers watched them rushing in and out, and then they heard what the property said, and they whispered for a while.

"Oh, it's so pitiful. If your parents are divorced, they will get married, and you don't have any good babies.

"No, I've lived here for decades. It can be said that I grew up watching this little girl. How can I say it will be gone."

Some people grieve and grieve others.

"When the admission notice for the college entrance examination came down a while ago, didn't you still listen to her and her mother quarrel upstairs? She wanted to repeat her mother, maybe she just couldn't think about it for a while..."

"How do you know so clearly?"

"Me? My son and she are classmates, but my son did a good job in the exam this year, so it's a big province."

"Oh, that's really good. Congratulations."

...

A few policemen were left outside and continued to find the neighbors upstairs and downstairs to make notes. Song Yuhangfu put on his gloves and walked in again.

Halfway through the autopsy examination, Duan Cheng ignited the survey lamp for her, and Song Yuhang reached out and took it: "I'm here, do you find anything?"

Lin Fan just put the scale on the wrist of the deceased: "The bone cut is visible about 5cm deep in the left wrist, and he dragged it several times."

The girl's wrists were soaked with blisters, and blood vessels and nerves appeared. The blade is small and sharp, and only repeated rubbing can produce this effect, and the girl's wrist does have superficial scratches parallel to the main incision.

In forensic science, it is called: trial cut wound.

The two looked at each other, and Song Yuhang pressed the corners of his lips.

Lin Nian understood what she was thinking: "Don't worry, with He Miao's lesson, I won't draw conclusions casually."

Song Yuhang patted her on the shoulder and handed the survey lamp to others: "I will go outside and have a look."

Trace inspection is also working intensively.

Fang Xin brushed the doorknob with toner until the fingerprints appeared, and she quickly rubbed it.

Song Yuhang swept around, the doors and windows were intact, there were no signs of intrusion, and no signs of fighting. There were only the footprints of the girl and the few people who reported the crime in the first place.

There is not much food in the refrigerator. Most of them are instant products such as dumplings, glutinous rice **** and instant noodles, which are in line with the identity of the deceased student living alone.

A photo frame was placed above the bookshelf in the living room. Song Yuhang reached out and took it down. The photo was wiped clean.

Standing in the middle is the deceased, who was still like when he was seven or eight years old, and the family of three was happy.

Song Yuhang put it back again, went to the trash basket, and found a few pieces of test papers. She picked it up and put it in the evidence bag.

There are also several supermarket bills for takeout small tickets, which may be clues that will provide significant help for the detection of the case in the later stage.

After checking the trash can, her eyes fell on the empty glass on the coffee table, with a trace of liquid remaining at the bottom of the cup.

She picked it up and turned around with the light, and there were fingerprints on the wall of the cup: "Fang Xin, here is another fingerprint. Come and pick it up."

"Okay, Team Song." Fang Xin responded.

Song Yuhang walked to the other side and lay down on the floor to check the bottom of the sofa, and then lifted the carpet to take a look.

Very clean.

People who live alone are less casual. They are also female students and should not have time to do housework. Even the hair on the carpet is tweaked cleanly.

It's not cleanliness or obsessive-compulsive disorder.

"Team Song, there are some findings." The criminal investigator who inspected the girl's bedroom called out.

Song Yuhang got up and walked over, and the other party handed her the mobile phone he had taken from the table: "The unsent text message found in the deceased's mobile phone."

——Farewell, Mom, I am not filial. I have not been the daughter you expected in this life, and I will repay the kindness of nurturing in the next life.

The phone lock has been opened by a technician, and Song Yuhang hastily turned a few pages, all of which were spam messages from some business offices.

She quit and went through the girl's photo album. There were selfies of her, some landscape photos, and some pictures of ocean whales.

She felt a little familiar, but she just couldn't remember where she had seen it.

At this time someone shouted outside the door: "Team Song, the deceased's mother has contacted."