My Dear Miss Medical Examiner

"When was the last time you saw her?" In the Municipal Bureau, Song Yuhang asked someone to sit down and poured her a cup of hot tea.

The woman held a paper cup, wiped the corner of her eye with a tissue, choked and couldn't speak.

The man who followed patted her smoothly on the back, and coaxed softly: "Stop crying, first explain the matter to the police."

Song Yuhang was not anxious, waiting for his family to ease their emotions.

After crying for a while, the woman murmured: "Yesterday afternoon, it was the last time I saw her."

"What time, what are you going to do?" She asked, and the little policeman next to her was struggling to write.

"It's about five or six o'clock, I'll bring her food, by the way...by the way, discuss her repetition again."

Song Yuhang raised his eyes and glanced at her.

Speaking of "repetition", the woman seems to have opened up the chatterbox: "I think it would be nice for a girl to study a major in English or Chinese. In the future, she will be able to take a public exam. She has to learn some art, and she wants to enter the Academy of Fine Arts since she was a child. It's not too late to quarrel about this matter."

People are dead, and they still think about what they used to be.

Song Yuhang's face was calm, and pulled her from the nagging to her daughter to the case: "How long did you stay?"

"In less than an hour, I quarreled with her again, and I slammed the door and walked away." The woman moaned with tears in her eyes and cried out: "She had committed suicide if she knew I was gone. Even if I rush to get me off, I won’t leave..."

The man seemed to be her current husband. He put an arm around her shoulders and wiped her tears: "Don't cry, it's not your fault... Linlin... Hey..."

He sighed long and frowned: "If you cry again and break your body, Little Treasure will be taken care of."

The woman barely got her start. Song Yuhang then asked, “Have you ever thought of committing suicide before? How about your interpersonal relationship at school? What about your usual personality?”

A trace of grief appeared on the woman’s face: “When the admission notice for the college entrance examination came down, I forced her to go to school. She once cried and said, “If you can’t go to the Academy of Fine Arts, it’s better to die.” I also... I didn't take it seriously...who...who knows!"

The man interrupted at this time: "I can't blame her mother. Her mother is also for her own good. How can I be safe after studying art, and I don't want her to live a safe and secure life. Who knows that this child is so stubborn," In the end, we still compromised and agreed to let her repeat. You said she...what is she making trouble again? Didn't she deliberately let her mother live in guilt for the rest of her life?"

If you don’t feel guilty sooner than later, you will feel guilty only when you die. If Lin Fan was here, he would have been swearing.

But Song Yuhang calmly took out a bag of evidence from his portfolio, put it on the table and pushed it over.

"Look at this medicine, do you recognize it?"

There is a small medicine bottle in the transparent bag with English names and complex chemical names on it. The two of them took them over, glanced at them, and shook their heads.

The girl’s mother was still sobbing: "This...what kind of medicine is this? I never heard that she is sick."

"Sertraline hydrochloride, also known as Zoloft, is the first choice for antidepressant." Song Yuhang said lightly.

"I also found a report from the hospital from her home and was diagnosed with severe depression."

Like a bolt from the blue sky, the girl’s mother cried and turned into tears: "Why...why...you are sick, why don't you tell your mother...silly boy...you are killing your mother!"

Song Yuhang collected the good things and handed over a tissue: "Sorry."

Years of criminal investigation work has allowed her to retain enough sympathy for the victim, but she still cannot sympathize with the victim's family.

No snowflake is innocent in an avalanche.

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"When did you and your wife divorced?" The man sat in the reception room and made messages from time to time on the phone.

As soon as Song Yuhang spoke, another call came, and the man waved her to tell her later, and turned his face away.

"Hello? The company's business? Isn't the company's business still going to be dealt with? I just leave this for a while and it won't work? What do you want your employees to do? What? The other party said that the general manager must attend the meeting before they are willing to accept it. This list?"

The man looked irritable: "Okay, then you tell them, I take time to go there in the afternoon!"

Song Yuhang waited for him to finish.

The man put his mobile phone in the inner pocket of the suit: "I'm sorry, work is busy...I divorced her mother very early, probably in junior high school, I was a cleansing home, and the house and property were left to them, waiting for her to reach adulthood. Will write her name."

"Have your daughter thought of committing suicide recently?"

The man shook his head, with a trace of sadness on his face: "I don't know about that... I'm disgraceful of my divorce. I rarely see the two of them. I can't touch them a few times throughout the year. How can I know this?"

…

Yes, it seems that there is nothing to ask.

A woman knows how to cry, and a man may only have his business in his eyes and heart.

The small detectives who accompanied the questioning shrugged at each other.

"According to the regulations, you can go to see your daughter for the last time."

When the man heard her say this, the expression of struggle appeared on his face, and he gritted his teeth for a long while and said: "Forget it, I didn't look at it. It was sad to see it."

Song Yuhang got up and shook hands with him: "Thank you for your cooperation. If necessary, we will contact you at any time."

"Okay, you're welcome, hard work, hard work."

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"What?! The family doesn't agree with the autopsy? No, I have to go—" Lin Fan said as he was about to rush out, but was stopped by someone.

"You go, what are you going to do, quarrel with others?"

As soon as Song Yuhang's voice fell, Lin Wei still wanted to frustrate her, and Zhang Jinhai walked in with a teacup.

"We have discussed this case. Through site surveys, visits to surrounding people, and surveillance video investigations, we ruled out signs of homicide and can be determined to be suicidal."

"The He Miao case is a case after all. Forensic Doctor Lin doesn't want to be a soldier."

"Why do I have nothing to do with everything? Isn't it the duty and obligation of the police to pursue the truth?" Lin Fan retorted.

"Yes, the problem is that you did the autopsy yourself. Have you found out any doubts? If there are any doubts, there is no problem, let's continue the investigation without saying anything!"

The head of the criminal investigation team and the main person in charge of the technical investigation stepped up, and the people underneath were silent and silent, and Song Yuhang frowned.

"I—" Lin Nian choked. Indeed, the autopsy revealed no suspicious points, no trauma or traces of sexual assault, and the hymen was very intact.

She thought for a while, and changed her view: "There are some doubts that can't be found through simple autopsy examination. I must dissect."

"Yes, the public security organ has the right to decide on the autopsy of the body and notify the family members to be present. The problem is that it is only when it is determined to be a criminal case or when a doubt is clearly raised. You have nothing now. How can I ask my family members. Miss, Investigating the case is not your wishful thinking. We have to respect the facts, respect the wishes of family members, and respect public opinion. If everyone is dead, why don't you leave a whole body?"

Zhang Jinhai's words are justified and well-founded, and she also points out her spoiled and willful eldest temper.

Someone underneath sneered slightly.

Lin Fan couldn't hold back his face, so he rushed up to do it, and was grabbed by his wrist and dragged out of the meeting room.

"You let me go! Let go!" Lin Nian struggled and was dragged onto the rooftop until Song Yuhang let go, looking at her panting.

"He is right. If you can't find any doubts, you can't define it as a criminal case, and your family members don't have the will to do an autopsy. It is illegal for you to force an autopsy and you have to bear responsibility.

I don't know why, others persuaded her that she could bear it, even Song Yuhang said the same, her fire came up in no time.

"I'm breaking the law? What does the law do for the victims? Sun Xiangming can't be sanctioned, Ding Xue and Li Shiping can't be saved, even the vulture that hurt He Miao died, and the uncle who betrayed her was released after being locked up for three to five years and continued with a family of three. He Meimei!"

"What about the deceased?! Only this life! Who will protect their rights?! Let me say that Fan Lin's death was caused by her parents' long-term neglect, and they are the indirect murderers!"

"Does the law work?" Lin Fan snorted fiercely, "I have a fart! No matter how much the blame is held, the cold body lying in front of me can't come back. I can't see it anymore."

"The law is useless, but the conscience is in my heart." Song Yuhang held her shoulders and looked at her: "It's true that not every parent in the world is a qualified parent. Fan Lin is dead. Have you seen her mother crying in front of me? How miserable, the mountain-like guilt will follow you in the next half of your life, and it is a little easier than physical discomfort."

"Lin Wei, you can't look at the problem so one-sidedly. Will you give up the pursuit of the truth because the law is useless?"

Lin tired of moving her lips, she had already answered for her.

"You won't. The law is only the last bottom line of human society. No one can cross it. Crossing this line is a crime. The purpose of our police existence is not only to maintain public order, but also to tie those who cross the line one by one. By law."

"You said the law is useless, you look at—"

Song Yuhang took her to the side of the rooftop.

The peaceful and prosperous age is full of traffic and endless streams.

The white dove crossed the sky above the two of them, and a tail of Hongyu fell.

"You can stand here, how can the law be completely useless."

Lin Nian tightened her lower lip, and the cool wind on the roof blew through her hair, also slightly dispelling some of the depression in her heart.

She reached out for a cigarette, squatted to her lips, and lay on the railing, her high heels lit on the ground.

"I just think, why don't you need to pass an exam when you say being a parent? Even if a stranger dies..."

"Compassion is a human instinct. It's true, but it's not an instinct that everyone has. We can't ask others to be harsh, we can only do our best to be ashamed of our hearts."

She stretched out her hand and asked Lin Fan for a cigarette, lowered her head slightly and leaned forward to borrow the fire and smoke.

Lin Fei's eyes and the lips that were close at hand were touched in the smoke, Song Yuhang quickly retreated and took a few breaths to inhale.

"But I still think it's good to be empathetic. Everything is alive, so that you can feel that you are a living person, not a walking dead. People who can empathize can experience joys and sorrows better than others, and they are easier to obtain than others. Simple happiness."

Lin Nian dismissed it and leaned against the railing with a cigarette in his mouth: "Then, according to you, I can get happiness more easily. How can I feel all pain?"

Song Yuhang spit out the smoke ring and looked at her lightly: "Remember your father?"

Lin Fan turned around. Although she still looked like a foolish death, Song Yuhang could clearly read a trace of loneliness in her eyes.

"No, I think what he is doing. I just think that since these people hate children so much, they don’t plan to be responsible for him when they are born, and they don’t have the consciousness of accompany the children to grow up and grow old together. Why do they still give birth to him? ."

There was a hint of sarcasm in her tone: "It's better to be on toilet paper."

The cigarette in his hand was about to burn his fingers, and Song Yuhang pressed it out on the railing.

"I can't comment on what kind of person your father is, just talk about my dad. My dad is a special police officer. He won third-class merit four times, second-class merit twice, and special-level merit once. When I was ten years old, he In an anti-narcotics operation in cooperation with the Border Drug Control Corps, we sacrificed in order to cover teammates."

"It can be said that in my long teenage years, he was absent from almost all of my parents' meetings, large and small, and he didn't accompany me to an amusement park. I took the high school entrance examination, the college entrance examination, entered the police school, participated in work...All my life needs parents. He never showed up at the important moments of the company."

"For a while, I watched others yell "Dad, Dad", acted like a baby with my father, and was coaxed by being held on my knees. I also wondered why this person suddenly appeared in my life and I wanted to call him Dad. , He can't give me any real company."

"But it doesn't matter, Lin Wei." She turned around and called her name.

"What you don't understand now, what you don't understand, one day, time will tell you the answer."

Lin Yan was taken aback, and met her eyes, her light brown eyes seemed to have magical powers, and she easily calmed her surging emotions.

The smoke hit her fingers, and she shuddered, the soot fell from her fingertips, and her white skin quickly became red.

"His...it hurts."

Lin Fan seemed to come back to his senses, and threw it away like a brown candy, Song Yuhang already took her hand and put it to his lips and blew it gently.

"Are you okay? Why are you so careless?"

The heat gently brushed the fingers, and the hot spots were even more itchy.

Lin Yan retracted his hand like an electric shock: "It's okay..."

"I have scald ointment on my desk. I will give it to you later."

"No, it's not that delicate." Lin Nian said, taking a deep breath to calm his mind, and then turning the topic back to the case.

"Do you think this case has anything in common with the He Miao case?"

"They all committed suicide, and they all left last words at the scene, and..." She thought of the cartoons drawn by He Miao and the whales in Fan Lin's phone album.

"All have the same hobbies, oceans or whales."

It is worthy of being the captain of the criminal investigation team with careful thought and inference.

A smile appeared on the corner of Lin Fan's lips, and the arc was quickly pressed down.

"I don't know if these doubts are enough to reopen the case and let the family members agree to the autopsy."

Song Yuhang shook his head: "No, it is too subjective and vague. We have to find concrete evidence to prove that the two cases are related before the organization agrees to reopen the case for investigation."

"Does it have something to do with the man in black, the one you saw on the Green Building?" Lin Fan asked.

Song Yuhang thought for a while and said, "I first thought that the man was a vulture or a subordinate of a vulture, but Operation Aurora was a big success, and the criminal gangs were all caught up in it. It is impossible for any fish to slip through the net."

Lin Fan hasn't told her the test results.

"Have you ever thought about it, what if it does?"

Song Yuhang raised his eyes to meet her eyes, and only said five words: "I believe in Zhao Ting."

Lin Nang smiled sarcastically and stopped speaking.

"I think it's better for us to delete the complex and simplify it. Don't think about it too complicated. Just start with this case. It's not too late to get the evidence that can prove the connection between the two suicide cases and then open the case for investigation."

Lin Fan nodded, "In that case, I'll go to Fan Lin's alma mater."

Song Yuhang stopped her: "It's better for you to stay in the city bureau."

The last assassination still left her with lingering fears.

Lin Nian smiled and said, "As for? I'm fine, really..."

It is rare for Song Yuhang to put on a helpless expression: "Be obedient, I have more important things to do for you."

Lin Nang withdrew her arm from her hand, and she didn’t know why. She always felt that since last night, this person wanted to have physical contact with her from time to time, and what was the tone of this petting tone. What's going on!

She is not a kid anymore.

Lin Fan thought so, but it was still useful: "What are you talking about?"

"Go to the archives room and look for it for nearly three months..." Song Yuhang frowned, "No, it's still a year, all there are detailed files about suicide cases."

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"All of Fan Lin's paintings are basically here." Fan Lin's art teacher handed her a large pile of picture albums.

Song Yuhang took it with both hands: "Thank you."

The art teacher took off his glasses and wiped the mist on them: "It's a pity, the kid worked hard, it's only two points away. It's okay to continue next year. Why can't I just figure it out."

Song Yuhang didn't speak, and turned two pages hastily. They were all gouache paintings, with blue sky and white clouds, mountains and lakes, and the endless blue sea. He was indeed a surprisingly brilliant and clever child.

"The blackboard paintings in this classroom are still made by her. Seeing things and thinking about people!" The elderly teacher put on his glasses and sighed.

Song Yuhang looked back, and his whole body was shocked.

On the huge blackboard, the turbulent sea was drawn with only blue gouache, and even the waves were real ups and downs.

A white whale lying on the sea level is breathing bubbles.

It was a very quiet and beautiful picture, but she had goose bumps abruptly.

Because of this picture, she has also seen He Miao's workbook.

Song Yuhang took out his mobile phone and quickly took a picture.

After briefly asking the art teacher some questions, Song Yuhang got up and said goodbye to her.

When I walked to the corridor, I saw the door of the men's bathroom at the end of the corridor. Several children pushed the wastebasket on the head of another boy and kicked it.

"Trash is trash. The last one in the monthly exam still wants to take the Ocean University exam. Dream about you, bah!"

"Hello—" Song Yuhang strode over.

When a few boys saw someone coming, they looked at each other, and they scattered like birds and beasts.

"Go, go, someone is coming."

Before Song Yuhang reached out to help him, the boy who was beaten had covered his face and got up by himself, limping down the stairs.

"It's okay, thank you."

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In the dark and cramped room, the computer was shining blue light, and the main unit buzzed.

A line of words appeared in the dialog box in front of me: Moby Dick, I was beaten again, I don't want to live anymore, why they bullied me, obviously I did nothing wrong.

The hand on the keyboard is rough, full of wrinkles and age spots.

"It's okay, it's not your fault, it's the world **** it, it doesn't matter if you can't figure it out, child, come to me, Beluga will tell you the answer."

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When Song Yuhang returned to the Municipal Bureau with the picture album, Lin Fan was still soaking in the archive room, and the table was full of files.

"Look, you see, I don’t know, I’m shocked. In recent years, the suicide rate in Jiangcheng City has been terribly high, and..." Lin was tired of a pause. Close your eyes, the dark circles under your eyes are as heavy as a panda.

"Almost most of them are young students."

Song Yuhang handed her the box lunch in her hand: "Thanks for your hard work, you can eat something first, and I will continue to organize it."

Investigating case files is a personal effort, and you have to pull them out from the piles of old cases and put them in different categories. Lin Fan looked dizzy all afternoon, and his stomach grunted.

She watched the box of lunch without moving, her eyes drifted: "Don't be a roadside stall again, I won't eat it."

Song Yuhang smiled, sat down opposite her, reached out her hand and flipped through the file she had compiled: "It's not a roadside stand. I specifically called home and asked my mother to do it."

Lin Wei muttered, "Didn't you go to school?"

Song Yuhang gave a light cough, "Anyway, I'm driving and I'll drop by."

"Tsk tusk tusk, I drove back home for dinner on the way to work, resigned without permission, and didn't do business properly."

As Lin Wei said, holding the smile of his lips, he opened the lid of the lunch box. The rice and vegetables were separated. There was also a soup of corn ribs and bright red and oily braised prawns on the rice.

Lin Nan's appetite was immediately hooked out.

Song Yuhang saw her appearance, smashed his mouth twice, and turned the pen in his hand: "Tsk, I would not bring you if I knew you had slandered me, I didn't eat a bite by myself."

As soon as she finished speaking, a pair of chopsticks stretched out in front of her, holding a shiny prawn.

Song Yuhang was taken aback, thinking she was going to eat for herself, and the corners of her lips formed a soft curve: "No, I won't eat—"

Miss Lin had a fearless expression on her face: "Who said I'm going to eat it for you, do you think my delicate hands are suitable for peeling shrimp?"

Song Yuhang gritted his teeth: "I was wrong, I shouldn't have brought it to you."

With that said, when Lin Fan handed over the glove, she still took it, and resignedly put down the case file and began to peel the shrimp while disgusting.

"I said, this shouldn't be the glove you use to touch the corpse."

Lin Wei rolled his eyes and flew over: "Fuck, is my old lady such a careless person?"

Song Yuhang peeled her while eating. She sat under the dim light to avoid splashing the soup on the file. She looked at the file seriously, but kept moving in her hands, putting the peeled shrimp into the bowl for her.

Maybe the light was too soft, and the light covered her profile with enamel.

Lin was tired of her mother's craftsmanship, and the thought she brought back specially for her. In this quiet archive room, there was an inexplicable illusion of the peaceful years.

When she put the shrimp in her bowl again, Lin Fan picked it up: "Ah-open your mouth."

She stretched her arms to reach, and put one hand on her chin.

Song Yuhang obeyed her words and swallowed instinctively. Before he could swallow, the door of the archives room was suddenly opened.

The lights are bright, and everyone's eyes are in full view.

shock!

Song Yuhang, the head of the Criminal Investigation Division of Jiangcheng City Bureau, and Lin Wei, the chief prosecutor of the Technical Investigation Division, openly confronted each other!

"I am in love with my dead opponent" Fang Xin even thought of the title for them, showing an unbelievable aunt smile.

The two following are very heartbroken.

"Lin... Sister Lin..." Duan Cheng wanted to cry without tears: "I...I have no chance?"

Zheng Chengrui: "It's too much! Why don't you call us if you eat delicious food!"

"..."

"..."

Lin Fan was still sitting on the table, and quickly let go of his hand, the chopsticks fell off, and the person had returned to the chair to sit, with a look that I am not me without you. Don't talk nonsense.

Before Song Yuhang swallowed a mouthful of shrimp, he felt panicked, grabbed the cup on the table and started pouring water.

Lin Nian looked sad: "That...that's mine."

"Puff-wheeze!" Song Yuhang turned his back and started coughing, the roots of his ears were red, and the two people's adultery became more and more real.

The three people's suspicion eyes turned back and forth between the two, and they said in unison: "Why don't I know when your relationship is so good that you can sit at the same table for dinner?"

The cup that Song Yuhang had drunk is still set aside.

Lin Fan stood up and packed his things: "I, I'm full, you guys should be busy first, I'll go back to the office."

As he said, he buried his head and picked up the lunch box alone, swept all the garbage on the table into the plastic bag, and hurried out.

Song Yuhang looked at her leaving back, with a slight smile on the corners of her lips. She restrained herself well and knocked on the table with a pen: "Okay, let's talk about it, what's the matter?"

"With so many files, you two have to see when to go."

Fang Xin said, pulling the chair away and sitting down.

Zheng Chengrui turned on the laptop: "I see if I can use the algorithm to sort it out, it's much faster than handwriting."

Duan Cheng also sat down: "I... I can't help much, I can bring you tea and water."

Song Yuhang looked at the faces of these people, and felt the same goal in the calm or teasing tone.

That is, I want to solve the case, I want to pursue the truth, I want to hide the darkness.

She smiled slightly and opened the case file in her hand: "Then let's go ahead and speed it up."