My Dear Miss Medical Examiner

The southwest border.

A certain tropical rain forest.

The leather boots creaked on the wooden attic floor, the light bulb above his head shook slightly, and the mosquitoes struck them tirelessly.

"Go, Go, ehere." Someone pushed a group of girls through the jungle in broken English.

The branches swayed, and the short girl who walked at the end pulled up the clothes of the girl in front of her.

"Didn't you mean taking us to Southeast Asia to pan for gold? How did you get there—"

Before she finished her words, the whole team stopped. The leader stopped their whispers loudly, and then the group was taken into a room.

"From today, you will live here, and Kuba will arrange work for you tomorrow. As long as you do a good job, you will be satisfied with your customers. A monthly income of over 10,000 will not be a problem."

The room is small, with a wooden structure and a few simple canopy beds. Kuba, the leader of the population, walks in. He is tall and large, with a typical Southeast Asian face, holding a dark leather whip in his hand, like a snake. Greedy glances passed these panicked girls one by one.

He nodded in satisfaction, and said something to the leader in Burmese.

With a relieved smile on his face, the leader walked out with him.

The wooden door is closed.

Two sturdy men guarded the door.

The girl who just talked put her luggage on the bed: "Fangfang, where do you sleep?"

"Upper bunk."

"Row."

The girl's bed was against the door, and she looked through the crack of the door while digging out the old cloth bag.

Kuba paid a wad of money to the person who brought them.

The leader dipped his saliva and counted. He didn't know what he said in Burmese, and his face showed a little dissatisfaction.

The man named Kuba changed his face, took out his whip and yelled, the leader was startled, but Wei Nuo said nothing.

Finally, he was taken away from here by a few people in black.

The girl's heart became more and more disturbed.

She touched the PHS in her bag and was stunned. When she was about to call home to report safety, it was the Kuba who came in with a few people, and she subconsciously stuffed her phone into the bedding.

Kuba raised his hand, and several people in black went up and flipped through their bags.

The girl subconsciously robbed it and was slapped on the bed.

Several big men looked at her like hungry wolves.

She didn't dare to move, her hands and feet softened, acquiescing to their brutality.

It wasn't until they rummaged through their backpacks and threw everyone's passports and IDs into the sack that Kuba stopped and said in bad Chinese: "Work, you don't need this, you don't need this, you don't need this to make money, you don't need this, honestly. Staying, I will give you money."

After that, he closed the door again, leaving a room of girls staring at each other in shock.

The upper bunk is her companion, sister from the same village.

"Forget it, go to sleep, go to sleep, as long as I can make money, I am willing to do anything."

The girl lay down anxiously, the bed was wet, there was a smell unique to tropical rain forests, or it might be the stench left by the previous owner.

She can't sleep.

Everyone else is the same, over and over again.

In the silent night, only the creaking of the bed board was heard.

Finally someone couldn't help but speak up.

"How old are you guys?"

After a long while, she heard to the bed saying: "Eighteen, how about you?"

The questioning girl replied: "It's twenty one, you have to call me Sister Sheng."

Someone in the room smirked, and the girls opened their chatterboxes one after another.

"I was twenty, and I ran out after a fight with my family."

"I just turned nineteen and want to make some money for my brother to go to school."

"I'm twenty-five, it should be the biggest among you."

"How about you." The topic turned to her.

The girl whispered: "Ten...15..."

"It doesn't look like it."

The girl has a beautiful face, braided two braids, big eyes are smart and fresh, and she has a very good figure, not as shriveled as an ordinary 15-year-old girl.

She is a child bride and the mother of a one-year-old child.

This is common in their village.

She couldn't stand her husband's beating and begged the sisters who were going to work in the same village to take her with her.

The days of running around made the girls a little tired, and gradually, no one talked anymore.

Someone snored.

The girl lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and the companion in the upper bunk poked her head out: "What are you going to do?"

"Can't sleep, go to the bathroom."

The girl rushed to the copper basin in the middle of the room and said, "There is a basin."

"Forget it, I'm sorry."

The girl panicked on her face, took out the phone from under the pillow, pinched it in her hand, and walked out.

Even if I leave home on an impulse, I still care about my children.

She wanted to call her father and listen to the child's voice.

The companion lay back again.

The girl opened the door gently, but the guard at the door didn't know when it was gone.

The moon was bright and the stars were sparse, dots of bonfires lit up in the jungle, and lights were on in a few wooden houses not far away.

She walked up the stairs, planning to find a quiet and signal place to call home.

Every wooden house here seemed to be exactly the same. All the way, through the cracks in the door, she saw that many houses were filled with girls like them.

The same lifelessness, no one spoke.

The girl swallowed, the corridor was at the end, and a light was on in a wooden house in front of her.

She must go through here to go down the stairs to the jungle.

Embroidered cloth shoes are placed extremely lightly.

The men in the room screamed in excitement, and the Kuba was also there. She didn't dare to look, her scalp numb, until the woman's shrill scream cut through the night sky.

She glanced over, and the woman stared at her with one eye through the crack in the door, her head battered and her clothes disheveled.

"Help...help me!"

In panic, she stumbled into the railing, and the wooden house made a toothy noise.

Torches lit up in the jungle.

Someone is running here.

The wooden door opened with a creak.

The girl raised her foot and ran, but was dragged back and fell heavily to the ground.

The phone flew out and landed on the side of the cane.

The man leaned over and picked it up.

"What's your name?" He has a gentle face, perhaps because he is getting older, he looks more kind.

The girl tremblingly replied: "Li...Lili."

"Not bad." The man looked at the phone and lifted her face with a cane: "Send her home to see her family."

The girl was overjoyed, her smile solidified on her face, and Kuba bare-armed raised a wooden stick and slammed it on the back of her head.

Splashes of blood.

The girl stopped moving in an instant.

He must be cruel. He takes people to the searched room. If the girl does not die, he will be the one who died.

The blood splattered the light bulb.

The shadow of the lamp on the wall casts Kuba's sturdy figure, leaving blood stains where he dragged people past, spreading to the bottom of the stairs.

After a while, a seven or eight-year-old kid was carrying a bucket of water to scrub the floor.

The branches in the jungle shook, and there was a sound of water, and all the sins disappeared invisible.

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"Hello, a standard room." Lin Shao took out his ID card and handed it over. The kung fu waiting for check-in tapped the counter leisurely with his fingertips, observing behind him without a trace.

There was surveillance in the hotel lobby, and the people following her did not come in.

Lin Fan blew his whistle, cast a wink at the cabinet sister, picked up the room card and went upstairs.

"Standard room, thank you." Song Yuhang took out the money from his wallet and handed it over, taking the change and room card he found and went upstairs.

Fifteen minutes later, in the dark, the second floor window quietly opened a crack, and the alley was empty.

A vigorous figure crawled down the water pipe with his bare hands and dashed into the darkness.

When Lin Wei arrived at the agreed place, Song Yuhang was already waiting.

Seeing her running over, she took a sigh of relief and greeted her: "Is it all right?"

"It's okay." Lin Wei shook his head: "It took some effort, but it was finally thrown away."

Long running and climbing made her feel a little bit of breath. Song Yuhang felt distressed. He dragged her to the root of the wall, avoided the blind corner of the road monitoring, and entered a small hotel.

The proprietress was lying in a chair, and raised her brow lazily when she saw someone coming in: "ID."

Song Yuhang directly took out double the price of the house price and put it on the counter.

The lady boss sat up, counted the money with a grin, and threw them a bunch of keys.

"Go straight upstairs and turn left."

In this way, the two people used double the money to stay in a "black shop" that does not require identity registration.

In order to perfectly round the lie and get rid of the tracker, Song Yuhang and Lin Wei deliberately left surveillance images on the street, and then checked into a large hotel. This type of hotel is generally filed with the Ministry of Public Security. No matter who it is, it can be checked by just a single check. Find out when and where she stayed in this hotel.

Whether it is the police or the unknown forces following them.

Lin Fan did the same. Her only worry was that she would run into danger if she left alone.

But Lin Wei grasped her hand and insisted to leave, lowered his voice and said, "Evidence is for you and me. They can't figure out where they are and won't rush it. Being together is really dangerous. To be separated. ."

After that, she resolutely pulled out from her palm.

Only then did Song Yuhang feel the hanging heart fall back into his stomach when he entered the room, locked the room with his backhand, and held the person tightly in his arms.

Lin Fan buried her in her neck and hugged her back.

As long as each other's feelings are confirmed, she never stingy with her love.

"Worry about me?"

Song Yuhang lifted her face and looked into her pupils, where there was also her reflection.

She smiled bitterly: "Otherwise, I'm so scared to death."

Lin Wei stood on tiptoe, and Song Yuhang would naturally not let her take the initiative to show her good opportunities.

——Sorry dividing line——

"Because most of us have exhausted all our energy just by living, so we study hard just to live better, to change our lives, to buy what we want, and to pursue the people we like. "

"Success is not only the way to study, but reading is indeed a shortcut to success. It does not require you to pay for it. It only requires you to work hard and work hard. Xiao Zhou, the teacher does not want you to drop out of school. You have to work hard. "

At noon, the teams returned to the team and opened a brief case analysis.

First, Zheng Chengrui: "I checked the computer used by the deceased Ding Xue during his lifetime, and there was nothing unusual, but when I checked the commonly used communication tools, I found traces of deleted chat records."

Song Yuhang propped his chin and leaned on the chair: "With whom? When can I recover?"

A photo was enlarged on the screen. The man was wearing gold glasses, a suit and leather shoes, and was slightly fatter.

"The current principal of Jiangcheng No. 1 Middle School, Ge Jun"

Song Yuhang knew clearly: "This Ge Jun went to the provincial capital on a business trip on the day of the crime last Friday. There is a certain suspicion of committing the crime. Send someone to contact the provincial government, please come back for tea and chat."

Zhang Jinhai paused while holding a teacup: "I'm afraid it's wrong. After all, he is the principal of the city's key middle school and a representative of the People's Congress. I will wait until the chat history is restored and there is conclusive evidence."

Everyone looked at Song Yuhang, but she didn't say anything. Turning the pen in her hand, her expression was faint.

——Sorry, the dividing line is really sorry, everyone——

"Fuck." Song Yuhang cursed secretly, watching her float into the bathroom, full of anger and nowhere to vent, took out the cigarette from her pocket and went to the window to smoke.

Looking through the curtains, the location here is excellent, just opposite the Tangshui shop, and the entire gate and yard can be seen in your eyes.

The street was quiet, with only a few dog barking occasionally. In other words, as long as there is a little movement on the other side, they can definitely hear it.

Song Yuhang took out the flashlight from his backpack, opened the window a gap, pressed the flashlight and cast it on the glass of the bungalow.

Guo Xiaoguang looked at the light spots on the floor and got up to turn on the lights.

It flashed and turned off quickly.

This is a signal they have agreed to confirm each other's safety.

Song Yuhang's hanging heart was completely relieved.

Lin Fan wiped her hair out after taking a shower. Song Yuhang glanced inadvertently and saw that she was not wearing a bathrobe belt. She was furious and rushed to take up the quilt and cover the person tightly.

"You give me peace of mind."

Lin Nian struggled and was rubbed with a towel on the bed. After her hair was almost dry, Song Yuhang got up and went to take a shower.

As soon as she left, Lin Fan crawled out of the chicken coop, threw the wet towel on her back, and raised her middle finger.

Song Yuhang poked his head out of the bathroom: "That—"

Lin Fan immediately put on the quilt and lay back.

Song Yuhang laughed, blew his whistle happily, and closed the bathroom door.

Xiaoyanger, it won't cure you anymore.

After running around for a whole day, Lin Fan was really sleepy. He covered his lips and yawned. He raised his eyes to look at her, "Aren't you sleeping?"

Just after the shower, Song Yuhang's hair was slightly damp, and he slid down behind his ear, propped an arm, and lay on his side facing her.

"If you don't sleep, you have to pay attention to the movement on the other side."

Lin Nian nestled into her arms, put her arms around her waist, and muttered: "Then I will go to bed first, and I will change you when I wake up at midnight."

"Go to sleep." Song Yuhang Ai Lian pulled the broken hair from her cheeks behind her ears for her, and the kiss fell softly on her forehead.

In order to make people sleep more peacefully, one hand was used as a pillow for her, and the other hand patted her back lightly, not planning to wake her up at night.

There was no dream in the night, and she was awakened early in the morning by the sound of the rolling shutter on the opposite side.

Guo Xiaoguang probed his head out. It was not bright yet and there were not many pedestrians on the long street. He looked around and helped his mother out, carrying a huge travel bag on his back and a suitcase in his hand. , Quickly locked the door, and dragged Guo Yuezhen away quickly.

The car arranged by Lin Fan stopped at the intersection.

It wasn't until they saw that they had gotten into the car without incident, Lin Ti fell onto the bed again with sleepy eyes.

"Ah, it's still early, go to bed, go to bed."

Song Yuhang laughed and tickled her: "Isn't it so loud last night? Huh?"

"Hahaha, stop-ah hey."

While they were playing around, another affair came to an end.

The man stood in front of the floor mirror and buttoned his buttons. Compared to Lin Youyuan, he was young and vigorous, without a trace of fat on his body. Even when he got up early in the morning, he was refreshed and his hair was meticulously groomed.

He seems to have a habit of cutting hair regularly and never let his hair and beard grow as he wants.

This rigorous style of life also destined him to be rigid in bed.

The woman was a little bit unsatisfied, barefoot and put her arms around his waist.

The man's hand that shaved his beard stiffened, and he looked down, still speaking softly, even though his heart was already thinking, what kind of specimen should this hand make?

"do what?"

The woman's hand slid down along the triangle: "When will you give me this, I think..."

The man held her hand, turned around, and smiled: "Didn't you say it, wait until you get his suicide note."

"But—" The woman frowned, shook his arm, and acted like a baby with him in an aunty tone.

"It's already like that, the company is going to collapse, he still doesn't let go, what can I do."

The man smiled meaningfully, raised her hand and kissed lightly: "Then it depends on your ability."

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Guo Xiaoguang was relieved when he got into the van, helped his mother sit down, and fastened her seat belt.

The driver in the front row was wearing sunglasses and turned around: "Mr. Guo?"

Guo Xiaoguang nodded and passed the business card over: "Miss Lin wants me to come to you."

The man looked down at his business card for a moment, and a strange smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his lips.

Guo Xiaoguang thought "not good" in his heart! , Pushed the car door motionless, and when he raised his head again, he was held against his forehead with a gun.

"My son, Xiaoguang, Xiaoguang, what's the matter?" The old lady heard the movement and stretched out her hand to fumble.

Guo Xiaoguang held his mother's hand in cold sweat, and swallowed: "It's okay, Mom, brother is chatting with me."

A smile appeared on the man's face, and he was quite aware of current affairs.

He took the gun and drove: "Let's go, my boss wants to see you, don't let his old man wait for a long time."