Rebirth: A Female Forensic Doctor

This drawing table is made of wood and the surface is clean. In a classroom full of colors, Ye Fan can smell a different smell of paint, which proves that this drawing table is either new or refurbished.

Painted.

The headless female corpse was decapitated on this table, and blood must have been splattered everywhere. The original painting table in the classroom should have been stained with a lot of paint. If such a painting table was just cleaned, it would not be clean, so

The killer simply repainted it or replaced it with a new one.

However, this is a school classroom. A sudden painting or new desks will definitely attract attention, unless the identity of the murderer allows him to do it openly.

Ye Fan carefully looked at the paints on the painting table. There were several colors on them that were very similar to the brown stains on the shoulders of the headless woman's corpse. This could allow the technical team to conduct component testing and analysis.

Nothing on the table looked suspicious, and Ye Fan was not surprised. She walked around the painting table, walking like the spirit body of the headless female corpse just now, raising her hands and arms slightly, and moving her steps

It's not like normal, but rather like spinning.

Some newly deceased people will repeat the actions they performed before death. The actions performed by the headless female corpse should be what she did before death.

Ye Fan imitated her movements, and glanced at the window glass next to him from the corner of his eye. In the darkness, her figure was reflected on it, and a faint fire floated next to it. At first glance, it looked like a ghost with a will-o'-the-wisp floating next to it.

It makes people's hair stand on end.

"This action is very similar to..." Ye Fan's focus was on her own actions. She imagined the circumstances under which the deceased would do this action. Her fingers moved slightly, like

The void hugged something, was carried by it, or carried it, and then spun around the painting table like a waltz, and then lay on its back on the table.

Ye Fan lowered his waist backwards, hanging on the painting table, turned his head, looked at himself in the window glass, and suddenly transformed into the girl in the photo. There was a man lying on her body, and his appearance could not be seen clearly.

He seemed to let out a laugh, then pressed down on her...

"Ah..." Ye Fan suddenly pushed towards the void, stood up straight, and came back from the fantasy. Her fair face was stained with a faint blush. She shyly patted her hot little face, a little...

He said to himself in embarrassment and annoyance: "How could I put that bastard in my place, and still want to get close to me like him? Ah..."

Ye Fan covered her face with her hands, and her eyes, as clear as spring water with two obsidian-like eyes embedded in them, turned around guiltily, as if the next moment, Bastard Jiudan would appear in front of her with an army of skeletons, holding a

A bouquet of beautiful ghost flame flowers, with a gentle and exciting smile on her unparalleled face, said to her: "Daughter-in-law, originally you wanted your husband to do that to you..."

"Ah, no, you bastard, get out of here." Ye Fan kicked into the void, panting slightly. In the dark and quiet classroom, the only thing that could be heard was the drum-like heartbeat coming from her chest.

"Dong dong dong", so chaotic and powerful.

She didn't realize that a faint golden light was emitting from her forehead, and a bud was dancing like a naughty child. The petals seemed to be spread wider than before.

Ringing~~~

While he was feeling guilty, the ghost phone suddenly rang. Ye Fan was startled. He patted his hot cheek, picked it up and saw that his whole face turned red.

It turned out to be the bastard who made her heart beat out of order. Ye Fan did not hesitate and decisively refused, and turned off the ghost phone directly.

After doing all this, she breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, in the afterlife world, deep in the Netherworld and Purgatory, a floating curtain in the void in front of Ming Jiu was filled with darkness. His original peerless smile gradually turned gloomy, and the evil aura that destroyed the heaven and earth rolled around him.

Bang!

The floating curtain shattered and turned into nothingness.

Clattering sound!

The 'Forbidden God Chain' that locked his arms vibrated and tightened continuously, causing blood to flow from his arm. When it was stained with his blood, the 'Forbidden God Chain' seemed to be full of energy and came to life. The other end flew up in vain.

Hit his back with the whip one after another, and each blow will bring up a cloud of blood mist, which emits a purple-gold light.

Ming Jiu's face was covered with cold sweat, but his expression did not change at all, as if he was not the one who was enduring the torture.

He raised his head and looked at the endless sky above the abyss of purgatory. His purple eyes shot out violent light, and Yan Hong's lips moved slightly, emitting a faint but shocking thunder sound that seemed to come from ancient times.

"You, if you dare to touch her again, I will destroy the three realms."

Click!

Like the wrath of the sky, pillar-like thunder struck down from the void sky, crackling with such force that it completely engulfed him.

"Oh, what can you do to me about the Nine-Xiao Sky Thunder?" A soft roar overflowed from the raging thunder, full of disdain.

The thunderstorm seemed to be irritated, erupting with more tyrannical momentum.

Ming Jiu sat cross-legged, standing still even when Tianlei approached him. A fire lotus bloomed between his eyebrows, and a wisp of purple light shot out from it.

A little man who looked exactly like him in the purple light was not afraid of the raging thunder, broke through the thunder net, and escaped towards the abyss of purgatory.

Click boom!

A wisp of purple thunder descended from the void sky. Although it was only a small wisp, it was more amazing than the previous pillar-like thunder aura.

The purple thunder broke through the void and chased the little man. It was so fast that it hit the little man in one fell swoop.

The little man shook a little, and his figure was so dim that he was almost extinguished.

At this time, a huge palm flew in the air and blocked Zi Lei's second blow, and the little man took the opportunity to escape.

The huge palm was retracted, and an old voice rang out in the abyss of purgatory, full of endless sighs: "Is it worth losing the Nether Infant that took thousands of years to cultivate?"

After the thunder and lightning dissipated, Ming Jiu still sat upright. The red robe on his body had been shattered, revealing his scarred body. His whole body was sluggish, and his peerless face was completely drained of blood, like an exquisite broken doll.

Hearing this, the corners of his mouth raised into an innocent and happy smile, and his voice was so weak that it disappeared from the corners of his mouth: "It's worth it."

"Hey." The old voice sighed faintly, revealing helplessness; "If she comes back like this, we can't bear her anger."

"What have you got to do with me?" Ming Jiu's godless purple eyes flashed with evil amusement.

"You..." The old voice was filled with anger, and then he chuckled: "I wonder why she suddenly lost contact?"

"What happened to her?" Ming Jiu was really anxious. He threw himself forward, his purple eyes full of boundless fear.

"She..." the old voice said slowly, with the joy of revenge, "I can't bear to be disturbed by you, so I turned off my phone."

Shut down the machine!