Rebirth: A Female Forensic Doctor

"Hong Yi." Ye Fan called lightly and pointed towards him faintly.

The floating soul instantly solidified, and the bloody halo around it dispersed, revealing a naked body covered with knife marks, like a broken clay figure that had been patched up piece by piece.

Click, click, click!

The deceased turned his head towards Ye Fan, his face also covered with horrific knife marks. What was even more terrifying was that he had no eyes, only empty eye sockets, and inside the eye sockets were two black holes.

Exactly the same as the corpse lying on the autopsy table, it was Hong Yi's soul.

"Ye, Fan." A buzzing ghost voice sounded, with a palpitating tone. His lips were cut with two crossed knife marks. His lips did not move. After the words were finished, the whining ghost sounds filled the autopsy room.

It rang out with an echo, like crying or howling.

Bang bang bang!

The table on which the tools were placed suddenly shook as if it had been hit by an earthquake, and the scalpels, small saws, tweezers and other tools on it began to beat as if they had souls of their own.

Ye Fan glanced lightly, as if watching a naughty child crying, let him make a fuss, and then said indifferently: "Have you had enough?"

Bang!

The shaking platform suddenly calmed down, and the tools on it became so quiet that even the howling wind disappeared without a trace.

"Now that we've made enough trouble, let's talk about who killed you?" Ye Fan looked at Hong Yi's soul with sharp eyes, and frowned when he saw his naked appearance, which really made his eyes dirty.

When he was lying on the autopsy table, in her eyes, he was just a corpse, regardless of gender. But when the soul stood in front of her like this, it was not related to gender. It was too dirty.

She has never even seen Dear Ming Jiu.

Turning around, he picked up a white cloth and covered it with the corpse on the autopsy table. Ye Fan moved his right hand and held a magic talisman between his fingers. He shook it lightly and the talisman turned into a wisp of smoke. It circled around the body and then disappeared.

Injected into Hong Yi's spirit body.

A burst of light flashed through the spirit body, and Chi Guo's body was wrapped tightly with a white cloth. The knife marks on his face disappeared, and his eyes were no longer empty, but two clusters of faint green light floated.

He looked like a will-o'-the-wisp, except for his eyes, which had basically returned to the way he looked before death.

"Ye Fan, wuwu, it's you, it's you who killed me, it's all because of you..." Green eyes stared at Ye Fan sinisterly, Hong Yi suddenly made a ghostly buzzing sound of hatred, and his body kept stopping

He was shaking, as if he wanted to reach out his hand to strangle Ye Fan, but he was wrapped tightly in white cloth. Let alone extending his hand, he didn't even have the ability to float away from the place.

As a newly deceased person, even if he was born with resentment, he would not have the power to break free from Ye Fan's shackles. Even if he was given time to absorb the resentment and transform into Li Ling, he would be nothing more than a small shrimp in front of the current Ye Fan.

"Me?" Ye Fan raised his eyebrows in a funny way, "Although you are not a human being, please be reasonable. When you died, I was waiting to arrest you in Hongzhai."

After Li Lanke's death, his spirit body became a "lost soul" and a fool. Could this Hong Yi have been tortured too much and gone crazy?

"Catch me? Why do you catch me?" Hong Yi opened his shameless mouth and screamed at Ye Fan. The will-o'-the-wisps in his eyes jumped violently, and terrible knife marks began to appear on his face. He ridiculously wanted to use ghost

Xianghe released ghost energy to scare Ye Fan, just like he had just used Yin energy to shake the platform.

"If you hadn't injured me, caused me to be whipped in the torture hall, and asked my uncle to put me in solitary confinement, I wouldn't have had to sneak out of the old house. There was no bodyguard around me to protect me, which gave the murderer an opportunity. If it hadn't been for my physical weakness,

How could that murderer kill me..."

Hong Yi raised his head and complained loudly. His whole face burst into flames, and his eyes shed green tears of blood. His boundless screams caused a whining wind in the anatomy room, and the tools placed on the table were blown to the ground. The package

The white cloth on his body also had a tendency to tear.

"One knife, another knife, I clearly felt the lingering pain of each knife cut on my body, two hundred and fifty knives... a total of 215 knives, just scratching my body, and I still...

"

The whining wind became stronger, and the resentment on Hong Yi's spirit body became heavier and heavier. The corpse on the autopsy table suddenly started to move, and its arms were slowly raised. As the corpse's arms were raised, the corpse was covered with it.

The white cloth also slipped slightly, revealing half of the head. He slowly turned around Ye Fan. The empty eyes on the corpse seemed to be staring at her, and the green eyes were rotating in them.

Hong Yi's mournful ghost voice continued to buzz: "I also watched my lifeblood being...ah, the pain I suffered, the suffering I suffered, and my despair were all because of you... Ye Fan

, I will make you pay with your life..."

For a man, it goes without saying how important the life root is, especially for a man who is as lustful as life, the life root may be more important than life.

The murderer tortured Hong Yi, and the most severe blow was to castrate him alive, and it was not a 'gentle' castration. Judging from the knife edges on the corpse, it was definitely a blunt knife cutting bit by bit. In this process

, the most terrifying thing is the suffering in his heart, that kind of despair is definitely more torturous than the 250 knives scratched on his body.

Ye Fan just listened calmly from beginning to end and did not stop him from doing all kinds of crazy tricks. How could such a small scene scare her.

But she wasn't prepared to let him continue to go crazy. Everything else was fine. What concerned her was the corpse on the autopsy table. What if she got too big and damaged the corpse?

So, when the corpse on the autopsy table was about to sit up, she raised her hand, made a mudra, and moved lightly into the void.

The roaring wind stopped, and the vibrating table was as quiet as a dog. Even the corpse whose upper body had left the autopsy table lay back down, with its head still neatly positioned.

Hong Yi's spirit body still wanted to struggle, but found that the resentment he had gathered was instantly dispersed, and his cracked face returned to normal.

He went crazy and lonely, and from beginning to end, not even a single hair of Ye Fan was hurt.

"You were stupid as a human being, and you are even more stupid as a deceased person." Ye Fan raised his eyelids and spoke with disgust, as if you were not lying on my dissecting table, I would not bother to care about you.

Disliked.

"you……"

"You still can't see the situation clearly? As a human being, you can't defeat me, but you still want to mess with me. As a deceased person, you should be able to sense that I am a cultivating heavenly master, and you still play such little tricks in front of me again and again.

Tell me, are you stupid? You will end up in this situation and die because of your own stupidity." Ye Fan said mercilessly. She usually doesn't like to talk and has a venomous tongue that scares even ghosts.

Hong Yi: "..."