Rebirth: A Female Forensic Doctor

The Chang team first marched and realized the conversation between the two of them just now. Later, they realized that Ye Fan suspected that the paparazzi squatting outside took pictures or saw something?

He gestured to Gu Yuan, took her mobile phone, looked at the photo carefully, and zoomed in. After a while, he finally discovered that the photo was not taken from the front of Shenghao Gate, but from the side.

From the angle, you can see half of the side balcony, and you can see clearly from all five floors. Even the golden light emitted from the wall seems to be much weaker at this angle.

Team Chang's eyes also shone brightly, and he handed the phone to Gu Yuan and said: "You should contact this media immediately, get the photos taken by the paparazzi last night, and record a confession for them."

"Yes." Gu Yuan stood up, took the phone and saluted excitedly, turned around and ran out of the conference room.

Ye Fan continued to talk about Hong Yi's autopsy, and when he was about to say that something was found in his throat, there was a knock on the conference room door that had just been closed.

"Come in."

The door of the conference room was opened, and a police officer stood at the door and saluted: "Team Chang, the Hong family is here."

Team Chang paused for a moment and said: "Okay, you take them to the forensic team to identify the body first, we will arrive later."

"Yes." The police officer saluted and closed the door of the conference room.

Ye Fan swallowed what he wanted to say before and said instead: "Captain Chang, I want to meet the Hong family first."

Team Chang pondered for a moment and nodded: "The meeting is about the same, let's adjourn first. Ping Fei, Han Han, you go ahead and do what you just said. Qian Qian, your technical team will also step up the inspection of the physical evidence."

After saying that, the regular team adjourned the meeting and followed Ye Fan and Xia Dong to the forensic team.

The people from the Hong family were Hong Wuxing, Hong Wukun, and Hong Yi's half-brother Hong Ying.

Compared with the hysteria last night, Hong Wukun's face is calm now, with no sadness at all on his face, and his back is straight, but his gray hair and dull eyes make people feel more sad.

"Three of you, please come in with me." Hua Ming opened the door of the morgue and led them in.

The temperature in the morgue was very low, and there was a light white mist. As soon as they stepped in, they all shivered after practicing their inner strength. This chill reached to their hearts, causing their hearts to convulse.

In the empty morgue, there was an iron bed in the middle, covered with a white cloth.

Hong Wukun's footsteps paused, and so did Hong Wuxing and Hong Ying who were following him.

Hong Ying's face was haggard, his eyes were red, and he was staring at the white cloth on the iron bed. Tears could not help but seep out from the corners of his eyes. He raised his head and reached out to hold Hong Wukun's arm.

"I'm fine." Hong Wukun waved his hand and walked over step by step.

Hua Ming glanced at them, lifted up the white cloth, and a terrifying pale-white face with eyes gouged out and full of knife marks came into their eyes.

Although they had been mentally prepared, the three of them were deeply shocked when they saw his face. They did not expect that he would die so miserably.

"Ah Yi." Hong Wuxing stepped forward in two steps, holding the iron bed with one hand, and the other hand tremblingly stretched out to Hong Yi's face, stopping on his empty eye sockets, but he could not touch it or support it.

The hand holding the iron bed went limp, and his spine slumped.

"Brother, brother." Hong Ying couldn't bear it any longer. He threw himself over and knelt down beside the bed, tears streaming down his face. "Brother, who killed you? Why is it so cruel?"

When he knew that his eldest brother was dead, he simply couldn't believe it. He finally allowed himself to accept it, but he didn't expect that not only was he killed, but he died so miserably. The murderer was so cruel.

The one who looked the calmest was Hong Wukun. He stood there and didn't move for a long time. He just lowered his eyes and stared deeply at Hong Yi. For many years, since he grew up, he has never looked at him again.

His son.

Suddenly, Hong Wukun stepped forward in two steps, stretched out his hand and lifted the covering of white cloth without any warning, and Hong Yi's shocking knife edge was displayed in front of their eyes, especially a certain part below.

The white cloth slowly slipped from the hand and fell to the ground. A heartbroken howl echoed in the morgue: "Ah..."

Hong Ying clenched his hands into fists, his eyes were cracked, he raised his head and screamed.

Hong Wuxing swayed, staring at Hong Yi's body, slowly sliding down and half-kneeling on the ground.

Hong Wukun's pupils only tightened the moment he lifted the white cloth, and his eyes were filled with extremely strong emotions. They soon returned to calm. He slowly squatted down and reached out to pick up the white cloth that fell to the ground. It was so light and fluttering.

A piece of white cloth seemed to weigh a thousand kilograms, and I couldn't pick it up several times.

It was the first time that Hua Ming saw the scene where the family members recognized the corpse. He couldn't bear to turn his head away. He didn't pay attention for a moment and asked the family members of the deceased to lift the white cloth. Seeing them like this, especially Hong Wukun's silent and expressionless look, made him sad.

He was regretful and sad, and couldn't help but shed tears.

The real extreme pain is when there are no tears, because they are all shed in my heart and the pain is in my heart.

The way Hong Yi was killed was so horrific. In order to prevent his family members from seeing all the details of his death, Dr.

Make this mistake.

"Poof..." A sound of blood spurting fell in everyone's ears, and Hong Wukun was seen holding a white cloth in his hand. The white cloth was dotted with dots of blood, and blood gushed out from the corners of his mouth.

"A Kun."

"dad."

Hong Wuxing and Hong Ying supported the person, with worried looks on their tearful faces.

"I'm fine." Hong Wukun waved his hand, his voice was so hoarse that it was almost impossible to hear what he was saying. He held the white cloth tightly in his hand and struggled to stand up. Finally, he stood up with the help of the two people.

stand up.

He held the iron mortuary bed with his hands, and covered Hong Yi's body bit by bit with the white cloth stained with his blood, from feet to head, and finally when covering his face, he paused, deep in thought.

Staring deeply, he opened his mouth and said in a low voice and calmly, "Ayi, sleep well, dad is gone."

Hong Wuxing, Hong Ying and Hua Ming couldn't help but shed tears.

A man doesn't shed tears lightly, but he hasn't reached the point where he is sad.

After coming out of the morgue, there were three people waiting outside the door.

"Team Chang, Medical Examiner Xia, Consultant Ye." Hua Ming walked over and whispered, "I'm sorry, they saw the knife wound on Hong Yi's body."

Xia Dong glanced at him and said nothing.

Ye Fan stepped forward and spoke first: "Uncle Hong, Second Uncle Hong, Cousin Ying, my condolences."

"Ye..." Hong Wuxing nodded, wiped the tears on his face, looked at Hong Wukun next to him who seemed to have lost his soul, and said hoarsely: "Please be sure to find the murderer to sacrifice A Yi's spirit in heaven."