Rebirth: A Female Forensic Doctor

Xie Qi's home has long been sealed, and a seal is posted on the outside of the door.

The neighbor across the street also saw the police report, the discussion with netizens, and the petition. He also signed the petition with his real name. He had known each other for many years and he knew what kind of person Xie Qi was. He really didn’t want him to be ruined like this.

In hatred.

He should have had a great future and a bright future.

It was lust, selfishness, and jealousy that destroyed two great talents and two young lives, no, more than two, their own, and those who were forced or voluntarily implicated.

He walked past the door and let out a long sigh. Suddenly, he seemed to hear a sound coming from behind the sealed door. He walked in and pressed against the door, listening carefully. It was quiet inside, and there was no sound. He thought it must be

Got it wrong.

Just across the door, in the room filled with photos of Bai Xingyue, most of the photos had been taken away by the police, but the large photo was still hanging there and had not been taken away, including the one in front of the photo.

Desk case.

A pair of skinny hands flicked a match and threw it into the brazier in front of the desk. Then he held a large stack of printed papers tremblingly and threw them into the brazier one by one, with very fast movements.

Slowly, accompanied by the sound of crying but also laughing.

In front of the brazier, there was a figure kneeling, wearing all black, with the hood of the windbreaker covering his head. He lowered his head and couldn't see his face clearly. He could only hear the low and hoarse voice like a ghost: "

Yue'er, you can rest in peace, Yue'er, Yue'er, your revenge has been avenged..."

Behind the kneeling figure, Ye Fan stood there at some point. She looked at Bai Xingyue's photo, stepped forward, and made a slight sound of footsteps.

The kneeling figure stopped throwing paper into the brazier, and his body trembled suddenly.

Ye Fan didn't look at the figure. He stepped over and stood in front of the table. He took out three sticks from a new pack of incense on the table. She brushed it with her palms and the three sticks were lit. She closed her palms and made a standard

Make the gesture of offering incense and then insert the incense into the incense burner.

Then she withdrew her hand, pointed her fingers on the table, and made a thud sound. Behind her, the kneeling figure trembled uncontrollably. When her fingers loosened, the paper she had been holding fell into the brazier.

It is vaguely visible that the above are the remarks of authoritative experts.

"Lu, Jing, Lan."

Ye Fan's thin lips opened slightly, and his voice was calm and indifferent. However, when it fell into the ears of the figure kneeling behind him, it was like thunder. The face that had been hanging down suddenly lifted up, revealing an old, wrinkled face of an old man.

, gray hair is faintly exposed under the hood.

Although this face is pale, the elegance and beauty of youth can be seen between the eyebrows and eyes, and the eyes that tightened due to extreme shock are somewhat familiar.

"You, what are you...?" Lu Jinglan's cracked mouth opened, her voice was hoarse and ghostly, like a man but not a man, a woman but not a woman, as if her throat had been burned.

Ye Fan turned around, looked at this pair of familiar eyes, and sighed quietly: "It is indeed you." She had seen these eyes more than twice, but never cared about them, but she didn't want to think that she was the one she had been tracking.

The real culprit in the murder case.

The expression on Lu Jinglan's face changed rapidly and then slowly returned to calm. Over the years, she had rarely experienced such big mood swings.

"I think I'm perfectly disguised, how did you find me?"

"There is no such thing as a perfect disguise in this world, but you are indeed very powerful. In front of me, you did not show a single flaw. At first, I did think that Xie Qi killed the person."

Ye Fan knelt down on her knees, picked up the printed papers beside her, and threw them into the fire pot one by one just like she had done before. The firelight reflected her fair and indifferent eyebrows, and her drooped eyelids covered up the wisdom in her eyes and her voice.

Ping An calmly said: "Xie Qi had a motive for murder, there was a murder weapon at home, and there were traces of the deceased on his body. He also committed suicide out of fear of crime, and confessed to the fact of the murder before his death. No matter from every point of view, he is the real murderer."

"However, no rock climbing equipment used by the murderer was found in his home. He had prepared all the incriminating evidence for the police. Why did he leave out such an important thing?"

"I'm a person who has doubts. If I don't want to get a clear answer, I feel uncomfortable. This thought really made me think of a possibility."

Ye Fan threw another piece of paper into the brazier, and with a bang, the flames rose. Her fair and slender fingers retracted slightly, and the corners of her mouth moved: "Could it be because this rock climbing equipment cannot be used by the police?"

See?"

"Why can't the police see it?"

"Because it has the marks of the real murderer on it."

"The Y family's classic 'Plum Blossom Model' was produced ten years ago. The murderer could not have used it only when killing people. That pair of rock climbing shoes and that rock climbing rope cannot directly erase the original fingerprints like a life-saving knife.

Just print a new fingerprint and it will be perfect. With today's technology, it is too easy to detect the traces of the user, especially the pair of rock climbing shoes."

Ye Fan's eyes fell on her kneeling feet, his eyelids moved slightly, and he continued: "Xie Qi's feet are small, but there are differences between men and women. Most people wear climbing shoes one or two sizes smaller, but

If Xie Qi wears it, it is still too reluctant, and if different people wear it, the wear and tear on the soles of the feet will be very different."

Thinking of something, she paused, and a hint of smile escaped from the corner of her mouth: "Auntie Shenghao's cleaning lady, when I went to the hospital to record her confession, I saw the shoes beside her bed, and I noticed it at that time.

I noticed something strange, but I couldn’t figure out what the problem was until I repeatedly watched the surveillance video of the back door.”

"The murderer pretended to be Aunt Wang and wore her clothes and shoes. With her shoe size, Xie Qi couldn't fit them in. But in the surveillance video, the murderer not only wore them, but also walked very steadily."

"So, I suspected that the murderer was someone else, and Xie Qi was taking the blame for the real murderer."

Lu Jinglan's expression changed again, the turbidity that only belonged to a middle-aged woman dissipated in her eyes, and a different kind of look floated in her eyes, making her old face instantly brighter.

"What else?" The hoarse voice revealed a little bit of smile.

"Although Xie Qi's hobby is rock climbing, he is not good at it and has never participated in any major competitions. No one in his social circle has such a set of equipment, so I found someone and carefully checked the list except for

Asian personnel other than Hong Yi.”

"It's a coincidence that one of the women, Lu Jinglan, has her registered residence in the same city and hometown as Grandma Xie Qi's family."

"Bai Xingyue's college roommate said that Bai Xingyue and Xie Qi were childhood sweethearts. They were neighbors when they were young, and Xie Qi lived in her grandmother's house since she was a child. This makes me wonder if Lu Jinglan and Bai Xingyue are related.

Woolen cloth?"