My Dear Miss Medical Examiner

Fang Xin and Duan Cheng supported her on the left and the right, Zhang Jinhai guarded the front and Zheng Chengrui stood behind.

This is a long underground passage. Water seeps down from the ceiling. There is also a layer of water floating with garbage or plastic bags under the feet. From time to time, mice squeaked past them.

The enemy is in the dark, I am in the light, and the danger will come without knowing when, everyone's mental state is highly tense.

Following the mark left by Song Yuhang, he turned a corner, two fork roads, one faintly revealed some light, and the other led to the darkness.

Lin Fan stopped, and the group looked back at her. She put her arm off Duan Cheng's shoulder and stood alone.

"Duan Cheng, give me your gun."

Duan Cheng was puzzled. He was about to pull the gun from the holster and hand it to her, but Fang Xin stopped him.

"Sister Lin, you..."

"You go back." Lin Fei said lightly, and walked forward on the wall by himself.

"I guess the mission Feng Ju has given you is just to rescue me. When the mission is completed, go back, and don't follow the next one."

The Chu Nan case is very involved. She still has no clue. Song Yuhang has already been involved, and she doesn't want to involve others anymore.

Duan Cheng chased for two steps, and the sound of footsteps clashed in the stagnant water: "But, how did the two of you fight? You still have injuries..."

"So isn't it asking you to give me your gun? It's a burden to follow." Lin was so annoyed that he chopped his hand and grabbed the gun in his hand, loaded the bullet, and pulled the safety off.

"This is my business, don't interfere."

The black muzzle lifted slightly, pointing at him, Lin Fan turned his head to look at Zhang Jinhai: "Team Zhang, take them back."

In Lin Wei's impression, Zhang Jinhai is a timid and greasy middle-aged uncle with a family, so he will definitely agree. As long as Zhang Jinhai agrees, the technical investigators will have to leave if they don't leave.

But what she never expected was that Zhang Jinhai stepped forward and pulled her muzzle away: "Your gun should be aimed at the enemy and not at your colleague. Forensic Doctor Lin may be wrong. We received the task. Not to rescue you, but to protect you and bring you back to the city bureau safely."

Lin Wei was taken aback, but he smiled again. When speaking, he would unconsciously **** his protruding belly back so that the body armor was worn more closely. Then he walked to the front and led the way again. Slippery tone.

"Hey, you are still ours in our Jiangcheng City Bureau for a day. The crime of assaulting the police is unforgivable, let alone I am at this age, and I want to gain some meritorious service and rise by one level, otherwise it will not be too much. I have to retreat in the next year."

Fang Xin also stepped forward to pull her: "Let's go, Sister Lin, the three heads are still worthy of Zhuge Liang."

Zheng Chengrui followed: "So what, I can't do anything else, it's okay to quickly plan the most reasonable escape route."

Duan Cheng: "...Shut up, Brother Zheng."

Lin Fan was dragged away: "You..."

She seemed to want to say something, her eye sockets became hot, her lips tightened, and she finally didn't say that sentence.

I will protect you as much as I can.

The group walked into the darkness again, and before they went far, they heard a loud gunshot.

At that moment, Lin resented the beasts resurrecting in the forest, the exhaustion in his eyes was swept away, and he rushed to the front over the crowd.

She raised her hand: "The battle formation, Duan Cheng Lao Zheng protects Fang Xin, I'm in front, behind... I'll hand it over to Team Zhang."

Although Lin Fei had injuries, he was one of the best in fighting skills and experience.

After all, Zhang Jinhai drags his family with him, and she is the most suitable one to bring him.

The others had no objection and nodded, only hearing each other's heavy breathing in the quiet atmosphere.

Duan Cheng's gun was taken away by Lin Fei, and he squeezed an electric baton in his hand, with cold sweat in his palm, and he almost couldn't hold the stick smoothly.

Lin Fan smiled lightly: "Don't be afraid, anyway, if you wear a bulletproof vest, you won't die if you don't hit the spot."

"It's light, what should I do if I get a headshot?" A group of people walked silently against the root of the wall, and Duan Cheng lowered his voice and asked.

Lin Wei snorted: "How can it be so easy to get a headshot when the target is moving, unless you stand still as a live target, otherwise do you think sharpshooters are so easy to train?"

As soon as her voice fell, there was another gunshot, and people had already rushed out and broke into the door directly.

Song Yuhang was already fighting with the man in black. This is an open operating room hidden underground. It is brightly lit, with monitors and centrifuges beside the bed. There is a child lying on the bed. The equipment trays overturned and the equipment fell on the ground. Fortunately, Song Yuhang came in time.

The few shots just now were shots by her, but unfortunately, the murderer reacted extremely quickly, not only hiding in the back, but also fighting her close.

Song Yuhang was pinched to the ground by his neck. The man's arms were sturdy and powerful, and her face was pale when pinched.

Song Yuhang struggled, touched the scalpel that fell to the side, grabbed it suddenly, and slammed it against his neck.

The blade between the sparks and flints was already in front of him, and the man's pupils shrank, and it was too late for him to stop his hands quickly.

Song Yuhang bullied himself and drew a blood line in the air. The man covered his neck and stepped back, his eyes falling on the pistol that had been shot aside.

Song Yuhang also saw it. Two people robbed it at the same time.

Another fist hit his temple fiercely, and Song Yuhang's eyes were gold stars, and his eardrums hummed.

Fighting could have caused her to subconsciously kneel, knock the person out of the sky, and then stood up and grabbed his neck to touch the gun. The man was naturally unwilling to show weakness and fell to the ground at the same time with a whip leg.

The corner of Song Yuhang's lips was immediately smashed with blood foam, and both flew out and broke the glass at the entrance of the operating room.

Lin Nian held the gun, panting undecided, unable to pull the trigger for a long time, and the two of them got too close...

Song Yuhang took the time to look at her: "Leave me alone, take the baby away!"

As she spoke, the man broke her fingers one by one, and the bones and hair made a crisp sound, Song Yuhang was sweating profusely with pain, and his face was pale.

The gun in the palm was finally taken out, and the cold muzzle touched her forehead.

The man in black squeezed the trigger slightly, Song Yuhang endured the pain, panting, still smiling.

Those crazy, bloodthirsty and arrogant eyes were a bit similar to Lin Wei.

With the man's dazed effort, Song Yuhang stubbornly grabbed the **** of his rifle, and the two wrestled with each other.

The man pressed the muzzle down, and Song Yuhang gritted his teeth and broke off.

"Bang!" Under the action of gravity, the trigger was finally pulled down.

Lin Fei's heart instantly mentioned his throat: "Song Yuhang!"

The bullet flew past her face and interrupted the foot of the bedside table. The monitor fell to the ground, torn apart, and the instrument screamed sharply.

Knowing that she was okay, Lin Tien no longer delayed, rushed to check on the baby, quickly lifted her eyelids, touched the carotid artery pulsation, and opened her clothes to take a look.

The man's eyes were splitting, and he roared, "Don't touch her!" He rushed towards Lin Nian.

Song Yuhang flew up, hugged his waist tightly, and dragged the person back.

The man hit her on the head with his fist and smashed her temple with his elbow. Song Yuhang quickly became dizzy, and blood was coughed up from the corner of her lips, but she still did not let go, her swollen eyes almost narrowed into a line.

Through the peripheral light, she saw Lin Wei pull up the monitor on the girl's body and hugged the person up, with a smile of relief on the corners of her lips.

"It's just that I'm unconscious from anesthesia, so I rushed to see a doctor." Lin Wei said, and handed the child to Zhang Jinhai and others.

Zhang Jinhai carried the person on his back: "What about you?"

"Team Song is still inside, I have to save her."

Several people hid in a small gap beside the hospital bed.

"I'm going too..." Duan Cheng said that he was about to run out, and Lin Ti pushed him back.

"Hurry up! This is a superior order, go!"

"Never want to leave!!!" The man roared, his eyes were red, and after breaking Song Yuhang's arm, he slammed backwards.

There was a crunch of bones, severe pain struck, Song Yuhang's face was pale, huge beads of sweat rolled down from his forehead, and his body was lightened, and he was lifted up high and hit the wall fiercely.

She rolled a few times and knocked over the medicine cabinet, leaving blood stains on the wall in an instant.

Lin Nian shrank at the corner of the bed, saw a hand picking up the gun from the ground, and suddenly his pupils shrank, and he shouted, "Go!" He pushed the person out.

Several people fell outside the door, and Zhang Jinhai panted heavily and carefully guarded the child to avoid knocking her head.

Duan Cheng got up from the ground with a reel, and was instantly pulled down by Fang Xin: "Lie down!!!"

"Bang bang bang!" The bullet instantly passed through the steel door, leaving small holes, casting a few rays of light in the darkness.

Several people hugged their heads on the ground and shrank into a ball. The atmosphere did not dare to breathe, and they did not dare to imagine what was inside.

Duan Cheng's eyes were red: "Sister Lin, Team Song..."

Zhang Jinhai took the lead to come back to his senses, put the child on his back, and pulled one up: "Go, go! Go out and call for support!"

Even Song Yuhang can only be worthy of a tie with the man in black. Adding a few of them is just a mess, not to mention that in a cramped and crowded room, the gun is a **** piece of iron.

The shooting level of these people is good if you don't accidentally injure your own people.

The two evils are the less powerful. Since he brought them out, it is necessary to bring them back alive.

Zhang Jinhai gritted his teeth, carried a child on his back, and ran forward with a few young people who were panicked facing a live ammunition for the first time.

Zheng Chengrui's glasses were all skewed, and he wiped the tears on his face that he didn't know when, and finally he was relieved from the state of being too frightened and too weak.

He quickly tapped the microcomputer on his right arm and wiped a handful of dust on it. The screen was broken, but it was barely usable.

He didn't know where his strength was, and dragged his fat short legs to the front: "Here, go here, I'll lead the way."

After the dust and smoke passed, Lin Fei crawled out from under the shelf of the fallen hospital bed. The room was in a mess, with bullet marks on the walls and ceilings, the centrifuge was shattered, scarlet plasma dripped all over, the room was dark, and the chandelier on the ceiling hit her eyes.

After Lin Nai's eyes adjusted to the darkness, he crawled over the floor with the broken glass ballast.

She was looking for Song Yuhang: "Song Yuhang, Song Yuhang..." People who have always been frivolous rarely showed a trace of panic, so that their voice trembled slightly.

A woman's faint cough came from the door, and Song Yuhang slipped off the man in black, holding a spittoon in his hand, with blood on the mouth of the bottle.

At the critical moment, seeing that the gun was aimed at Lin Wei, Song Yuhang got up from the ground without even thinking about it. He didn't care about dizziness or body pain. He could have made her leap like a tiger from behind. He pushed the man in black to the ground, grabbed his wrist abruptly and deflected it from the muzzle, the direction where the bullet was shot.

The man in black was struggling, she didn't know where the strength came from, she just picked up the spittoon that was rolling next to him and greeted him at his temple, again and again, until the blood leaked from his mouth and nose. Gradually there was no movement.

Song Yuhang only let go of his hand, and neither of them was hurt lightly.

The man in black knocked on the ground head down, a pool of blood next to his head.

And she lay on her back, panting heavily, her physical strength reached her limit, and her body was as soft as cotton candy, and she felt difficult to move her fingers even when she heard Lin Fan's call to speak, she coughed up blood.

Lin Nian crawled over, took her face up, rubbed the blood stains on her face with his hands, but he couldn't clean it.

The voice suddenly choked up: "Song Yuhang, Song Yuhang..."

She had never seen her so embarrassed before, covered in blood, her black training clothes were soaked, her nose was blue and her face was swollen, one eye was beaten to congestion and swelling, and her right hand was unable to exert her strength, and she fell softly. on the ground. It was dark in the room, Lin Tien couldn't see where she was hurt, he just dragged people up, Song Yuhang Shen, not to mention that she was also hurt now and couldn't hold her.

Lin Fan's tears came down instantly.

"Where did you hurt? Where did you hurt? Go... Let's go to the hospital..." Lin Fan sucked his nose, shaking himself, but still biting and helping people up, the two of them staggered and walked barely a few steps. Both fell to the ground again.

This time, Lin Fan didn't let her be a human mat.

Song Yuhang lay on her shoulders, coughing and laughing.

"It's rare to see you cry for me once..."

"But..." She barely lifted her movable left hand, and reached out to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"Don't cry, when you cry, I feel distressed."

She said, frowning uncomfortably, and vomiting a big mouthful of bruises, her face pale.

Lin Nian patted her on the back and went smoothly for her. Suddenly, he felt that the hand feels wrong and hard.

She touched again, gritted her teeth.

Song Yuhang lay in her arms because of injury, really weak, but her eyes were shining, and she held her hands on his heart.

"Or... if you kiss me, I won't hurt anymore."

Lin Fan raised his hand and slapped: "Mom, he's pretending to be dead in his body armor, and he wants to take advantage of my old lady. Get out!"

Song Yuhang closed her eyes with a smile on the corners of her lips, waiting for the palm wind to strike, but her hand did not fall.

On the contrary, he was pulled up by the collar, Lin Fan straightened up, his warm lips fell on his forehead, and it was fleeting, but Song Yuhang felt that this moment was eternal.

Lin Fan hugged her head, her voice choked, "You...you are all right..."

Song Yuhang was buried in her arms, surrounded by Wenxiang Nephrite, almost breathless.

She felt that she hadn't been beaten to death, and she might die from a cerebral hemorrhage due to a rapid heartbeat and blood pressure.

The smell of gunpowder and saltpeter and blood on each other's bodies, but she had never felt so satisfied, as if the pain had gone away from her.

"Lin Wei."

"Ok?"

"So soft."

"..." Lin was tired of the blue veins on his forehead, throwing her away, and turned away.

"Eh-wait for me, hiss..." Song Yuhang limped and chased him. Although he was not hit by a bullet, the steel plate of the body armor was bent, and he suffered all internal injuries, not to mention one arm. I couldn't lift it up, a blood hole in his leg gurgled with blood, and he was just hit by a stray bullet.

She felt pain now. She was hitting and hugging her just now. Her adrenaline soared and she didn't feel any pain at all. Now she relaxed, and the sequelae came. Before she stood up, it was just a whirl of heaven and earth, Lin Wei turned around. He stabilized her.

Meeting her worried eyes, Song Yuhang reluctantly smiled: "It's okay...see if he is still alive?"

Lin Nian helped her stand firmly against the wall, leaned down and took the gun from the man in black, and opened his mask.

An almost unbearable face appeared in front of her. If she was right, Li Yang was only in her early forties this year, but that face looked very old and terrible because of the scars all over it.

Except for the eyes and forehead, there is no good place. The skin is also wrinkled and squeezed together because of the scar, the bridge of the nose collapses, and the mouth protrudes. It is not only ugly but also scary.

Lin Nian felt disgusted just looking at it, and subconsciously, a gun **** smashed his face.

Song Yuhang clutched his chest and pulled her: "Let's go, you go out and call someone, I'm here to watch him."

Lin Wei put the gun on his temple, and gritted his teeth every word: "He's just in a coma. I want him to die."

"Lin Nai!" Song Yuhang raised his voice slightly, leaning against the wall, panting and trembling slightly. Her body was chilly, and the wounds on her legs kept leaking blood, and her feet quickly converged. Pool of blood.

"Be obedient, go out first. He has done so many evil things and killed two detectives. The death penalty is inevitable."

"I want him to die now!!!" Lin Fei red eyes and squeezed the trigger.

A violent cough sounded from behind, and Song Yuhang could no longer support sliding down the wall and sat down.

"He, he must die... But... don't you want to know his motive for committing the crime? Even if you might hate me now, you will dismiss it and think all I'm talking about is nonsense... But..." she gasped Rude, but kept looking at Lin Nai with gentle and soft eyes.

"Analyzing his motives and the process of committing the crime is equivalent to leaving a valuable case in the Ministry of Public Security. When we encounter such a case or a criminal suspect in the future, we will...not be helpless, even... …It can even be detected early and prevented early..."

"Chu Nan is not the first girl to be harmed, nor will it be the last. It is not our goal to stop killing, but to prevent crime."

Song Yuhang slowly crawled over while gritting her teeth, pulled her muzzle away a little bit, and pulled the person into her arms. Her breathing became heavier and heavier as if she was pulling a bellows.

She swallowed hard and felt her eyes blurred. She barely raised her hand to touch her face, wiped away the tears from the corner of her eyes, took the gun into her hand, and then removed it from her trouser pocket. He took out the handcuffs and handed them to her.

"Be obedient, Lin Wei, handcuff me to him, then... and then go out to rescue soldiers..."

Lin Yan did not take it and hid, but Song Yuhang took the person back again, pressing her head to soothe her emotions, but she knew that she was running out of time and felt hot tears falling into her neck. Song Yuhang smiled, cupped her face, wiped her tears with his thumb, but also smeared her pale face with blood on her hands.

Song Yuhang let go with a little regret: "Don't cry...I...I promise you...I still owe you a formal confession...You also owe me...cough cough..." she said. I didn't finish the rest of the words, he just broke off her hands, put the handcuffs into her hands and held her hands together.

"Quick...Go on... as long as... as long as I'm there... he won't... won't run..."

Lin Fan looked at the overlapping hands of the two people, then looked at Li Yang's face, and when his gaze returned to her, his lips trembled, and finally couldn't help crying and cursing.

"Song Yuhang, you bastard!"

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After passing through the dark corridor and not knowing how long it took to run, Zheng Chengrui stopped and saw the cell that had just arrived.

"Go here." He took the lead and ran forward, Fang Xin Duancheng followed one after another, but Zhang Jinhai suddenly stopped.

Several people looked back at him: "Team Zhang——"

The child on his back seemed to move, and Zhang Jinhai's body tilted slightly. He touched his neck, it was blood, and at the moment he let go, a plume of blood burst out.

Duan Cheng, the nearest to him, was sprayed on his face. Unlike the blood of the dead, the blood of the living still carried warmth and smell.

His tears flowed out without warning, but his body hadn't recovered. He watched the little girl pick up the scalpel and pierce Zhang Jinhai's neck fiercely.

Zhang Jinhai staggered and fell to the ground, and Fang Xin instantly rushed up. He couldn't hold back the bleeding from the aorta. The young girl cried, took off her police uniform and pressed the wound for him.

Zhang Jinhai coughed, and the corners of his lips kept pouring blood. He hadn't finished saying: "I...my daughter...also...about the same size..."

The child threw the scalpel away, got up from the ground, stepped on the stagnant water and turned around and ran back.

Duan Cheng's eyes were about to split, and he roared from his throat: "Stop! Don't move!!!"

He snatched the gun from Zheng Chengrui, who had fallen on the ground, and pointed it at the running girl.

But...but...

He gritted his teeth, struggled, his hands were shaking, and he burst into tears before he knew it.

She is still so young, she looks less than twenty years old, and her height is more like a minor. How can she get such a cruel hand! how come! ! !

Duan Cheng roared from his throat, closed his eyes and squeezed the trigger.