My Dear Miss Medical Examiner

In the long silence and stare, Zhao Junfeng put down his chopsticks.

"Why do you think about this?"

Song Yuhang remained silent: "After all, it is a pending case, and I still want to solve it."

Zhao Junfeng snorted coldly, and filled himself up again: "It's not a pending case, the court had already sentenced and closed the case."

"But the suspect died in the detention center, didn't he?" Song Yuhang retorted, "This case is not over."

"Then what are you thinking about, do you dig out the dead from the ground to confront you?" Zhao Junfeng's hand holding the wine glass was a little harder, and the surface of the glass rippled.

"If you want meritorious deeds, it's not such a rush for quick success, right?"

Song Yuhang opened his mouth, before he could speak, he was blocked by Zhao Junfeng.

"Or, you have forgotten the laws and regulations of the country for the sake of Lin Wei. For the things you did in Jiangcheng, I will not pursue it with one eye and one eye. It does not mean that I can indulge you without a bottom line. Recklessly."

As the head of a provincial public security department, he naturally has his own sources of intelligence and eyeliner, and Song Yuhang didn't want to hide it from him.

"This matter has nothing to do with Lin Fan, I want to investigate it myself."

Even if it was for Li Bin, who had died tragically, and Guo Xiaoguang, who could not show her true colors forever, she should investigate.

Zhao Junfeng took a sip of wine and smiled.

Song Yuhang was puzzled, until his gaze came over, there was a hint of pity in it.

"Yu Hang."

He called her by her nickname, as she did when she was in school.

"You look at Lin Wei and the Lin family are too simple."

"What's Lin Wei's status? The doctor who returned from studying abroad worked for the largest judicial appraisal institution in China before going to your Jiangcheng City Bureau. Even the cases listed by the Ministry of Public Security are entrusted to them every year. There are a few people who can do this at a very young age. Looking at the history of forensic medicine after the founding of New China, there are probably not many people."

Song Yuhang looked at him, her own shadow was reflected in her muddy eyes, she took a glass of wine, took a sip, and put it down again.

"That was the result of her own hard work. Except for eating and sleeping, she was soaked in the autopsy room. I am afraid that few people can do it like her."

She loves the work of forensic medicine as much as she does, and always keeps the motto of "the right to live, speak for the dead" in her heart.

Zhao Junfeng smiled slightly and pours it up for her: "You are wrong. In today's world, there are too many people who come up with the best. Efforts are just a passing line. You have to have money, connections, scheming, and wrists. The most important thing is , You have to be cruel."

It is indeed an old police officer who has a background in anti-drugs. Perhaps Song Yuhang didn't even realize it. Under the urging of alcohol, the question she asked first was gradually turned away and led by the nose.

"Think about it, is what Lin Fan did is really innocent? When you look in the mirror, the person in the mirror is also looking at you, but how do you know that the person in the mirror is the one you get along with day and night? ?"

"After all, the human heart is separated by the belly, knowing the face and not knowing the heart."

Zhao Junfeng and her lightly touched one, and drank it by himself first.

Song Yuhang looked at the rippling wine glass on the table and smiled slightly: "As expected of you, psychologically induced, I was almost taken astray by you. But—"

She pushed the glass of wine a little further: "I won't make the same mistake again when I graduated from a subject that I suffered a lot from."

Zhao Junfeng was startled, then laughed.

"Yes, there is progress."

Song Yuhang took a chopsticks cold dish for him and put it on the plate: "So now can we talk about the case? Master."

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Lin Fan turned on a machine at a nearby Internet cafe, and after leaving a surveillance video at the door, he disappeared from the back door.

She beckoned to stop a taxi and went to the place where she had made an appointment.

The man is still in loose sportswear, swinging and playing.

The ball went into the hole and the guests arrived.

The man turned around and wiped his sweat with a white towel: "Come on, sit down."

Lin Tieluo sat opposite him, straight to the point: "I want Zhu Yong's physical examination report back then."

The man on the other side's hand holding the teacup stagnated: "This is impossible, top secret documents, I can't get them out."

Lin Fei looked at him coldly: "You make a price for how much."

The man lifted the tea lid to remove the foam from the cup, the blue smoke curled up, and her eyebrows were as intriguing as if they were immersed in an ink painting.

He put the tea cup down, his eyes fell on her, there was a hint of interest in his eyes.

"Old rules, she didn't follow you today anyway, did she?"

Is it a hint, an invitation, or a temptation.

It depends on how Lin Fan chose.

His eyes met, he thought she would agree, who knew that the man smiled slightly and leaned back in the chair.

"You are not the only one who lacks money. I can find others, such as your competitor..."

The man suddenly changed his face, gritted his teeth: "No one but me is willing to help you with this matter."

"That's not necessarily." Lin Fan took a cigarette, and the waiter leaned over and lit it for her.

She spit out the smoke ring faintly: "After all, you all have a common enemy. To solve this case, whether it is for you, for me, or for the person who wants him to step down, there is only good and no harm."

"It's up to you how to choose."

As her voice fell, she put the bank card on the table with her white and slender hand.

Intimidating and tempting, she really figured out people's hearts thoroughly.

The man smiled and looked at her face. It was so beautiful, but it also made him chill.

"I said that if I can't take it out, I can't take it out, but I can tell you who was the prison doctor who did the physical examination for him in the first place."

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Zhao Junfeng took a sip of wine, his face as usual.

"There is really nothing to say about this case. You were still in school 14 years ago, and Lin Fan was just 18 years old. How do you know that the police at the time did not work hard for this matter."

"Yu Hang, you can't be too narrow-minded, and you can't look at problems too one-sidedly."

"Of course I know, and I have heard about it. Lin Nang may be biased against the police, but I don't. I only believe in the facts. The fact is that Zhu Yong had no motive for committing the crime. We did indeed arrest the wrong person, or to put it another way, yes What kind of ironclad evidence can make the police, media, lawyers, and the general public believe that he is a murderer."

Zhao Junfeng sneered: "Modern criminal investigators lightly confess and emphasize evidence. If you say that you didn't kill, didn't kill, and didn't have the motive for committing the crime, would the police be gullible? Would you handle the case like this?"

A series of questions were thrown out, and Song Yuhang retorted firmly: "No, but I will thoroughly investigate the doubts, and I will produce evidence that convinces criminals."

At this point, Zhao Junfeng really has nothing to say.

"Back then, I was in the anti-drug portal. Even if this case was listed in the Ministry of Public Security, it would not be our turn to take care of it. You found the wrong person."

Song Yuhang looked at him, he was old, his temples were white, his eyes looked bright in the past two years, and now he looks more white.

The alcohol burned his dark complexion red, but he did not avoid the apprentice's scrutiny gaze.

Song Yuhang knew the answer. She gently picked up the last glass of wine today and toasted to her teacher.

"I want to investigate this case."

She said so.

Zhao Junfeng touched her: "You can check if you want."

"If I find out who it is related to, I will not be merciful."

"Oh, I'm good at it." Zhao Junfeng put the empty glass on the table.

His eyes were gentle and indifferent from beginning to end, looking at his lover.

"I'm old, and I'm about to retire. If you can really reverse the case, I'll be relieved."

Song Yuhang drank his glass of wine and almost ran away in such a gaze.

She hurriedly got up: "Mother, don't be full, I'm full, there is still something in the game, so I will go back first."

"Eh-eat some more." The teacher's wife poked her head out of the kitchen.

Song Yuhang shook his head, picked up his coat and went out.

Zhao Junfeng gave her one last piece of advice: "Never, never let your guard down on the people around you. A dormant beast will eat people once it wakes up."

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When he got the answer he was satisfied with and left, the man stopped her again, his eyes lightened.

"Unexpectedly, you will have a day of being like a jade for others."

Lin Fan turned his head and showed a gorgeous smile.

"No way, who would call me just a bite."

When he found someone downstairs at Zhao Junfeng's house, Song Yuhang was squatting on the side of the road and vomiting.

Lin Fei walked over and unscrewed the cap of the mineral water bottle to her, patted her back gently: "You can't drink and drink so much."

Song Yuhang waved his hand, rinsed his mouth with water, stood up following her strength, stumbled into her arms, and put his head on her shoulder.

"Where have you been? I went to the Internet cafe to find you and no one came."

Lin Nian took a step back a little, helped her to stand still, and felt a little bit in his heart.

"I didn't go there. I was uncomfortable after sitting for a long time and I came out to smoke and let out my breath."

Song Yuhang buried her in her neck and sniffed vigorously: "It's deceiving, there is no smell of smoke, but there is a smell, a smell—"

She couldn't say the good smell.

The exhaled heat hit his ears, making them blush.

Lin Fan helped the person up and held her head: "You drank too much, we should go back."

Song Yuhangfu buried it in her palm again, muttering: "Don't go or go, open the room, find a place where I want to sleep with you, sleep!"

In broad daylight, on the big road, Lin Fan blushed and raised her ears: "Stop my nose and go home!"

"Oh—" Song Yuhang prolonged his voice and responded: "It hurts, it hurts, I'm wrong, I'm bored, baby, fiancee, wife..."

What shame this person is really drunk can pop out.

Lin Fei had seen her wine a long time ago, and her scalp was numb, her face was red and embarrassed, and he covered her mouth, fierce and ruthless.

"Shut up to the old lady, say one more word and end it by yourself!"

Song Yuhang nodded in good faith, his eyes still staring at her brightly.

Lin couldn't bear the look, his heart overflowed with softness when he was looked at, and he wanted to rub her short hair.

So she did the same, and Song Yuhang lowered her head and let her rub and round.

"Let's go, go home."

Lin Nian put up one of her arms and helped the staggering person to walk forward.

Zhao's house.

After Song Yuhang left the table, Zhao Junfeng also put down his chopsticks.

"Old Zhao, don't you want to eat it?"

Facing the call of his lover, Zhao Junfeng stood up trembling, dressed in his unit's hair, wearing an old woolen coat that had been used for decades, shaking his hands, brushing away the chair, his back creaked, and walked forward. Own bedroom.

"Stop eating, clean up."

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Song Yuhang was so drunk that she couldn't ride the bus, because she was afraid that she would be crazy about being drunk on the road. Lin Nian thought for a while, and he called the eyeliner of the provincial capital, asked people to pick up a car, helped him into the co-pilot, and fastened her seat belt.

"Miss, do you need someone to follow you?"

Lin Fan wanted to answer "No", but seeing her drunk appearance, he nodded.

"Okay, stay away, don't let people notice it."

The informant quickly arranged it, and she stopped the person again: "Is the person who took my business card to the Fangyue Cleaning Company settled down?"

The other party was startled, looking at her face, and didn't dare to speculate.

"Fangyue is not in charge of Fangyue. I'll ask and tell the lady."

Lin Fei frowned. For the sake of confidentiality, her private property and informants are all different. They are independent of each other and have never met each other. They all have their own business in charge.

There was nothing wrong with what he said, but Lin Wei felt uncomfortable inexplicably, and he didn't show any signs on his face.

"No, I'll ask myself."

"Okay, goodbye miss."

The boss of the rental agency nodded and watched her car merge into the turbulent traffic.

Lin Yan put on the Bluetooth headset while driving, pulled a blanket from the back seat and threw it on Song Yuhang.

While waiting for the call to connect, her fingertips tapped the steering wheel impatiently.

After a short beep, the call was answered.

"Hello?" Guo Xiaoguang's voice was slightly tired.

Lin Nian was overjoyed: "Are you okay? Are you there yet?"

This is an empty warehouse.

The exhaust fan buzzed at work, casting a chaotic light and shadow on the ground.

He was tied to a chair, the man in black handed the phone to his ear, and the pitch-black muzzle was aimed at him.

Guo Xiaoguang swallowed his saliva: "Very good, here it is, here it is."

Lin Nani breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good, have you arranged a job?"

Guo Xiaoguang's voice was a little rushed when the muzzle on the temple was worn out and his scalp was painful.

"No, don't rush to work, I want to rest for two more days."

"Okay, look at you. It's okay if you don't work. By the way, has the police called you?"

Lin Fan asked back and drove the car in the direction out of the city.

"Yes, yes, I've been here this morning, and I have said as you taught. They should have no doubts, and they said they would return all the money they robbed to me."

"That's good."

Lin Fan wanted to say something. The man in black raised his gun a little impatiently. Guo Xiaoguang's forehead was sweating coldly, knowingly ending the conversation that was a little long and tormenting for him.

"No, I'll just hang up if it's nothing, my mother is still waiting for me to feed her."

"Okay." Seeing that the highway was almost on the road, Lin Fan took off his earphones, hung up the phone, and concentrated on driving.

Hearing his voice means that he is still alive. Since he is still alive, it means that he is safe for the time being.

However, you still have to find someone to check it out.

She was thinking about it, but she didn't know it was too late.

When she came back to her senses, Guo Xiaoguang had disappeared as if the world had evaporated.

When parking for inspection, Song Yuhang groaned twice, rubbing his temples and woke up leisurely.

"Where is this?"

Wearing sunglasses, Lin Wei yawned a little, and threw a bottle of mineral water to her.

"Toll station, you will reach Jiangcheng in a few tens of kilometers."

Song Yuhang unscrewed the mouthfuls, then stuffed them into the armrest box, looking at her with his head.

"Thanks for your hard work, I'll drive in a while."

"Farewell." Lin Fan threw the recovered tolls on the dashboard.

"The car I just mentioned today, the A1 driver's license that I changed last year, I don't want to deduct points."

Song Yuhang smiled and squeezed her hand.

"I will go back to the villa for you to relax."

Lin Wei snorted and passed the toll booth.

"Who said I'm going back to the villa, go back to your own house."

"It's okay, anyway, my home is also yours. It's the same whether you go back to me or I go back to you, but it may not be so convenient to go back to my house at night...

Song Yuhang squeezed his eyes, fearing that she would be bored while driving, and joking.

If it weren't for her to drive, Lin Fan would directly beat him and yelled: "Get out!"

On their way back to Jiangcheng, another phone call was also connected.

"They got the key evidence." The man's voice sounded a little old.

The person on the other end of the phone smiled slightly, as if he had expected it.

"Cut the grass without removing the roots, the spring breeze blows and regenerates. I said that back then..."

Before the voice fell, he was interrupted suddenly.

"Do not hurt innocent people, this is the final bottom line!"

The voice over there sounded rather urgent.

The man was silent for a while: "Don't worry about this, I will solve it."

"How do you solve it, they are—"

"So what, this is not the case that they should face, and I have given countless opportunities to toast and not to eat or drink fine wine, both openly and secretly."

"Oh, you're also ruthless."

The person on the phone chuckled slightly, his voice a little cold.

"Those who make big things, don't stick to the trivial, let alone..."

After a brief silence, he said: "You and I understand in my heart that this case is out of the world, and it will not do us any good."

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The remaining dozens of kilometers to Jiangcheng were all winding mountain roads, and Lin was very focused.

Song Yuhang glanced in the rearview mirror: "Someone is following."

Lin Wei wearing sunglasses, chewing gum: "My man."

Song Yuhang shook his head, "Is the car on the left yours, not the one behind."

Lin Wei manipulated the steering wheel with one hand, pulled the sunglasses down a bit, and after a glance, a sneer appeared on the corners of his lips.

"Try it, and then you'll know."

As she said, there was a ramp ahead, the steering wheel turned around, a sharp bend turned straight into the fork, and went to Wumingshan Road.

The car behind him was visibly startled and slowed down.

There was an echo from the headset: "Miss?"

Lin Fan raised his eyebrows indifferently, and glanced at Song Yuhang: "You are not allowed to do it without asking you to come out."

The radio was silent again.

Song Yuhang carried the backpack on his back and moved his muscles and bones a bit: "Ah, I slept for a long time. It's time to move around."

The white car on her left quickly retreated aside, and the black car followed her onto the ramp.

Lin Fan's lips twitched slightly: "Come on, I haven't raced in a car for a long time."