The sound of footsteps came from upstairs, and the man in black ducked into the utility room where the cleaning tools were piled up, wiped the sweat from his forehead, pressed the micro microphone on his collar, and panted heavily.
"Help me hold her, ten minutes!"
The footsteps were getting closer, and Song Yuhang was advancing in a tactical formation with a gun in his hand and several criminal policemen.
The man in black was sticking to the base of the wall, holding the black mechanical stick tightly, struggling to adjust his breathing, swallowing his saliva, stretched into a straight line from the back of his head to his toes, and holding the stick upside down in his hand, the whole person seemed ready to go the beast.
The sound of footsteps was close at hand, and he counted silently: one, two, three...
Song Yuhang put her hand on the doorknob, and the fragile wooden door creaked softly under her hand. At this moment, the finger bones of the man in black holding the mechanical stick turned white.
With a slight movement of his footsteps, he was about to fight out and flee, when suddenly there were several gunshots outside the door.
"There! Don't let him escape!" Several policemen chased after shooting.
A black figure jumped directly from the corner of the stairs to the first floor.
The open wooden door faintly reveals a glimmer of light, and the sound of footsteps outside the door disappears.
The man in black lost his strength, slid along the wall and sat down, let out a few suppressed coughs from his throat, wiped the corners of his lips, and left some bright red on the back of his hands.
Damn, it's really good enough to force him to this point.
He looked at his watch, time was running out, and he couldn't delay any longer. He stood up with the mechanical stick, took off the hood, took off the clothes that were in the way, and picked up a few dirty cleaners from the utility room. He put on his clothes, wiped a handful of putty on his face, changed his appearance, and walked out swaggeringly.
"Group by group, outflank from the side." Several plainclothes guards downstairs rushed up when they saw someone coming out with an electric baton. The man in black was very skilled, broke one of the man's wrists, and grabbed his arm. That is to bend the knees and push them up. The knees are one of the hardest parts of the human body. When the force is as heavy as a thousand pounds, all the internal organs are cramping.
The plainclothes vomited blood and flew out on the spot!
Another plainclothes person rushed forward and hit him in the head. He took the back of the head straight to make him fall on the spot and have no strength to fight back.
The man in black grabbed the shoulders of the person in front of him and kicked in the air. This move was quite similar to the one he kicked Song Yuhang upstairs just now.
If it weren't for the criminal policeman's instinct to block it with an electric baton, his jaw would have been kicked into pieces. Even so, he stepped back a few steps, his eardrums buzzed, and he coughed up bloody half pieces with his mouth open. tooth.
The pitch-black muzzle was aimed at him, and Song Yuhang pulled the trigger slightly, but he still felt that something was wrong.
This man in black is more vigorous and domineering than before, and the man just now is also as good as one, but he is definitely not domineering.
She had fought against him before, and she understood that the knee bump requires not only quick response, but also excellent waist and abdomen skills, and extremely strong strength to be able to knock out a burly man who is 1.8 meters tall and weighs more than 200 catties. And the person just now had more dexterity than strength, otherwise Song Yuhang wouldn't be standing here now with his kick.
Moreover, that person was obviously injured when he ran away, but this person has good legs and feet, and he can handle the siege of many well-trained criminal police with ease. He even looks a bit like a monkey, and he is not in a hurry to escape.
Song Yuhang's mind was full of alarm bells, he put away his gun and rushed forward: "Catch the alive!"
The man seemed to have sensed it, and pushed a criminal policeman who had just been captured backhanded towards her, staggered out of the encirclement like a fish swimming in three or two steps, dodged left and right in the rain of bullets that followed, and rolled on the ground , the bullet flew past his ear.
There was a two-meter-high wall in front of him, and the man in black grabbed a branch and swung up with his strength. He clung to the wall firmly with one hand, and the branch he had just pulled was immediately shattered by bullets.
The man in black didn't delay anymore, kicked his legs, climbed up to the top of the wall with both arms, and turned over with all his strength, the bullets hit the broken tiles and sparks scattered everywhere.
When Song Yuhang chased him out with his men, the long street was bustling with people, but the man was nowhere to be seen.
She turned back and forth a few times irritably, and finally couldn't help but punched the electric pole.
When he first came here, his shoulder-length hair had already been pinned up, and the broken hair in front of his forehead was pinned up with clips, revealing a full and round forehead and red eyes.
She was almost gnashing her teeth as she spoke: "Call Forensic Doctor Lin and ask her what she is doing."
***
"Sorry, the number you have dialed is temporarily unanswered..."
The screen of the mobile phone next to the pillow was turned off and on, and then turned off again, and there was always a cold notification sound coming from the receiver.
Duan Cheng hung up the phone with an anxious expression on his face. He couldn't figure out how Forensic Doctor Lin became a suspect and got involved in this case. You must know that two people died all of a sudden, and the charges were not light.
"Captain Song, no... no one picks up..."
"Who else is in the technical detective?"
The scene has been cordoned off, the cordon has been pulled to the downstairs of Unit 1, and the police lights are flickering, making that face even more indifferent and cold.
Duan Cheng hurriedly called Zheng Chengrui, pressed the number and said, "Old Zheng... Lao Zheng is here, let him go and have a look."
Song Yuhang said "Yes" and said, "Bring a few more people."
Bring a few more people... What does that mean
Duan Cheng didn't dare to speculate anymore, the phone was connected quickly, and Zheng Chengrui heard half of the drumstick in his hand fall on the keyboard with a "click".
A group of criminal police hurried through the corridor and came straight to the duty room. Zheng Chengrui cleared his throat and knocked on the door: "Forensic doctor Lin, forensic doctor Lin, are you there?"
The room was silent, and no one answered his words.
The fat man swallowed his saliva, stepped back and asked another policeman to knock on the door, but no one answered.
Several people looked at each other, the fat man took a step back, and when he was about to violently break down the door, Lin Yan was holding a washbasin, a towel was hung around his neck, his hair was dripping wet, and he was wearing a vest and hot pants. Appeared in the hallway.
Looks like he just got back from the shower over there in the autopsy room.
Her face was a bit unkind: "Oh, what are such a large group of people doing here?"
Fatty stretched out his leg halfway to kick the door and retracted it like lightning. He smiled obsequiously: "No...no... Team Song is looking for you."
Lin Yan signaled them to make way, stepped in from the middle, stuffed the washbasin under the bed, touched the phone from the edge of the pillow, and a string of unsigned numbers jumped on the screen.
She pressed answer.
Song Yuhang's voice seemed to be icy for thousands of years, and there was a hint of gnashing of teeth after careful consideration.
"Li Shiping is dead."
***
The air conditioner in the house was turned on very low, and Lin Yan shuddered as soon as he entered. In order not to damage the on-site investigation steps, Sun Xiangming lay face down on the ground, and a syringe fell beside him.
Li Shiping was lying not far away, blood was still on his lips, and he was holding the phone tightly in his hand.
Trace detection is already working.
She put on her gloves and walked to Sun Xiangming's side, and together with Duan Cheng turned him over, it took some effort because the corpse was stiff.
Lin Yan handed over the survey light to someone else, and gently brushed his chin with his right hand. When the light shone, a tiny pinhole was visible to the naked eye on his neck.
Fang Xin picked up the syringe that fell on the ground and put it in an evidence bag and handed it to her: "It is preliminarily judged that there is only one person's fingerprints on it, and we have to wait until we return to the bureau for fingerprint comparison. "
Song Yuhang took it and looked at it carefully for a while, but his peripheral vision fell on that person.
That look was indescribably cold and piercing, with a trace of disgust.
The person watched opened Sun Xiangming's mouth, took off his mask and leaned down slightly, Duan Cheng was dumbfounded, thinking that she was going to have a close contact with the deceased.
"Lin... Forensic Doctor Lin..."
Lin Yan did lie down very low, with one hand propped on the ground, the tip of her nose touching the tip of her nose, she sniffed lightly, as if unsure, leaned down again to do the same.
A taste of bitter almonds.
After repeated confirmations, she just got up: "He died of central respiratory failure caused by cyanide. Whether it was organic or inorganic cyanide can only be confirmed after further autopsy."
She was talking to Song Yuhang, but the man ignored it. remember
Song Yuhang opened the curtains, and it was still dark outside. She pushed the window hard, but it didn't move, it was welded dead, which meant that the third person present could not climb up from the window.
She went back to the door.
The traces of the fighting were mainly concentrated in the entrance. The door lock was intact, and there were squeeze marks on the side of the door. When a gloved finger touched it lightly, some sawdust fell.
She ordered someone to take pictures and pick up materials for inspection by the way.
Since the door lock was intact, it meant that this person did not break into the door. He knew Sun Xiangming and Li Shiping, so maybe it was Li Shiping who opened the door for him on his own initiative.
why
Isn't Li Shiping afraid that it will be the police
Or she already knew that person would come.
Song Yuhang glanced over to see that Lin Yan was squatting on the ground to perform a preliminary autopsy on Li Shiping. The mask blocked most of his charming face, and his hair was neatly coiled into the hat, revealing the slender and fair nape of his neck.
She strode over.
A shadow suddenly fell in front of him, blocking the light of the survey lamp.
Lin Yan raised his eyes impatiently: "Rang Rang, don't you know if the light is blocked?"
Song Yuhang stared into her eyes with deep eyes, as if he wanted to see a flower in her face.
Lin Yan felt hairy all over from this stare, she forced herself to be calm, and there was a hint of teasing in her affectionate eyes.
"What's the matter, Team Song has also taken a fancy to me? I don't mind too much. After all, it's not as delicious as dumplings, and as fun as sister-in-law, don't you think?"
Fang Xin coughed lightly, turned his face away, and went to pull Duan Cheng's clothes.
Duan Cheng was still holding a magnifying glass in his hand to observe the mouth of the deceased, when he was caught off guard and dragged away by his collar.
"Ah... ah, I haven't finished watching it yet..."
"See you later!"
When the four eyes met, Song Yuhang squatted down and hugged her shoulders seemingly intimately, but only he knew how much strength he had used.
Lin Yan was so painful being pinched by her that her bones were about to be broken, but she couldn't hide, let alone fight back.
Like that night, they talked intimately, ear to ear.
"Li Shiping is dead." She almost gritted her teeth.
Lin Yan pointed at the corpse in front of him, with innocent eyes: "I know, isn't that why I came here?"
"Ding Xue is dead, Sun Xiangming is dead, they are all dead, are you happy?"
Her cool lips almost touched her ears.
Lin Yan turned around, and if it wasn't for the mask, he would have almost had a close kiss.
She looked at the light brown eyes of the person in front of her and said casually: "What can I be happy about, I want to sleep more."
She has a frank expression, and there is no unnecessary dodge in the corners of her brows and eyes.
People like Lin Yan are much more difficult to deal with than Sun Xiangming.
Song Yuhang still clamped her shoulders without moving, looking into those dark pupils.
It was empty, except for my own reflection.
She also smiled: "Forensic doctor Lin is in such a good state of mind that he can still sleep. Did you hear the cries of Sun Xiangming's parents and daughter downstairs? The white-haired man gave away the black-haired man, both parents died when he was young, long nights and dreams, hell is empty, The devil is in the world, I hope forensic doctor Lin can sleep well every night."
She spoke lightly, leaned over again, and lowered her voice to be quite deceptive.
The warmth brushed her earlobe lightly.
Lin Yan moved a bit, but Song Yuhang didn't let her hide, even the corners of his lips almost touched her ears, and he burrowed into her neck along the graceful curve.
She sniffed her nose lightly, as if she was sighing: "Today Lin Fayi's perfume is quite special, I remember it."
"Team Song, the surrounding people are visiting—" Someone came over with a pen and paper. Song Yuhang let her go and got up and walked over, as if nothing had happened.
Lin Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, moved his sore shoulders, and opened his thin lips to say a few words: "Damn, tease me."
She wrote down this account, and sooner or later she will get it back with interest.
Seeing Ding Xue's pale and bloodless face in front of her, she was in a daze for a moment, and reached out to take out the cell phone she had put on her chest, but her cell phone rang.
She took off her gloves and walked aside to answer the phone: "Hello?"
As soon as the other party uttered a word, her expression changed, she took off her hat and ran outside.
Song Yuhang reached out to stop her: "What are you doing?!"
Lin Yan violently grabbed her collar and knocked her away: "Get out of the way, don't stop me, or I'll never end with you!"
There was a rare panic in those eyes that were always ridiculed or disdainful or cold or mocking.
Song Yuhang was in a daze, she had already let go and ran away, rushed downstairs and hailed a taxi.
"Master, go to Tai'an Mental Hospital."
She lowered her head and fastened her seat belt with an anxious expression on her face. When the car slowly slid out of the community, the body bag was also carried down from upstairs.
When the two old men saw the body bag, they collapsed to the ground, crying loudly.
Ding Xue's mother held Ding Ya in her arms, and the child cried loudly and stretched out his arms to reach his father. She also wiped away tears while hugging him back.
Song Yuhang looked up at the sky and it was drizzling again. She remembered the smile on her face when she talked about Ding Xue when she went to Li Shiping's house.
"She is a good teacher, very kind, gentle, knowledgeable, and treats students equally..."
Even though she has passed away and is no longer here, if you want to love someone, you should have a warm smile on your face whenever and wherever you think of her.
Her eyes followed Lin Yan's car and left, and the miniature microphones hanging on her ears sizzled.
"Are you still following?"
Song Yuhang lowered his voice: "Follow me, she is very cunning, be careful"