"He Miao..." After expressing his interest to He Miao's class teacher, the rural teacher who is over half a century old took off his reading glasses, frowned and thought for a while before saying, "It's a good boy, with good academic performance and relatively good life. Frugal, honest and trustworthy, loving labor... "
The teacher didn't know if it was because he wrote too many final comments or something, the output felt like a templated retelling, and there was nothing worthy of attention.
Song Yuhang took notes: "Do you know much about her family situation?"
"I know a thing or two. I heard that her family is not very good. Her family members didn't come to the school's parent-teacher meeting several times. Her aunt did come to the last parent-teacher meeting in the third grade of junior high school, but when she came, she said that she would be expelled from school. It’s about to take the high school entrance examination, we persuaded and persuaded, but it’s useless.”
She raised her eyes and glanced at the male teacher: "Did you quit in the end?"
"Her aunt wants to retire, but this child has a stubborn temper. She wants to continue going to school no matter what, so she says that she will figure out the way for tuition fees and exam registration fees."
"and then?"
A look of surprise appeared on the male teacher's face: "We didn't know about it later."
"How long ago was this?"
"Three months ago."
"Does she have any particularly good classmates?"
"She doesn't like to talk much, maybe she has low self-esteem, after all..."
Song Yuhang nodded to express his understanding: "Please take me to her class to have a look."
"Okay, you come with me."
The school is small, with a total of three floors. From top to bottom, there are upper grades to lower grades. Each grade has five classes. The desks in each classroom are densely packed, and the last row is directly attached to the base of the wall.
The teacher in charge took her up to the third floor and pushed open the door of the fifth classroom. It was the end of get out of class time, and her appearance immediately caused a commotion.
"Police, police, is He Miao really dead?"
"I heard that people who die tragically are all on the news, haven't you watched it?"
"Tsk, as far as her family is concerned, I have to commit suicide too."
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Song Yuhang looked as usual and walked to the desk pointed out to her by the class teacher. There were a variety of books piled up on the table. She picked up a few books and flipped through them. There were textbooks and exercise books. She seemed to like drawing very much. There are essays in the book.
Song Yuhang roughly flipped through a few books, and the animals that appeared most were whales and dolphins.
She seems to have a soft spot for the sea, but she has never heard it mentioned by her family.
Song Yuhang took out his mobile phone and took a picture of the pattern drawn with a pen.
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"Has Team Song come back?" Lin Yan walked into the office early in the morning, causing a burst of surprise.
Zhang Jinhai was just about to enter his office with a teacup in his hand. He glanced at her, still hesitating, "Is Forensic Doctor Lin okay? He suddenly fainted yesterday and looked quite serious. Team Song turned pale with fright. He picked her up and ran to the hospital." , Work is more important than your body.”
His face turned pale with fright and he picked him up and ran to the hospital
No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like something Song Yuhang would do.
Lin Yan was stunned, then nodded slightly: "It's okay."
At this moment, a colleague stood up and said, "Captain Song has gone to He Miao's house and hasn't come back yet."
With the jacket in his hand, Lin Yan turned on his toes and walked towards the pathology laboratory: "Okay, I'll go and see if the DNA comparison results are out."
The technician entered the comparison result into the database, and it was displayed as "none" after the search.
Lin Yan rubbed the space between his brows, thinking it might be a clue, but it was broken again.
The colleague next to him was a little hesitant to say: "Forgive me, Forensic Doctor Lin, even if the little girl had the idea of committing suicide because of her pregnancy, it can only be regarded as an indirect cause of death, and if she is forced, at most she can only Sentenced to three to five years, if not, then really... "
"I can't help it." Before blurting out the words, Lin Yan looked over with cold eyes. She was different from Song Yuhang. She usually had a casual expression, but it was a bit scary when she was serious at first glance.
The technician was stunned speechless by this look, Lin Yanbo's lips curled up into a sarcastic smile.
"Do you know why Jiangcheng City's homicide detection rate has not been ranked high in the country? It is because of scum like you in the public security team. A fifteen-year-old young girl died tragically and did not want to find out the reason and bring the suspect to justice. Instead, I think about how to make it easy all day long, and how taxpayers' money can raise a thing that is not as good as a pig like you."
The technician blushed and stood up: "I... I'm just stating the facts, why, how do you attack me personally?"
"What's wrong with me attacking personally? Are you unhappy?" Lin Yan watched him clenched his fists tightly, and laughed more and more.
"It's right to be unhappy, either get me out of this position, or resign myself."
Lin Yan patted him on the shoulder lightly, took a step closer and said softly, before he could recover, he had already left.
Lin Yan went back to the office and hung his uniform coat on the hanger, changed into casual clothes, took out a mechanical stick from the drawer and stuck it in his back waist, took out a gum bottle, poured two in the palm of his hand, threw it into his mouth and chewed it. Shi Ran walked out of the gate of the Municipal Bureau.
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Her supercar could only drive to the entrance of the alley, and when it went a little further, it immediately scratched against the walls on both sides and made a tooth-piercing sound. Lin Yan turned the steering wheel and reversed the car, looking at the squeezed rearview mirror My heart aches so badly.
Damn it, since she started working at the Jiangcheng Municipal Bureau, she has stopped accepting autopsy commissions, and her income has dropped precipitously, and she lives on that little stock income. This is a new car she just brought back.
After exiting the alley, she drove around the Xicheng District again, and found that the parking lot on the side of the Green Building where the incident happened was not fully built, and a small road with potholes, and the car could not drive in either.
Lin Yan parked the car outside, felt the mechanical stick on his waist was still there, opened the door, got out of the car and walked.
"Hello, have you seen this girl?"
"No, I haven't seen it."
"thanks."
Song Yuhang put away the photos, glanced at the map, and went to the next shop.
The alleys in Xicheng are deep, hiding many massage shops, dance halls, barbecue stalls, etc. that open late at night. These are the most likely witnesses who witnessed He Miao during his lifetime.
There are two roads from Xicheng Alley to Green Mansion. One is 1.5km away in a straight line, and the other is through streets and alleys. The distance is about the same, but the houses along the way are scattered in height and there are small canals on the side of the road. framing.
A person who wants to die should have no intention of admiring the scenery along the way. Song Yuhang turned on his toes and turned on another road.
"Have you seen this person?" Lin Yan stretched out the photo in front of the homeless man sitting on the ground picking up other people's cigarette butts.
A gust of fragrant wind came, and the homeless man looked up at her, his eyes were green, and there was a greedy and obscene light shining inside.
He hasn't touched a woman for a long time.
The homeless man licked his lips, reached out his hand as if to take the photo, but touched her wrist directly, no one could see how she made the move, the mechanical stick had already reached his throat.
"Speak as you speak, why move your hands?"
Lin Yan's eyes darkened slightly, with a trace of killing intent circulating.
The man wanted to say something, but she directly hit him with a stick. The throat is the key to the human body, and the homeless man fell to the ground. He wanted to speak out because of the severe pain, but found that his voice was hoarse and he couldn't yell no matter how much he shouted.
"Ahh..." The man knelt on the ground and grabbed his throat, and opened his hand to her in vain, with a painful expression on his face.
Lin Yan kicked the man to the ground: "If you don't want to talk, then don't talk."
The little girl picking up waste not far away turned pale with fright when she saw all this, and hurriedly backed away.
Lin Yan glanced over coldly, a tingling sensation in the scalp of being stared at by a beast prompted her to run away.
Lin Yan took the mechanical stick and raised his heels.
She was not in a hurry, because she knew that there was a dead end ahead.
The little girl was carrying a pannier with some plastic bottles in it, and she almost cried when she saw the two-meter-high wall in front of her.
Footsteps approached behind him.
The little girl turned around, shrouded in Lin Yan's shadow, her complexion pale, and she stepped back step by step. When the fragrant wind hit the door, she tightly closed her eyes and covered her face with her hands: " Don't hit me, don't hit me, I... I've seen her..."
The person in front of her let out a slight sneer, stretched out his hand and casually picked off a small flower on her temple.
The little girl looked up and saw that she was gently blowing the petals in her palm to the ground, her posture, appearance and expression were so beautiful, prettier than anyone she had ever seen on TV.
She was stunned for a while, until Lin Yan's voice sounded: "You said you saw her, when?"
Only then did she manage to regain her composure, and met her gaze, only to find that this man had a pair of affectionate eyes, which were still not very serious, with a mouth that seemed to be smiling, and a smile that seemed to be seductive.
The little girl didn't look anywhere, so she could only lower her head and stare at her cloth shoes with her toes exposed, and moved her body into the wall with some embarrassment, making a sound like a mosquito.
"See... see... I picked up trash with her."
Lin Yan stood up straight: "When did it happen?"
"Three months ago, she appeared in the alley at around four o'clock every day to pick up bottles, and left at six o'clock."
"Come every day?"
The girl was afraid that she would not believe it, and nodded vigorously: "I come every day. Once there was a typhoon and heavy rain, I was ready to go home and she was still picking it up."
"On May 31st, have you seen her?"
The girl looked at the photo and shook her head firmly: "No, she hasn't been here for a long time."
"When will you stop coming?"
"Two months ago."
"Do you know her well?"
The girl Yuemo also knew about He Miao's death. After all, it had been spread all over the streets and alleys, so she was not sure who she was at this moment. Looking at the viciousness of the one who beat someone just now, how dare she lie, shaking her head like a rattle.
"No... Not familiar... She doesn't like to talk very much... We only chat occasionally..."
"What are you talking about?"
"Let's talk about where there is a lot of traffic to pick up plastic bottles..." In front of the glamorous Lin Yan, the girl inevitably felt ashamed, and curled up her toes somewhat awkwardly, trying to retract the exposed toes.
"Which recycling station offers a higher price..."
She is actually quite handsome, but her skin has become rough and dark because of the sun and rain, and the clothes on her body are big and dirty, and it looks like someone else's leftovers.
Lin Yan nodded his head, knowing that there was nothing to ask, and made way for him: "Thanks."
The girl looked at her with her backpack on her back, but she saw her eyes were clear and clear, without the sharpness or pity just now, as if she just met a stranger on the road, fulfilling the girl's weak self-esteem.
She also nodded slightly, walked away quickly, and felt the weight of the basket when she passed by.
She didn't dare to think too much, and left quickly.
When I walked out of the alley and wanted to drink water from the basket, I found several hundred yuan bills inside.
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Song Yuhang looked up at the last pedicure shop on the street. The door was wide open, but there was no one inside. She went in and knocked on the counter.
"anyone there?"
A middle-aged woman dressed in red and green came out from the back room, her eyes immediately lit up when she saw her.
"Hey, pedicure or massage, there are discounts on massage."
As he spoke, he winked at her.
Song Yuhang shook his head: "It's not..."
The woman took her hand enthusiastically: "Oh, don't be shy, we also have that kind of service here, as long as we give money, we can do it."
Song Yuhang looked down at her holding his arm, only felt the smell of makeup and powder, and felt more and more uncomfortable. He took a step back and took out his police officer's card.
"Police, I want to ask you something."
"Hey, boring." The woman let go all of a sudden, lacking interest.
Cooperating with police inquiries is only a citizen's duty, not a mandatory duty.
Song Yuhang thought for a while, then took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and handed it over. She seldom smokes, and it's useless to keep it.
Seeing the soft China, the woman's eyes lit up, and she took it and ordered it without any hesitation.
Song Yuhang took out the photo and showed her: "Have you seen her?"
The woman squinted her eyes, and exhaled a puff of smoke ring: "I've seen it before, isn't it just the girl who died a few days ago."
"When and where did you meet?"
Song Yuhang took out a pen and paper from his bag and started to record.
"On the night of May 31st, I picked up a very rich owner. He had just left at around four o'clock in the morning. When I sent him to the door, I saw the little girl stumbling towards this side alone."
Song Yuhang grasped the point: "Alone?"
The woman nodded: "Yes, alone. I remember clearly. The road is narrow and she bumped into my benefactor. My boss had a bad temper after drinking and almost got into a fight. I persuaded him."
"I saw her alone and asked her to go home quickly, but she ignored me, and kept walking as if she had been possessed by a demon. It was very scary in the middle of the night."
After the lady boss finished speaking, she blew out another puff of smoke rings, obviously puzzled.
Song Yuhang put away his notebook, walked out with his bag on his back, turned around when he reached the door of the store, and said, "The perfume...is too strong."
She couldn't help but think of the light floral fragrance that always lingered around her. She thought it was Lin Yan's perfume. It wasn't until that rainy night, when the rain washed everything away, that she realized that it was deodorant.
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"It's here." Lin Yan walked in from the potholed parking lot. The huge construction site was empty, and there was still a cordon downstairs. The road surface was dry, but the blood had seeped into the mud. Inside, black and red.
The surrounding area was overgrown with weeds, the broken railing on the roof was shaking in the wind, the sun had already started to set, and it was so quiet that not even the chirping of birds and insects was heard.
Not knowing if it was a psychological effect, Lin Yan rubbed his arms and suddenly felt a little cold.
She looked back suddenly, and there was no one there.
Lin Yan walked a few more steps, and when he was about to reach the door of the building, he looked back, but it was still empty.
Only the half-person-high wild grass swayed by the wind.
For some reason, she always had a faint uneasiness lingering in her heart.
I always feel like someone is watching me.
Although she did not graduate from the police academy, she also got high marks in tracking and anti-tracking courses when she was abroad.
The person who could follow her in Jiangcheng without anyone noticing had probably not yet been born.
Thinking of this, Lin Yan took a few steps in disbelief, put her hands on the handrail of the stairs, and seemed to be about to lift her feet up the stairs, but turned her face away suddenly, and at that moment the hairs on her back stood on end.
"Kacha—" There was a crisp sound, and the mechanical stick was out of its sheath. Before she could even see who her opponent was, she had already struck out with her fighting instinct.
Song Yuhang blocked the blow and said in a muffled voice, "It's me."
Her stick just hit the back of Song Yuhang's hand, and immediately it became bruised and swollen.
Lin Yan retracted the mechanical stick to his back, and laughed twice: "Hey, Song team, why do you always like to stand behind people, you are not aboveboard at all."
Song Yuhang moved his wrist and glanced at her: "You are too defensive."
Although she collected it quickly, Song Yuhang's eyes were sharper. When he saw the mechanical stick, he remembered the fight outside Sun Xiangming's house that day, and the scene of her jumping down from the fifth floor with the mechanical stick, his eyes sank.
Regarding Lin Yan, she occasionally has some emotions that she can hardly explain, but her reason tells her that this person cannot be trusted, let alone be trusted.
Thinking of this, she spoke coldly: "What are you doing here?"
Meeting her scrutinizing gaze, Lin Yan spread his hands: "Don't get me wrong, this deceased has nothing to do with me, I just thought her death was suspicious, so I went to the scene of the crime myself .”
The sky gradually darkened, and the backlight of the corridor door could not see her expression clearly. Song Yuhang lifted his feet and walked up, with a sneer on his lips.
Lin Yan said that, of course she didn't believe it.
"Whether it matters or not, who knows, after all, Lin Forensic Medicine has great powers."
Lin Yan pretended not to hear the sarcasm in her words, and walked up with her: "Where there is, Team Song is not bad."
Most of the people who bickered with Lin Yan didn't end well, Song Yuhang wisely didn't say anything more.
She walked quickly, but she saw that Lin Yan was still holding on to the handrail, looking down, and said casually: "I remember that you were discharged from the hospital tomorrow."
It's okay if she didn't mention it, but when Lin Yan mentioned it, Zhang Jinhai's words "Captain Song turned pale with fright" and "Pick him up and run to the hospital" came to mind.
And those specious temptations and chats in the hospital that night, as if another switch was pressed between the two people, Song Yuhang showed a tenderness that had never been shown, and she also exposed a vulnerability that had never been seen before.
It's horrible.
But it doesn't matter, day and night are a watershed for adults.
Just like Song Yuhang didn't believe her and guarded against her, Lin Yan never really believed her.
"Ah, the doctor said, I'm almost recovered. Lying down is a waste of medical resources. I won't compete with critically ill patients for a bed, and I won't be conscious anymore." Lin Yan cheered up and walked faster.
Song Yuhang slowed down and waited for her without any trace.
At the fork on the second floor.
Lin Yan pointed to the left: "I'll go this way."
Song Yuhang tiptoed to the right: "I'll go this way."
When Lin Yan turned to leave, Song Yuhang turned his head: "Don't play tricks, things happen again and again, no matter what your reason is, it's best not to fall into my hands again."
Lin Yan also looked back at her, with an extremely charming smile on his lips: "Captain Song is really righteous, if that's the case, why don't you report me, you don't dare to say it because you are hurt, at least you can get me out of this position Go down, or say—”
Lin Yan took a step closer, and the faint scent of flowers came over again.
"Is Team Song cherishing talent or simply being in love with me?"