Lin Yan bit the gauze with her teeth and wrapped it around her shoulders again, tied a knot before putting on her clothes. She looked up at the mirror, the wound on her neck was still there, she dipped some ointment with her fingertips and applied it to melt away, then took a pack of sterile dressing and fixed it with medical tape, looked at the wound in the mirror. I frowned, several of them were ugly, like cakes riddled with holes.
Forget it, anyway, it will get better if you raise it slowly.
Thinking of this, Lin Yan subconsciously touched the mechanical stick on her lower back, only to find that she had already thrown the stick away.
She was startled, and casually touched the fruit knife from the table, and shook it in her hand. It was okay, so this is it.
After everything was tidied up, Lin Yan put on the mask, lowered the brim of the hat, slung the backpack over his shoulder, and strode open the door.
The car had already parked at the gate of the nursing home. The driver saw her coming up and said in a low voice, "Miss, I have found out that the funeral home is heavily guarded, and the guards change shifts every half an hour. The cameras cover the entire factory area in all directions, and there is no surveillance. dead end."
Lin Yan lazily leaned on the back of the chair, looked at the tablet in the palm of his hand, swiped with his fingertips, and was roughly familiar with the map of the entire factory area.
"Five minutes is enough, can it be done with a power outage for five minutes?"
The driver thought for a while: "Okay, fine, but if the master knows..."
He looked at her from the rearview mirror, Lin Yan was nestled in the seat, his face was pale from a serious illness, and his body was still wounded, which was too dangerous.
Lin Yan curled his lips into a smile, and sat up a little bit straighter: "How long have you been with me?"
"Miss Hui... seven... seven years."
The driver couldn't make up her mind, he hesitated.
"Since I'm an old man, I should know that what I hate the most is being in Cao Ying and my heart is in Han. I am me, and Lin Youyuan is that old Lin Youyuan. If you want to go back to Jingtai, I won't stop you."
After Lin Yan finished speaking lightly, he closed his eyes and rested his mind.
The driver was startled, and swallowed his saliva. Not to mention that Lin Yan was holding his family's privacy and life in his hands, judging from the fact that she threatened Lin Youyuan with suicide this time, both sides were hurt on the surface. It was Lin who was weary of danger and won.
As long as she does not die, she is Lin Youyuan's only heir. This is a certain fact, and it is also her fate that she will never be able to break free from.
Waiting for Lin Youyuan's hundred years, let alone the whole Jingtai...
Offending her now is of no use.
"Don't dare, Miss is my only master."
The scenery outside the car window passed by quickly, and the sky was completely dark. The Binhai Provincial Funeral Home was built on a mountainside in the suburbs of the city, surrounded by mountains and rivers, and it was deserted.
Halfway through the drive, Lin Yan asked him to stop the car, got out of the car and walked by himself, and glanced at his watch, it was half past eleven at night.
"I will listen to my order to cut off the power later."
The driver hurriedly stood up straight and was short of saluting: "Yes, miss, I will meet you on the mountainside after you are done."
Lin Yan nodded, carrying his bag and submerging into the dark jungle.
The reason she didn't take the main road was to avoid passing vehicles and surveillance video, and it would be unclear if someone saw it.
After the cat sprinted on the mountain road for a while, Lin Yan supported his knees and panted heavily, and the wound began to ache.
She gritted her teeth, looked at the brightly lit funeral home in front of her, put her backpack on her shoulders again, and continued to climb.
Pushing away the dense bushes, his face was hurt by the branches, Lin Yan lowered his body, crawled forward, relaxed himself and lay down on the ground when the searchlight came, his black windbreaker perfectly blended with the night.
When she counted to three, the searchlight moved to another direction, Lin Yanli jumped up, a leopard leaped to the bottom of the wall, her body was tightly pressed against the wall and stretched into a straight line.
She turned on the videophone watch on her wrist, lowered her voice and shouted: "Stop!"
The whole brightly lit building was instantly plunged into darkness, and the computer screen in the monitoring room instantly went black.
The searchlights also stopped working.
The officer on duty ran out: "What's the matter? What's the matter? Sudden power failure?"
"Guard, guard, go and have a look!"
In the chaos, a cat's head hit the wall. Lin Yan jumped up. When she landed, her posture was standard but her strength was exhausted. She swayed her body and twisted her ankle. Beads of sweat suddenly appeared on her forehead, and she struggled to get out of bed. Get up on the ground.
"Who? Who's there?!" The flashlight shone in the past, and several guards with electric batons ran over, and there was no one under the wall.
"Damn it, I just heard some movement, what the hell?"
The leading man immediately slapped the speaker on the head: "Don't fucking talk nonsense, and don't even look at where this is, are you dazzled?"
Song Yuhang on the west courtyard wall pulled up his hood. It must have been a coincidence that the electricity stopped.
While the guard was not paying attention, she went straight through an open window, and then closed the window lightly.
This should be an office. She turned on the fluorescent light on her watch and looked around. After finding that there was no danger, she took out the map of the factory area from her pocket. After locking the target, she tapped twice on the map with her fingertips to close it. Getting up, tiptoely pushed open the door, and rushed to the corridor.
Lin Yan clutched the wound on his shoulder and panted heavily, tried to calm his breathing, and leaned against the window sill to listen to the movement outside, the flashlight flickered and shone into the room through the window.
Lin Yan remained motionless until the sound of footsteps outside gradually faded into silence.
She took out a fruit knife from her backpack to defend herself, and tiptoedly opened the door.
She had just five minutes to walk down the hallway to the morgue, five minutes later the camera in the hallway would capture her location in an instant.
Fortunately, she had already seen the floor plan before she came here. Lin Yanqing was familiar with the road. As soon as she reached the entrance of the corridor, a group of guards with flashlights came up.
"Why did you say that the electricity stopped so coincidentally? Go for a walk and go to the main control room to have a look."
Lin Yan dodged and hid in the cubicle of the women's toilet next to her. The pedestrian gradually walked away, and she slipped out against the wall again.
Going up to the third floor, next to the cold storage is the morgue. Lin Yan looked up and down while walking the stairs. At night, the funeral parlor was empty, and every room was pitch-black.
She swallowed, rubbed her bare arms, and when she looked up again, she finally saw the floor sign: three.
Enduring the tingling pain in her ankle, Lin Yan ran over quickly, her flat shoes stepping on the ground silently.
The watch on her wrist vibrated slightly, reminding her that the time was almost up.
Lin Yan put the gun on the airtight door, turned on his watch, and fiddled with it quickly, the numbers on the stopwatch were rapidly reversing.
five.
Four.
three.
…
Beads of sweat oozed from Lin Yan's forehead, and finally there was a slight beeping sound next to his ear, and the airtight door opened.
She quickly pulled out the gun, pushed the door open, and at the same time a black shadow rushed towards her, almost pushing her back and forth into the morgue.
The camera in the corridor turned on the red dot again, and the airtight door closed.
A cold light flashed in the darkness, and the fruit knife in Lin Yan's hand was out of its sheath, and stabbed at the opponent's throat at a tricky angle.
Song Yuhang turned his head to dodge, grabbed her wrist and pressed down, pulling her towards him: "Yes..."
Lin Yan was just a side leg without saying a word, but Song Yuhang easily caught the opening because of lack of physical strength. While she bent down to give in, she hugged her with all her strength and pushed her against the wall.
Lin Yan hit her head with his elbow.
"it's me!"
The elbow stopped just a centimeter from her temple.
Lin Yan opened his eyes wide, looking at her in disbelief.
Song Yuhang pulled off the mask, and her eyes met, a smile appeared on the corner of her lips: "It's me, Song Yuhang, we meet again, Forensic Doctor Lin."
I haven't seen her for more than two months, but when I met her again in this kind of place, Lin Yan looked at her smile, eyes shining brightly in the dark, and didn't know if it was because of her death, but it wasn't. feel rusty.
Especially now this posture, not only not unfamiliar, but also very intimate.
Her hand holding the knife was held high against the wall and could not move, while the other hand was caught by Song Yuhang's arm and could not move. The two of them were tiptoe to toe, belly to belly. She spoke as if Tickle her face.
Lin Yan gritted his teeth: "Are you not dead?"
Song Yuhang wasn't angry either: "Didn't you prevent me from dying?"
"I..." Lin Yan choked his breath in his throat and almost choked to death.
Song Yuhang smiled again, and suddenly tightened his grip on her wrist: "I'm very obedient."
Lin was tired of suffering, the knife had already been snatched away and put into his pocket: "As long as you don't point the knife at me, it's dangerous and confiscated."
"I..." Lin was so annoyed that he struggled to push her away, but someone covered his mouth and lifted her up to press against the wall.
Song Yuhang put one leg into the gap between the two of them, her entire back was seamlessly attached to the wall, and Song Yuhang was seamlessly attached to her body.
"Hmm..." Lin Yan shook her head desperately, trying to break free from the shackles, Song Yuhang hugged her head and whispered in her ear: "Shut up, someone is coming."
A few flashes of flashlight flashed under the airtight door.
Lin Yan's hairs stood on end.
"Isn't it, did you really see a ghost tonight? Finally, the call came and heard some movement from here, but nothing happened?"
Through an iron gate, a voice said.
The other person poohed three times in a row: "Hey, hey, crow's mouth, what's in here, if there's really any movement, it's fine!"
"That's right, it must be because of your nervousness, you must go back to sleep quickly."
A few people were skeptical, and looked around the airtight door. The locks were all intact.
The person who spoke first straightened his back and touched his head: "Could it be that I heard it wrong? But I just heard someone talking inside."
The companion who was traveling with him took a look at the dark room and shuddered: "Have you watched too many fucking ghost movies?"
Several people cursed and planned to go back.
Lin Yan breathed a sigh of relief.
Before she could relax completely, the person who spoke first came back again: "No, I still have to go in and have a look before I feel relieved."
Speaking of which, he was already preparing to press the electronic combination lock on the airtight door.
Listening to the sound of Didi so close at hand, Lin Yan broke out in white sweat, and she could feel that Song Yuhang also hugged her a little tighter.
There was the sound of her heavy breathing next to her ear, and the hot air gently brushed her earlobe, causing an untimely itching. Lin Yan was covered with her mouth and could not speak, and the taste of her palm was between her lips and teeth.
There was some sweat, and that sun-baked smell on her body.
Lin Yan narrowed her eyes slightly, and Song Yuhang knew that she was going to make trouble again.
Sure enough, the next moment there was a sharp pain in the tiger's mouth, and she almost screamed in front of these guards.
Lin Yan was so ruthless that he slapped his mouth mercilessly, it was all like grinding his teeth.
Little wolf cub.
When this word popped into Song Yuhang's mind, the airtight door was opened.
A few flashlights shot straight in through the swirling fog.
Song Yuhang tensed up in an instant. She and Lin Yan stood in the shadow of the backlight behind the door. As long as they take one step forward, one step...
She swallowed hard, and the breathing and heartbeat of the two were almost maintained at the same frequency.
It's strange that in such a tense moment, she still has time to feel the strange feeling brought by the tip of Lin Yan's tongue gently brushing her tiger's mouth.
This feeling is so novel.
So much so that the sweat on the forehead of the person who has always been calm and self-sustaining slipped down in an instant.
I don't know if it's because he swallowed his saliva too frequently, Song Yuhang's throat feels dry for some reason.
The light floral fragrance that enveloped her became more and more intense, and Song Yuhang almost buried his head in her neck.
There was a piece of gauze that hurt her eyes deeply. If the guards hadn't left, she could have removed the gauze on the spot to find out.
Her curiosity in Lin Yan can be seen.
Every time Song Yuhang got close to her, Lin Yan bit her hard, as if revenge on each other, no one would let anyone go.
The door was getting closer and closer to them, and the light of the flashlight shone on the floor, moving forward inch by inch, until it projected on the wall beside them, only one point further down.
The chaotic footsteps in the corridor sounded: "What are you doing here?! Open the door of the morgue in the middle of the night, and the air-conditioning has let me go. Close it quickly! The switch in the central control room is broken, don't you know? Don’t hurry up and fix it for me!”
The beam of light was taken away, several people nodded and bowed, and closed the airtight door again.
"Yes, yes, what you said is, go here, go here."
The world was plunged into darkness again, Lin Yan breathed a sigh of relief, and when she could not hear the footsteps at all, she had already tasted a trace of blood on the tip of her tongue.
She was a little out of strength, her masseter muscles were sore, and she took the lead in letting go.
Song Yuhang also withdrew his hand.
Lin Yan took a few breaths of fresh air and shivered: "Hey, it's okay—"
She raised her eyes to meet the man's eyes, and the rest of the words fell back into her throat.
It was a look that had never been seen on Song Yuhang's face before. It contained pity, distress, regret, self-blame and a trace of possessiveness that she didn't even know herself.
The last one is too familiar to Lin Yan, almost every man and woman who has had skin-to-skin contact with her has this expression on their faces.
Lin Yan was startled, turned his eyes away calmly, and changed his tone when he spoke: "Why, is Team Song going to hug me in the morgue forever?"
She used to make jokes to hide her guilt.
Song Yuhang didn't care, she just stared at her face and said word by word: "You've lost weight."
Lin Yan raised her eyebrows impatiently. She didn't like the fact that the two of them were too close.
This situation will only lead any normal conversation to an ambiguous direction.
It's not so much that she doesn't like Song Yuhang's approach, but rather that she doesn't like anything going in a direction beyond her control.
Song Yuhang was an accident, one accident after another.
"Isn't it good to lose weight? Can't I lose weight?"
"Where are you losing weight? It's clearly... clearly a hunger strike!" Song Yuhang lowered his voice and yelled this sentence in her ear. As soon as he hugged her, she knew that she was too thin, almost skinny .
The current Lin Yan is just putting on airs and can't handle her tricks at all.
Lin Yan could hear the trembling in the end of her voice, but she saw the glint of water in her eyes with a casual glance, her heart trembled, she clenched her lower lip tightly and did not speak again.
"You want me not to die... but you are looking for some kind of death yourself, Lin Yan, does that make any sense?"
She finally called out her name completely, not calling Lin Fayi Lin Fayi anymore, but under such circumstances.
"You said He Miao shouldn't die in vain, but what about you, you are only thirty-two years old, you are amazingly talented, you are young, and your future is limitless! Are you... willing?"
Lin Yan was finally willing to look up into her eyes, but it was contemptuous, sarcastic, and dismissive.
She touched her chest lightly with her moving hand, and spoke clearly: "The real Lin Yan died when he was six years old. The one who survives now and stands in front of you is the body, the devil." .”
She also lived briefly, being dragged out of the abyss, chasing that ray of sunshine, wanting to become a better version of herself, but was slammed into a deeper and colder swamp by reality.
Lin is bored to death, and "she" is alive.
She was reborn and put on another ruthless mask from then on.
After wearing the mask for a long time, she almost forgot what she looked like before.
"I'm not reconciled! Whether it's a body or a devil! I only know that you are Lin Yan, the forensic doctor Lin Yan from the Technical Investigation Division of Jiangcheng City Bureau, Lin Yan who is standing in front of me alive, and my comrade Song Yuhang who lived and died together. Lin Yan!"
How wonderful are the two words "to live together and die together" and "comrades in arms".
Almost so good that it's sunny just thinking about it.
Lin Yan's gloomy heart was gently blown away by the wind, and she stared blankly at the face of the young police officer in front of her.
She is so heroic and full of vigor. When she is quiet, she is like the blue sky and white clouds slowly flowing past the horizon.
She is neither restless nor competitive, and she can stay in the same position for years without complaining.
But she is also jealous, even if she disagrees with Lin Yan, she is willing to find out the truth in her own way.
She moved like lightning, thunderous, and swung her fist with a gust of wind to slam the enemy's face, using her flesh and blood to open a passage for her to escape.
She is full of righteousness and empathy.
She doesn't care which "Lin Yan" she is, she only cares that she is Lin Yan, the Lin Yan standing in front of her, the Lin Yan who lived and died with her.
It was as if eyes had been exchanged before.
In the darkness, the four eyes met for a long time, so quiet that only each other's breathing was heard, not even the humming air-conditioning in the morgue could be heard.
Lin Yan pursed the corners of her lips, turned her head away, and was hugged into her arms. Song Yuhang held her head and almost pushed her into his arms. Her voice was both depressing and like on request.
"Don't die...don't die."
She finally said it.
Lin Yan closed her eyes, and the woman's inconspicuous Adam's apple rolled up and down. She raised her hand as if trying to hug her back, but finally fell down powerlessly.
"I'm sorry... I can't promise you."
Her ending was doomed from the very beginning, and she will fight for the truth all her life, including giving her own life.
"It's okay, you don't need to answer me now, I just hope that at a certain moment in the future, when you want to end your life, you can think of me, think of the words I said today, think again, and take it easy. "
"Lin Yan, in this world, it is not that no one expects you to live. You have the right to choose, but once the switch of death is pressed, it means that everything will return to zero. The game is over forever, and you will never start again. Here's the chance."
Song Yuhang didn't finish what she wanted to say, but she felt the stiffness of Lin Yan's body and her silent resistance.
She still felt that what she said next might be a bit abrupt, but it was good for her to understand.
If there is such a time in the future, she will also seize the moment of Lin Yan's hesitation, and drag her back from the hand of death, and drag her back to her side.
Not only Lin Yan, but anyone who attempted suicide in front of her is the same. She always believes that living is more courageous than dying.
And when you are alive, you will always see the sun tomorrow, and good things will always happen, right
Lin Yan never thought that there would be a day when she and Song Yuhang would shake hands and make peace, let alone a day when they would hug each other, and what was even more unexpected was that the first real hug between each other was in the morgue occurring.
It's ridiculous and ridiculous, but it really happened.
Feeling the small hand that tightly clenched the clothes on his back, the corners of Song Yuhang's lips rose, ecstatic: "Let me see the wound on your neck."
As she spoke, she was about to raise her hand to remove the gauze around her neck, but Lin Yan blocked it for a while, but was cut back and pressed her hands over her head.
Lin became angry from embarrassment, and bent his knees.
Song Yuhang's face turned green, and he took a few steps back while clutching his crotch. His face was full of pain, and he pointed at her tremblingly, speechless.
Miss Lin swung her backpack over her shoulders, and proudly blew on the bangs that fell in front of her eyes: "Give some color and open a dyeing workshop, do you know that roses have thorns?"
Song Yuhang watched her walk towards the refrigerator where the corpses were stored, and followed her limpingly: "Forget it...you're ruthless! You wait for me! You... hiss..."