Lin Yan lit up her electric pen and touched the rows of refrigerators with her fingertips. She was looking for the name and number.
Song Yuhang followed her with a flashlight, and squatted down: "Here, it must be him."
Opening a refrigerator on the bottom floor, Lin Yan suddenly shuddered, and before she could say anything, a coat had already been draped over her shoulders, carrying the owner's body temperature.
Lin Yan raised her eyes to look at her, Song Yuhang had already retreated, squatting aside in a white short-sleeved T, as if afraid of being hit again.
The corners of Miss Lin's lips curved indistinctly. Although they had never seen "Vulture" in person, one was the captain of the criminal investigation and the other was rich and powerful. It was too easy to get a photo of "Vulture" himself.
Although the body was already swollen, the intuition of the forensic doctor allowed her to confirm in an instant that this person was "Vulture".
Lin Yan took out a small toolbox from his bag, and said, "You said that you are a criminal investigation team leader, and you just want to investigate the case openly. Why do you condescend to come to such a place?"
Song Yuhang thought for a while, but still didn't tell her about his confinement: "I can't interfere with the cases directly under the provincial department."
Lin Yan froze for a moment when he put on the gloves, and turned to the dead man's eyelids: "Do you think it's weird too?"
Song Yuhang didn't hide it this time, and nodded: "How did Scarface recognize you, or did he always target you."
It's a pity that the person is already dead, otherwise, following this line will definitely bring out more dangers lurking around Lin Yan.
Lin Yan didn't think too much about this, she was used to it, Scarface was not the first person who wanted to kill her, nor would he be the last.
As the sole heir of the Jingtai Group, she encountered countless dangers to her life, both openly and secretly. Otherwise, why did she deliberately practice Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu for self-defense.
What she cares about is another thing: "Why are our whereabouts exposed?"
While she was talking, she didn't stop moving her hands.
Hemorrhage points were visible to the naked eye under the conjunctiva, the corpse spots were light, and part of the skin was pale except for the corpse spots.
Lin Yan adjusted the electric pen to the strong light mode again, and took a cotton swab to dig out a little fungus-like foam from the dead man's nasal cavity.
The life reaction is indeed drowning.
Seeing her busy, Song Yuhang was silent for a while and said, "I don't know."
The corner of Lin Yan's lips curled up into a sarcasm: "It seems that this "ghost" is still hiding quite deeply."
Song Yuhang lit the flashlight for her from the side: "Whether it's a human or a ghost, I won't let you do dangerous things like stalking in the future, and I won't let you be alone again."
Lin Yan smiled, and opened the mouth of the deceased with a gag: "It's not that..."
In the middle of her speech, she felt the eyes of the person opposite fell on her face, and subconsciously raised her eyes, and then met her eyes again. The corners of Song Yuhang's lips were tightly pursed, obviously not joking with her.
Lin Yanqian laughed twice, and swallowed the rest of the words. She wanted to turn her attention back to the corpse, but inadvertently caught a glimpse of the wound on her tiger's mouth, leaving two rows of deep tooth marks, and the blood had dried up.
Lin Yan turned his face away uncomfortably, and Song Yuhang also changed his hand to hold up the flashlight, wiped and wiped the injured hand on his clothes, and hid it behind his back.
The atmosphere suddenly became weird again.
In particular, the two people in the bottom row of the refrigerator could only squat head-to-head. The distance was so close that Lin Yan's neck moved towards Song Yuhang's eyes intentionally or unintentionally, and her eyes also focused on herself intentionally or unintentionally.
Lin Yan closed his eyes, the autopsy would not last.
She gritted her teeth: "Song Yuhang, are you looking at the corpse or me?!"
Before removing the gauze to take a closer look, Officer Song was still worried. He was awakened by her words, and stood up suddenly: "Ah... ah... I'll go and guard the door."
As he said that, he was about to go out. Without the light of the flashlight, the surroundings fell into darkness again.
Lin Yan got angry again: "Damn it, come back and light up my old lady!"
"Oh." Song Yuhang touched his nose, and turned back resignedly, but this time he was much more honest and stopped staring at her neck.
Lin Yan inspected the corpse from head to toe, not even missing the nails. Song Yuhang watched her take out new things from the inspection box from time to time, and smiled: "You are quite well prepared."
Lin Yan rolled her eyes and ignored her. If she knew that she also built a professional anatomy laboratory in the villa, her jaw would not drop in shock.
The so-called technical work means not practicing hands-on work for three days.
"Give me an evidence bag."
Song Yuhang bit the flashlight with his teeth, took out the evidence bag from her bag, opened it and handed it to her.
Lin Yan put the cotton swabs dipped in the mud and sand from the dead man's nails into it: "I have to take it back and test whether it is algae or sand from the river."
Song Yuhang sealed the physical evidence bag and stuffed it into her bag, nodded: "Okay, but it can't be done in the Physical Evidence Appraisal Center directly under the Ministry of Public Security."
Lin Yan kept moving his hands: "Of course I know this, don't worry about it, I have my own way."
"Give me that fingerprint imprinter."
Song Yuhang dug out a steel stick about five centimeters long from the toolbox. Lin Yan took it in his hand and wrapped a layer of white paper on the stick, and ordered Song Yuhang to paint the corpse's fingers with ink.
Although she didn't understand it, she did it anyway.
Since the deceased had been dead for some time and had been stored in the cold storage for so long, it would be difficult to recover from the rigors in a short period of time, so the extraction of fingerprints was a problem.
Lin Yan took the fingerprint imprinter wrapped in white paper and rolled it down his fingers, and the problem was solved.
Song Yuhang couldn't help but admire him.
The admiring eyes fell on him, and Lin Yan's fox's tail could rise to the sky: "How about it, is it not in vain?"
Song Yuhang nodded sincerely: "It's better to come early than to come by coincidence."
"But then again, you, a criminal policeman, what kind of flowers can you see when you come to see the corpse?" Lin Yan wiped off the ink on the fingertips of the deceased with gauze, destroying the corpse.
This question hit the point, Song Yuhang was at a loss for words, and he hesitated after a while: "Newspaper."
Lin Yan was confused: "What newspaper?"
"The newspaper is today's, no, yesterday's." Song Yuhang looked at his watch, it was already past 12 o'clock, and corrected his mistake.
"Based on the investigative experience of a veteran criminal policeman for many years, I don't think this person will make such a low-level mistake, and... from what I know about you, if you notice something is wrong, you will definitely be eager to find out, so I Just try your luck."
Unexpectedly, when a really blind cat meets a dead mouse, it can be regarded as an unintentional insertion.
God knows how excited she was when Lin Yan rushed towards her with a knife.
Lin Yan stared at her blankly, causing the person in front of him to touch his nose in embarrassment, and turned his eyes away under her gaze.
"You are really... really unique."
Song Yuhang smiled wryly: "There is no way, who made it impossible for me to contact you."
Lin Yan raised her eyebrows. When it came to this, she didn't know why she was a little concerned: "Have you contacted me? You obviously only went to the detention center to see me once, okay?!"
After being rejected that time, she never came again!
Mom, in vain she was still worried about her injury, Lin Yan began to grind her teeth.
Song Yuhang saw that her eyes were not right, and quickly waved his hands: "I really don't have one. I even asked someone to find you."
But for more than a month, the informant has not conveyed any news to her, neither found nor found.
When Song Yuhang thought of this, his heart skipped a beat, and the smile on his face faded.
Lin Yan had already turned his face away, and snorted disdainfully: "Then who knows, Officer Song."
Song Yuhang is not the kind of person who will take the initiative to mention how much he has done for the other party. Besides, the beating at the gate of the detention center is disgraceful and she doesn't want Lin Yan to know. There is also a trace of shyness at work.
She didn't open her mouth to explain anything anymore, seeing Lin Yan took out the scalpel from the toolbox and was about to cut it off, she grabbed her wrist and sternly said, "What are you doing?"
The scalpel was hanging on the chest of the deceased, and Lin Yan struggled: "Anatomy, what else can we do, just based on the autopsy, we can't deduce whether he drowned before his death or threw his body into the water after death."
Song Yuhang didn't give in: "That's not okay, we have violated the bottom line of the law by coming here tonight, we can't make the same mistake again and again."
Lin Yan was annoyed by her and laughed: "He is already dead, what is the bottom line? At worst, I will sew him up after the dissection. Do you still want to know the truth? Do you want to know who he is? How did he die, and who is the mastermind behind this?"
Song Yuhang clenched her hands tightly and didn't let her move at all. The tiny wrist quickly turned red in her hands. Lin Yan gritted his teeth and had no choice but to use his other hand to break off her fingers.
"Of course I want to know, but not in this way, you will leave marks after sewing, once someone finds out, Lin Yan, your career will be over."
"I want you to care, let me go, let go!" Lin Yan's eyes turned red anxiously, growled in a low voice, and beat her fiercely, but the man still remained motionless.
"You put down the scalpel first, and then I let go."
Lin Yan panted heavily, and his chest heaved up and down: "Okay, just let it go! My old lady has been unlucky for eight lifetimes to meet you, a stubborn donkey."
As she spoke, she moved her hands towards her, and Song Yuhang followed her.
Lin Yan quietly touched a pair of hemostats with his left hand, and a cold light flashed by, coming straight to her face and trying to force her to let go.
Song Yuhang had been prepared for a long time, turned his head to avoid it, and wanted to show her some color, grabbed her wrist and pulled it towards him, Lin Yan almost threw half of his body on the corpse.
She gritted her teeth and supported the refrigerator to take it back. Song Yuhang's palm grasped the weak and boneless wrist, which was too slippery.
Her heart softened, and when she looked at her eyes in the dark, it was clearly unwilling, wronged, and resentful, maybe she was really angry, and the corners of her eyes were red.
Song Yuhang pursed her lips, and couldn't beat her anymore. When the thought came to her mind, she loosened the strength in her hand, and saw Lin Yantuo falling backwards.
It was too late for her to stop.
When Lin Yan fell to the ground, the instrument in his hand collided with the cold ground and made a sharp piercing sound, like dropping a time bomb in a calm lake.
Song Yuhang could already feel that the water waves were shaking violently, and she helped Lin Yan who fell to the ground, and shouted in a low voice: "Go!"
Lin Yan came back to her senses, quickly took off her coat and wiped the floor and the places they touched just now, she was very familiar with the way.
"Wait a minute, all right, close the refrigerator door!"
Just as Song Yuhang closed the door, there were already chaotic footsteps outside the morgue: "Who! Who is in the mortuary?! Go, go in and have a look!"
She looked around and there was no way to hide, she rushed to the window with a stride, pressed her shoulder against the window and pushed it out, exerting all her strength, she still remained motionless.
Lin Yan also limped and ran over, panting heavily: "Don't bother, the windows in the mortuary are usually sealed from the outside to the inside."
Unbelievable, Song Yuhang hit her hard with her shoulder a few more times, without even a gap. Seeing that the footsteps were approaching, cold sweat came down her forehead.
"Then what do you say?"
Lin Yan flipped through his bag: "Take this and smash it."
Song Yuhang weighed the weight of the broken window hammer, and spat twice into his palm: "Stand back, stand far away!"
"哗啦—" There was a crisp sound, the glass shattered, and Song Yuhang's hands were dripping with blood. She didn't care much, took the rope that Lin Yan handed her, tied a knot on the window lattice, and pulled hard again.
She glanced at Lin Yan's legs: "Your feet..."
She had already noticed.
Lin Yan was holding a fruit knife with his back facing her on guard, and the light from the flashlight had been cast through the gap in the airtight door onto the floor of the morgue.
She was calm and calm: "I'm fine, you go first, and the next one will meet me."
Song Yuhang nodded, without further delay, climbed onto the window sill, held the rope in his hand, and looked at the back of her head: "Listen to my password later, and jump as soon as I tell you to."
Lin Yan nodded his head, glanced back from the corner of his eye, Song Yuhang had disappeared, and the rope tied to the window sill was stretched straight.
Lin Yan swallowed his saliva, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on his palms, which was so sticky that he could hardly hold the knife.
Just as the beeping sound of the airtight door sounded, there was a whistle from downstairs. Lin Yan knew that she had landed safely, so he inserted a knife into the inside of his backpack and jumped onto the window sill, feeling a sharp pain in his ankle.
Beads of sweat rolled down her forehead. Enduring the pain, Lin Yan grasped the rope with both hands and quickly lowered the rope.
The pursuers broke into the door, and the entire factory area sounded a sharp siren, and the searchlights also swept over.
Song Yuhang stood on the dirt slope downstairs, opened his hands, and shouted: "Jump!"
Lin Yan closed her eyes and let go of the rope. Of course she was also nervous. Even though she had slipped halfway, it was still two floors high. What if Song Yuhang didn't catch her, what if Song Yuhang ran away first...
The consequences could be disastrous.
However, before she was nervous for too long, she fell into a warm embrace.
Lin Yan took advantage of the situation to hook her neck. Both of them have rich military experience and know how to mitigate the impact and minimize the damage.
After a while of dizziness, Song Yuhang held her head and pushed the person into his arms, using his flesh and blood to protect her from the earth, wood, sand and stones that hit her head and face.
This is a slope with a vertical distance close to 35 degrees. The inertia caused the two people to roll down and escape the pursuers.
Lin Yan was hugged to death, couldn't see anything, only felt that she had turned around countless times, and her hands were rubbed on the ground so painful, but she was unharmed except for her hands.
Until Song Yuhang's back bumped into a big tree, the leaves fell down on his head and face.
Lin Yan spat out the sand in his mouth and was dizzy. It took him a while before he came back to his senses: "Song Yuhang?"
She yelled without responding, and immediately pursed the corners of her lips.
She was lying on Song Yuhang's body. The forest was dimly lit, so she couldn't see exactly how she was injured. She could only see her back against a towering tree, her head drooping to one side, and she didn't know if she had hit her head.
Lin Yan raised his upper body with difficulty, and patted her face again: "Song Yuhang, Song Yuhang, wake up?"
She didn't wait for an answer, her heart suddenly rose to her throat.
The hand around her waist was still not loose, and Lin Yan's final voice trembled, and he touched her breath cautiously: "Song—"
Before she finished speaking, Song Yuhang coughed twice, choking out the blood in his throat, and he felt much more relaxed.
She hugged the person and sat up, the leaves fell from her head, there was a smile on her lips, and her eyes were shining brightly in the darkness.
"Cough...cough cough...I'm fine."
Lin Yan slapped it and said, "Fuck you, you're pretending to be dead again!"
Song Yuhang covered his face and stood up feeling aggrieved: "No... I was really dizzy just now... Really dizzy... Listen to my explanation!"
Lin Yan didn't even look back, and limped down the mountain with a sick leg: "Get out!"
Song Yuhang followed suit: "Don't walk so fast, your feet are swollen into steamed buns..."
"I want you to take care of it, get out!"
There was a small steep slope in front of her. Lin Yan held onto the tree and carefully tested it. The soil rolled down and she was dragged back.
Song Yuhang put one arm around her shoulder and the other around her waist, supporting her like she was helping him to walk that day.
"Slow down, don't worry, they can't catch up with us."
She seldom smiles, and when she smiles, she reveals two canine teeth. She looks sunny and cute, and she almost sticks her tail behind her and shakes her head to please her.
Lin Yan snorted, but didn't struggle anymore: "What do you belong to?"
"It's a monkey, what's the matter?" Song Yuhang turned his head to look at her.
Lin Yan turned his face away, but the corners of his lips rose slightly: "I think it should be a dog."