three months later.
Monday morning.
Jiangcheng.
As a prefecture-level city, Jiangcheng has not started to limit the number of people, and the huge traffic flows into the congested road.
Traffic lights flashed.
The hordes of electric vehicles and bicycles are desperate to see every stitch.
The horns sounded one after another, mixed with the sharp whistle of the traffic police, just like boiling water in a frying pan.
Pedestrians swarmed and crossed the road in the few seconds when the green light started to flash. I don’t know whose meat bun was squeezed out, trampled and rolled to the side of the road. The stray dog who was looking for food by the trash can took a bite. Take it away.
The driver's horn was about to be blown, and there was still an endless stream of pedestrians crossing the road ahead. Seeing that the red light was about to turn green again, there was an increasingly impatient sound of flipping newspapers from the back seat.
He took a look at the gap and stepped on the accelerator.
Lin Yan held a cup of freshly ground coffee in his hand, and before he had time to take a few sips, he heard a loud noise, and the car body jerked, all of which was dedicated to his expensive global limited-edition small suit .
The young lady had a violent vein on her forehead.
The driver turned around and stammered, "Miss, I was driving well, but suddenly a tricycle rushed out from the blind spot..."
"Damn, are you courting death?"
A lot of people had surrounded the intersection. Jiangcheng was not a big place, and few people could drive luxury cars. There were people pointing and talking outside the window.
The butler turned back and handed her the tissue, opened the door and got out of the car to deal with it.
Song Yuhang helped up the fallen old man, the tricycle fell to the ground, and a basket of melons, fruits and vegetables was scattered all over the ground, it was no longer edible.
Fortunately, she just picked up the old man from the tricycle in time when she saw the danger, but her little electric donkey was knocked over, and the old man was only slightly scratched.
"Are you all right?"
The old grandma sat on the ground, but she was a little frightened. Her eyes were red again when she saw the vegetables scattered all over the ground, and she opened her mouth for a long time and couldn't cry out.
"What about the driver, do you know you hit someone? Why don't you hurry down and give an explanation."
"That's right, driving a Mercedes-Benz is amazing."
"Come down, come down, come down quickly."
"Everyone, we were driving normally, but this old man rushed out suddenly. If we hadn't stepped on the brakes in time, I'm afraid..." the butler said calmly with a smile on his face.
"What's wrong with normal driving? You also hit someone while driving normally, do you know?"
"Seeing that you drive such a nice car, why don't you have any sympathy?"
"That's right, the old lady is so pitiful. She rode a bicycle early in the morning to sell vegetables, and now the vegetables can't be sold. What's wrong with you paying some money?"
"According to what you say, do I have to pay this old lady for a physical examination, pay for the medical expenses in advance, and compensate her for the day's loss by the way?"
A somewhat low and hoarse voice suddenly broke in.
The woman's voice is not very pleasant, it has the caress of smoking all the year round.
Song Yuhang raised his head, and the first thing that caught his eyes was a pair of stiletto high heels and black wide-leg pants, followed by his unforgettable face.
She frowned, feeling as if she had seen it somewhere before, but suddenly couldn't remember it.
Lin Yan looked over, and scanned the old man back and forth without any trace. Forensic medical injury identification is a basic skill in the foundation, and she already knew it in her mind with just one glance.
"Hey, a sensible person finally came, are you the owner of the car?"
It's still the big man who just spoke, the beautiful Mercedes-Benz is enough to attract attention.
"Are you a traffic policeman?" Lin Yan's suit jacket was draped over her arm, and the butler was holding an umbrella for her. There were four large characters clearly written on her face: Do not approach strangers.
"No...not..." The man who was stunned by her aura replied in a daze.
"Then why should I listen to you?" There was a mocking smile on the corner of her lips, and she looked down at her watch.
"The traffic light changes every 60 seconds. It was a red light three minutes ago. I am the one who obeys the traffic rules. It is the old lady who runs the red light."
The old man sitting in Song Yuhang's arms straightened up, his clothes were worn out, his shoes were covered with mud, his head was full of white hair, and his lips were trembling: "I'm sorry...girl...I...I'm rushing to sell vegetables...the vegetables can't be sold out... It's been a waste of work for more than a month..."
Seeing that the old man was choked up and seemed about to cry, Lin Yan said again that "the villain should sue first", and the crowd couldn't sit still, pointing and pointing at them.
"That's right, why do you drive a Mercedes-Benz and have trouble with an old lady who sells vegetables?"
"Is it easy for people to get up early and work late to make this little money?"
"Young people nowadays don't have any sympathy."
…
Lin Yan rolled his eyes, did the wind blow the money that was cooperating with me
"Okay, I need compensation, right?" Lin Yan pointed out, the bumper was dented and the front of the car was also scratched.
"My car is not expensive, it's only about two million yuan. I'll give you a discount based on the market maintenance price, and the cost of painting is not counted. The cap is 10,000 yuan. Is it the old lady who will pay me or you? , you, pay for it?"
She glanced at the noisy and fiercest passers-by, with a mocking smile on her lips, and a domineering look on her face.
"And my suit, which is not refundable, non-replaceable, or dry-cleaned, because I spilled a cup of coffee on it during the braking effort, and the 100,000 yuan was wasted like this. Should I also be compensated?"
The old lady was so frightened that she nearly got up from Song Yuhang's arms and kowtowed to her.
"I'm sorry girl... I'm sorry... it's really my old woman's fault... I'm getting old... my eyes can't see clearly... my grandson and I are the only ones at home... girl... I don't want you to pay... I don't want you to pay... It's my wife's fault..."
Seeing the old lady crying pitifully, some people pointed their fingers at her again.
Tossing and turning is nothing more than accusing her of being "rich and unkind", co-authoring that if I have money, I should help the poor
Lin Yan heard impatiently: "Shut up the fuck, did I hit you or did I hit you? The dog takes the mouse and meddles in your own business."
It was the same big man who saw her swear words just now, and suddenly became angry, and he rushed forward with his fists.
"Fuck you, I'm just meddling in my own business today!"
Lin Yan's driver slightly stepped forward to protect her.
Before the fist came down, he was stopped by someone. It was another young woman in her early thirties. She was tall but looked weak, but she easily deflected his attack. The big man pushed out of the crowd.
Lin Yan slightly raised his brows: "Another meddling?"
Song Yuhang shook his head: "It's not an idle matter, you speeded, and both parties bear half of the responsibility for each other, and you have to pay for it. However, there are human feelings besides legal principles, so you should pay more."
Lin Yan almost choked to death without bringing it up: "No..."
Song Yuhang pointed to the sign on his finger: "In urban areas, the speed limit is 30."
A lonely pole stood next to the huge billboard in the urban area, and an inconspicuous warning sign was hung. The two huge numbers "30" were circled with red paint.
The corner of the eldest lady's mouth twitched, hovering on the verge of going crazy.
Song Yuhang added another sentence: "If you calculate the speed at the intermediate moment based on the time you just passed the intersection and the distance, you are speeding when you pass this intersection."
Her tone was steady without any fluctuations, and seeing her expression of incomprehension, she repeated the calculation formula again.
Lin Yan got a headache when he heard it: "You got it, stop it, stop it, do you want me to pay? I really..."
Song Yuhang paused for a moment. The brother from the traffic police team hadn't come yet. She subconsciously fumbled in her pocket to get the police officer's ID card, but was in vain.
"I am..." She fumbled in her coat pocket again uncertainly.
"What is it? Fraud? Stealing money? Or touching porcelain?" Miss Lin could roll her eyes to the sky, and motioned for the housekeeper to give her the wallet. She randomly pulled out a stack of bills with her fingertips and threw them into the two of them's arms. It's like sending a beggar away.
"Everyone who touches porcelain these days is so dedicated. If you have this energy, you can't do anything. I will pay you this money. Use it to buy a coffin book. It's a waste of my mother's time. Get out of here."
After standing under the sun for so long, Miss Lin's make-up was almost exhausted, her mouth was dry, and she got back into the car again.
The crowd gradually dispersed, Song Yuhang collected the money, helped the old lady to the side of the road with a few passers-by, and then went back to the middle of the road to help the little electric donkey that had fallen to the ground. The butler stood beside the old man.
"Call us if you have any questions."
He also handed her the business card in his hand.
A few large characters were stamped on a thin card: Jingtai Group Co., Ltd.
On the back is a string of phones from the Legal Department.
"Hey—" Song Yuhang wanted to return the money to them: "I'm really not..."
The butler shook his head and already walked away, the Mercedes-Benz drove away slowly, submerged in the traffic flow.
"Old man, is there any pain? May I take you to the hospital?"
"No, no, thank you, girl, you are a kind person." The old man grabbed her hand with tears in his eyes and couldn't stop thanking him.
The big man who was stopped by her just now bought a bottle of water and handed it to the old lady, and also handed her a bottle: "Hey, girl, you are very strong. I have never been afraid of anyone in a fight. You gently!" As soon as I pushed me, it seemed like I was not standing firmly on my feet, as I said, you shouldn't stop me, and an unreasonable woman like that should give me a good beating to relieve my anger!"
Song Yuhang smiled slightly, and declined the mineral water he handed over: "Fortunately, you didn't do anything."
The driver who was following the woman was not tall and of medium build but had broad shoulders and tight muscles. Calluses on the back of the fingers were a sign of frequent punching. The bridge of the nose was flat and there were scars, indicating that he had actual combat experience. The most important thing was the dumpling ears. A battle-hardened man leaves no such mark.
A driver has already reached the level of a free-strike gold belt boxing champion, so what is the background of that woman
"Miss, let's forget it?" Halfway through the car, the driver looked at her in the rearview mirror.
Lin Yan didn't even raise his eyebrows, and continued flipping through the newspaper in his hand.
"Otherwise, have you ever beaten that woman?"
The driver seemed to choke for a moment, and was a little unconvinced: "I..."
"Go to the Jiangcheng Public Security Bureau, I'm exhausted this morning." She covered her mouth and yawned a little.
The driver didn't dare to neglect, and quickly turned the steering wheel and accelerated to the Municipal Public Security Bureau.
It was already past nine o'clock in the morning, when the city bureau started to get busy, when Lin Yan's car creaked and stopped right at the gate.
The eldest lady slammed the car door, put on her sunglasses, her high heels swayed gracefully, and her every step was windy, ostentatiously passing through the market.
The police officers who interacted with each other whispered: "Hey, it's not some young lady who came here to find fault again, right?"
The police officer who was asked chewed half a piece of sausage in his mouth, and carried several bags of soy milk and fried dough stick buns in his hand. He was bulging in his police uniform. Thighs are thick.
A smell of steamed buns stuffed with pork and cabbage drifted past Lin Yan.
Big Fatty turned around to look at her, with vegetable leaves stuck in his teeth: "No... I don't know... But it's pretty... Hehehe..."
Miss Lin frowned and retched twice. She didn't know whether she was disgusted by the smell of the steamed stuffed bun, or by his appearance.
"Come on, let's go quickly, when Team Song comes back and sees us, it's time to say us." Another companion pulled him away quickly.
"Damn, what are these monsters..." This place is not unfamiliar to Lin Yan, she looked up at the national emblem hanging high above the hall of the Municipal Bureau, and buried her head in like a strong man cut off his wrist.
"Hey, have you heard? Today, we have a new forensic doctor from the Technical Investigation Society, and it's the famous Lin...what's the matter with Lin?"
"Lin Yan." A copy of "Binhai Provincial Civil Service Examination Over the Years' Extensive Explanations" slipped down from the speaker's nose, revealing a face of a boy who was passable in this room of "monsters and ghosts".
It's just that a not-so-serious Japanese cartoon floated out from the fallen book.
The boy quickly picked it up and kissed a few mouthfuls, carefully stuffing it back into his arms.
After eating the sausage, his hand, which was as greasy as a pig's trotter, typed the word "Lin Yan" on the keyboard.
A lot of search interfaces came out.
"Hey, come and see."
Several heads came together.
"Lin Yan, 32 years old, graduated from Fudan University School of Medicine, one of the "Six Old Institutes" of forensic medicine, and studied in the Department of Forensic Medicine of Boston University with a master's degree. So far, he has dissected more than 5,000 corpses , setting a record among young scholars…”
The woman in the photo is wearing a white coat, tied up in small wavy curls, with a little broken hair around her cheeks to modify her face shape, her eyebrows are raised, her eyes are hanging from the tip of her eyebrows, her complexion is white and her lips are dark, she looks like a model with exquisite makeup and three-dimensional features in a magazine Not quite like a doctor or a forensic doctor.
"This is last year's report, right? Just over 6,000 autopsies were performed this year."
Everyone looked at the source of the sound, and the woman sat on the sofa chair with her legs crossed, stroking her exquisite manicure.
Several people turned their faces back numbly, and the fat man continued to read: "But the most puzzling thing is that Miss Lin has an enviable family background. As the eldest lady of Jingtai Group (Lin's), she is the only The heir of Mr. Lin is worth more than 100 million. Even if he does not work, he can live comfortably for a lifetime. It is said that Ms. Lin has given up her inheritance rights and broke up with her father Lin Youyuan. The Lin Group has not issued an official statement. I don’t know if this is true. , or Miss Lin's usual hype?"
"It's true, I wish that old thing would die soon." Lin Yan felt that the chair in the police station was shaking and twisting, making it uncomfortable to sit on, so he had to sit upright again.
Everyone turned around in unison.
The fat man wiped his glasses on his clothes again and again: "Lin Yan, who often reverses cases for suspects and is listed as "Public Enemy Number One" by the Binhai Provincial Public Security Bureau?"
The other party propped his chin and nodded slightly. At a glance, he still had a lot of flair.
The boy who just read the book swallowed, and stroked the piece of paper in his pocket: "It is said that Lin Yan's private life is chaotic, and he has three boyfriends at the same time?"
"Ang?" The eldest lady stretched out her slender fingers and shook them: "There are four."
The only female police officer in the technical investigation wore straight bangs and glasses thicker than the bottom of a beer bottle, and she manually pushed her chin closed due to surprise.
"A wealthy family who spends money like water... Lin Yan?"
Miss Lin didn't bother to answer this question, so Xiao Xiao yawned.
Suddenly, starry eyes appeared in the policewoman's eyes. At this moment, in her eyes, Lin Yan was a walking renminbi and a money printing machine.
"Okay, I'm done asking, who will take me to the locker room, where is the bathroom?"
The three of them rushed forward at the same time: "I, I, I'm coming!"
"Why are you here! Can you get in the women's locker room?!"
"Sister, sister, I'll carry your bag for you. There's no one sitting at this table, so I'll wipe it clean for you."
The fat man squirmed: "Lin... Forensic doctor Lin, are you hungry... This is the steamed stuffed bun I didn't finish eating this morning..."
Lin Yan turned around, with a smile overflowing on his face, with a beautiful face, full of brilliance.
Before Fatty could immerse herself in such tenderness, she slightly parted her thin lips, and said the word "scroll" coldly.
In the silence, Fatty's heart shattered to the ground, the boy patted his shoulder sympathetically, and hurriedly packed Lin Yan's things.
"Hey Team Song, what's the matter?" Song Yuhang changed his clothes and came out. It was still a little stuffy in the air-conditioning weather, so he only wore a light blue short-sleeved uniform with his arms exposed. A large bruise.
From the elbow to the entire forearm, the blood has dried, and there are dust and gravel embedded in it, which looks a bit shocking.
It was the scratches on the ground from the rescue of the old man just now.
She took out a tissue and wiped it hastily without frowning: "It's okay, just a little injury."
A colleague who cared about her came over and handed her wet wipes: "Are there still people who dare to attack the police these days?"
Assault the police
Song Yuhang thought of the woman's arrogance and domineering arrogance, and bent his lower lip without showing any traces: "I dare not attack the police, even if I met a crazy woman and bumped into someone—"
"Hey, don't mention it, your Jiangcheng is really congested. On the way out early in the morning, I met two psychopaths who rammed into my car as desperately as possible—"
A somewhat familiar voice came from the door.
Everyone turned their heads one after another, glanced at Song Yuhang and turned to the door.
Those who engage in criminal investigation are particularly sensitive, and Jiangcheng is only such a big place, and their eyes are eager to try.
I saw the crazy woman Song Dui called came in stepping on seven centimeter high heels. The unfit police uniform was loosely worn on her body, and the top button was not fastened, revealing her snow-white skin and thin collarbone. A small stud earring with no name.
The head of the criminal investigation team followed behind: "Comrades, let me introduce you. This is the new Lin Yan, Lin Forensic Doctor. Everyone must have heard her name by now."
Someone almost lost his balance and fell out of a chair.
Song Yuhang's expression flashed a moment of unnaturalness. He touched his nose, and a little policeman poked her arm: "Hey, Team Song, the crazy woman you're talking about is she, right?"
Lin Yan looked over with a smile on his lips and raised his brows: "What a coincidence, it's Pengci."
Song Yuhang didn't show much expression when the bad things about people behind his back were exposed, and the embarrassment came and went faster, and he even took the initiative to reach out his hand.
"It's not Pengci, it's you speeding. Hello, Forensic Doctor Lin, Deputy Captain of the Criminal Investigation Detachment, Song Yuhang."
Taking the initiative to report your name and position is the meaning of friendship.
Lin Yan didn't intend to shake hands with her to make peace, but nodded slightly.
The scene returned to dead silence again, Song Yuhang retracted the injured arm, as if he was used to this kind of scene, and walked aside to do other things.
The head of the Criminal Investigation Detachment of the City Bureau is a man in his early forties. He is slightly fat and his hairline has begun to rise. He looks more like a glib businessman than a policeman.
At this moment, he coughed dryly to relieve the atmosphere: "Then, let's introduce ourselves."
The fat man was the first to come up to shake hands: "That... forensic doctor Lin, my name is Zheng Chengrui, I... graduated from a computer science major, and is currently a technician in the Technical Investigation Section Network Security Brigade of the Criminal Investigation Detachment of Jiangcheng Public Security Bureau."
Originally, Technical Investigation and Internet Security should be two different departments, but they have few people in Internet Security, and they can't recruit any good talents, so they simply merged into one department, which can save an office.
Lin Yan didn't even bother to raise an eyebrow for him.
The fat man was very sensible, and walked away dejectedly.
It was the same boy from just now, who walked up energetically and raised his hand in salute: "Duan Cheng, an intern forensic doctor in the Criminal Science and Technology Investigation Section of the Criminal Investigation Detachment of Jiangcheng Public Security Bureau!"
After he spoke eloquently for such a long paragraph, Lin Yan began to grind his nails.
In the end, the female policeman came up timidly, and also saluted: "Fang Xin, the trace inspector of the Technical Investigation Division, will report to you."
In terms of job title, Lin Yan is the Chief Prosecutor. She is right to call her that, but the eldest lady has always been indifferent to people, so she raised her brow lazily in response.
Others also introduced themselves one after another. There were so many people in the room, Lin Yan didn't remember a few.
It was the woman, named the deputy team, who sat in an inconspicuous position in the corner, quietly living up to her name, like the blue sky and white clouds slowly flowing through the window.
If you hadn't seen her hands.
"Wait, I'm the only forensic doctor in the technical investigation?" Lin Yan turned his eyes and looked at the crooked people sitting around him.
Zhang Jinhai coughed lightly: "There is also a chief forensic doctor who just passed away not long ago, and it took a while to organize..."
"..."
Forget it, she shouldn't ask, she has never seen any city-level public security bureau that can be so shabby, it looks like a grass-roots team assembled temporarily in an eighteenth-tier town.