By the time Lin Yan procrastinatedly packed up and came down from upstairs wrapped in a bath towel, Song Yuhang was already standing in the kitchen. Lin Yan's clothes were still too small for her. The shirt was very close-fitting, and the sleeves were rolled up to the elbows. Because of her height and long legs, the suit pants were stretched out in style. Chic and casual, with wet drops of water hanging from the tips of her hair.
Song Yuhang heard the movement and turned around, with an apron still on his waist: "What do you eat?"
Just looking at her back, she is an androgynous beauty, but when she turns around, she is a chef of a western restaurant. Lin Yan's jaw was about to drop from her smile: "What are you doing wearing a suit and an apron? Change to a three-star Michelin chef?"
"Your closet is full of skirts..." Song Yuhang smiled a little embarrassedly: "I'm afraid they will get dirty, they should be quite expensive."
Lin Yan wrapped in a bath towel and walked down the stairs barefoot, with a lazy expression on his face: "It's pretty, I'll send it off to you."
Song Yuhang's gaze first followed her steps to her feet, which were very white, and the ankles were small, delicate and round.
"That... no, I'll wash it and return it to you."
"Oh, by the way, you seem to have left a uniform jacket with me." Lin Yan said, walked into the cloakroom, and searched for Song Yuhang's jacket from among a large pile of clothes and shoes.
The frosted glass reflected her beautiful figure, the living room was fully open, Song Yuhang stood in the kitchen and had a panoramic view, the bath towel only covered the upper and lower parts, and the rest was reflected on the glass indistinctly, but more Some food for thought.
"Hey, didn't I ask the housekeeper to wash it and hang it up a long time ago? Where did I put it?"
Lin Yan stood up and seemed a little depressed.
Song Yuhang turned his face away: "Let's forget it if you can't find it. It's not bad anyway. The unit sends a lot every year."
She even has a selfish desire to leave something of her own in her room.
When Song Yuhang was wandering in the sky, Lin Yan had already turned around with the clothes: "Ah, I found it, but I forgot to return it to you, by the way, don't cook, the housekeeper will bring the chef over later. "
The tomato in Song Yuhang's hand was cut in half: "Is that so..."
She seemed a little regretful, it was a pity that there were so many kitchen utensils and such a beautifully repaired kitchen.
"You never fire?"
Lin Yan poured a cup of coffee from the brewed coffee pot, walked up to her and poked his head out: "Why should I cook? My manicures are so expensive."
Song Yuhang smiled: "It's also..."
She said, planning to throw the tomato on the chopping board into the trash can: "Sometimes I think you are simply vulgar, and sometimes I think you are out of this world."
"Everyone eats whole grains and sacrifices to the same five internal organs temple. The vulgarity is the vulgarity in the bones. No one is more noble than the other. If the skin is peeled off, there are all kinds of monsters and ghosts. There is nothing rare."
Lin Yan took a sip of coffee, caught a glimpse of her movement, and reached out to grab her wrist: "What are you doing? Didn't it all be cut in half?"
"Didn't you say that a chef will come later..."
Lin Yan smiled, and interpreted a bit of embarrassment from her expression: "I just said I won't do it. When you say I won't eat it, you still have to taste the skills of Officer Song."
The fingertips on his wrist were slightly cool, with a texture of jade, and Song Yuhang couldn't help thinking of the feeling of numbness in his spine when she palpated him last night.
She faintly felt her neck start to itch again.
"Braised noodles with tomatoes, it's not a particularly delicate breakfast, I'll make it if you want it." Song Yuhang said, and started to work, not daring to look her in the eyes.
"Eat, why don't you eat, I'm hungry." Lin Yan said, the ending sound was a little coquettish and brisk.
She was very afraid that she would speak in such a tone. Just now, when teasing her, she dragged her voice, and her face showed a little innocence. There is a hint of mature temptation.
She did it on purpose.
Song Yuhang thought of the scene upstairs, and his ears turned red quietly in the early morning sunlight.
This person hasn't been in her sight since he came downstairs. Lin Yanban lay on the cooking table and looked up at her: "Song Yuhang, look at me."
People who focus on chopping vegetables are unimpressed.
Lin Yan changed the direction: "Song Yuhang, look at me."
Song Yuhang bypassed her and took a handful of shallots from the refrigerator to wash them, and didn't want to talk to her at all.
Lin Yan thought about it, and stretched out his hand to pinch her red ears. It would be too much fun to tease this person.
Before she could stand on tiptoe and pinch it, someone threw water on her face.
"Hey you!"
Lin Yan was a little angry. The person opposite her was even more angry than her. Because of the hangover, the bloodshot eyes were still there, and there were some other things she couldn't understand, and her expression was darker than before.
"Get dressed and stay away!"
"I..." Lin Yan wanted to say something, but when she saw the suppressed anger under her tightly pursed lips, some heroes were short of breath.
It seemed that if she said one more word, she would become meat on Song Yuhang's chopping board.
"Hmph, just wait, you stingy!"
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When it was the time when Lin Yan usually got up to go to work, this was the scene when the butler came over.
Two people sat on each side of the large dining table, and no one paid attention to the other. There was a vegetable plate in the middle, a few side dishes, and two boiled eggs.
It was earth-shattering, Song Yuhang made all the cooks of the Lin family unemployed overnight, Lin Yan not only took the initiative to eat, but also ate stewed noodles with tomatoes!
The housekeeper couldn't help but burst into tears, and he almost gave her the award for the most touching person in China.
She seldom eats this kind of folk snacks. Song Yuhang's craftsmanship is not top-notch, but it is still fresh at first taste.
Lin Yan couldn't help eating two more mouthfuls of noodles, and turned his attention to the eggs on the plate.
Song Yuhang reached out and took the two eggs, Lin Yan opened his mouth, gritted his teeth, and swallowed.
Less than a minute later, a small dish was pushed in front of him.
"Give you."
The peeled eggs lay slippery in the center of the plate, and Song Yuhang took the bowl to the kitchen to serve the soup.
The butler's eyeballs were about to fall out. If he read correctly, Song Yuhang was wearing Lin Yan's shirt, or the Armani limited edition shirt she liked so much!
Lin Yan's slippers were also on her feet, and when she turned back, a large red mark and nail scratches were exposed on the slightly open neckline.
The old butler looked at his lady's sleep-deprived and sluggish appearance again, and was heartbroken: Miss, aren't you the one above
Of course he didn't dare to ask this question. He sent other people out to trim the nursery, and he had to go forward to clean up the dishes for Lin Yan.
Lin Yan pressed the corner of her lips with a tissue: "Eat a little more, just a small bite."
The housekeeper was surprised, he couldn't see anything special about this home-cooked dish, but he still gave her another sip as she wished.
Seeing how delicious her food was, Song Yuhang felt warm in his heart: "The cafeteria also has this noodle at noon, you can try it."
I don't know which minefield this sentence touched the eldest lady.
Lin Yan snorted coldly and said, "I'm just curious, it's just like that if I eat too much, who wants to eat pig food in the cafeteria, Lao Lin, continue to deliver meals to me at noon."
"Yes, Miss." Uncle Lin bowed down respectfully.
Lin Yan got up and stopped looking at Song Yuhang: "Don't eat, clean up."
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After getting into the car, Lin Yan sat in the front row and began to feel drowsy. Song Yuhang held his bag and repeated several times but failed to find a suitable opportunity to return the repaired mechanical stick to her.
Just so entangled, the Municipal Public Security Bureau has arrived.
"Didn't Team Song go home last night? That's impossible. Didn't Sister Lin send her back long ago?" Fang Xin stood at the door looking at Ji Jingxing's anxious face, and took out his cell phone to call her.
Still the cold notification tone—sorry, the phone you dialed has been turned off.
"Sister Lin?" Ji Jingxing caught the name in her words and frowned slightly: "Is it the colleague who is close to her?"
While the two were talking, Lin Yan's car drove up. The city leader's car was not as rich as hers, and it immediately attracted the attention of the two of them.
Fang Xin waved at the car: "Hey, sister Lin, here we come."
Ji Jingxing also looked over.
Lin Yan got out of the car wearing sunglasses, her shirt skirt wrapped her pretty figure, and her stiletto heels stepped on the ground to make her legs look slender and long, she looked like an aristocratic lady.
When he took off his sunglasses, it was not the same thing. He leaned against the car door and smiled at Fang Xinliu, "Yo, I'm waiting for my sister."
Ji Jingxing's first impression of her was greatly discounted and exaggerated.
How could Song Yuhang get involved with such a person
The back door opened and Song Yuhang also got out, wearing Lin Yan's expensive suit, the clothes were ironed neatly, making him look taller and taller, with a heroic figure, the picture of standing with Lin Yan is undoubtedly very pleasing to the eye.
Ji Jingxing was stabbed by this scene, and his smile was a bit forced: "Yuhang..."
Lin Yan closed his smile and looked over.
It's strangely affectionate.
Song Yuhang strode forward to greet her: "Sister, why are you here?"
"I heard from my mother that you didn't go home last night, and didn't answer your phone calls. I wondered if you went back to work to sleep... I stopped by to see when I went to work in the morning, and I bought you some breakfast by the way."
As Ji Jingxing said, he handed her the soy milk and fried dough sticks in his hand.
Song Yuhang seemed to suddenly realize it, and remembered the mobile phone she had thrown in her backpack: "Oh, the mobile phone is out of battery, I forgot to tell you, I slept at my colleague's house last night."
Ji Jingxing took a look at Lin Yan, Lin Yan stood idly without saying hello, let her eyes linger on him and then turned back.
"I didn't eat it earlier. I have eaten it. I bought these for my colleagues."
Song Yuhang also carried a large plastic bag in his hand, which was filled with all kinds of food.
Ji Jingxing was startled, and smiled a bit reluctantly: "Okay, okay, as long as you are fine, as long as you are fine."
"It's okay, what can I do." Song Yuhang smiled, but Ji Jingxing saw the marks on her neck sharply.
"This...how is this..."
The rash disappeared but left behind a red mark and a few conspicuous scratches, like some kind of ambiguous product.
Song Yuhang's expression was a bit evasive: "It's okay... I scratched it myself, then I will go first, sister."
"Hey—" Ji Jingxing wanted to say something more, but Lin Yan had already followed her footsteps.
"I don't think I came to see you, but to see who you are with."
The woman's indistinct words fell into her ears.
Song Yuhang was not angry but said: "It's not all the same, are you full, and eat more if you're not full?"
The two walked side by side, Lin Yan pinched his nose and walked away a little, until his back completely disappeared into the hall of the Municipal Bureau, Song Yuhang never looked back from the beginning to the end.
"Hey, let me tell you, didn't you drink alcohol before?" Finally, Lin Yan took a cup of soy milk from her and sipped it.
"You said that night?" Song Yuhang thought for a while before saying, "I drank some, but very little, less than 50ml of Mojito."
Lin Yan sneered softly: "What kind of wine is a Mojito? Most of them are just mixed with soda water. It's a deceptive thing that is posted in the clear bar. You can't get drunk."
Song Yuhang smiled wryly: "It's possible, last night was the first time I drank so much in such a big way, in a hurry and quickly."
Lin Yan looked away, the criminal investigation office had arrived, Song Yuhang stopped and waited for her to finish her last sentence.
"Allergies vary from person to person. The cocktail I made last night contained not only wine but also other things, such as lemon and soda. I suggest you go to the hospital for an allergy test."
Even caring has the routine of a reluctant professional.
Song Yuhang smiled, inexplicably wanted to reach out and rub her head, but when he caught her gaze, he retracted it: "Don't worry, my own body knows it, it's just that I drink too much and hurry up, it's okay, you Don't take it to heart."
Lin Yan snorted, and walked away arrogantly: "I don't care about you, I'm afraid that if you hang up suddenly, it will increase my workload."
Song Yuhang couldn't help laughing, watching her walk away, and returned to his office with a smile on his lips.
Fang Xin followed behind her, looking at her with a gossiping expression: "I can see the strawberry mark on Captain Song's neck, is it you—"
Lin Yan took a mouthful of soy milk and almost spit it out, coughing loudly: "Ahem! What strawberry marks, is that a rash from alcohol allergy?! Besides, the strawberry marks on her neck are none of my business. ! Stop fooling around with Duan Cheng every day and watch things that are not suitable for children!"
As he said that, he had already quickened his pace and walked in front of her. Fang Xin looked at her back with an innocent face, and an aunt's smile appeared on the corner of his lips.
"Oh, sister Lin~ it's not right, why are you so angry~"
Lin Yan: "Shut up, don't beep, work, work."
What she said was just an excuse. Just as she took off her coat and hung it on the hanger, she was about to change into a white robe and enter the laboratory when the alarm bell rang.
She pulled it off again and put it on her body. Before one sleeve was put on, she had already carried the investigation box and ran outside, buttoning it with one hand while running.
"Why are you standing there?! There is a police report!"
Duan Cheng hurriedly stuffed the pancake into his mouth, pulled his camera, and stuffed the lens into his bag, his voice was indistinct: "Wait, wait for me, Sister Lin."
Fang Xin also put the soy milk on the table, took the investigation box and ran out, wiping his mouth with a tissue while running.
After all, the criminal investigation was faster than the technical investigation. When they were ready to set off, Song Yuhang was already on the way.
The two cars were connected to bluetooth, and the voice of the walkie-talkie came from the driver's seat: "Received 110 calls from the masses, saying that a naked female body was found in Room 1106, Yucai Community, No. 78, Xuanwu Road, Dongcheng District, our city..."
After the sun came out for a while, the sky became completely overcast, and the morning looked almost the same as the evening.
Lin Yan jumped out of the car, took the investigation box, opened the cordon and strode into the building.
The community property and the police from the police station led them up, and the elevator stopped on the eleventh floor.
The scouting pedal had been laid, and Song Yuhang walked into the pool of blood wearing gloves and shoe covers, and pulled open the curtain of the bathroom with a swipe. A naked female corpse was lying in the bathtub with its head tilted.
A pungent bloody smell came over his face, coupled with the visual impact, the bathtub was filled with blood, and several new criminal policemen tried to persuade them to leave.
After the technical detective changed his clothes and came in, Song Yuhang turned sideways to make way for her, letting Lin Yan pass in front of her.
Take photos of photos, and collect evidence of evidence.
At work, Lin Yan is definitely competent, and he no longer has that superficial pompous air.
Song Yuhang glanced at her, and she was relieved to leave this to her.
The eyes that fell on him disappeared, and when he realized that someone was leaving, the corners of Lin Yan's lips under the mask slightly curved.
"Come on, water samples are also taken for evidence."
After the trace inspection took the water sample from the bathtub, she leaned forward to observe the characteristics of the corpse.
The girl's face was pale and pale after bleeding, her whole body was completely cold, and there were no special scars on her body exposed outside the bathtub. Lin Yan gently picked up her arm hanging outside, and the blade fell off.
Fang Xin picked up the blood-stained blade with tweezers and put it in the evidence bag.
Duan Cheng fished out the other arm of the deceased from the puddle of blood, and sure enough, there was a deep wound on the wrist visible to the naked eye.
The blood had drained dry, and the wound was soaked white. The bathtub was full of her blood, which mixed with the water and flowed quietly to the ground during the long night.
He looked a little scared and couldn't bear it: "This... how hard to think about it!"
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"Who called the police?"
"I, I reported it!" Someone in the crowd outside the door raised his hand high. The man had a beer belly and was wearing slippers and home clothes. He obviously ran out of the house in a panic.
The investigators were taking notes, and Song Yuhang also walked over.
"Tell me in detail."
The man licked his lips, as if he still had lingering fears: "I live downstairs in 1006, and I haven't woken up until six o'clock in the morning to brush my teeth, wash my face, and get ready for work..."
He seemed to be immersed in that situation for a long time but couldn't recover, his face turned pale with fright.
The man is an ordinary office worker, working from nine to five. This is his rented house, and there are about ten bus stops away from where he works. The meager salary cannot support his waywardness, so he wakes up early every day to wash his hands To make breakfast for myself.
On this day, it was just dawn, the alarm clock woke up, the man got out of bed in a daze with his chicken nest head on, walked to the bathroom in the dark and started to wash.
When he was brushing his teeth, he felt a few drops of water dripping from his neck, but he didn't pay much attention to it. He just cursed the residents upstairs and the property owner in his heart: Damn the broken house is leaking again.
He spit out the foam in his mouth, rinsed his mouth, turned on the tap and began to wash his face, and felt something was wrong while washing.
The amount of dripping water is increasing, it is still cold and sticky, and it is bitingly cold in the early autumn season.
The man shuddered inexplicably. The faucet was still on. He wiped the back of his neck with his hand, and at the same time pressed the switch on the wall. When he saw the liquid in his palm, he screamed in shock and fell down sat on the ground.
is blood! Blood!
He watched helplessly as blood began to ooze from the ceiling of his house, drop by drop, drop by drop, into the sink.
The blood splattered with the waves and slid into the sewer.
The man was trembling all over his body and his lips were trembling. He thought it was a nightmare from watching too many ghost movies, and pinched himself until the familiar pain hit him.
"That's how it happened..." The man swallowed, desperately trying to forget that scene, but he could only get deeper and deeper, so that deep fear appeared on his face.
Song Yuhang motioned for someone to hand him a cigarette to calm his emotions.
"Do you remember what time you got up?"
The man didn't smoke when he took it, he just took a few deep breaths against his nose: "Remember... remember, my alarm clock is set to 6:30, I got up when the alarm clock rang, and it took me a minute or two to walk to the bathroom." .”
"Do you recognize the residents upstairs?"
The man nodded: "Yes, I'm a student, I've met him several times in the elevator and said hello, why suddenly..."
Song Yuhang glanced at his properties and those in several communities: "Live alone? Where are your parents? Or a rented house?"
A property manager stood up and said: "It's not a renter, it's a resident who has lived here for many years. The little girl's name is Fan Lin, and the head of the household wrote her father's name. Her parents divorced a few years ago. I haven't seen him come back, only her mother visits her every now and then."
Song Yuhang told the criminal police to send the information back to the bureau to ask Zheng Chengrui to find the girl's biological parents and inform the family.
The onlookers watched them rush in and out, and after hearing what the property said, they whispered for a while.
"Oh, it's so pitiful. Parents are divorced and married. They don't want any good children."
"That's right. I've lived here for decades. It can be said that I watched this little girl grow up. How can I say that she will be gone if she doesn't have one?"
Some people regret it, while others make sarcastic remarks.
"A while ago, when the admission letter for the college entrance examination came out, didn't you still hear her and her mother arguing upstairs? She wanted to repeat her study and her mother refused to let her, maybe she just couldn't think about it for a while..."
"How do you know so clearly?"
"Me? My son is in the same class as her, but my son did well in the exam this year. He is in the provincial university."
"Oh, that's really good, congratulations."
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A few small policemen stayed outside and continued to take notes from the neighbors upstairs and downstairs. Song Yuhangfu put on his gloves and walked in again.
Halfway through the autopsy, Duan Cheng turned on the search light for her, and Song Yuhang reached out to pick it up: "I'm here, do you find anything?"
Lin Yan just put the scale on the dead man's wrist: "On the left wrist, a bone incision about 5cm deep can be seen with the naked eye, and it was repeatedly dragged and pulled several times."
The girl's wrist had long been soaked to pieces, blood vessels and nerves protruding. Such a small and sharp thing as a blade can only be scratched by repeated friction, and the girl's wrist did have superficial scratches parallel to the main incision.
Forensic medicine is called: try to cut wound.
The two looked at each other, and Song Yuhang pursed his lips.
Lin Yan understood what she was thinking: "Don't worry, I won't draw any conclusions because of the lessons learned by He Miao."
Song Yuhang patted her on the shoulder and handed the survey light to someone else: "I'll go outside and have a look."
Trace inspection is also working intensively.
Fang Xin brushed toner on the doorknob until the fingerprints appeared, and she quickly rubbed them.
Song Yuhang roughly scanned around, the doors and windows were intact, there were no signs of invasion or fighting, only the footprints of the girl and those who first reported the crime were in the room.
There was not much food in the refrigerator, most of which were instant food products such as dumplings, glutinous rice balls, instant noodles, etc., which fit the status of the deceased student living alone.
There was a framed photo on the bookshelf in the living room, Song Yuhang reached out and took it down, the photo was wiped clean.
Standing in the middle is the deceased, who was still the same as when he was seven or eight years old. The family of three enjoyed themselves happily.
Song Yuhang put it back again, went to the trash can, found a few fragments of test papers, she picked them up and put them in the evidence bag.
There are also several supermarket bills for takeaway receipts, which may be clues that will provide significant help for the detection of the case in the later stage.
After checking the trash can, her eyes fell on the empty glass on the coffee table, a trace of liquid remained at the bottom of the glass.
She picked it up and turned it through the light, and there were fingerprints on the wall of the cup: "Fang Xin, here is another fingerprint, come here and extract it."
"Okay, Team Song." Fang Xin came in response.
Song Yuhang went to the other side and lay down on the ground to check the bottom of the sofa, and then lifted the carpet to have a look.
very clean.
People who live alone are at least a little casual, and she is a female student, so she probably has no time to do housework, and even the hair on the carpet is neatly twisted.
It's not cleanliness, it's not obsessive-compulsive disorder.
"Captain Song, here are some discoveries." The criminal investigator who inspected the girl's bedroom shouted.
Song Yuhang got up and walked over, and the other party handed her the mobile phone he got from the table: "The unsent text message found in the deceased's mobile phone."
—Farewell, mother, I was unfilial, I failed to be the daughter you expected in this life, and I will repay the kindness of nurturing in the next life.
The phone lock has been unlocked by technicians, Song Yuhang hastily flipped through a few pages, all of which are spam text messages from some business halls.
She quits and flips through the girl's photo album, which has her selfies, some landscape shots, and a few pictures of whales in the ocean.
She felt familiar, but she just couldn't remember where she saw it.
At this time, someone shouted outside the door: "Captain Song, the deceased's mother has been contacted."