"Last night... Really?"
"That can still be false."
"It's too miserable. I lost all the spicy noodles for a year."
…
In the cafeteria, groups of three and four were chatting.
Lin Yan took a bowl of porridge and walked outside the door to sit down and drink it. You said that she is a social butterfly with long sleeves and good at dancing. It is true, and you said that she lives in isolation and does not like to join in the fun. It is also true.
Song Yuhang watched her leaving back, took a flower roll from the plate and followed her out.
"Give."
Faced with her kindness, Lin Yan took a sip of the porridge but didn't reach out to take it: "I'm full."
Song Yuhang had no choice but to take it back resentfully, before she could say anything else, the phone in his pocket vibrated, regardless of whether she wanted it or not, he stuffed the flower roll into her hand, and ran to the side to answer the phone.
Lin Yan looked at her stretched body and knew who she was talking on the phone with, either Director Feng or Ting Zhao.
The steamed bun stuffed into his hand was still hot, exuding a scent of wheat, Lin Yan picked it up and took a bite, pricking up his ears to listen to her.
Song Yuhang took the phone a little further away, and heard him roar: "Ju Feng..."
The other party yelled directly: "Fuck off, bring Lin Yan back to me quickly! The grassroots police stations have complained to the Commission for Discipline Inspection, you know?!"
As if he could feel his saliva sprayed on his face through the screen, Song Yuhang took it away with a little disgust: "I will not accept the fate of the king..."
There was silence for three seconds, and Song Yuhang picked up just when he was about to yell: "Listen to me..."
She glanced at Lin Yan, and turned her back: "Forensic doctor Lin may have been aggressive in solving the case, but she really didn't do anything harmful. If she did, why should I go out to chase the man in black and kill her directly?" If you handcuff them on the spot, it's over."
Feng Jianguo sneered, picked up his teacup and took a sip to calm himself down: "I don't know you, you are like a bird of a feather! You acted without the approval of the organization. Who gave you the right to lynch witnesses?! Do you know that this is the case? Illegal?!"
Song Yuhang stood up straighter: "Report, forensic doctor Lin didn't act without authorization, I asked her to come. As for lynching, it's not a question, at most, the way of asking is too aggressive..."
She said it with confidence.
Feng Jianguo put the teacup heavily on the table with a snap, and the tea overflowed, trembling with anger: "Song Yuhang, listen, listen, are you speaking human language?"
Song Yuhang closed her eyes, as if she had made a major decision, but she never told the real purpose of Lin Yan's coming to Wuli Town.
"In short, since I am the person in charge of criminal investigation and the leader of the special case team, all of Lin Yan's actions are ordered by me. When the "Moby Dick case" is over, I am willing to accept all organizational punishments."
Song Yuhang hung up the phone, Lin Yan looked away, a shadow fell on the muddy ground in front of him, Song Yuhang squatted down and looked at her.
"Is it tasty?"
Lin Yan didn't take a few bites of the flower roll in his hand, and didn't raise his eyes to look at her: "It doesn't have to be like this."
"You're here again. Didn't I tell you all about it last night?"
Lin Yan was startled, and closed his eyes.
Song Yuhang wanted to reach out and touch her head, but there were too many people in the cafeteria, so he had to give up.
"You still don't believe me."
Even a rock should be warmed up, but the other party is Lin Yan, who is more on guard than anything else, and distrust is her instinct.
Song Yuhang was a little sad, but she still didn't say anything.
"Eat quickly, after eating, I will take you to see Li Bin's body."
Lin Yan raised his eyes to look at her when he heard this, stuffed the flower roll into his mouth repeatedly, coughed repeatedly, choked tears from the corners of his eyes, wiped the corners of his lips and stood up, stuttering.
"I, I'm done eating."
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The funeral home in the town has no air-conditioning and is actually a morgue.
As soon as he stepped in, Duan Cheng backed out holding his nose, took a deep breath, put on another mask, and then mustered up the courage to step in.
Lin Yan had already put on gloves for the autopsy, and it was inconvenient to wrap her left hand with gauze. Song Yuhang carried the inspection lamp for her.
"When I broke in, he was about to escape through the window, and I happened to meet him..."
As Song Yuhang said, Lin Yan raised Li Bin's forearm and pressed it lightly, then opened his eyelids: "There are pinpoint-sized bleeding spots on the conjunctiva, and the skin on the face is bruised."
After checking the eyeballs, Lin Yan gently opened his mouth with his hand, and leaned down slightly to observe: "Bleeding can be seen in the masseter muscle of the mouth."
Duan Cheng jotted it down in his notebook.
When the search light shone over, Lin Yan found a tiny fiber of clothing on his crumbling front teeth.
"Cotton swabs."
Song Yuhang handed her the things.
Lin Yan wiped off the thread with a cotton swab and put it in the evidence bag: "This is something from the murderer."
The reason why she can be so sure is that although the fight last night was short, she not only has a photographic memory but also has amazing eyesight. The murderer wore gloves and was well prepared, otherwise how could he not find a single fingerprint of him at the scene.
After doing all this, she tore open Li Bin's clothes again, pressed her hand on his chest, and Song Yuhang's survey light also shone down.
"The systemic veins and capillaries were dilated, and the cause of death was preliminarily confirmed as hypoxic asphyxia."
That is what the folks often say, being smothered to death alive.
Lin Yan looked at him with a slightly painful gaze, and clenched his fists on the mortuary bed.
Song Yuhang reached out and patted her on the shoulder: "Do you want an autopsy?"
Lin Yan let out a deep breath: "No, the cause of death is clear, no more autopsy, let the old man go to the ground for peace."
After the group left the morgue, Song Yuhang asked the director of the police station: "Does Li Bin have any other relatives at home?"
"No, he is a five-guarantee household. He divorced his wife more than 30 years ago. His son and daughter were taken away by the wife. After retirement, he depends on the government for eating, drinking and drinking."
Song Yuhang nodded, and handed him a cigarette: "Well, let's go to Li Bin's former residence and Xiaohe Village in the afternoon, please..."
The director was overwhelmed by the flattery, and immediately clicked on it: "Okay, okay, Team Song is too polite, I'll arrange it right away."
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Li Bin's home is not far from the police station. It is only 180 meters away. There are farmlands in the front and back. Cars pulling cinders pass by on the road from time to time, and the dust is flying.
The courtyard door was tightly closed. Song Yuhang reached out and took off the padlock, and pushed the door open. The courtyard was already dilapidated, with dead leaves all over the ground, and there were several vegetable fields separated by the fence. A pear blossom has also withered, leaving only bare branches still standing.
This is a typical two-story building in the southern countryside. Song Yuhang looked at the courtyard. Lin Yan went straight into the main room with the investigation box in hand. In the center of the lobby, Second Lord Guan was enshrined. There were few incense sticks, and a thick layer of dust fell on the chopping board.
This is an investigation that has nothing to do with the "Moby Dick case", so Song Yuhang deliberately dismissed other people.
"Judging from the dilapidation of this yard, it has been unoccupied for more than ten years." She touched the furniture casually, and her hands were black.
After Lin Yan checked the main room, he even looked through the incense burner: "Don't you think it's strange? Li Bin was only in his fifties more than ten years ago, and he went to a nursing home so early. He hasn't reached the level of dementia."
Song Yuhang was startled, and followed her into the back room: "You mean, someone forced him to pretend to be crazy?"
Lin Yan thought of the sudden light in his eyes when he held her hand before she died and heard her say that she was a forensic doctor, and felt sad for a moment.
"I don't know. I have been investigating secretly for so many years. Every time I feel that there is progress or is about to make progress, I always feel an invisible resistance that pushes me back to my original shape. I don't know whether it is fate or bad luck. Mistake."
"You are a forensic doctor, and you have received Western education. You should be a firm materialist. Do you also believe in fate?"
As Song Yuhang said, he picked up a photo frame on the bedside table in the bedroom, and gently blew away the dust on it. The family of four in the photo smiled happily.
At that time, the photography technology was only black and white photos. She carefully looked at the two men and two women in the picture. The man should be Li Bin, the woman should be his wife, and the younger ones should be his children.
Song Yuhang was about to put down the photo frame, but suddenly felt that the little boy in the photo looked familiar, and called Lin Yan's name.
"Who do you look like?"
Lin Yan heard the sound and came over, picked up the photo and looked at it for a while, then frowned: "I can't remember, you remember wrong."
The little boy in the photo is only five or six years old, thin and small, with piercing eyes, and looks very delicate and clever. Not all good-looking little boys in Lin Yan's impression look like this.
Song Yuhang touched his nose, his throat felt a little itchy from the dust, so he let it go.
"All right."
After inspecting the two bedrooms, only the kitchen and the bathroom are left. The dry toilet in the countryside is connected with the pigsty, and the stench is horrendous.
Lin Yan was a little discouraged: "It stands to reason that he is an old forensic doctor who has worked for decades, so he shouldn't have nothing at home, not to mention work records, it's too strange that he doesn't even have a diary."
Song Yuhang pondered for a while: "Let's look for it again. If it's true what you said, Li Bin is pretending to be crazy and stupid, even if there is, he might have hidden it long ago."
"It's such a big place, where can I hide?" Lin Yan turned around, and if he couldn't find them, he had to go to the pigsty.
Song Yuhang even searched for the firewood pile behind the house. As soon as he removed the dead branches, a cauliflower snake with the thickness of a thumb jumped out like lightning. The stack also fell to the ground.
Lin Yan heard the noise and ran over, only to see the biting animal dragging its long colorful tail into the field ridge.
Cold sweat came off her forehead in an instant, and she rushed over with one stride. Song Yuhang took two steps back, and was helped steady by someone.
"Why are you so careless?!"
"I..." Maybe it was the pain, Song Yuhang's face was a little pale, and she was startled by her action before she could finish her sentence.
Lin Yan squeezed the blood on the side of her finger hard, and seeing that there was not much oozing out, he opened his mouth to suck it in and sucked it gently.
The itch instantly climbed up the spine from the place where the tip of her tongue brushed.
There is a hint of unspeakable pleasure in the dull pain.
Song Yuhang's throat twitched slightly, and he forgot to move for a moment. He watched in a daze as she sucked out the blood and spit it out on the ground. He repeated several times until the wound returned to its normal color.
Lin Yan heaved a sigh of relief, and raised her head, the corners of her lips were still stained with blood, and her white skin made her face even more stunning.
Song Yuhang only felt that a trace of itchiness also rushed into her heart, making her worry about it, like ants crawling in her limbs and bones, ready to move.
"It's okay, we're going down the mountain now to get an antiviral serum..." Lin Yan comforted her, but before he could finish speaking, he was startled when he met her dim eyes.
She is so familiar, she also had the same expression last night when they met each other. Song Yuhang has not yet figured out what kind of feelings he has for her, but he already has desires.
Lin Yan was anxious, angry and annoyed, and couldn't help yelling: "Song Yuhang, what have you been thinking all day?! Do you know that human life is at stake, why don't you hurry up..."
Seeing her get angry, Song Yuhang smiled lowly, joy was written in the corners of his brows and eyes.
Lin Yan was nervous about her.
"What are you laughing at?!!!" Miss Lin almost flew into a rage.
Song Yuhang pulled him into his arms, and a slightly smiling voice rang in his ears: "I laugh at you, you obviously care about me and you have to pretend to be fierce, isn't it in your life dictionary?" Frankly, "These two words?"
Seeing her standing for so long, talking so much, and still having the strength to hug her, Lin Yan also realized that the snake was not poisonous at all!
She figured it out, and immediately gritted her teeth: "You knew that the snake was not poisonous and you let me... let me..."
She was so angry that she couldn't speak, her physical instincts made her rush forward to save Song Yuhang without even thinking about it, and she didn't feel her face was burning until she recovered.
Song Yuhang held her face up and looked at her: "You still say you don't care about me? Let me go, let me die?"
She still remembered what happened yesterday, and Song Yuhang was unprecedented in remembering revenge.
Sensing the tendency of the fingertips to move up to her lips again, Lin Yan put on a half-smile, stomped down hard, stepped on her shoe, and even drilled into it.
Song Yuhang jumped away with one foot: "Hiss... hiss... you..."
Lin Yan snorted coldly, turned around and left: "You will never change your mind, take away all the yellow waste in your head!"
Song Yuhang limped to keep up: "No... listen to me... I thought of where I would hide..."
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Song Yuhang was wearing gloves to dig out ashes from the earthen stove, and Lin Yan took a dustpan to pick up the ashes, the dust filled the sky, and she could hardly keep her eyes open.
"Ahem... are you alright?"
"Okay, okay." Song Yuhang said, leaning on the side of the stove with one hand, stretched his arms to reach the innermost part, his eyes lit up, and pulled out half a book that was almost burnt.
"I saw that there was firewood behind this room, and I was thinking that since it was a very important thing, if Li Bin didn't want to be found, would it have been destroyed, so I came to the kitchen to try my luck, but I didn't expect it to be really..."
As she spoke, she brushed the dust off the notebook and wiped it with her sleeve.
The cover of the notebook is a hard shell, but the paper inside has been almost burnt.
Lin Yan flipped through the pages, most of which were incomplete, and handed them back to her slightly disappointed.
"It's useless to find it after so much effort."
Song Yuhang took it over and continued to read: "The emperor pays off those who have a heart."
Lin Yan's case did not find any valuable clues, but she was sensitive to the three names of Yu Xinye.
She pointed to the yellowed and burnt page to show her: "Look, what does it mean that the deceased Yu Xinye and Yu Xinye's family members' blood type tests did not match, and it was suspected that the deceased was not himself?"
Lin Yan was shocked, and brought it to her again. At that time, DNA testing was not yet popular, and blood type testing was already a relatively accurate way to identify the remains of the deceased, especially in such a large-scale disaster.
"There are two possibilities. One, Yu Xinye didn't die, so he changed his post. Second, there is a problem with the simple blood type test."
As soon as she finished speaking, a gust of drafts blew in faintly, which made people feel cool even in the warm autumn afternoon.
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When they set off for Xiaohe Village, Wuli Town, Qing'an County, and Jiangcheng City all launched checkpoints on expressways and investigations of major hospitals.
"Stop, stop, routine inspection, show your ID card and driver's license."
The driver cursed and got out of the car: "I'm rushing home, why don't you check it usually, but check it today?"
"Stop talking nonsense, just show it if you tell me."
Only then did the man reluctantly take out his ID card. During the traffic police inspection, several other traffic policemen also walked around his car and let him go after seeing that there were no prohibited items.
"Damn, wasting my time."
Although he was full of swear words, the traffic policeman still took a step back, saluted and apologized, and watched him go away.
Qing'an County.
"Police, has your hospital received any patients with gunshot wounds recently?"
When the nurse at the front desk saw a few criminal policemen with live ammunition coming in, she immediately stood up and flipped through the admission records: "No...no...all the patients admitted in the past week are here..."
The diagnosis and treatment records were written in detail, from the patient's name to the time of admission to the hospital. A criminal policeman was left at the front desk to flip through the records. The leader made a gesture, and the rest walked towards the ward and scattered.
At the end of the corridor, from a distance, the two men saw the police.
One of them took a step back and sat down on the steps, clutching his shoulders, panting heavily, his face pale.
His companion helped him up: "Let's go, let's go to the next hospital."
Beads of sweat oozed from the man's forehead. Excessive blood loss and running all night had exhausted him. He licked his chapped lips.
"No, the police have already begun to suspect, it doesn't matter where you go."
"Then your injury..."
"Let's go, I'll figure it out on my own..."