"Recently, the police in Binhai Province cracked a major case of interfering with the suicide behavior of young people with psychological hints. The persons involved in the case were Li Moumou, male, 44 years old, and Yu Moumou, female, 20 years old, terminal uremia patients, ten During the years, he lured minors who had suicidal thoughts by posting online, seriously endangered the physical and mental health of teenagers through a series of methods such as psychological suggestion and language control, and controlled the victims offline to take psychotropic drugs at their mercy, in order to find A suitable kidney source, his behavior has seriously violated Article 232 of the "Criminal Law" of the People's Republic of China... "
Song Yuhang reached out and turned off the car radio, opened the door and got out of the car, and the media swarmed up.
A few criminal police guarded her as she walked in.
Spotlights flicker.
meeting room.
On the dark blue background wall, the eight words "Police for the public, law enforcement for the people" surround the national emblem.
The next word is Binhai Public Security, Jiangcheng Public Security Bureau.
The leaders took their seats one by one, and Song Yuhang sat next to the deputy director. The nameplate in front of him reads "Captain of Jiangcheng Criminal Investigation Detachment".
One of her hands was still in a bandage, her makeup was neat today, her uniform was meticulously worn, her hair was well hidden in a wide-brimmed hat, and the four-pointed star flowers on her shoulder straps were shining brightly in the sun.
Whether it's a female leader, or a female leader with an extremely outstanding appearance and temperament, it is inevitable that more cameras will be aimed at her.
Song Yuhang didn't change his face, except that occasionally when answering media questions, his eyes would inadvertently glance at the table below.
That was the technical detective's seat, and there was an empty one on the right side, and there was only a nameplate on the table: Lin Yan, Chief Prosecutor of the Criminal Technical Investigation Division of Jiangcheng Public Security Bureau.
She still couldn't come.
Song Yuhang's eyes flashed slightly, and he sat down.
The spokesperson continued: "In response to juvenile suicide, we hereby appeal to families, schools, and the general public to work together to take care of the physical and mental health of young people, especially parents, to spend more time with their children, listen to their words, and understand his or her situation at school. In daily life, we should not only care about his academic performance, but also pay attention to the physical and mental health of the child, so as not to leave opportunities for criminals. At present, suicide intervention hotlines in various provinces and cities across the country have been opened one after another... "
The press conference on the "Moby Dick Case" was a complete success, with thunderous applause.
When the show ended, Song Yuhang was about to leave when Bureau Feng called him to the office.
He pointed to the brocade box on the table: "Lin Yan."
Song Yuhang was startled: "This is..."
Feng Jianguo sat down and took a sip of tea: "The meritorious medal has solved such a big case anyway, after all, she thought it was wrong to start it first, otherwise we wouldn't continue to investigate, and suffered such a serious injury, what should we do?" There will still be some commendations, you can give them to her."
Song Yuhang stroked the brocade box, not knowing what he was thinking, he raised his right hand to his temple for a while, saluted, turned and left.
"Team Song, Team Song..." The criminal policemen who passed by greeted her one after another, and Song Yuhang nodded and skipped them one by one.
She pushed open the door of the technical investigation office. During lunch time, there was no one there.
Song Yuhang walked to the familiar table, put down the brocade box, and sat down.
It was here that their first confrontation broke out.
Song Yuhang picked up the photo frame on the table, and brushed off the dust on it. Lin Yan always seemed to dislike smiling when taking pictures, and raised his chin slightly, showing a slightly rebellious expression.
She looked at it, and seemed to be able to hear her say in her ear: "Captain Song, isn't it okay to look at me affectionately in the office?"
"Song Yuhang, are you a human? No, are you a woman?"
"Brother, I don't agree with you being together!!!"
"Forensic Lin, do you hate me that much?"
"Aren't you not interested in solving the case?"
"But I'm interested in Team Song, I'll go wherever you go~"
"Do you care about me?"
"Isn't it right for a boss to care about his subordinates?"
"He can't afford a diamond ring, I'll give it to you~"
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Scenes of the past flashed through my mind.
Song Yuhang's eyes were slightly wet, but there was a smile on her lips. She put the photo frame back, and inadvertently caught a glimpse of the key still inserted in Lin Yan's drawer.
With a thought, she turned the key, and with a soft "click", the drawer popped out.
An assortment of forensic books, as well as my own notes, a few bags of coffee for refreshing, a bottle of chewing gum.
Song Yuhang took out his notebook and flipped through a few pages, he couldn't help sighing: It's amazing.
She wrote down all the cases she had handled, and categorized the causes of death according to the time period.
When she was in Wuli Town, she stood on the roof and wept bitterly and said that it is not her who should stand here but someone else who wants to be a forensic doctor.
But at this moment, Song Yuhang flipped through these manuscripts, and felt her love for forensic science from the bottom of her heart in these delicate and neat handwriting.
Maybe she didn't realize that she chose to become a forensic doctor, maybe her original intention was to avenge Chu Nan, but after so many years, she has unconsciously practiced the words that are regarded as the motto of all forensic scientists.
—For the rights of the living, speak for the dead.
Lin Yan is undoubtedly the best among them.
Song Yuhang closed the notebook, wiped away the speck of water in her eyes, and her eyes fell on the chewing gum bottle again.
The first time I saw her eating candy was the night after Ding Xue was dissected.
She was wearing a tank top and hot pants, her hair was wet on her shoulders, and she stretched out her arms: "Chewing gum, two pieces?"
Later, I occasionally saw her carrying this bottle with her when she went out to work until Wuli Town.
Lin Yan handed it to her, thinking that she would not pick it up, but she reached out and took it. The panic that flashed in Lin Yan's eyes did not escape her eyes at that moment.
Song Yuhang recalled that look, and her heart skipped a beat. She unscrewed the lid of the chewing gum, and there were only two pieces left in it.
There was no difference between the two mint candies. Song Yuhang picked up one of them, stuffed it into his mouth, frowned, and pulled a tissue from the table to spit it out.
so bitter.
It's not sugar at all, it's medicine.
How did she manage to eat it without changing her face every time.
Song Yuhang held the gum bottle and ran to the laboratory.
Fang Xin started the machine, put on his gloves, and put the two pills into the petri dishes respectively: "Captain Song, I will rush to make it for you in the afternoon, but it will be evening at the earliest."
Song Yuhang nodded, the bitter taste lingering in his mouth: "Okay, sorry to trouble you, I have to work overtime again."
"It's okay, it's just a matter of raising your hands."
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She almost didn't have the mood to work all afternoon, but fortunately, there were no major cases recently.
Song Yuhang rejoiced and waited anxiously until the evening, when Fang Xin sent her a message asking her to go to the laboratory.
She stood up and ran, nearly tripping over the chair.
Fang Xin took the two-page paper report and returned the test materials that had been crushed into powder: "Two medicines with different ingredients, one is..."
She paused, and then said: "The specific medicine for treating Guillain-Barré syndrome has not yet been released in China, so I specifically asked my former university tutor to confirm it."
Fang Xin handed her a thin piece of paper, and Song Yuhang began to tremble when he saw the adverse reactions listed on it.
Insomnia, hair loss, vomiting, loss of appetite...
She closed her eyes, and her Adam's apple rolled up and down, trying to calm herself down.
"Is there another one?"
Fang Xin looked at her face, hesitant to say something: "This medicine is also not available in China, I asked my classmate of pharmacy, it contains a lot of γ-hydroxybutyric acid, it is often used to treat the symptoms caused by bipolar disorder. A series of complications, including insomnia, depression, alcohol dependence, sexual arousal, etc."
Song Yuhang turned his back, his shoulders trembling slightly.
Fang Xin pulled a tissue from the table and gave it to her: "Captain Song..."
Song Yuhang took it over and waved his hands twice: "It's okay, it's okay, thank you, I still hope that you will..."
"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone."
Song Yuhang shook his head, and tightly held the two pieces of paper in his hands: "No, don't tell Lin Yan either, I know about it."
Fang Xin was taken aback, and then understood her good intentions. Sister Lin is such a stubborn person, she may not be able to accept the fact that she has bipolar disorder, otherwise she would not be able to use a chewing gum bottle as a cover-up.
Song Yuhang not only treated her very well, but also protected her self-esteem strictly.
Fang Xin suddenly felt a little emotional: "Okay, I see."
Song Yuhang forced a smile, and walked out with the inspection report: "Thank you, I invite you to have dinner with Duan Cheng and Lao Zheng some other day."
She walked to the empty office, turned on the shredder, and put the two pieces of paper in together. Listening to the buzzing sound of the machine, she closed her eyes slightly, her shoulders shaking violently.
At this time, I dared to let my emotions sink for a moment.
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She didn't drive, and she didn't call a valet driver, but got on a bus going home.
When he occasionally failed exams or was depressed when he was a student, Song Yuhang always sat alone on the swaying bus, looking at the city with neon lights outside the window, as if he could take her to a distant place.
But this time, she was sitting in the last row, but instead of looking out the window, she was staring at her phone.
"What is the cause of bipolar disorder?"
"Can Bipolar Disorder Be Cured?"
"Must people with bipolar disorder be on medication for life?"
…
She swipe the screen with her fingertips, searching various search pages, as well as sharing and talking of some bipolar patients.
Song Yuhang put his fingers between his eyebrows and squeezed them hard. The driver reminded him that the terminal was here.
She was taken aback, did she reach the terminal so soon
Song Yuhang got out of the car with his bag in his hand, stared at the familiar surroundings, and recalled overwhelming memories.
It never occurred to her that the terminal of the bus she went home would be her home, Qingshan Villa.
Walking up the long mountain road, the villas are hidden in the green mountains and green waters, and she and she even had a fight here.
That rainy night is the beginning of all stories.
Song Yuhang saw her skills, her courage, her charm, and her sex appeal.
It was also the first time I saw the softness under her hard shell.
When she was lying in the stagnant water and weeping quietly, when she sat up trembling and gathered the clothes she had torn apart.
Song Yuhang's heart felt like being scratched by a cat's paw.
She thought, maybe it was from that time that she began to have a crush on her.
She would unconsciously pay attention to her, care about her, and take care of her. At that time, she always thought it was her guilt after beating someone, but she didn't expect...
Song Yuhang shook his head, once again feeling extremely regretful for his slowness.
The nursery in front of the villa, which was crushed by their fights, was replaced with new plants and thriving sunflowers were planted.
Song Yuhang walked over, grabbed a sunflower seed from the plump sunflower fruit plate, peeled the shell and stuffed it into his mouth. It was so sweet, and the bitterness brought by the medicinal taste was finally diluted.
She peeled some more, wrapped them in toilet paper, and thought about bringing them to Lin Yan later, even though she couldn't eat them.
What she didn't know was that the morning after they finished fighting, Lin Yan got up, and the housekeeper came to her and asked her, "Miss, what are you growing in the garden?"
Lin Yan looked at the sky outside, the rising sun jumped out of the horizon, casting dappled light on the floor.
There is always sunshine after the storm.
She said casually, "Sunflower."
When she said this, she thought of the police officer's face for a moment, her not-so-bright but gentle smile, and the faint smell of sunshine on her clothes.
Lin Yan was startled and wanted to change her words, but the housekeeper had already run away. She smiled and continued to button her shirt.
Forget it, sunflowers are sunflowers, and they are pretty good.
Song Yuhang knew that there was no one at her house at night, and she should go back, but she still walked to the door of the villa in a strange way, and rang the doorbell in a strange way.
After the long beep passed, a mechanical voice came from the door: "Hello, the master is not at home, please leave a message after the beep."
It was also played several times in both Chinese and English. How much does Lin Yan hate it when people bother her
Song Yuhang laughed, turned around and wanted to leave, but saw the fingerprint pressing place under the door control.
Not knowing which tendon was wrong, she put her index finger on it.
"Didi—" There was a soft sound, and the door opened in response.
Song Yuhang paled.
She clearly remembered that after staying at Lin Yan's house that night, she got up early in the morning and got ready to go to work.
She studied the door with some curiosity, and put her index finger on it.
Lin Yan turned pale with shock: "Don't click randomly, it will be remembered automatically!"
As he spoke, he brushed her hand away, but traces of her fingerprints had already been left on the electronic display.
Delete or save
Lin Yan was furious: "Who told you to touch the door of my house? Who told you to touch the door of my house? Why do you still want to leave your fingerprints and break into private houses?!"
Song Yuhang looked innocent: "Sorry... it's too high-tech, so..."
Did she think she deleted that fingerprint, but she didn't expect it to remain
It turned out that Lin Yan had already given her the greatest trust in her power so long ago.
Obviously at that time, they were nothing.
Song Yuhang's eyes became hot, and he walked in with his head buried.
She didn't know what she wanted to do after following her trace today
She's been photographed sitting by the pool and sent her pictures.
She originally wanted to set that photo as a screensaver, but she gave up after all, because the possessive desire in her heart was at work.
She was so enchanting, sexy and glamorous, she didn't want others to see her, so she turned into the chat background of two people.
Song Yuhang walked in, pushed open the glass door and stepped into the hall.
To the left was the cloakroom where she had stood looking for her uniform.
On the right is the open kitchen, where she once made her a bowl of tomato stewed noodles.
She eats very well.
Song Yuhang was a little ashamed, she thought, she will learn how to cook from her mother these days, and let her eat better in the future.
Song Yuhang walked up the stairs, remembering that she picked her up from the sofa, Lin Yan put his arms around her neck and whispered sour words in her ear to stimulate her.
"You trash, I can't even carry a hundred catties. Last time a man ran around upstairs and downstairs with his naked body in his arms..."
Song Yuhang laughed, shook his head, and pushed away from her bedroom. I don't know if she still said this sentence or not
But if she really said it...
Song Yuhang's eyes were dim, and according to his own temper, he probably carried her up and down the stairs a dozen times.
There is no way, I am used to being competitive.
The bedroom is very simple. She noticed it the last time she came here. There are no extra slippers in the room, and nothing is repetitive and has emotional meaning.
The media said that she was indiscreet, flirtatious, flirtatious...
But for a truly promiscuous person, condoms, not medical books and magazines, should be kept most in the bedside table.
Song Yuhang had mixed feelings in his heart, closed the door and backed out.
Next to her study room, Song Yuhang pressed the switch on the wall, and the room was brightly lit, suddenly enlightening.
The area of the study is larger than her bedroom. There are simple fitness equipment such as treadmills beside the floor-to-ceiling windows. It is completely imaginable that she comes to relax for a while when she is tired from work.
Song Yuhang's lips curved softly, and he picked up the pen she had dropped on the ground and put it on the desk.
A thick stack of post-it notes on the table attracted her attention, and there was a transparent glass jar beside it. Song Yuhang picked it up and shook it.
It's Qian Zhihe, does she still have hobbies that only little girls have
Song Yuhang laughed, and unscrewed the cap of the glass bottle, but accidentally dropped one out. She picked it up and wanted to put it in, but was startled suddenly, and vaguely saw words on it through the light.
Her heart tightened, and she quickly put it on the table and opened it. There was an unfamiliar name written on the crumpled paper.
It was Lin Yan's handwriting. She didn't understand what it meant, so she poured some more out of the glass bottle and opened them one by one.
Now she understood.
"Ding Xue."
"Li Shiping."
"He Miao."
"Wu Wei."
"Wei Lin."
…
Holding these crumpled note papers of different colors, she began to tremble, her lips trembled, and tears fell.
These... These are all the cases she has handled and the remains that have been dissected.
She seemed unreasonable, cold and mean, but she missed them in the most primitive and simple way, and remembered their names.
Lin Yan still had a lot of glass jars, big and small, in the window. Song Yuhang couldn't bear it anymore, and ran out.
She had never had such a strong desire to see her, now immediately, never before.
Song Yuhang ran to the foot of the mountain in one breath, hailed a taxi, and went straight to the hospital.
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"Why didn't you tell me when you were sick?"
Lin Yan was leaning on the bed. He was lying down at first. When the nurse saw Lin Youyuan coming in, he felt that this was disrespectful to the chairman, so he rolled the bed in again.
She still had a nasal feeding tube inserted, and an indwelling needle for infusion was attached to the back of her hand, quietly folding the origami crane.
Lin Youyuan watched her move, her body was recovering, and she couldn't even fold a piece of paper well.
"Go back to Jingtai, get medical treatment, and don't go out to work anymore. I will greet your leaders at the Jiangcheng City Bureau."
Command tone.
Lin Yan turned a deaf ear to it, but the origami movement became a little impatient, but no matter how hard she tossed, her fingers were too weak to leave even a crease.
Lin Youyuan looked at her like this, and there was disgust in his eyes: "Look at your dying appearance, and your mother's virtue, I should let you die outside, and if you live, you will lose my Lin family." Face."
Lin Yan's fingers began to tremble, and she burst into cold sweats. She had only been awake for a few days, and it was far from the time when she could speak freely.
Lin Youyuan saw her in this point, and used both soft and hard tactics: "I asked Professor Wang, Green Barley is not hereditary, and when you get better, I will arrange for the general manager of Xingye to meet with you, and if it works, get married quickly. Don't bother about anything after marriage, honestly, you will be your CEO, husband and son."
As soon as Lin Youyuan finished speaking, the paper in Lin Yan's hand was torn in two with a "stab". She looked over suddenly, her throat was blocked and she couldn't speak, but she just stared at him with red eyes. Eyes are bloodshot.
Those eyes were fierce, cold, and seemed to tear him apart.
Lin Youyuan smiled: "An arm can't twist a thigh. Didn't you know that fourteen years ago? If you insist on resisting, I don't mind what you went through fourteen years ago. Let you go through it again."
Lin Yan gritted her teeth, and tasted a bloody smell on the tip of her tongue. She panted heavily, and her breathing was as heavy as pulling a bellows.
She popped out a few words between her teeth: "You, don't, move, her."
Lin Youyuan had that confident smile on his face again. Others saw him as a kind and enthusiastic boss, but to her, he was a devil, a devil who crawled out of hell.
Lin Yan gritted her teeth and watched him turn around while steering the wheelchair: "That depends on what you do."
As soon as he left, the data on the monitor fluctuated violently. Lin Yan fell on his back on the bed, twitching all over, and the paper between his fingers fell lightly to the ground.
"Miss, miss, come quickly!" Seeing that the situation was not good, the nurse rushed out and called the doctor.