My Dear Miss Medical Examiner

Lin Wei gritted the gauze with his teeth and wrapped it around his shoulders, making a knot before putting on his clothes. She raised her head to the mirror, and the wound on her neck was still there. She dipped some plaster with her fingertips and applied it to dissolve it. Then she took a pack of sterile dressings and applied them with medical tape, and looked at the mirror. He frowned, several ugly cakes that looked like pricked holes.

Forget it, it will get better anyway.

Thinking of this, Lin Fan subconsciously touched the mechanical stick on his back, only to find that she had thrown the stick long ago.

She was taken aback, touched the fruit knife from the table, and shook it in her hand.

Everything was set up, Lin Fei put on a mask, lowered the brim of his hat, shook the backpack on his shoulders, and strode open the door.

The car had stopped at the gate of the nursing home. The driver saw her coming up and lowered his voice and said, "Miss, I have checked it out. The funeral home is heavily guarded. The guards change shifts every half an hour. The camera covers the entire factory area in all directions, and there is no surveillance. Dead spot."

Lin Nian lazily leaned on the back of his chair, looked at the tablet in his palm, swiped with his fingertips, and was familiar with the map of the entire factory area.

"Five minutes is enough, can it be done in five minutes without power?"

The driver thought for a while: "Okay, okay, but if the master knows it..."

He looked at her in the rearview mirror, Lin Tien was nestled in the seat, his face was still pale and still had injuries on his body, which was too dangerous.

Lin Fan grinned and sat up slightly, "How long have you been with me?"

"Miss Hui...seven...seven years."

The driver couldn't make up her mind and hesitated.

"Since I'm an old man, I should know that what I hate the most is being in Cao Ying's heart. I am me, and Lin Youyuan is the old man Lin Youyuan. If you want to return to Jingtai, I won't stop you."

Lin Fei finished speaking lightly, closing his eyes and resting.

The driver was taken aback and swallowed. Not to mention that Lin Fan was holding his family’s privacy and life. Judging from the suicide threatening Lin Youyuan this time, it seemed that both sides suffered a loss. In fact, It was Lin Fei that narrowly won.

As long as she doesn't die, she will be Lin Youyuan's only heir. This is a certain fact and a destiny that she will never be able to break away.

When Lin Heyuan a hundred years ago, let alone the whole Jingtai...

There is no benefit to offending her now.

"Don't dare, Miss is my only master."

The scenery outside the window of the car quickly passed by, and the sky was completely dark. The Binhai Provincial Funeral Home was built on a hillside in the suburbs, surrounded by mountains and rivers, and was deserted.

When the car was halfway through, Lin Fan asked him to stop, got out of the car and walked, took a look at his watch, it was 11:30 in the evening.

"Listen to my order to cut off the power later."

The driver hurriedly stood up straight and almost saluted: "Yes, miss, I will meet you halfway up the mountain when you are done."

Lin Fan nodded and sank into the dark jungle with his bag on his back.

She didn't take the road to avoid passing cars and surveillance video. This point is not clear if someone sees it.

After the cat walked hurriedly on the mountain road for a while, Lin Fan was panting heavily on his knees, and the wound was aching.

She gritted her teeth and watched the brightly lit funeral home in front of her, throwing her backpack on her shoulder again, and continued to climb.

Pushing aside the dense bushes, his face was hurt by the branches, Lin Nang lowered his body, crawled forward, and relaxed himself to lie on the ground when the searchlight was shining on, a black windbreaker blended perfectly with the night.

She counted to three, the searchlight moved in another direction, Lin Wei jumped off the ground, and a leopard jumped to the base of the wall, his body tightly pressed against the wall and stretched into a straight line.

She turned on the videophone watch on her wrist, lowered her voice and shouted, "Broken!"

The whole brightly lit building plunged into darkness in an instant, and the computer screen in the monitoring room went black instantly.

The searchlight also ceased operation.

The duty officer ran out: "What's the matter? What's the matter? Sudden power outage?"

"Guard, go and see the guard!"

Amidst the chaos, a cat with a head jumped on the wall. Lin Fan jumped. When she landed, she had a standard posture but was not physically strong. Her body twisted and her ankles twisted. There was a bead of sweat on her forehead, struggling to escape. Got up on the ground.

"Who? Who is there?!" The flashlight flashed past, and a few guards with electric batons ran over, and there was no one under the wall.

"Damn, just now I clearly heard something, so hell?"

The leading man immediately slapped the speaker's head and slapped it: "Don't **** talk, don't look at what this place is, are you dazzled?"

Song Yuhang, who was on the wall of the west courtyard, pulled the hood to his head. It was a coincidence that the electricity had stopped.

Taking advantage of the guards not paying attention, she went straight through a hole in the window, and then closed the window gently.

This should be an office. She turned on the fluorescence on her watch and looked around. After finding that there was no danger, she took out the map of the factory area from her pocket. After locking the target, she tapped her fingertip on the map twice to close it. When he got up, he tiptoedly pushed open the door and rushed into the corridor.

Lin Fan clutched the wound on his shoulder, panting heavily, trying to calm his breath, and leaning under the window edge to listen to the movement outside, the flashlight dazzled and shone into the house through the window.

Lin Wei remained motionless until the sound of footsteps outside gradually faded away, silently.

She fetched a fruit knife from her backpack and held it in her hand to defend herself. She also tiptoedly pushed open the door.

She only had five minutes to walk through the corridor to find the morgue. After five minutes, the camera in the corridor would capture her location in an instant.

Fortunately, I've seen the floor plan before coming here. Lin Wei is familiar with the road. As soon as she rushed to the entrance of the corridor, a group of guards with flashlights walked up.

"You said why this electricity stopped so coincidentally, walk around, go to the master control room to see."

Lin Wei stepped away and hid in the cubicle next to the women's toilet. The pedestrian walked away gradually, and she slipped out against the root of the wall.

On the third floor, next to the cold storage is the morgue. Lin Fan looked up and down while walking up the stairs. The funeral home was empty at night, and every room was dark.

She swallowed, rubbed her bare arms, and when she raised her eyes, she finally saw the floor sign: three.

Lin Nian endured the tingling of his ankle and ran quickly, his flat shoes stepped on the ground silently.

The watch on her wrist vibrated slightly, reminding her that the time was almost up.

Lin Fan put the □□ on the airtight door, clicked on his watch, and quickly fiddled with it. The numbers on the stopwatch were rewinding rapidly.

Fives.

four.

three.

…

Dense beads of sweat leaked from Lin Fan's forehead, and finally there was a slight dripping sound in his ears, and the airtight door opened.

She quickly pulled out and opened the door to enter. At the same time, a dark figure leaped towards her, almost pushing her into the morgue with his back and forth feet.

The camera in the hallway lights up again with a red dot, and the airtight door closes.

A cold light flashed in the darkness, and the fruit knife in Lin Fei's hand was out of its sheath, and it pierced the opponent's throat at a tricky angle.

Song Yuhang ducked his head, grabbed her wrist and pressed down, pulling the person towards him: "Yes..."

Lin Wei was just a side leg, but because of lack of physical strength, Song Yuhang easily caught the flaw. While bending back, she hugged her with the lower arm force and pushed the person against the wall.

Lin Wei smashed her head with an elbow.

"it's me!"

The elbow stopped one centimeter from her temple.

Lin Nian opened his eyes wide and looked at her in disbelief.

Song Yuhang pulled down the masked face mask, her eyes met, and a smile appeared on the corners of her lips: "It's me, Song Yuhang. We met again, Forensic Lin."

I haven’t seen each other for more than two months. It was in this kind of place to meet again. Lin Fan looked at her smile, her eyes gleaming in the dark, and she didn’t know if it was because of her death. On the contrary, it was not. Feel rusty.

Especially now this posture is not only unfamiliar, but also very close and close.

Her hand holding the knife was raised and pressed against the wall and couldn't move. The other hand was stuck by Song Yuhang's arm and couldn't move a bit. The two people had their toes to toes and their belly pressed against their belly. She was talking as if she was talking. Her face is tickled.

Lin Wei gritted his teeth: "Are you not dead?"

Song Yuhang wasn't angry either: "Didn't you let me die?"

"I..." Lin Nian choked in his throat and almost didn't choke to death by himself.

Song Yuhang smiled again, and the strength to grasp her wrist suddenly tightened: "I'm very obedient."

Lin was tired of the pain. The knife had been snatched and put it in his pocket: "As long as you don't point the knife at me, it's dangerous and confiscated."

"I..." Lin was so disgusted that he would push her away when struggling, but was covered by someone's mouth and lifted up to press against the wall.

Song Yuhang stretched one leg into the gap between the two people, her entire back was seamlessly attached to the wall, and Song Yuhang was seamlessly attached to her body.

"Um..." Lin Nian shook his head desperately, trying to break free, Song Yuhang held her head in her ear and whispered: "Don't talk, someone is coming."

A few chaotic flashlight lights flashed under the airtight door.

Lin Fan's hairs stood up all over.

"No, really **** tonight? Finally the call came and heard something coming here, but there was nothing?"

A voice said across an iron gate.

Another person babbled three times in succession: "Pooh, crow's mouth, what's the place in it, if there is any movement, that's it!"

"That's right, it's the black light. It must be your nervousness. Go back to sleep."

Several people were skeptical and looked around the airtight door. The locks were all intact.

The person who spoke at the beginning straightened up and touched his head: "Is it really that I heard it wrong? But I just heard someone talking inside."

The companion in the same group glanced at the dark room, and suddenly shuddered: "You watch too many **** ghost movies, right?"

Several people cursed and planned to go back.

Lin Nian breathed a sigh of relief.

Before she could relax completely, the person who spoke at the beginning came back: "No, I still have to go in and take a look to be relieved."

He said he was ready to press the electronic code lock on the airtight door.

Listening to the sound of dripping close at hand, Lin was tired of white hair and sweat, and she could feel Song Yuhang also hug her tighter.

The sound of her heavy breathing was in her ears, and the heat lightly brushed the earlobes, and a slight itch was untimely. Lin Nang was covering her mouth and unable to speak, and the smell of her palms filled her lips and teeth.

There was some sweat, and the smell of the sun on her body.

Lin Nian squinted her eyes slightly, and Song Yuhang knew that she was going to make trouble again.

Sure enough, the next moment there was a sharp pain in her mouth, and she almost screamed out in front of the guards.

Lin was so ruthless, he cut his mouth mercilessly, just like grinding his teeth.

Little wolf cub.

When Song Yuhang had such a word in his mind, the airtight door was opened.

Several flashlights projected straight in through the lingering mist.

Song Yuhang tensed his body in an instant. She and Lin Wei stood in the backlit shadow behind the door, as long as they took one step forward, one step...

She swallowed hard, and the breathing and heartbeat of the two people almost maintained the same frequency.

It was strange that she was still free to feel the strange sensation brought by Lin Nang's tongue gently sweeping her mouth at such a nervous moment.

This feeling is too new.

So that people who have always been calm and self-sufficient have slipped off the sweat on their foreheads in an instant.

I don't know if he swallowed too frequently, and Song Yuhang had dry throat and eyes for some reason.

The light floral fragrance that enveloped her grew stronger, and Song Yuhang almost buried his head in her neck.

There was a piece of gauze that pierced her eyes deeply. If the guards hadn't left yet, she could take the piece of gauze off on the spot to find out.

Her curiosity on Lin Fan is evident.

When Song Yuhang approached her by an inch, Lin Wei bitten a bit, as if to retaliate against each other, and no one would let anyone go.

The door was getting closer and closer to them, and the flashlight light shone on the floor, moving forward inch by inch until it was projected on the wall next to them, just go one step further.

The chaotic footsteps in the corridor rang: "What are you doing here?! What kind of morgue door was opened in the middle of the night, and the air conditioner was let go, so I closed it quickly! The central control room switch is broken, don’t you know? Don't hurry up and fix it for me!"

The light was taken away, and several people nodded and bowed before closing the airtight door again.

"Yes, yes, what you said is, go now, go now."

The world was plunged into darkness again, Lin Nian breathed a sigh of relief, and when she could not hear the footsteps at all, she had already tasted a hint of blood on the tip of her tongue.

She was a little weak, her masseter muscles were sour, and she took the lead.

Song Yuhang also withdrew his hand.

Lin Fan took a few breaths of fresh air-conditioning and shivered: "Hey, you can—"

She raised her eyes to meet the man's eyes, and the rest of the words fell back into her throat.

It was a look that had never been seen on Song Yuhang's face before, including pity, distress, regret, self-blame, and a trace of possessiveness that she didn't even know herself.

The last kind of Lin Nian is too familiar, almost every man and woman who has had a skin close to her has this expression on the face.

Lin Nian was taken aback, calmly cast aside his gaze, and changed his tone of voice: "Why, does Song Team want to hug me to the ground in the morgue?"

She used to make fun of her to hide her guilty conscience.

Song Yuhang didn't care, she just stared at her face and said word by word: "You have lost weight."

Lin Nian raised her eyebrows impatiently, and she didn't like the two of them too close.

In this case, any normal conversation will only tend to be ambiguous.

It's not so much that she doesn't like Song Yuhang's approach, but it's that she doesn't like any development in a direction beyond her control.

Song Yuhang was an accident, one after another.

"Is it okay to lose weight? I can't lose weight?"

"Where is your weight loss? It's clearly... it's a hunger strike!" Song Yuhang lowered her voice and shouted these words in her ear. When she hugged her, she knew that she was too thin, almost skinny. .

Now Lin Fan is just a mere ostentation, and can't handle her tricks at all.

Lin Nian heard the tremor in her ending, but she saw the water gleaming in her eyes with a careless look. She trembled in the bottom of her heart, and she clenched her lower lip and did not speak again.

"You want me not to die... but I'm looking for something to die, Lin Fan, does this make sense?"

She finally called out her name completely, and no longer called Lin Forensic Doctor Lin forensic doctor, but under this situation.

"You said He Miao shouldn't die in vain, what about you, you are only thirty-two years old, amazingly beautiful, young, and the future is limitless! Are you...reconciled?"

Lin Fan was finally willing to raise his head to face her eyes, but they were contemptuous, ironic, and dismissive.

She lightly touched her chest with her active hand and spoke clearly: "The real Lin Fan died as early as six years old, and now that's alive, standing in front of you is the body and the devil. ."

She also lived for a short time and was dragged out of the abyss. She chased the ray of sunshine and wanted to be a better self, but was shot into a deeper and colder swamp by reality.

Lin Nian is dead, "she" is alive.

Reborn, put on another ruthless mask.

After wearing the mask for a long time, she almost forgot what she was like.

"I'm not reconciled! The body or the devil! I only know that you are Lin Wei, the forensic doctor Lin Wei of the Jiangcheng City Bureau's Technical Investigation Department, Lin Wei standing in front of me alive, my comrade-in-arms of Song Yuhang's life and death. Lin tired!"

How beautiful are the two words of life and death and comrade-in-arms.

It's almost so beautiful that the sun is shining when you think of it.

Lin Nian's gloomy heart was gently blown away by the wind, and she stared at the face of the young police officer in front of her in a daze.

She is so heroic and vigorous, when she is quiet, she is like the blue sky and white clouds slowly flowing past the horizon.

She is neither anxious nor impatient nor vying, she can stay in the same position for several years without complaint.

But she was also jealous, even if she was at odds with Lin Wei, she was willing to find out the truth in her own way.

She moved like lightning and thunderous, with a fist waving a gust of wind and slamming against the enemy's face, using flesh and blood to open a way for her to escape.

She is full of righteousness and love and righteousness.

She didn't care which "Lin Nang" she was, she only cared that she was Lin Nang, Lin Nang standing in front of her, and the one who had lived and died with her.

It seems to have exchanged eyes before.

The eyes were relatively long in the dark, and they were so quiet that they only breathed each other, and even the air-conditioning buzzing in the morgue could not be heard.

Lin Nian squeezed the corners of her lips, turned her head away, and was swept into her arms. Song Yuhang held her head and almost pushed her into his arms. Her voice was both suppressed and resembling. On request.

"Don't die...Don't die."

She finally said this sentence.

Lin Fan closed her eyes, and the female's not-so-obvious Adam's apple rolled up and down. She raised her hand as if she wanted to hug her back, but finally fell weakly.

"Sorry... I can't promise you."

Her ending is doomed from the beginning, she will fight for the whole life for persistent pursuit of the truth, including giving up her own life.

"It's okay, you don't need to answer me now. I just hope that there will be a certain moment in the future, when you want to end your life, you can think of me, think of what I said today, think again, and take a little longer. "

"Lin Nai, in this world, it's not that no one is expecting you to live. You have the right to choose. It's just that once the switch of death is pressed, it means that everything goes to zero, the game is over forever, and you will never start again. Chance."

Song Yuhang didn't finish what Song Yuhang wanted to say, but she felt the stiffness of Lin Fan's body and her silent resistance.

She still felt that the next words might be a bit abrupt, but she would just understand it herself.

If there is a time in the future, she will also grasp the moment when Lin Nan hesitates, and drag her back from Death God's hand and back to her side.

It's not just Lin Wei, it's the same for anyone who tries to commit suicide in front of her. She always believes that it's more courageous to live than to die.

And when you are alive, you will always see the sun tomorrow, and something good will happen, right?

Lin Fan never thought about the day when she and Song Yuhang would shake hands and make peace, let alone the day when they would embrace each other. What was more unexpected was that the first embrace in the true sense of the two would be in the morgue. occurring.

It was absurd and ridiculous, but it did happen.

When he felt the little hand gripping his clothes on his back, the corners of Song Yuhang's lips rose up, triumphantly: "Let me take a look at the wound on your neck."

When she said she was about to raise her hand to uncover the gauze between her neck, Lin Fan blocked it and didn't block it, but was cut back and pressed her hands over her head.

Lin Nian turned into anger from shame, and bowed his knees.

Song Yuhang's face turned green, and he took a few steps back while holding his crotch. His face was full of pain, and he tremblingly pointed at her speechless.

Miss Lin shook the backpack on her shoulders, and blew the bangs that had fallen to her eyes triumphantly: "Give some color and open the dyeing workshop. Do you know if the rose has thorns?"

Song Yuhang watched her walk towards the refrigerator where the corpse was stored, and followed with limping: "Forget it...you are ruthless! You wait for me! You...his..."