My Dear Miss Medical Examiner

The Jiangcheng Criminal Investigation Detachment was broken up into parts, scattered into the streets and alleys in the form of small groups, looking for the families of the deceased to make inquiries. This is the most basic and most important part of the daily criminal investigation work.

"Hello, policeman, did your daughter ever come into contact with patterns such as "white whale" or "ocean" during her lifetime?"

"I don't know, my daughter won't live with me."

"Okay thank you."

"Hello, police, did you hear your son talk about "white whale" and "liberation" during his lifetime?"

The man thought for a while, took out a diary from the house and handed it to the policeman: "Yes, my son...he had a car accident when he was a child, and he suffered from the root cause of his illness and inconvenience in his legs. He was often bullied by his classmates at school. When I came back, I told me that he didn't want to live anymore and wanted to find the "white whale" to get free. I thought he was just talking about it, but who knows... This is the diary my son wrote during his lifetime. If it's useful, you can take it. "

The case officer turned over the photo on the first page of the diary, showing the handsome face of the boy. He was also a little bit surprised: "Has your son mentioned this "white whale" to you, is it a person or an organization? "

"I work on the construction site during the day and come back late at night, so I don’t communicate much." The man thought for a while: "However, he was addicted to the Internet for a while before he died. I saw him chatting with people on the Internet when I came back in the middle of the night. Thinking about it, this "white whale" might be a netizen."

Zheng Chengrui stepped forward: "Can you look at your son's computer?"

The man opened the bedroom door for them: "Yes, please."

The room is small, with two bedrooms and one living room, and the decoration is simple and there are signs of water seepage on the ceiling.

The man lives alone and works on the construction site. It seems that his family is not very wealthy, but he still bought his beloved computer for his son.

Zheng Chengrui gently blew off the ashes on the keyboard and pressed the power button, proficiently searching for useful things in the sea of ​​information.

Lines of pulsating blue codes flicked across the glasses, time passed, and he finally extracted the keywords from the vast sea of ​​information.

"Ocean", "White Whale", "Relief" and "Want to Die".

Accompanying the emergence of these words is an encrypted chat room.

He tapped the keyboard with his fingertips and tried to decipher. Everyone held their breath. After hearing only a cold beep, a big red cross appeared on the screen.

Decryption failed.

A faint sweat leaked from Zheng Chengrui's forehead, turning his head to ask the victim's father: "Do you know your son's password?"

The man thought for a while, but didn't know anything about it: "I don't know, I haven't touched this thing after I bought it, and I don't understand it at all."

"Where is your son's birthday?"

After getting the answer, Zheng Chengrui lost a string of six-digit characters, but the decryption still failed.

He gritted his teeth: "Are there any other numbers that may be passwords, or people or things that are of great significance to your son."

Significant person or thing.

The man thought for a while, and his eyes fell on the photo of his deceased wife standing next to the computer.

"Try his mother's birthday."

"Okay." Zheng Chengrui held his fingertips together, took a deep breath, and entered the characters.

After a short silence, nothing happened. Just when they thought the decoding was successful, a whale slowly appeared on the computer, slowly turning from white to red, bleeding from it.

"That's bad!" Zheng Chengrui secretly said that it was not good. Before he could move, the whale burst open with a bang, the sky was filled with fluorescent blue dust, and the computer went black and crashed.

He kept tapping on the keyboard, trying to resume the program, but there was always a cold beep from the computer.

"Sorry, the program is corrupted and cannot be started."

"Sorry, the program is corrupted and cannot be started."

"Sorry, the program is corrupted and cannot be started."

…

He sullenly put down his hands: "This chat room not only has an unconventional encryption program, but also a layer of self-destruction program outside the encryption program. When the password is entered incorrectly three times in a row, the self-destruction program will start. Sorry, I was careless."

The teammate patted him on the shoulder: "It's okay, let's go back and report to the Song team first, and then slowly find a way to recover."

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Song Yuhang and Lin Wei went from day to night, and they also received a lot of information about the "white whale".

Although three chapters have been set, Miss Lin is the kind of person who knows what to say.

"Hey—" she prolonged her voice and called her: "Song Yuhang, I can't walk anymore."

Song Yuhang turned a deaf ear to his ears, carrying his own bag, holding a transcript book under his arm and moving on.

"Officer Song..." Lin Wei weakly grabbed the corner of her clothes, "Don't you go? You haven't had a sip of water all day, do you think you are walking?"

Song Yuhang looked back at her: "You are going to follow. There are still three chapters in the contract. Do you want to break your promise?"

Lin Fan was choked, his teeth tickling with hatred: "I—"

"Hurry up, I have to go back to the Municipal Bureau for a meeting later." Song Yuhang said, shook his head slightly, turned and left.

The cloth slipped away from his palm, Lin Fan gritted his teeth and raised his heel.

Damn, if it wasn't for the reason that she just wanted to solve the case, Lin Fei would have gone up to beat her long ago.

Thinking like this, she reluctantly walked for two steps while leaning on the wall, the leather of her heels was sore by the straps of high-heeled shoes.

Lin Nian clenched his lower lip, his face turned pale.

Song Yuhang looked back, she hadn't followed.

"what's happenin?"

Lin Feizheng leaned over and untied the boring belt: "It's okay, I'm okay—"

Before he finished his words, his wrist was grabbed.

Song Yuhang squatted down: "Don't move, let me see."

Lin Wei put his hands on her shoulders, Song Yuhang held her with one hand to stand firmly, and before she stopped, the other hand had already taken off the shoes from her feet.

"No need..." Lin Nian's face turned red.

Song Yuhang grabbed her foot in his hand, and her heel was rubbed bright red, and a large piece of skin was torn.

"Why didn't you say it earlier?"

"Did you give me a chance to speak?" On the way, I was either asking the family of the deceased or on the road, but there was really no time to speak.

Song Yuhang touched his nose and looked around: "Find a place to sit for a meeting, you can say something like this in the future."

"In the future? In the future, I won't want to come out with you again in the future!" After leaving this afternoon, Lin was tired of dry mouth, pain in his feet, and no good airway.

Song Yuhang put her feet back in the shoes and helped her walk: "I'm also blaming you. I know it's hard to come out in high heels."

"I don't know who is in a hurry, otherwise the old lady ran out without having time to change her clothes?" Lin Fan retorted, squatting with her, feeling that her feet no longer hurt.

Song Yuhang didn't bother to take care of her eldest lady's temper: "If you want to eat, let's go eat something and take a break by the way."

Lin Wei allowed her to hold him back, looked at the dazzling array of signs on the street, and reached out his hand: "Go to that house."

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Milan bar.

In the evening the bar had just opened, and there were not many people. Bai Ling was standing at the front desk scrubbing the cups, caught off guard against the curtain being opened, and the wind chimes rang at the entrance of the store.

She raised her eyes and was overjoyed: "Sister, you are here."

Song Yuhang helped people sit down at the bar: "You order first, I'll go shopping."

When Bai Ling came out with the menu, she and Song Yuhang looked at each other. The woman said hello with a gentle smile, turned and opened the door and walked out.

There was a hint of narrowness in the girl's eyes: "Is my sister with friends again?"

Lin Nian leaned lazily on the bar, with long legs resting on the ground, one of his high heels was not fastened, and it was dangling loosely, giving him a fascinating look.

"She? She's not a friend."

Bai Ling pushed the menu to her, widened his eyes and asked innocently: "What is that? Not only did I protect you that night, I saw her hugging you at the bathroom door."

Lin Fei didn't swallow a sip of water and almost choked to death: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. I'm going to starve to death."

Bai Ling showed a sly smile, and handed the written list to the little brother in the back kitchen.

Fourteen-five years old is the age when love begins. Although she doesn't quite understand the relationship between this good-looking and kind-hearted sister and the short-haired woman just now, she can also see the turbulent undercurrents between them and the blatant eyes of each other. concern.

Lin Tien watched her writing, her pen was strong, and her handwriting was neat and tidy.

"Oh, not bad, what time is it in the beginning?"

Bai Ling smiled charmingly: "It's the third year of junior high school. I hope I can pass the provincial key exams next year."

When the girl said this, she had a faint sad look. Her mother was ill in bed. She had to work hard to pass the provincial key exam and get a scholarship. Otherwise, her meager salary alone would not be able to support her high mother. Medical expenses.

Lin Nian took a sip of wine and watched his words and expressions: "Why, are there any difficulties?"

The girl came back and smiled, rejecting her kindness: "No, I'm very satisfied now, thank you sister."

The money last time just solved her urgent need.

Facing the girl's sincere gratitude, Lin Nianlue turned her face a little awkwardly: "No, no thanks, thank you, the last thing I lack is money."

Bai Ling looked at her bright and beautiful, with some envy and a little yearning. She secretly made up her mind to learn from her sister in the future, to become such a kind, beautiful and generous woman with a sense of justice to help those in need.

"By the way, elder sister, I have learned a new way of bartending. Can I mix it for you?"

She didn't want to repay, so she could only work **** these little things.

"Okay."

Lin Nang pressed her fingertips on the table to watch her make a drink, but what he was thinking was why Song Yuhang had been there for so long and didn't come back. Didn't he leave her oil bottle and ran away by himself?

Just thinking about it, Song Yuhang ran back, holding an alcohol swab and a box of band-aids in his hand.

"Raise your feet."

Lin Tien reluctantly: "I said no need to—"

Before she finished her words, Song Yuhang squatted down, raised her feet and put them on his knees.

"Huh—" Lin Yan hid back, Song Yuhang clasped her ankle tightly. As soon as the cotton swab dipped in alcohol was put on, she immediately sighed and clasped the bar chair tightly.

Song Yuhang raised his head to look at her: "Just bear with it, if I didn't buy iodophor, I'll just do it."

"hiss…"

Every time she put it up, Lin Wei shrank, so that the slippery skin came and went in and out of her palm.

Song Yuhang had to use some strength to fasten her.

Lin Yan looked down at her, the corners of her eyes were red: "Song Yuhang, are you all right?!"

Song Yuhang seemed to calmly put the alcohol on the ground, unpacking the mouthpiece and gently pasting it on: "Okay, wait, don't put on your shoes yet."

After all, I picked up her shoes and put two band-aids on the heel before returning it to her.

Bai Ling watched them interact and handed them the mixed drinks: "A glass of mojito, a glass of lemonade, please use it slowly."

After that, he bounced around Lin Fei again and whispered: "Sister, why shouldn't my friend treat you so nicely?"

Song Yuhang looked puzzled: "What did she say?"

Lin Fei calmly picked up the glass and took a sip: "It's nothing, it's none of your business."

"Oh, okay." Song Yuhang stuffed the alcohol he bought into his bag, and sat down. Before she could sit for three minutes, a phone call came to her mobile phone.

She got up and walked out: "I'll go out and answer the phone."

The waffle was not ready yet, Bai Ling was afraid that she would be hungry, so he brought out a plate of snacks.

"Sister, make a point first."

"Thank you." Lin Wei waited for Song Yuhang's return while knocking melon seeds and peeling peanuts. There was no one in the bar at the moment, and the two were chatting with each other.

"By the way, I haven't asked my sister's name yet, or just leave a contact information. The money...I will return it to you in the future."

As the girl said, she pulled out a thin memo pad from her apron pocket, and pushed the pen and paper to her hand.

Lin Fei glanced lightly and knocked the seeds: "You don't have to pay back, my sister won't eat this set."

She is habitually rejecting people thousands of miles away, but the girl's face clearly showed some injuries.

Lin Wei was startled, and before she hesitated for too long, Song Yuhang had already ran in, with a look of something wrong.

"Go!"

She urged Lin Nian, her eyes were relatively clear, and the case came.

Lin Fan got down from the bar chair, took out his wallet, threw a few red tickets on the bar, didn't count them, waved and turned away.

"Goodbye, little sister."

When Bai Ling chased out with the extra money, the two of them had already gotten into the taxi and disappeared into the traffic.

Lin Wei didn't know at that time, this was the last time she saw this little sister named Bai Ling, and after all, she hadn't had time to tell her her name.

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When she and Song Yuhang rushed to the moat, it was getting late, and the police cordon was pulled up on the spot, and the onlookers stood on tiptoes and watched and whispered.

"I heard it was another suicide?"

"No, I just watched jumping off the bridge."

"I was holding the test paper in my hand when I jumped on the bridge, tut tut, it's really miserable."

"If you don't take the exam, you won't be able to take the exam. Try hard to continue next time. It's a pity that you are so young."

…

Song Yuhang crossed the crowd of onlookers, pulled the cordon, let Lin Nian pass first, followed by himself.

The police stations of the large and small sub-bureaus of the Jiangcheng City Bureau have also received notices from their superiors that they must go all out to cooperate with the task force in solving the case. Therefore, the entire Jiangcheng City Public Security System strained a string when the word "suicide" was heard. There was no delay at all. As soon as the masses called the police, the police from the nearest police station arrived in less than five minutes.

Lin Fan asked someone to give her a pair of gloves for an autopsy. When he turned around, Song Yuhang was still standing on it.

"What's the matter? Don't Tang Tang Song team also be afraid of water ghosts?"

Song Yuhang tightened his lips and strode down: "I recognize this person. I saw him yesterday afternoon."

When she went to school yesterday afternoon, she had an affinity with this boy in the corridor.

Song Yuhang leaned down and gently broke his chin, and a faint mole appeared on his chin.

She is a criminal police officer, and naturally has the ability to remember, especially in terms of identifying people.

"Yes, it's him."

The two looked at each other and saw dignity in each other's eyes.

"Another deceased appeared."

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"Sister Lin, which of the two corpses should be dissected first?"

Due to the needs of the case, Fan Lin's body was also pulled back from the funeral home.

Lin Fan changed his clothes outside and glanced back: "Let's do it together. Fan Lin will ask the assistant forensic doctor to go there. I will look at this first, and then I will finish my work in a while."

The assistant forensic doctor nodded and walked to her to wash his hands and change clothes: "Okay."

She shook the water on her hand, and looked up at herself in her glasses. The white protective suit and blue mask made her eyebrows sharper.

Lin Nang took a deep breath and walked into the autopsy room. Come on, let her see where the monsters are causing trouble.

Duan Cheng set up the camera: "September 26, 2008, at 20:05 pm, Fan Lin and Wu Wei, the first autopsy will now begin."

As the work of autopsy of the remains was carried out in an orderly manner, the discussion on the case in the training room has also entered a fever pitch.

Zheng Chengrui turned on the computer and called up the morning interface to show them: "That's it. This is an encrypted chat room. You must get the key to enter. If you enter the wrong key three times in a row, your account will be frozen. The self-destruction began."

Song Yuhang put one hand on the table and leaned over to look: "Can you find the other party's ip address?"

A network security team member shook his head and said, "No, we have checked it. It is an overseas server and cannot track the specific IP address."

"So, if you want to enter this secret chat room, you only have to pass the key?"

Zheng Chengrui nodded, with an ugly expression: "There are thousands of changes in the six-digit combination when deciphering the key. This amount of work is so huge, maybe we won't wait for us to decipher it, the next one will be..."

On the first day of the establishment of the task force, the invisible enemy gave the police a violent attack.

Song Yuhang's face changed. She thought of the faces of dead boys, Fan Lin's face, He Miao's face, and many more young girls who had never seen them but lived forever in the photos.

She pulled her chair and sat down, gritted her teeth and typed: "Since this trick doesn't work, let's get out of the hole."

A flash of light flashed in Zheng Chengrui's mind: "Oh, you mean..."

As he said, Song Yuhang had opened the search interfaces, typed in the word "suicide", and jumped out of countless red, green and green forums.

Others are also waking up from a dream.

Someone hesitated: "Team Song, if the opponent is a wicked person, is this too dangerous?"

"We are the police. We should not deal with the danger. Who do you leave the danger to, ordinary people?" She finished speaking lightly, her hands kept moving, and she had already left a post "I want to commit suicide" in a forum.

The others in NetAn looked at each other, Zheng Chengrui turned on the computer first and started typing.

As long as one person follows suit, the others return to their desks and start posting online.

In the huge training room, there was a crackling sound of typing on the keyboard.

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As time passed, Lin had done a meticulous autopsy. He had been bent over and stood for a long time, a thin layer of sweat leaked from his forehead, and the protective clothing behind his back also showed signs of being wet with sweat.

They separately examined the heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys of the deceased and found nothing suspicious.

Lin Fan picked up the scissors from the tray, his hands were as if they were fished out of blood.

"Cut the appetizer and examine the contents of the stomach."

The pungent smell permeated.

Duan Cheng retched a few times with his back, then quickly turned back, and pointed the camera at the deceased.

Lin Fan drew it with bare hands, and he whispered and whispered. The red, yellow, and white all turned out. It was an epic thriller and disaster scene.

Duan Cheng's face turned blue and white, and he couldn't help but start to retching again.

Lin Yan's complexion was as usual, her brows were not frowned, and she flipped a spoon out and scooped it out: "Most of the stomach contents move to the duodenum, and there is a considerable degree of digestion, which is visible to the naked eye..."

She paused and said: "Rice, tomatoes..."

The spoon picked up a lump of minced meat, took off the mask and put it to the end of the nose: "There is beef."

…

The others looked at her with horror, and the pen in the hands of the forensic trainee who was in charge of the record stopped.

Lin Fan didn't lift his head: "What are you doing in a daze, keep writing!"

The little forensic doctor came back to his senses: "Well, well, just said that, when it comes to..."

Lin Nai continued: "According to the digestion of the stomach contents, the time of death is roughly 2 to 3 hours after eating."

Lin Wei did an autopsy on the two sets for six hours, and it was already two o'clock in the morning when he came out.

The training room is still brightly lit.

She wiped her hair out after the shower, and went to find Song Yuhang. The fragrance had already arrived before the person arrived.

In order to cover up the smell of carrion, she sprayed a lot of perfume every time after the autopsy. In essence, she was still a beauty-loving person.

Song Yuhang didn't lift his head, and pointed to the box lunch left for her on the table: "Preserved egg and lean meat porridge, eat it."

As soon as he heard the food, Zheng Chengrui poked his head out of the computer on the opposite side, with a distressed expression: "Why are we all ordinary take-out boxes? Forensic doctor Lin is preserved egg and lean meat porridge?!"

Immediately brushing a few heads, they all came over. Song Yuhang was a little embarrassed when he looked straight, and said with a smile: "If you have food, it's not bad, but also pick and choose, work!"

Lin Wei stared at her with a thoughtful and meaningful look. The tips of her hair were still wet just after the shower, her curly hair was hanging softly on her shoulders, and water dripped down her collarbone.

"How did Team Song know that I like to drink porridge?"

Song Yuhang couldn't bear it: "There are so many people in the training room, and there are so many opposite sexes in the training room. Can you wander around with a vest and strap every time you take a shower?"

Lin Fan sat a little closer, opened the lid of the lunch box, the porridge was still warm, and had a bite without a bite, so he leaned closer to look at her computer screen.

"What I wear is my freedom. Does the Song team manage to be wide or..." She paused, biting the spoon, and looking up at her, her eyes flowed, and there was a trace of desire in Chun.

"I don't want others to look at me."

Song Yuhang's not-so-obvious Adam's apple moved, turned his face and didn't intend to pay attention to her.

Lin Fan smiled again, leaned back in the chair, and looked at her carelessly: "Hey, I have some new discoveries, do you want to listen."

Song Yuhang immediately turned back, and at the same time picked up his coat and threw it to her: "If you have anything to say, just let it go. Put your clothes on by the way."

Lin Fan was thrown upright in a pocket, she was not angry, just a little bit cold, so she took it over and covered her body.

"I checked the contents of his stomach, which contained rice, tomatoes, beef, etc., and speculated that the time of death should be within 2 to 3 hours after eating."

Song Yuhang raised his eyebrows. He is indeed a clever man. He inferred from one another: "Wu Wei is a boarding student. He eats three meals a day in the school cafeteria. I will ask them to check their school’s recipe today. If there is none in the dinner. These things mean that he is not eating at school, and the person who eats with him may be the last person to see him during his lifetime."

She paused for a while and said slowly: "It may also be a murderer."