LIGHTNOVELONLINE Chapter 1 - Datang
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“Dr. Yu, the inspection report has been printed. Please sign it.”
In the office, a handsome man dressed in white coat, white face, high nose with a black frame on the frame, minus a few handsome, gentle and capable.
After a while, there was still no one to answer, but the man seemed to know that the so-called Dr. Yu must be there, knocking on the door panel and raising his voice. “Dr. Hey?”
“Okay, let’s put it here first.” A formulaized female voice came out of the desk.
“Dr. Yu, the captain of the criminal investigation team has been urging a few times, please come as soon as possible.” The man carefully removed the parts from the full desk and put the pieces in his hand up. At the end, don’t worry. The ground was pressed with an antique platform on the table.
The man sighed and refused to sign it out. It is estimated that Captain Li is coming to kill.
Thinking of Captain Li’s arrogance, the man immediately reminded him again, “Dr. He, I’ve pressed it with the ring, please sign it as soon as possible.”
In a thick pile, I lifted a face that was as delicate as a porcelain doll, wrinkled a good-looking brow, and said plainly, “I know, I will send the pieces myself tomorrow morning.”
Zhang Assistant got a clear answer, and then he assuredly responded and turned around. However, he did not know whether he was sorry or admired. He said that there are people in this world, men, women, and female doctors, so they have double doctoral degrees like Yan Yan. The female doctor, it should be the fighter in the doctor! It is a pity that the exquisite face may have been facing the body for a long time, and it seems to be dead and dead. It seems that there is no female hormone secretion, so it is still a saint who is still unattended.
In the office, Yan Yan had been busy until the evening and she was relieved. When she got up and went to make tea, she saw the autopsy report pressed by the platform. She put down the cup in her hand, sat back in the position, and picked up the report and looked up.
In this case, the deceased had a total of five, a family of five. According to the wound examination on the corpse, it was a murder. Two of the women were sexually assaulted… I frowned and looked at the last two lines. The fatal wound is a knife wound with a width of 1.3 cm and a length of 7 cm?
Is someone else re-inspected, or is someone tampering with the autopsy report?
Yan Yan put down the report, picked up the landline phone, dialed the extension number, and the voice of the beep-beep– came over. After a long time, no one answered the phone, and Yan Yan’s clock on the wall, twenty At 40, in addition to watching the gate, the rest of the people are off work.
Although I have already determined that someone has falsified the report privately, there are several old insurgents in the forensic team who believe that they are senior people. It is not impossible to re-examine. Yan Yan has always been responsible for his duties and must be verified again. Grab the white coat hanging on the door, quickly put it on the body, then took gloves, a mask, and prepared to go to the morgue.
But when he reached the door, Yan Yan suddenly stopped and turned back to put the report on the copy machine and pressed it under the platform to lock the original into the safe.
After doing all this, Yan Yan was once again going out. She walked away and secretly analyzed the purpose of this person’s falsification of the autopsy report. The report required her to sign before she could use it as evidence. The tampering was so obvious that it would be seen by her.
“It’s bad!” Yan Yan whispered, pressing the elevator’s hand loose, and quickly turned to run outside.
If the person knows that he will be seen, and still doing so, it is very likely to induce her to test again! Then – the target of the murderer is her!
However, she has not gone out of two steps, and there is a gust of wind coming from behind her, with a bang, and what is hard in the back.
Yan Yan only felt that there was something hot in the back of her head running down her neck. She gave up and shouted for help, because it was a morgue on the ground floor, with sound insulation and first-class performance, plus now it is night, she The probability of being rescued is negative.
Dangdang! The thing in Yanzhong’s face was broken into a few petals on the ground. She subconsciously wanted to look back at the murderer’s appearance, but her neck was taken from behind.
Yan Yan can feel it, the man is wearing rubber rubber gloves. It seems to be a master of crimes. This mortuary is generally inaccessible, so this person is more likely to be another forensic doctor in the group.
“Original, my plan has no flaws, but who let you check the line from the wound, then it is no wonder that I am smashing my hand!” Mori’s cold voice was passed down and passed.
The sound is familiar, confirming the idea of Yan Yan, is her assistant.
Yan Yan smiled coldly, endured the pain and the feeling of brain, and tried to organize the language. “Zhang Assistant, you… I look down on my face, I am dead in your hands… but you can’t escape “”
One screamed, maybe the cervical vertebra was broken, and Yan Yan had already noticed nothing else. She only remembered that she had fallen down and saw the ancient platform on the ground, which was given to her as an archeologist’s mother. birthday present.
In the early summer of June, the early morning Suzhou City was shrouded in a misty and misty weather. The mist was smog and misty. There were pavilions in the high and low floors. Occasionally, the flying corners broke through the fog, the white walls and the bluestone alleys. Or deep or shallow, or far or near, forming a beautiful ink painting with the weeping willows on the shore.
However, it is four or five miles south, but it is completely different from the atmosphere in the city.
Under the foot of the mountain surrounded by trees, there is a village in the middle of a large flat farmland. There are only forty households, and the smoke is floating in the rain and fog. The traffic is surrounded by dogs and dogs. The houses here are small and broken, only in the middle. The two buildings are tall and beautiful, similar to the houses in the square. They are prominent, one of them is the village’s ancestral hall, and the other is the 冉fuzhuang.
The courtyard hall of the government is deep and wide, and the door is carved. The courtyard is not very large. The wind can be directly blown into the main house from the aisle. Some of the ground in the house is covered with moisture. The whole house is cold and the curtain is like water. It seems heavy.
Yan Yan was lying on the mat on the grass, wide-eyed, and looked incredulously at the situation: a quaint room, lying on a wooden platform slightly higher than the ground, surrounded by fine The dense bamboo curtain is used as a curtain to enclose the sleeping place. Under her body are several layers of thick straw mats covered with water-pink satin thin enamel, which is elegant and exquisite.
She remembered that she was preparing to go to the mortuary for an injury, but she was murdered! Moreover, it is the first and fourth cervical vertebrae that have been damaged. Even if you are lucky, you have to die…
Yan Yan was surprised to stand up in amazement, and there was a faint stun in her mind. Many pictures flashed. In the picture, she was an ancient woman. In the Tang Dynasty, she was a famous niece. Her mother died, five years ago. Illness is ridden…
The picture is like a quick-switching slide, and the influx of information is too big, which makes her a headache, and the body that has just been supported falls back.
The teeth have been for a long time, and the pain has generally receded as the tide, and Yan Yan could not help but snorted.
The memory is very confusing. Even so, she has captured some of the memories of the ancients in her mind. The seventeenth lady of the government, the same name as her own, is also called Yan Yan, because of the lingering sickness, she has not been cured for a long time, was sent to Zhuang two years ago. Resting.
It is better to say that it is a retreat. It is better to say that it is “a match with the frontier”.
“Let’s lie…” Yan Yan muttered to himself, which is obviously like going to ancient times.
She is a complete atheist. Her diagnosis is that she has seen the passing drama on TV a few days ago! Therefore, when the brain enters deep sleep, it does not consciously make such a ridiculous dream.
Yan Yan closed her eyes for a long time, but there was no drowsiness. The waves in her heart were far from calm like this. How many years of cognition made her not believe in the gods and ghosts, everything in front of me, the silky touch of silk… … really just a dream?
She squatted up and held her bed under the weak body.
Top-heavy, some dizzy, standing in the same place for a while, slightly better, Yan Yan began to carefully look at the environment.
Through the bamboo curtain, you can see that the outside is a layer of satin and enamel, the gouache is white, and all of them show the delicateness of the daughter’s house. There are only a few short pieces in the house, but the simple arrangement is different. Elegant.
Yan Yan opened the curtain and the realism of the hand made her almost forget the breath.
The curtain is still a little short, but there is a large bronze mirror on the low table at the root of the wall. The mirror reflects a fuzzy and slender figure, a pale yellow robe, and the blue silk is scattered until the waist and hip.
So far away, although I only see the vague shadow, but Yan knows that it is not myself! She looked down at herself and saw her white but tender, bloodless little hand, screaming in her head, swaying and soft on the ground.
Yan Yan is familiar with the human body. According to the size of the palm and the characteristics of the skin and bones, it can be judged that “self” is only about fifteen or six years old.
Yan Yan is still in the middle of the shock, but there is a loud noise outside the house. The voices are far and near. One of the sharp girls’ voices is the most abrupt. “It’s not a long time for seventeen years, and the mother is kind. You can’t wait for her death! ”
The girl’s mouth was unobstructed, and the word “dead” was especially heavy. It sounded not a concern, but a curse.
In Yan Yan’s mind, a name emerges naturally: 冉美玉.
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