When Lin Fan finished smoking a cigarette, the car arrived. She pulled the door and got into the car. From the rearview mirror, she caught a glimpse of a car not far behind her also starting the engine.

"Miss, where are you going?"

Lin Yan fastened his seat belt: "I haven't thought about it for the time being, let's open it, Master."

After going around a few circles in the city, the car was still chasing after him. His tracking method was very clever, and the distance was far apart, but she could always catch up when she was about to disappear.

Lin Fan's lips are slightly hooked, which is interesting.

"Master, go to the Municipal Public Security Bureau"

Before dawn, a large number of media reporters squatted at the door of the city bureau. As soon as she got out of the car, she was surrounded, and all kinds of spears and guns came to her.

"Miss Lin, Miss Lin, I heard that this case was also your appraisal."

"Miss Lin, was the murderer the husband of the deceased or someone else?"

"I heard that the private life of the deceased was chaotic, and he was entangled with the principal of Jiangcheng No.1 Middle School. Is this the reason for the murderer to kill?"

Without saying a word, she stretched out her hand to open a path, and someone was chasing after her: "Miss Lin, Miss Lin, tell me about this case..."

When she was chasing to the hall, she was stopped by the police who rushed over. She must have successfully escaped. Zhang Jinhai was receiving the people sent by the prosecutor's office when she saw her back, and immediately beamed his brows and greeted enthusiastically.

"Oh, forensic doctor Lin is back, how is the case?"

Lin tired of not being salty and not indifferent: "Ah, I guess it's no show."

Zhang Jinhai slapped his thigh and stood up with a sad face: "Oh, let me just say, this time, what is it called? Even if you find evidence, you may not be able to..."

In front of the prosecutor, he swallowed the last half of the sentence again. Seeing that Lin Fan's face was not so good, he hurriedly showed his courtesy: "It's fine when you come back. Forensic doctor Lin also worked hard this time. Go and rest. Right"

This is what he is waiting for.

Lin Nani nodded: "Sure, I'll go to bed for a while, let me go to another forensic doctor if there is a case today."

After she left, Zhang Jinhai sat down and talked with several prosecutors: "This is Lin Wei, the new recruit of our city bureau, forensic doctor Lin, I don't think it is as unfavorable as the outside world..."

It was uncomfortable to wear wet clothes on, Lin Fei took off his coat and held it in his hand as he walked, glancing behind him without a trace.

The little tail that followed her disappeared.

People come and go in the corridors of the Municipal Public Security Bureau.

She pushed open the door of the duty room and walked in. She threw her coat on the sofa. She fell on the iron frame bed and began to recharge her energy.

Time passed by, and people came in and out of the duty room to take things one after another. Lin was tired of sleep. She was really tired and hadn't worked so intensively for a long time.

Until the first ray of light in the morning spilled on the bed through the gaps in the curtains, Lin Fan opened his eyes, his tiredness swept away, replaced by a clear look.

"In the case of a murdered female teacher in Jiangcheng No. 1 Middle School, Sun Xiangming, the husband of the deceased who was detained yesterday, his lawyer has filed an appeal or was released this morning due to insufficient evidence. Jiangcheng TV will report on the spot for you."

The curtains were not drawn in the room, it was still pitch black, the TV was still on, and the hostess’s mouth was chattering. As the screen turned, Sun Xiangming was photographed walking out under the **** of his parents and lawyers, and still facing the onlookers of media reporters and the public. Bowed.

"Thank you for your concern. I think we should understand and support the work of the police. After all, they are also trying to solve the case and return my wife's innocence."

He said that his eyes were red again, and the eyes were full of tears, his voice choked, and he couldn't say a word, so he waved his hand to signal the media not to shoot again.

Later, he followed his parents into a taxi and disappeared from the public's sight.

With a "bang", the remote control flew out and hit the TV screen, the noisy sound was interrupted, and the world returned to a dead silence.

The person sitting in front of the TV gritted his teeth, grabbed his hair with his hands, and screamed from the depths of his throat. The face that had always been beautiful gradually became dark and twisted.

The city bureau early in the morning is the busiest time, the staff who shuttles back and forth, the criminal police in a hurry, and the ordinary people who come to work.

Coupled with the incident of Sun Xiangming, dealing with the media's accountability of the procuratorate is even more exhausting.

Bureau Feng paced back and forth in the office: "We still have to send a few people to monitor him, and he will never be allowed to leave Jiangcheng City. The public opinion is delusional to interfere in judicial justice, it's ridiculous!"

When he said this, it was inevitable that people would think of the legend that had been circulated in Jiangcheng police circles many years ago.

"Iron shoulders are moral and righteous, and loyalty builds the soul of the police." This is the motto that Zhao Junfeng gave him when he took office as the director of the Jiangcheng Public Security Bureau.

Don’t look at him now that he is older, blessed in stature, and not as good as before, but when he was young he also caught drug dealers across provinces, fought gangsters across borders, rescued hostages in a flash of life and death, and even in a battle to destroy drug manufacturing dens. After getting a shot, he clung to the thigh of the drug leader until the reinforcements arrived.

Feng Jianguo became famous in the first battle, and then he has risen step by step.

Over the years, he has not been on the front line, and his temper has gradually decreased. When he said this, the little police officer was shocked by his unruffled aura. He immediately stood up straight and saluted, and shouted in full anger: "Yes, Director, promise to complete the task and never let Sun Xiangming leave our sight!"

He turned around to leave, but Feng Ju turned around again and asked, "Where are the people from Song Yuhang?"

The little police officer stunned and replied: "It should be on the way back, right"

Seeing Feng Ju's face, the little police officer closed the door for him with a sadness, thinking: Team Song is in a disaster this time, so if you say nothing, you have to be punished one by one.

He was thinking about it, and accidentally bumped into the cleaner working in the corridor, and the broom fell to the floor.

He leaned over to pick it up and gave it back to others: "Excuse me"

The cleaner wore a uniform hat and mask, crouched at his waist, looked a little older, and had a very low voice.

"It's okay"

After all, I continued to sweep the dust in the aisle along the tile line.

The police officer held the folder and continued to walk forward. Suddenly, he felt that something was wrong. This cleaner is so good, is he new here?

He turned around to look. There was no one in the corridor, and he was startled with goose bumps, and he cursed inwardly: Damn, **** in the daytime.

Song Yuhang leaned on the car door, blood dripping down his fingertips, and his fingers were cut to **** flesh by the waste glass **** in the garbage dump. Fang Xin brought a pack of tissues over to cover her.

Song Yuhang escaped without a trace: "It's okay, a little hurt, tell my brothers, it's time to work."

The rain stopped, but the sky was still dim, and the flaky clouds were very low. It looked like a bigger storm was brewing.

Having stayed up all night, Song Yuhang's eyes were bloodshot, his hair was messy, and his clothes smelled of rubbish. The others are the same. They collapsed in the seat and no one spoke. The atmosphere was stagnant and low, and snoring sounded everywhere in a short while.

Duan Cheng yawned and drove with a little energy. Song Yuhang leaned on the back of the chair, his tight lips loosened, his face was pale after staying up all night, and he was not a man of iron. Only then did he show a trace of exhaustion. .

Everyone in this car was exhausted physically and mentally, and she was no exception, so that her always clear and smooth thinking became a little trance.

For a while it was the face of the deceased Ding Xue.

For a while, Sun Xiangming grinned at her through the iron gate.

When the scene turned around, the mountains and plains were white, she seemed to be in the reeds, with her fingers gently brushing the reeds, the wind blew up to the sky and hovered and fell on her eyebrows.

She heard someone say leisurely: "He can't afford a diamond ring, I'll give it to you."

Another familiar female said: "No, forensic doctor Lin, I don't want can rings."

She frowned in her sleep, followed the sound, but fell into an icy swamp again.

They looked at each other like wild beasts, eager to pounce on each other's necks.

"Since the world is not benevolent, then why should I walk the way for the sky?"

Walk for the sky.

For whom and what way?

Song Yuhang chewed on these words, feeling that a flash of lightning had split the chaos, and sat up suddenly, his coat slipped from his body, his expression changed.

"Duancheng, change the route, don't go back to the city bureau, go directly to Sun Xiangming's house!"

Duan Cheng's upper and lower eyelids were fighting, and she was shocked by her voice, and the three souls went to Qipu, stammering: "Why...what's the matter with Team Song?"

"This case is not over yet, hurry up, it will be too late!"

Song Yuhang took out his mobile phone from his pocket with hands and feet, and began to call the field workers who were squatting near the Sun's house.

At the moment when she was empowered, she wanted to understand more things.

When she and Lin Wei went to school for the first time to learn about the situation, Li Shiping followed Lin Wei and asked Ding Xue's cause of death, not out of curiosity at all, but out of concern for the other person.

She remembered that when she went to Li's house, she had a lot of awards on her wall, all of them were champions in teaching competitions.

Song Yuhang asked casually: "You teach chemistry?"

Li Shiping took a sip of coffee: "Yes, I have been very interested in this aspect since junior high school. I originally wanted to be a scientist, but who knew I was a teacher by mistake?"

Why are there so many English originals in the office of a person who teaches chemistry?

The answer is self-evident.

There are also overly clean photos in the window.

And that ring, "S" can be Song, Sun, or "Poem" of course!

She may not have noticed the details Lin Fan noticed, so what is it that obscures her sight?

Do you not want to believe that there are still such feelings in the world, or...

When she thought of this, she only felt a secret fear rushing all over her body.

Song Yuhang bit her lower lip with blood, and she tasted a trace of rust on the tip of her tongue. She stroked her hair abruptly and lifted up all the broken hair on her forehead, her eyes were red.

"Duan Cheng, drive faster!"

That's too late.

"Hello, your takeaway is here." There was a knock on the door. Sun Xiangming just came out of the shower, wiping his hair, and took a look at the cat's eyes.

It was the food stall downstairs that he often ordered, and he was still wearing his work clothes, holding a bag and stepping back and preparing to call him.

"Come here." He put the towel on the hallway, opened the door a gap, and stretched out his arm to get it.

The delivery staff didn’t give it to him. Instead, he said, “Sir, can you give us a good comment? Simply write about the taste of our dishes. The boss asked you to do me a favor.”

In the summer, the person in front of me was wearing long-sleeved overalls, a cap with the store logo, and a mask for cleanliness. Only a pair of eyes were exposed, faintly pleading, the sideburns pressed in the hat seep Sweat slightly.

Sun Xiangming impatiently took the pen and paper he handed over, wrote on the convenience sign, and said as he wrote: "The fried sixtieth piece that I ordered last time, it tastes good, but I didn’t wash it clean and ate a few mouthfuls of mud and sand. Your boss said..."

Before he finished speaking, the delivery man nodded and bowed: "Yes, yes, you said yes"

There was a faint glow from his loose cuffs, and Sun Xiangming suddenly felt that something was wrong. He raised his eyes and looked at his eyes. The other party was still looking at him with a smile.

For some reason, he suddenly felt a little familiar and a tingling scalp.

Halfway through the writing, he refused to write any more, and put the convenience sign and pen back into his hand. After taking the takeaway in his hand, he was about to close the door. At that moment, Li Shiping moved.

She didn't know where the strength came from and grabbed his arm, and squeezed his arm with the door slamming.

Sun Xiangming's bones were about to be crushed, and a heart-piercing wailing came from his throat.

The man in black jumped up from the patio on the fourth floor and rushed into the fire escape. The heavy iron door was pushed aside, and one person immediately fell down softly.

All his clothes except his underwear were stripped clean, his fingertips touched his carotid artery, and there was still air.

There is a small pinhole on the neck, which should be fainted by medicine.

There was no further delay, and he ran up along the fire exit. When he was about to open the iron door to the fifth floor, a tall man walked out of the toilet next to him with a miniature wheat on his ear.

plainclothes! Remember

The visitor was slightly startled, and immediately, a ruthless color overflowed in his eyes.

The two tore and fell into the house, knocked down the hallway, and the takeaway spilled all over the floor. Sun Xiangming wanted to call, and the woman picked up the towel that fell on the floor and tried to cover his mouth.

In the end, there was a huge disparity between the strength of men and women, Sun Xiangming recovered, pinched her neck and kicked the person away, then fought back and pushed the person to the ground and stuck her throat tightly.

The needle in the sleeve fell to the ground.

Li Shiping's face gradually turned pale, she struggled in vain, went to break his fingers, her head gradually turned to one side, when she tilted her head to see the needle, a strong hatred suddenly burst into her eyes.

It was this force that drove her, spreading her fingers little by little and touching the needle into her hand. At this moment, she inevitably remembered the scene when she met Ding Xue for the first time.

She knew her earlier than Sun Xiangming.

At that time she was a teacher and she was her student.

She had just finished quarreling with her husband that day and went to the school to check in on duty.

"Ms. Li is early"

"early"

"early"

...

The students entered the school one after another, and the girl with ponytails bounced along the long street. At that time, the spring was bright, Yang flowers were flying, and fine dust was floating in the air.

Seeing that she was almost late, she would grab a small flower for a while, and then grab a catkin floating in the air.

She frowned and saw her staying at the stall selling pancakes at the school gate: "Hurry up, you're going to be late, don't you know?!"

Ding Xue turned her head and touched her belly reluctantly, and put the money in the iron box of the uncle selling pancakes: "Grandpa, you can keep it for me, and I will get it tomorrow morning."

The uncle laughed: "Okay, little girl, go, don't be late"

She ran to the campus with a huge schoolbag on her back and stepped on the bell. When she ran past her, she stopped again and handed the rose that she had just picked to her.

The girl’s eyes were shining, and her tone was crisp: "Teacher, your eyes are so red, don’t be unhappy, I promise you won’t be late tomorrow! This flower is for you, please smile more~"

Who can not love such an innocent and bright young man.

Ding Xue broke into her life with such a hasty attitude, and stayed there for decades.

"Do you know what I regret most?" Li Shiping pushed the last bit of liquid in the syringe into his veins.

She was calm, but she couldn't help shaking. When the needle was empty, she knelt down and cried, covering her face.

"It was me, I persuaded her to marry, it was me, it was I... it hurt her, but if I was brave then she would not meet the scumbag Sun Xiangming, and we would not be where we are today."

The man in black standing in the shadow of the door moved his lips, but he said nothing in the end.

Sun Xiangming lay quietly on the floor, foaming at his mouth, lifeless.

he died.

Ding Xue is dead.

Li Shiping also died.

She swallowed in the dark, swallowed the pill under the tongue coating thoroughly, and then took out the phone from her pocket. The lock screen password was her birthday. She wanted to look at her again, but her vision gradually blurred. When she got up, she thought it was tears, but blood splashed on the phone.

She reached out to wipe the blood off the phone, revealing the girl's warm smile.

That was the first year that Ding Xue returned to teaching in Jiangcheng No. 1 Middle School after graduating from University. In the lotus pond park, on the breezy summer night with lotus scents, she confessed to someone who had been in crush for several years.

She still remembers that the refreshing wind that night messed up her hair, her reddish face and shy eyes, she was obviously an adult, but she was so nervous that she couldn't know what to do.

Li Shiping did not refuse when she leaned over and wanted to kiss her. In fact, her fingers were already tense to tighten the corners of her clothes.

Li Shiping smiled and coughed up, blood was splattered and the screen was wet, she wiped the phone on her clothes in a panic, and finally gave her the last kiss with the corner of her **** lips. The phone was placed on his chest, and his eyes slowly closed.

Remember "Li Shiping!" The man in black rushed forward and shook her shoulders, but it was too late.

There was a police siren downstairs, and Song Yuhang jumped out of the car and loaded the bullet: "One group led a unit to surround me, and no fly was allowed. The second group would break the door with me to catch people. If they encounter violent resistance, Don’t worry about shooting directly.”

As if he could hear the footsteps of criminal police combat boots stepping on the corridor, he still laid Li Shi flat on the ground, took out his gloves from his pocket and put them on, and took a towel to clean the place he was supporting. Including fingerprints, blood stains and footprints, and even door handles.

While cleaning everything quickly and accurately, he even twisted two hairs from Li Shiping's shoulders, and finally retreated carefully to the door, turned the air conditioner to 16 degrees, and closed the door gently.

The moment he turned around, Song Yuhang stepped up the stairs and directly drew his gun from the holster on his back: "Stop! Police! Don't move, or you will shoot!"

After a distance of about tens of meters, the man in black ran away, and the bullet flew past his legs and feet, leaving two bullet marks in the ground.

Song Yuhang rushed out like a vigorous leopard, and at the same time he did not forget to tell the brothers in other groups: "Find the target, find the target, guard the fire exit and don't let him escape!"

A few detectives jumped out of the fire escape in an instant, and fisted directly towards the front door. The man in black was not in love with fighting, bent over to avoid it, and was about to rush to the balcony.

As soon as his hand was supporting the railing, a sharp pain hit his back and he was kicked down directly. He rolled on the spot in embarrassment and escaped Song Yuhang with a head-on, a carp struck up and stood up. A tricky uppercut.

The fists collided, and both sides took a step back. Song Yuhang flicked his hands and rushed up again, walking through several moves between the electric light and the flint. She deliberately lifted the mask on each other's face, but was strangled, and the two of them got stuck in a game. Yu Guang caught a glimpse of the exposed water pipe on the wall behind him. Song Yuhang exerted force under his feet. With the force of the collision, his hands were stuck on his shoulders like pliers and pushed him against the wall.

There was a loud "bang", and the walls were rusty with lime.

The eardrums hum, and ordinary people may be knocked out on the spot, but the black man's fighting experience is not worse than Song Yuhang's. He grabbed the protruding parts of the two ends of the water pipe with one breath, and jumped up in the air. He kicked his foot forward fiercely.

He had excellent leg skills. He was caught off guard and hit the vital point of his abdomen. Song Yuhang lost his finger and was kicked on the spot and hit the opposite wall, coughing up a **** saliva.

The detectives behind her drew their guns after seeing the two of them taking off. The people in black were not in love with each other, and they jumped down from the patio on the fifth floor with their palms on the balcony railings.

Song Yuhang rushed forward, half of his body leaned out of the balcony, only having time to tear off a corner of his clothes.

I saw the man falling from mid-air like a broken kite. He shot quickly and fiercely. A black stick stuck firmly on the railing on the second floor with a sound of "Bang Dang". After he stabilized his figure in the air, he made a pull-up. Going up, turning up the railing, stumbled and disappeared in the corridor.

Song Yuhang slammed a fist on the railing: "Damn, chase!"