The sound of mixed footsteps came from upstairs, and the man in black ducked into the utility room where cleaning tools were piled up, wiped a handful of sweat from his forehead, pressed the miniature wheat on his collar, and panted violently.

"Help me hold her for ten minutes!"

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and Song Yuhang was carrying a gun and several criminal policemen advancing in a tactical formation.

The man in black sticks to the root of the wall, his hand grips the black mechanical stick, trying to adjust his breathing, swallows, and stretches into a straight line from the back of his head to the toes. The stick is held upside down in his hand, and the whole person seems to be ready to go. Beast.

The footsteps were close at hand, and he silently counted: one, two, three...

Song Yuhang put his hand on the doorknob, and the fragile wooden door creaked slightly under her hand. At this moment, the finger bones of the man in black holding the mechanical stick turned white.

With a light footstep, he was about to slay out and flee. Suddenly, several shots were heard outside the door.

"There! Don't let him escape!" Several detectives shot and chased them out.

A black figure jumped directly down the first floor from the corner of the stairs.

The open wooden door faintly revealed a ray of light, and the sound of footsteps outside the door disappeared.

The man in black took off his strength, slid down the wall and sat down, letting out a few depressed coughs from his throat, a touch of the corners of his lips, and a little red on the back of his hand.

Damn, it's okay, it can push him to this point.

He glanced at the watch, time was running out and could not be delayed any longer, stood up with a mechanical stick, took off his hood, took off the clothes that were in the way, and picked up a few dirty cleaners from the utility room. Putting on the clothes, smearing a handful of plaster on his face, changed his face, and walked out swaggeringly.

"Group by group, copy from the side bread." The plainclothes squatting downstairs saw someone come out and copied the electric baton and rushed up. The black-clothed man was very skilled, broke the wrist of one of them, and grabbed his arm. Just bend the knees. The knees are one of the hardest parts of the human body. Under the heavy force, the internal organs are all cramping.

The plainclothes vomited blood on the spot and flew out!

Another plainclothes rushed forward and gave him a blow, taking the back of his head to make him feel no need to fight back on the spot.

The man in black grabbed the shoulder of the person in front of him and volleyed in the air. This move was quite similar to the one he had just kicked Song Yuhang upstairs.

If it weren’t for the detective’s instinct to block it with an electric baton, his jaw would have been kicked to pieces. For a while, he would step back for a few steps, his eardrums buzzed, and a **** half of his mouth coughed up. tooth.

The pitch-black muzzle was aimed at him, and Song Yuhang slightly squeezed the trigger, but always felt that something was wrong.

The man in black is more agile and domineering than just now, and the man just now is also better, but he is definitely not domineering.

She fought him and she understood that not only did the knee bump require quick response, excellent waist and abdomen skills, and extremely strong strength, it was possible to knock a sturdy man who was 1.8 meters tall and weighed more than 200 kilograms into the air. And the person just now has enough dexterity and lack of energy, otherwise Song Yuhang would not stand here now with his kick.

Moreover, the man was clearly injured when he ran away, but this man was dexterous and able to besieged by a number of well-trained criminals. He was even a little bit like playing a monkey and was not in a hurry to escape.

Song Yuhang had a great alarm bell in his head, and he took away his gun and rushed forward: "Catch alive!"

The man seemed to feel it, and pushed backhand from a detective who had just captured it to her. The fish usually staggered the encircling circle in three or two steps, and fluttered right and left in the rain of bullets that followed, rolling against the ground. , The bullet flew past his ear.

In front of a two-meter-high wall, the man in black grabbed the branch and slammed it up, firmly climbing the wall with one hand, and the branch he had just pulled was immediately shattered by bullets.

The man in black did not delay any longer, kicked his legs, and climbed up the wall with his arms, turning over, the bullet hit the broken tiles and sparks splattered.

When Song Yuhang led people to chase them out, the long street was bustling with hustle and bustle, and the person was no longer traced.

She went back and forth a few times irritably, and finally couldn't help but smashed a fist on the telephone pole.

When I just came here, my shoulder-length hair had been pierced, and the broken hair on the forehead was pinned with a clip, revealing a full and round forehead and red eyes.

She almost gritted her teeth and said, "Call forensic doctor Lin and ask her, what she is doing, what she is doing."

***

"Sorry, the call you dialed is temporarily unanswered..."

The screen of the mobile phone placed by the pillow went off and on and off, and there was always an icy beep from the earpiece.

Duan Cheng hung up the phone and his expression was a little anxious. He wondered why Lin Forensic became the subject of suspicion and got involved in this case. You must know that two people died in this case, which is not a minor crime.

"Team Song, no... no one answers..."

"Who else is in technical investigation?"

The scene was sealed off, and the cordon was pulled downstairs in a unit, and the police lights were flashing, making the face even colder and colder.

Duan Cheng quickly called Zheng Chengrui, pressing the number and said, "Old Zheng...Old Zheng is here, let him go and see."

Song Yuhang said with an "um": "Bring a few more people."

Bring a few more people... what does that mean?

Duan Cheng didn't dare to speculate anymore, the phone was quickly connected, Zheng Chengrui heard the chicken drumstick in half of his hand "click" and fell on the keyboard.

A group of detectives hurriedly walked through the corridor and went straight to the duty room. Zheng Chengrui cleared his throat and knocked on the door: "Forensic Doctor Lin, Forensic Doctor Lin, are you there?"

The room was silent, and no one answered his words.

The fat man swallowed, then stepped back and knocked on the door for another detective, but there was still no answer.

Several people looked at each other, and the fat man took a step back. When he was about to violently break the door, Lin Fan was holding a washbasin with a towel around his neck, his hair dripping with water, and he was wearing a vest and hot pants. Appeared in the corridor.

It looks like he just came back from the shower room on the other side of the dissection room.

She looked a little unkind: "Oh, what are you doing with such a large crowd of people around here?"

The fat man stretched out his kicking leg halfway and shrank back like lightning, smiling flatly, "No...no...Song team is looking for you."

Lin Wei motioned for them to give way, inserted in the middle, stuffed the washbasin under the bed, touched the phone from the side of the pillow, and a string of unsigned numbers bounced on the screen.

She pressed to answer.

Song Yuhang's voice seemed to carry ten thousand years of ice, carefully pondering there was such a hint of gritted teeth.

"Li Shiping is dead."

***

The air conditioner in the room was turned on very low, and Lin Wei shuddered as soon as he entered. In order not to damage the site survey, the pedals had been laid. Sun Xiangming lay face down on the ground, and a syringe fell next to him.

Li Shiping lay not far away, with blood still remaining on his lips, and tightly squeezed the phone in his hand.

The trace check is already working.

She put on the gloves and walked to Sun Xiangming's side, and together with Duan Cheng turned the person over. Because the body was stiff, she took some effort.

Lin Fan handed the survey lamp to someone else, and gently broke his chin with his right hand. As soon as the light shone, a small pinhole was visible on his neck.

Fang Xin picked up the syringe that had fallen on the ground and put it in the evidence bag and handed it to her: "It is preliminarily judged that there is only one person's fingerprint on it, and who is the specific one will have to wait for a fingerprint comparison in the bureau. "

Song Yuhang took it and looked at it carefully for a while, but the rest of the light fell on that person.

The eyes were indescribably cold and bitter, and there was a trace of disgust.

The person being watched broke Sun Xiangming's mouth open, took off the mask and leaned forward slightly, seeing Duan Cheng dumbfounded, thinking that she was going to come in close contact with the deceased.

"Lin...Lin Forensic..."

Lin Fan was indeed lying very low, with one hand resting on the ground with the tip of her nose next to the tip of her nose. She sniffed lightly, seemingly uncertain, and leaned down again to do the same.

A smell of bitter almonds.

After repeated confirmations, she just got up: "Died from central respiratory failure caused by cyanide, whether it was organic or inorganic cyanide. It will be confirmed by further autopsy."

She was talking to Song Yuhang, but that person turned a deaf ear. Remember

Song Yuhang opened the curtains, and the sky was still dim outside. She pushed the window hard. She didn't move and was welded to death. This meant that the third person present could not climb up from the window.

She went back to the door.

The traces of the fight were mainly concentrated in the hallway. The door lock was intact, and there were squeezing marks on the side of the door. Gently touched by the gloved fingers, some sawdust fell off.

She ordered people to take pictures and pick up materials by the way.

Since the door lock is intact, it means that this person didn't break in. He knew Sun Xiangming and Li Shiping, maybe it was Li Shiping who took the initiative to open the door for him.

why?

Isn't Li Shiping afraid that the police are coming?

Or she knew that person would come.

Song Yuhang glanced toward the past, Lin Weizheng squatted on the ground to perform a preliminary autopsy on Li Shiping. The mask blocked most of the charming face, and the hair was neatly wrapped in the hat, revealing the slender white back of the neck.

She strode over.

A shadow suddenly fell in front of him, blocking the light of the survey lamp.

Lin Tied raised his eyes impatiently: "Let let, don't you know if you block the light?"

Song Yuhang stared into her eyes with deep eyes, as if to show a flower out of her face.

Lin Fan was so hairy by this gaze, she was composure, and there was a hint of teasing in her affectionate eyes.

"What's the matter, the Song team also fell in love with me? I don't mind, after all, it is delicious but dumplings and fun but sister-in-law, don't you think?"

Fang Xin coughed lightly, turned his face away, and went to pull Duan Cheng's clothes.

Duan Cheng was still looking at the mouth of the deceased with a magnifying glass in his hand, and was caught off guard by being pulled away by the collar.

"Ah...ah, I haven't finished it yet..."

"Look again later!"

When his eyes were facing each other, Song Yuhang squatted down, and seemed to embrace her shoulders intimately, but in reality only he knew how much effort was used.

Lin Fan was pinched by her in pain, and her bones were about to break, but she couldn't hide, let alone fight back.

Like that night, they spoke intimately to their ears.

"Li Shiping is dead." She almost gritted her teeth.

Lin Nang pointed to the corpse in front of him, his eyes a little innocent: "I know, didn't I just come here for this?"

"Ding Xue is dead, Sun Xiangming is also dead, they are all dead, are you happy?"

Her slightly cool lips almost touched her ears.

Lin Yan turned around, if it weren't for a mask, he almost came to a close kiss.

She looked at the light brown eyes of the person in front of her casually and said, "What can I do to be happy? I want to sleep more."

She has an open-minded expression, with no extra dodge at the corners of her eyebrows and eyes.

People like Lin Fan are more difficult to deal with than Sun Xiangming.

Song Yuhang still clamped her shoulders and didn't move, looking into those dark pupils.

There was nothing but my own reflection in it.

She also laughed: "Forensic Doctor Lin has a good mentality and can still sleep. Did you hear the cry of Sun Xiangming's parents and daughter downstairs? The white-haired man sent off the black-haired man, the young parents died, the night was long and dreamy, and the **** was empty. The devil is in the world, I hope Forensic Doctor Lin can sleep well every night."

She spoke lightly and leaned over again, lowering her voice, which was quite deceptive.

The warmth brushed her earlobe gently.

Lin tired of moving, Song Yuhang refused to let her hide, even the corners of her lips were already close to her ears, drilling into her neck along the graceful curve.

She sniffed gently, as if sighing: "Forensic Doctor Lin's perfume today is quite special, I remember it."

"Team Song, the surrounding people are visiting—" Someone came over with a pen and paper, and Song Yuhang let her go and walked over, as if nothing had happened.

Lin Nian lowered her eyes slightly, moved her sorely pinched shoulders, her thin lips spit out a few words: "Damn, molesting me."

She has written down the account, and sooner or later she will get it back with interest.

Seeing Ding Xue's pale and **** face in front of her, she was in a daze. She stretched out her hand to take out the phone on her chest, but her phone rang.

She took off her gloves and walked aside to answer the phone: "Hello?"

As soon as the other party uttered a word, she had already changed her face, took off her hat and ran out.

Song Yuhang reached out to stop her: "What are you doing?!"

Lin Fan violently pulled her collar and knocked the person away: "Get out of the way, don't stop me, or I'll be endless with you!"

There was a rare trace of panic in the eyes that had always been ridiculed or disdainful or cold or mocking.

Song Yuhang's stunned effort, she had already let go, she ran away, rushed downstairs and called a taxi directly.

"Master, go to Tai'an Mental Hospital."

She lowered her head to fasten her seat belt, and looked anxious. When the car slowly slid out of the community, the body bag was also lifted down from the upper floor.

When the two old men saw the body bag, they slumped to the ground, howling and crying.

Ding Xue's mother held Ding Ya in her arms. The child cried and stretched out her arms to reach her father. She wiped away tears while holding the person back.

Song Yuhang looked up at the sky and saw that the sky was drizzling again. She remembered the smile on Ding Xue's face when she went to Li Shiping's house that time.

"She is an expert in teaching, she is very nice, gentle, knowledgeable, and treats students equally..."

Even if she has passed away and is no longer there, but if you want to love someone, whenever and wherever you think of her, there will be a warm smile on her face unconsciously.

Her gaze followed Lin Wei's car as she left, and the miniature wheat hanging in her ears heard a weeping echo.

"Do you still follow?"

Song Yuhang lowered his voice: "Follow, she is very cunning, be careful"