"He Miao..." After expressing his intentions to He Miao's head teacher, the rural teacher who was over half a hundred years old took off his reading glasses, frowned and thought for a while before saying: "Very good kid, good academic performance, better life. Frugal, honest and trustworthy, love labor..."

The teacher didn't know if there were too many final comments or something. The exit made people feel like a templated retelling, and there was no important point worth paying attention to.

Song Yuhang made a transcript: "Do you know much about her family situation?"

"I know a little bit. I heard that her family is not very good. Her family did not come to the parent meeting at school several times. Her aunt came at the last parent meeting in the third grade, but when she came, she said she would drop out of school. It’s about to take the high school entrance examination, we persuaded and persuaded it, it was useless.

She raised her eyes and glanced at the male teacher: "Did you withdraw at the end?"

"Her aunt wants to retire, but this child is stubborn. She wants to go to school even if she says anything, she said that she will find a solution for her own tuition and exam registration fees."

"and then?"

A trace of impressive appeared on the male teacher's face: "Later, we didn't know."

"How long ago was this?"

"Three months ago."

"Does she have any particularly good classmates?"

"She's not very talkative, maybe she's a little inferior, after all..."

Song Yuhang nodded and said clearly: "Take me to her class, please take a look."

"Okay, come with me."

The school is small, with a total of three floors. From top to bottom, there are five classes from upper to lower grades. There are five classes in each grade. The desks in each classroom are densely lined up, and the last row is directly pasted to the root of the wall.

The head teacher took her to the third floor and pushed open the door of the fifth classroom. Now it is time for get out of class to end, and her appearance immediately caused a riot.

"Police, police, He Miao is really dead?"

"I heard that the dead are in the news, haven't you watched it?"

"Tsk, in the case of her family, it's me and I have to commit suicide."

…

Song Yuhang walked to the desk that the head teacher pointed to her as usual. A dazzling array of books piled up a table. She picked up a few books and flipped through them. There were textbooks and exercise books. She seemed to like drawing, almost every book. There are essays in the book.

Song Yuhang has flipped through several books, and the most appearing are whales and dolphins.

She seems to have a soft spot for the sea, but she has never heard her family mention it.

Song Yuhang took out his mobile phone and took a picture of the pattern drawn with a pen.

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"Did Team Song come back?" Early in the morning, Lin Fan walked into the office and caused a sudden shock.

Zhang Jinhai was just about to enter his office with a teacup. He glanced at her and he was still hesitant: "Forensic Doctor Lin is okay? Yesterday, he suddenly fainted and looked pretty serious. Team Song's face turned pale, so he hugged him and ran to the hospital. , Work is important and the body is even more important."

His face turned pale and he picked it up and ran to the hospital?

It doesn't look like what Song Yuhang would do.

Lin Yan was startled and nodded lightly, "It's okay."

At this time, a colleague stood up and said, "Team Song went to He Miao's house and haven't come back yet."

Lin Fei turned his toes with his coat in his hand and walked towards the pathology laboratory: "Okay, let me see if the DNA comparison result comes out."

The technician enters the comparison result into the database, and it displays "none" after searching.

Lin Fan rubbed his eyebrows. He thought it would be a clue, but he broke again.

The colleague next to him hesitated to say something and stopped: "Excuse me, Forensic Doctor Lin, even if the little girl thought of committing suicide because of pregnancy, this can only be regarded as an indirect cause of death, and if forced to Was sentenced to three to five years, if not, then it’s true...

"There is no way" before the words came out, Lin Nian looked over coldly. She is different from Song Yuhang. She usually has a careless and fluid expression, which is a bit scary at first glance.

The technician was so pierced that he couldn't speak, Lin Nian's thin lips curled, and a very ironic smile appeared.

"Do you know why Jiangcheng’s homicide detection rate has not been ranked highest in the country? It is because of your scum in the public, prosecutors and law teams. A 15-year-old young girl died tragically and did not want to pursue the cause and bring the suspect to justice. It’s just thinking about how to make it easy and how the taxpayer’s money can raise things like you are inferior to pigs and dogs."

The technician blushed and stood up, "I...I'm just stating the facts, how and why are you personally attacking?"

"What happened to me personally attacking? Unhappy?" Lin Fan smiled more openly as he watched his fists clenched tightly.

"It's right to be upset. Either get me out of this position or resign yourself."

Lin Fei patted his shoulder lightly, took a step closer and whispered, and he had already left without waiting for him to recover.

Lin Fan went back to the office and hung the uniform jacket on the hanger. He changed to casual clothes. He took out the mechanical stick from the drawer and put it in the back waist. He took out the chewing gum bottle and poured two capsules in his palm. He threw it into his mouth and chewed. Shi Ran walked out of the city bureau gate.

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Her supercar could only go to the entrance of the alley, and then she immediately scratched the walls on both sides and made a horrible noise. Lin Fan turned the steering wheel and reversed the car, looking at the squeezed rearview mirror. So distressed.

Damn it, since she went to work in the Jiangcheng City Bureau, she has stopped accepting the commission of body autopsy, and her income has fallen off a cliff. She relies on the stock income to make a living. This is the new car she has just brought back.

After exiting from the alley, she drove around the Xicheng District again and found that the parking lot on the side of the Green Building where the incident occurred was not fully constructed. There was a bumpy path and the car could not get in either.

Lin Fan parked the car outside, touched the mechanical stick on his waist, and pushed the door to get out of the car and walk.

"Hello, have you seen this girl?"

"No, I haven't seen it."

"Thank you."

Song Yuhang collected the photos, glanced at the map, and headed to the next shop.

The alleys of Xicheng are deep, hiding a lot of massage shops, dance halls, barbecue stalls, etc. that opened late at night. These are the most likely witnesses to witness He Miao during his lifetime.

There are two roads from Xicheng Alley to Green Building, one is 1.5km in a straight line, and the other is to walk through the streets and alleys. The distance is almost the same, but the houses along the way are high and low, and there are small canals along the road. Viewfinder.

A person who wants to die should have no intention of watching the scenery along the way. Song Yuhang turned his toes and turned on another road.

"Have you seen this person?" Lin Fan stretched out the photo in front of the tramp who was sitting on the ground picking up the cigarette butts of others.

A fragrant wind hit, and the tramp raised his head to look at her, his eyes were green, and there was a gleam of greed and wretchedness.

It's been a long time since he touched a woman.

The tramp licked his lips, stretched out his hand as if to take the photo, but touched her wrist directly. No one could see how she made the move. The mechanical stick had reached his throat.

"Speak as you speak, with what hand?"

Lin Nian's eyes sank, a trace of killing intent circulating.

The man wanted to say something. She smashed it with a stick. The throat is the vital part of the human body. The tramp fell to the ground. She wanted to speak out because of the severe pain, but found that her voice was hoarse and couldn't shout.

"Ahhhhh..." The man knelt on the ground and grabbed his throat, opening his hand to her in vain, his expression in pain.

Lin Wei kicked the person to the ground: "Don't talk if you don't want to talk."

The little girl picking up wastes not far away turned pale when she witnessed all this, and she backed away in a hurry.

Lin Fan glanced coldly toward the past, a tingling sensation in the scalp that the beast was staring at prompted her to run away.

Lin Yan took the mechanical baton and raised his heel.

She didn't rush, because she knew that there was a dead end ahead.

The little girl was carrying a basket with some plastic bottles in it, and at first glance she almost cried when she saw the two-meter-high wall in front of her.

The footsteps behind him gradually approached.

The little girl turned around, shrouded in the shadow of Lin Fan, her face turned pale, and she stepped back. When the fragrant wind hit the front door, she closed her eyes tightly and covered her face with her hands: " Don't hit me, don't hit me, I...I saw her..."

The person in front of her gave a light sneer, stretched out her hand and casually plucked a small flower on her sideburn.

The little girl looked up and saw that she gently blew the petals in her palm to the ground. The posture and appearance were so good-looking, better-looking than anyone she had seen on TV.

She looked a little dazed for a while, until Lin Fan's voice sounded: "You said you saw her, when?"

She barely settled, and met her gaze, only to find that this person had a pair of affectionate eyes, which were still not very serious. A mouth seemed to be smiling, and a smile seemed to seduce someone.

The little girl looked nowhere, so she had to stare down at her cloth shoes with her toes, and moved her body into the wall awkwardly, sounding like a mosquito.

"See... I saw... I picked up trash with her."

Lin Fan stood up straight: "When did it happen?"

"Three months ago, she appeared in the alley around four o'clock every day to pick up bottles, and left at six o'clock."

"Come every day?"

The girl was afraid that she didn't believe it, and nodded vigorously: "Every day, there is a typhoon and heavy rain, I am ready to go home and she is still picking it up."

"Have you seen her on May 31st?"

The girl looked at the photo and shook her head confidently: "No, she hasn't been here for a long time."

"Probably when will you stop coming?"

"Two months ago."

"Are you familiar with her?"

The girl also knew about He Miao's death. After all, the news of He Miao's death was spread all over the streets and alleys. At this moment, she was not sure what her identity was. Then look at the ruthless guy who just hit someone, where he dared to lie, shaking his head like a rattle.

"No...unfamiliar...she's not very talkative...we only talk to each other occasionally..."

"What are you talking about?"

"Let's talk about where there is a lot of people who can pick up plastic bottles..." In front of the glamorous Lin Wei, the girl inevitably felt ashamed, and curled her toes awkwardly, trying to take back the exposed toes.

"Which waste recycling station has a higher price..."

She is actually pretty long, but her skin has become rough and dark due to the sun and rain. The clothes on her body are big and dirty, and she looks like others wear the rest.

Lin Fan nodded, knowing that there was nothing to ask, so he let go: "Thanks."

The girl took a look at her with a basket on her back, but saw that her eyes were clear and clear, not as sharp or pitying as before, as if she had just met a stranger on the road, fulfilling the girl's weak self-esteem.

She also nodded lightly, walked around her and left quickly, feeling the back basket sink when she passed by.

She didn't dare to think too much, and walked away quickly.

When I walked out of the alley and wanted to drink water from the back basket, I found that there were a few hundred yuan bills inside.

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Song Yuhang raised her eyes and looked at the last pedicure shop on the street. The door was wide open but there was no one inside. She walked in and knocked on the counter.

"anyone there?"

A middle-aged woman turned out from the back room wearing red and green, and she immediately lit up when she saw her.

"Yeah, pedicure is still massage, massage is discounted."

He winked at her as he said.

Song Yuhang shook his head: "Neither..."

The woman enthusiastically took her hand: "Oh, don't be shy, we also have that kind of service, as long as we pay for it, we can do it."

Song Yuhang looked down at her and took her arm. He only felt the smell of powder and choked her nose, making her more uncomfortable. He took a step back and took out the police officer's card.

"Police, I want to ask you something."

"Hey, I'm boring." The woman let go of her hand all at once, lacking in interest.

Cooperating with police inquiries is only a citizen's duty, not a duty that must be performed.

Song Yuhang thought for a while, took out a pack of cigarettes from her pocket and handed it over. She seldom smoked it, and keeping it was useless.

Seeing this soft China, the woman's eyes lit up, and she unceremoniously lit it when she took it.

Song Yuhang showed her a photo: "Have you seen her?"

The woman squinted her eyes and spit out a smoke ring: "I have seen it, isn't it just the girl who died a few days ago."

"When and where did you see it?"

Song Yuhang took out the pen and paper from his bag and began to make notes.

"On the evening of May 31st, I picked up a very rich lord. It was about four o'clock in the morning when the person had just left. When I sent the person to the door, I saw the little girl staggering here alone."

Song Yuhang grasped the key point: "A person?"

The woman nodded: "Yes, alone, I remember clearly, she ran into my benefactor in this narrow road, and my boss had a bad temper and almost got into a fight after drinking. I was persuaded."

"I saw her alone and asked her to go home quickly, and she ignored me, and walked forward like an evil. It was really scary in the middle of the night."

After speaking, the proprietress vomited another cigarette ring, which was obviously puzzling.

Song Yuhang put the notebook away, went out carrying the bag, walked to the door of the store and turned around and said, "The perfume... is too strong."

She couldn't help but think of the light floral fragrance that often lingered around her at that time. She had thought it was Lin Wei's perfume. It was not until that rainy night that the rain washed everything, and when she approached her, she knew that it was a body fragrance.

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"That's it." Lin Fan walked deep and shallowly from the bumpy parking lot. The huge construction site was empty. The cordon was still pulled downstairs. The road was dry, but the blood stains had seeped into the mud. Inside, one piece of black and red.

There were weeds all around, the broken railings on the roof swayed in the wind, the sun had begun to set, and it was so quiet that there were no birds or insects.

Not knowing whether it was a psychological effect, Lin Nian rubbed his arms and suddenly felt a little cold.

She looked back abruptly, and there was no one where she came.

Lin Fan walked a few more steps, and when he was about to reach the door of the building, he looked back, but it was still empty.

Only the half-high grass swayed by the wind.

I don't know why, she always has a hint of anxiety lingering in her heart.

I always feel that someone is watching myself.

Although she did not graduate from a police academy, she also got high marks in tracking and anti-tracking courses when she was abroad.

The person who can follow her in Jiangcheng City without knowing it is probably not born yet.

Thinking of this, Lin Nian walked a few steps unbelievingly, holding on to the handrails of the stairs, seeming to be about to lift her feet upstairs, but suddenly turned her face away, and at that moment, the hairs on her back were erected.

"Crack—" With a crisp sound, the mechanical cudgel was out of its sheath, and she had already used her fighting instinct before she could even see who the opponent was.

Song Yuhang blocked the blow and said dullly: "It's me."

Her stick hit the back of Song Yuhang's hand, and she suddenly became bruised and swollen.

Lin Fan retracted the mechanical baton behind his back and laughed twice: "Oh, Team Song, why do you always stand behind people? You are not at all fair."

Song Yuhang moved his wrist and glanced at her: "You are too guarded."

Although she collected quickly, Song Yuhang's eyes were sharper. When she saw the mechanical stick, she remembered the fight outside Sun Xiangming's house that day, and the scene of her leaping down from the fifth floor with the mechanical stick, her eyes sinking.

Occasionally, she would have some emotions that she couldn't explain to Lin Tiong, but reason told her that this person is untrustworthy and even unbelievable.

She thought so, her voice became a little cold: "What are you doing here?"

Meeting her scrutiny gaze, Lin Nian spread his hands: "Don't get me wrong, this deceased has nothing to do with me. I simply think her death is suspicious, so I personally visit the scene of the crime. ."

The sky gradually darkened, and her expression could not be clearly seen from the backlight of the corridor door. Song Yuhang raised his foot and walked up with a sneer at the corner of his lips.

Of course Lin Fan said that she didn't believe it.

"Who knows if it does matter? After all, Lin's forensic medicine has great abilities."

Lin Fan pretended that he couldn't hear the ridicule in her words, and followed her up: "No matter where, the Song team is not bad."

Most of the people who quarreled with Lin Fei didn't end well, and Song Yuhang wittily didn't speak any more.

She walked fast, but seeing Lin Nian holding on to the handrails was still a little daunting, she glanced down, and said casually: "I remember you seem to be discharged from the hospital tomorrow."

Fortunately, she didn't mention it. When Lin Nian mentioned it, she thought of Zhang Jinhai's phrase "Song's face was scared white" and "Hold up and ran to the hospital."

There were also the specious temptations and chats in the hospital that night, as if another switch was pressed between the two people. Song Yuhang showed the gentleness that she had never shown before, and she also exposed the fragility that she had never had before.

This is terrible.

But it doesn't matter, day and night are a watershed for adults.

Just like Song Yuhang didn't believe she was guarding her, Lin Naiyi never really believed her.

"Ah, the doctor said, I'm almost alright. Lying down is a waste of medical resources. I won't rob a bed with a critically ill patient, and I won't be conscious of it anymore." Lin Nan raised his breath and walked faster.

Song Yuhang slowed down without a trace to wait for her.

Arrived at the fork on the second floor.

Lin Fan pointed to the left, "I'm going here."

Song Yuhang pointed his toes to the right: "I'm going here."

When Lin Wei turned and left, Song Yuhang turned his head back: "Don't play tricks, things happen over and over again, no matter what your reasons are, it's best not to commit crimes to me again."

Lin Fan also looked back at her, with an extremely charming smile curled up at the corner of her lips: "Team Song is really righteous. If so, why don't you report me because of my injuries and bones, I dare not say it. Anyway, it can take me from this position." Go on, or say—"

Lin Fan took a step closer, and the faint floral fragrance came again.

"Is Team Song cherishing talents or simply lingering on me?"