Lin Fei lightened the fingertips of the electric pen and touched it over the rows of refrigerators. She was looking for the name and number.

Song Yuhang followed her behind with a flashlight and squatted down: "Here, it's him."

Pulling open the refrigerator on the bottom floor, the cold air rushed towards his face, Lin Wei shivered suddenly, before she could say anything, a coat had been put on her shoulders, and she was carrying the host's body temperature.

Lin Yan raised his eyes to look at her. Song Yuhang had already stepped back, wearing a white short-sleeved T, squatting on the side, as if he was afraid of being beaten again.

Miss Lin's lips bend without a trace. Although they have never seen the "vulture" himself, one is the captain of the criminal investigation and the other is rich and powerful. It is too easy to get a picture of the "vulture" himself.

Although the corpse was already swollen, the intuition of the forensic doctor confirmed in an instant that this person was a "vulture."

Lin Fan took out the small toolbox from his bag, his mouth was not idle: "You said that you are a criminal investigation captain, and you want to investigate the case openly. Why do you come to such a place?"

Song Yuhang thought for a while, but still didn't tell her about his imprisonment: "I can't intervene in the case directly under the provincial government."

Lin Fan's gloved action was stagnant, and he went to roll the deceased's eyelids, "Do you think it's also strange."

Song Yuhang didn't conceal this time, and nodded: "How did Scarface recognize you, or that his target has always been you."

It's a pity that the person is already dead, otherwise pulling down this line will definitely involve more dangers lurking around Lin Fan.

Lin Nian didn't think too much about this. She was used to it. Scarface was not the first person who wanted to kill her, nor would it be the last.

As the only heir to the Jingtai Group, overtly and secretly, she encountered countless life threats, otherwise she deliberately practiced self-defense Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu for some reason.

She cares about another thing: "Why are our whereabouts exposed?"

While she was talking, her hands didn't stop.

Bleeding spots can be seen under the eye conjunctiva, and the corpse spots are light, and part of the skin except the corpse spots is pale.

Lin Fan switched the electric pen to the strong light mode again, and took a cotton swab to cut out a bit of mushroom-like foam from the deceased's nasal cavity.

Life reaction is indeed drowning.

Seeing her busy, Song Yuhang was silent for a while and said, "I don't know."

Lin Fan's lips curled up with a slightly ironic smile: "It seems that this "ghost" is still hidden quite deep."

Song Yuhang lit her flashlight from the side: "Whether it is a person or a ghost, in the future, dangerous things like stalking will no longer let you go, nor will you be left alone."

Lin Wei smiled, and opened the mouth of the deceased with the mouthpiece: "It won't be..."

She was half talking, feeling that the gaze of the person opposite fell on her face, she also raised her eyes subconsciously, and her eyes met again. Song Yuhang's lips were tightly pressed, obviously not joking with her.

Lin Nangan laughed twice and swallowed the rest of the words back. She wanted to draw her attention back to the corpse, but she inadvertently caught a glimpse of the wound on her tiger's mouth, leaving two rows of deep tooth marks, and the blood stains had dried up.

Lin Yan turned away from his face a little uncomfortably, Song Yuhang also changed his hand and raised the flashlight, wiping the injured hand on his clothes and hiding it behind his back.

The atmosphere suddenly became weird again.

In particular, the two people in the bottom row of the refrigerator could only squat with their heads to the head, and the distance was close. Lin Wei's neck was deliberately or unintentionally moved in front of Song Yuhang's eyes, and her gaze also deliberately or unintentionally looked at herself.

Lin Fan closed his eyes, and the autopsy could not go on.

She gritted her teeth: "Song Yuhang, do you look at the corpse or me?!"

I didn't lift the piece of gauze and took a closer look. Police Officer Song was still worried. He was awakened by her words and stood up quickly: "Ah...ah...I'll go to the door and guard."

He said that he was about to go out. Without the light of the flashlight, he was plunged into darkness again.

Lin Fan was angry again: "Damn, come back and polish my old lady!"

"Oh." Song Yuhang touched his nose and turned back resignedly, but this time he was much more honest, no longer staring at her neck.

Lin Fan checked the corpse from head to toe, not even letting go of her nails. Song Yuhang watched her take out new things from the investigation box from time to time, and smiled, "You are quite prepared."

Lin Nian rolled her eyes and ignored her. If she knew that she had built a professional anatomy laboratory in the villa, she wouldn't be surprised to drop her chin.

The so-called technical work is to not practice hands for three days.

"Get me an evidence bag."

Song Yuhang bit the flashlight with his teeth, pulled out the evidence bag from her bag and opened it to her.

Lin Fan put the cotton swabs dipped in the silt in the nails of the deceased: "I have to take it back and check if it is algae or silt in the river."

Song Yuhang sealed the material evidence bag and stuffed it into her bag, and nodded, "Okay, but it can't be done at the Material Evidence Appraisal Center directly under the Ministry of Public Security."

Lin Fan kept moving, "Of course I know that, don't worry about it, I have my own way."

"Give me that fingerprint printer."

Song Yuhang pulled out a steel rod about five centimeters long from the toolbox. Lin Fan took it in his hand and wrapped a layer of white paper on the stick, and instructed Song Yuhang to apply ink to the corpse's fingers.

Although she was puzzled, she did so.

Since the deceased has been dead for a while, and the corpse stiffness has been stored for so long in the cold storage, it is difficult to relieve the dead body for a while. Fingerprint extraction is a problem.

Lin Fan took the fingerprint printer wrapped in white paper and rolled it down his fingers, and the problem was solved.

Song Yuhang couldn't help but look at him with admiration.

With the admiration gaze on him, Lin Fanfox's tail can be lifted up to the sky: "How about it?

Song Yuhang nodded sincerely: "It's not as good as it is a coincidence."

"But again, you are a detective, what flowers can you see when you run to look at the corpse?" Lin Fan took the gauze and wiped the ink from the deceased's fingertips, destroying the corpse.

The question came to the point, Song Yuhang was speechless, and after a while he hesitated: "Newspaper."

Lin Wei was puzzled: "What newspaper?"

"The newspaper is today, no, yesterday." Song Yuhang looked at his watch, and it was now 12 o'clock, and he corrected his mistake.

"Starting from the investigative experience of an old criminal policeman for many years, I don't think this person will make such a low-level mistake, and... from what I know about you, if you perceive something wrong, you will definitely be eager to find out, so I'll try my luck."

Unexpectedly, a real blind cat and dead mice would be considered unintentional.

God knows how excited she was when Lin Nian rushed towards her with a knife.

Lin Nian stared at her in a daze, and saw that the person in front of him touched his nose with embarrassment, and turned away under her gaze.

"You really are... really unique."

Song Yuhang smiled bitterly: "No way, who made me unable to contact you."

Lin Nian raised her eyebrows. When it came to this, she didn't know why she minded: "Have you contacted me? You obviously only went to the detention center to see me once, okay?!"

After being rejected that time, she never came again!

Mother's, she was still worried about her injury, and Lin Fan began to grind her teeth.

Seeing her eyes were wrong, Song Yuhang waved his hand quickly: "I really didn't, I asked someone to find you."

But for more than a month, the informant has not communicated any news to her, and neither has been found or not.

When Song Yuhang thought of this, his heart shook for a while, and his smile faded.

Lin Fan turned his face and snorted disdainfully, "Who knows then, Officer Song."

Song Yuhang was not the kind of person who would take the initiative to mention how much she had done for the other party. Besides, she didn't want to let Lin Fan know about the beatings at the gate of the detention center, and she was so embarrassed.

She stopped arguing. Seeing Lin Fan took out the scalpel from the toolbox, she was about to cut it down, grabbed her wrist, and shouted, "What are you doing?"

The scalpel hung on the chest of the deceased, and Lin Nian struggled: "Anatomy, what else can I do? It is impossible to presume whether he was drowning or throwing the corpse into the water after death based on the autopsy.

Song Yuhang didn't give up: "That won't work either. We have violated the bottom line of the law when we came here tonight. We can't make mistakes again."

Lin Nian laughed angrily by her: "They are already dead, so I'm talking about the bottom line and the bottom line. I'll just sew on him after he is cut. Do you want to know the truth? Do you want to know what he is? Why are you dying, who is this man behind the scenes?"

Song Yuhang clenched tightly and didn't let her move at all. The tiny wrist quickly rubbed red in her hand. Lin Nian gritted her teeth and forced her to break her fingers with the other hand.

"Of course I want to know, but not in this way, you will leave traces after you sew. Once someone finds out, Lin Tien, your career will be over."

"You want to control, you let me go, let me go!" Lin Nian flushed his eyes anxiously, roared in a low voice, and beat her hard, the man still didn't move.

"You put the scalpel down first, and I will let go."

Lin Nian panted heavily, her chest undulating: "Okay, let it go! My old lady has been down for eight lifetimes and met you as a stubborn donkey."

As she said, she closed her hand in her direction, and Song Yuhang followed her.

Lin Yan's left hand quietly touched a hemostatic forceps from underneath, and a cold light flashed by, coming straight to her door and forcing her to let go.

Song Yuhang had been prepared for a long time, turned his head to avoid it, wanted to show her some color, grabbed her wrist and pulled to his side, Lin Fan quickly rushed to the corpse.

She gritted her teeth and held the refrigerator to take it back. Song Yuhang grasped this weak boneless wrist in his palm, which was too slippery.

She softened, and when she looked at her eyes in the dark, she was clearly unwilling, aggrieved, and resentful. Maybe she was really angry, and the corners of her eyes were red.

Song Yuhang pursed his lips and couldn't go on beating anymore. When this thought came to the bottom of her heart, the strength in her hand followed and she saw Lin Yantuoli fall backward.

She was too late to stop.

When Lin Tiedi was sitting on the ground, the equipment in his hand collided with the cold ground and made a sharp sting, like dropping a time bomb in a calm lake.

Song Yuhang could already feel the water wave trembling fiercely. She helped Lin Fan who fell on the ground, lowered her voice and shouted, "Go!"

Lin Nian came back to his senses, and quickly took off her coat and wiped the floor and the place where they had just touched.

"Wait, well, close the refrigerator door!"

As soon as Song Yuhang closed the door, chaotic footsteps sounded outside the morgue: "Who! Who is in the morgue?! Go, go in and take a look!"

She looked around and couldn't hide. She rushed to the window and pushed her shoulders against the window. She still couldn't move with the strength of breastfeeding.

Lin Fan limped and ran over, panting, "Don't bother. The windows in the morgue are usually sealed from the outside to the inside."

Song Yuhang didn't believe in evil and slammed her shoulder a few times again, there was no gap. Seeing the footsteps were already close at hand, her forehead came down with cold sweat.

"Then what do you say?"

Lin Fan flipped through his bag: "Take this and smash it."

Song Yuhang weighed the weight of the broken window hammer, spitting into the palm of his palm: "Retreat, stand further!"

"Wow--" There was a crisp sound, and the glass broke. Song Yuhang's hands were dripping with blood. She couldn't take care of a lot. After taking the rope that Lin Yan handed her, he tied a knot on the window lattice, and then pulled it fiercely. .

She glanced at Lin Fan's legs: "Your feet..."

She had noticed it a long time ago.

Lin Fan held a fruit knife with her back on guard, and the flashlight had been thrown onto the floor of the morgue through the gap in the airtight door.

She was calm and calm: "I'm fine, you go first, and meet me below."

Song Yuhang nodded, no longer delaying, turned on the window sill, held the rope in his hand, and looked at the back of her head: "Listen to my password later, and I will let you jump."

Lin Fan nodded, and Yu Guang glanced back. Song Yuhang was no longer visible, and the rope tied to the window sill was stretched straight.

Lin Nian swallowed, a thin layer of sweat erupted from his palms, and he almost couldn't hold the knife sticky.

Just as the air-tight door rang, there was a whistle from downstairs. Lin Fan knew that she had landed safely. He thrust a knife into the inner side of her backpack and jumped onto the window sill, causing a sharp pain in her ankle.

The big beads of sweat on her forehead rolled down, and Lin bored with the pain, holding the rope in both hands and quickly descending the rope.

The chasers broke through the door, and the entire factory area rang sharply, and searchlights swept over.

Song Yuhang stood on the soil **** downstairs, opened his hands, and cried out: "Jump!"

Lin Fan closed her eyes and let go of the rope. Of course she was also nervous. Even though she had already slid halfway, she was still two stories high. In case Song Yuhang did not catch her, in case Song Yuhang ran away first...

The consequences could be disastrous.

However, before she was nervous for too long, she fell into a warm embrace.

Lin Wei took advantage of the situation and hooked her neck. Both of them have rich military experience and know how to reduce the impact damage to the minimum.

After a while, Song Yuhang held her head and squeezed people into his arms, using flesh and blood to resist the earth, wood, sand and gravel coming from the head and face.

This is a **** with a vertical distance of close to 35 degrees, and the inertia caused the two people to roll down and escape the pursuit.

Lin Fian was hugged to death and could not see anything. She only felt that she didn't know how many circles she had made, and her hands were painful when rubbing them on the ground, but she was unharmed except for her hands.

Until Song Yuhang's back was sturdy and hit a big tree, the leaves fell down.

Lin Nian vomited the sand in his mouth, dizzy, and after a while, he came back to his senses: "Song Yuhang?"

She screamed and didn't respond, and her lips tightened.

She was lying on Song Yuhang. The light in the forest was dim, and she couldn't see how her injuries were. She could only see her back against a towering tree, her head drooping to the side, and she didn't know if she hit her head.

Lin Fei lifted her upper body laboriously and patted her face again: "Song Yuhang, Song Yuhang, wake up?"

She didn't wait to answer, her heart raised her throat all at once.

The hands around her waist were still not loose, Lin Fan's tail trembling slightly, carefully touched her snort: "Song--"

Before she finished her words, Song Yuhang coughed twice, choked up the blood in his throat and his eyes became more relaxed.

She sat up with the person in her arms, the leaves fell from her head, the corners of her lips were grinning, her eyes gleaming in the darkness.

"Cough...cough cough...I'm fine."

Lin Wei slapped it and slapped it over: "Fuck your mother, pretend to be dead again!"

Song Yuhang covered his face and stood up to grievance Baba: "It's not... I just really dizzy... really dizzy... listen to me!"

Lin Fan didn't turn his head back, and limped down the mountain with a sick leg: "Get out!"

Song Yuhang followed his steps: "Don't walk so fast, your feet are swollen into buns..."

"I want you to control, get out!"

On a small steep **** in front of him, Lin Nian held the tree to test carefully, the soil rolled down, and she was dragged back.

Song Yuhang took her shoulders with one hand, and her waist with the other, supporting her like she was supporting herself the other day.

"Slow down, don't worry, they can't catch up with us."

She seldom laughed, and she showed two tiger teeth when she smiled. She looked sunny and lovely, and she almost shook her head behind her to please her.

Lin Nian snorted, but didn't struggle anymore, "What do you belong to?"

"Monkey, what's the matter?" Song Yuhang tilted his head to look at her.

Lin Fei turned his face away, but the corners of his lips rose slightly, "I think it should be a dog."