"Recently, the Binhai Provincial Police has uncovered a major case involving psychologically suggestive interference affecting youth suicide. The person involved is Li Moumou, male, 44 years old, Yu Moumou, female, 20 years old, and ten patients with advanced uremia. In the past years, we used online postings to lure minors with thoughts of suicide, severely endangered the physical and mental health of young people through a series of methods such as psychological suggestion language control, and controlled the victims offline to take psychotropic drugs at their mercy to find Suitable kidney source, whose behavior seriously violated Article 232 of the Criminal Law of the People's Republic of China..."

Song Yuhang reached out and turned off the car radio, pushed the door to get out of the car, and the media swarmed up.

Several small detectives guarded her as she walked in.

The spotlight flashes randomly.

meeting room.

The dark blue background wall is surrounded by the national emblem with the words "to establish the police for the public and law enforcement for the people".

The next one is Binhai Public Security, Jiangcheng Public Security Bureau and a line of small print.

The leaders took their seats one by one. Song Yuhang sat next to the deputy director. The nameplate in front of him said the leader of the Jiangcheng Criminal Investigation Detachment.

She has a bandage hanging on one of her hands, her makeup is neat today, her uniform is meticulously worn, her hair is properly hidden in a wide-brimmed hat, and the four-pointed star flower on her epaulettes is shining in the sun.

Is it a female leader, or a female leader with outstanding looks and temperament, the camera will inevitably focus on her a lot.

Song Yuhang didn't change his face, but occasionally glanced at the table below when answering questions from the media.

That was the seat for technical investigation. There was an empty one on the first right side. There was only one nameplate on the table: Lin Wei, chief prosecutor of the Criminal Technical Investigation Division of Jiangcheng Public Security Bureau.

She still failed to come.

Song Yuhang's eyes flashed slightly, and he sat down.

The press spokesperson continued: "In response to the suicidal behavior of young people, we hereby call on families, schools, and the general public to work together to care for the physical and mental health of young people, especially parents, to accompany their children more, listen to their children, and understand his In daily life, we should not only care about his academic performance, but also pay attention to the child's physical and mental health, and do not leave opportunities for criminals. At present, suicide intervention hotlines in various provinces and cities across the country have been opened one after another..."

The press conference on the "White Whale Case" was a complete success, and there was thunderous applause.

When the scene was over, Song Yuhang was about to leave, and was called to the office by Feng Ju.

He pointed to the brocade box on the table: "Lin's tired of it."

Song Yuhang was startled: "This is..."

Feng Jianguo sat down and took a sip of his tea: "The medal of merit, she has solved such a big case anyway. After all, she started to think that it was wrong, otherwise we won't continue the investigation and have suffered such severe injuries. Some commendations will still be available, so you can give it to her."

Song Yuhang stroked the brocade box and didn't know what he was thinking. After a long while, he raised his right hand to the temple, saluted and turned away.

"Team Song, Team Song..." The detectives from the past greeted her one after another, and Song Yuhang nodded and skipped it.

She pushed open the door of the technical investigation office, and there was no one at lunch time.

Song Yuhang walked to the familiar table, put down the brocade box, and sat down.

It was here that they broke out for the first time.

Song Yuhang picked up the photo frame on the table and dusted it off. Lin Fan didn't always seem to like to laugh when taking pictures. He raised his chin slightly with a slightly rebellious expression.

She looked at it, as if she could still hear her saying in her ear: "Team Song, is it okay to look at me affectionately in the office?"

"Song Yuhang, are you a human? No, are you a woman?"

"Brother, I don't agree with you being together!!!"

"Forensic Doctor Lin, do you hate me so much?"

"Aren't you not interested in solving the case?"

"But I'm interested in Team Song, I'll go wherever you go~"

"Do you care about me?"

"Isn't it right for your boss to care about his subordinates?"

"He can't afford a diamond ring, I'll give it to you~"

...

Scenes of past events passed through my mind.

Song Yuhang's eyes were slightly wet, but the corners of her lips were smiling. She put the photo frame back again, and inadvertently glanced at Lin Fan's drawer with the key inserted in it.

With a thought, she twisted the key, and with a soft click, the drawer popped out.

A dazzling array of forensic medicine books, as well as my own notes, a few bags of refreshing coffee, and a bottle of chewing gum.

Song Yuhang took out his notebook and flipped through a few pages, and couldn't help but sigh: It's amazing.

She wrote down all the cases she had dealt with, and classified the causes of death according to the age of time. The handwriting was neat and tidy. The red pen wrote the difficult points found in the anatomy, and the occasional post-it notes were footnotes or later explanations.

When she was in Wuli Town, she was crying on the rooftop and said that if you want to be a forensic doctor, it is not her who should be standing here, but someone else.

But at this moment, Song Yuhang flipped through these manuscripts, and from these delicate and neat handwritings, she also felt her heartfelt love for forensic medicine.

Maybe she didn't even realize that she chose to be a forensic doctor, perhaps her original intention was to avenge Chu Nan, but after so many years, she has unknowingly achieved the motto of all forensic scientists.

——The right to live, speak for the dead.

Lin Fan is undoubtedly one of the best.

Song Yuhang closed the notebook and wiped out the little water in her eyes, and her gaze fell on the gum bottle again.

The first time I saw her eating candy was the night after Ding Xue was dissected.

She was wearing a tank top and hot pants, with her hair draped over her shoulders wet, and she straightened her arms: "Gum, two pieces?"

Later, I occasionally saw her carrying this bottle when she went out to work until Wuli Town.

Lin Fan gave it to her. She thought she would not pick it up, but she reached out and took it. At that moment, a panic flashed in Lin Fan's eyes and could not escape her eyes.

Song Yuhang recalled the look in his eyes, and felt a little bit in her heart. She unscrewed the lid of the chewing gum, and there were only two pieces left in it.

Two slices of mint candy didn't look different. Song Yuhang picked up one of them and put it in his mouth. He frowned and spit out a tissue from the table.

so bitter.

This is not sugar at all, it is medicine.

How did she manage to eat the noodles without changing the color every time.

Song Yuhang squeezed the gum bottle and ran to the laboratory.

Fang Xin started the machine, put on his gloves, and put the two pills into the petri dish separately: "Team Song, I will make it for you in a hurry in the afternoon, but it will be night soon."

Song Yuhang nodded, the bitterness lingering in his mouth: "Okay, I'm sorry to trouble you, and I want you to work overtime again."

"It's okay, just a little effort."

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She almost didn't want to work all afternoon, but fortunately there were no big cases recently.

Song Yuhang rejoiced and waited nervously until the evening, when Fang Xin sent a message to her and asked her to go to the laboratory.

She stood up and ran, almost tripping over a chair.

Fang Xin took the two-page paper report and returned the test material that had been crushed into powder: "Two medicines, with different ingredients, one is..."

She paused, then said: "The specific medicine for Guillain-Barre syndrome has not yet been marketed in China. I have specifically consulted my tutor in college to confirm it."

Fang Xin handed her a thin piece of paper, and Song Yuhang looked at the adverse reactions listed above and his hands began to tremble.

Insomnia, hair loss, vomiting, loss of appetite...

She closed her eyes, her apple tumbling up and down, trying to calm herself down.

"What about one more?"

Fang Xin looked at her face and hesitated, "This medicine is also not on the market in China. I asked my pharmacy classmates. It contains a large amount of γ-hydroxybutyric acid. It is often used to treat symptoms caused by bipolar disorder. A series of complications, including insomnia, depression, alcohol dependence, hypersexuality, etc."

Song Yuhang turned his back, his shoulders trembling slightly.

Fang Xin pulled a tissue from the table to her: "Team Song..."

Song Yuhang took it and made two moves: "It's okay, it's okay, thank you, I hope you are still going on today..."

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone."

Song Yuhang shook his head and held the two pieces of paper tightly in his hands: "No, don't tell Lin Fan, I know this."

Fang Xin was stunned, and then he understood her good intentions. Sister Lin's stubborn person might not be able to accept the fact that she has biphasic.

Song Yuhang not only treated her extremely well, but also protected her self-esteem strictly.

Fang Xin suddenly sighed: "Okay, I see."

Song Yuhang reluctantly smiled, and took the inspection report and went out: "Thank you, I invite you to dinner with Duan Cheng and Lao Zheng another day."

She walked to the empty office, turned on the shredder, put the two pieces of paper in together, closed her eyes slightly, and her shoulders shook violently as she listened to the buzzing sound of the machine.

Only then did I dare to let my emotions sink for a while.

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She didn't drive a car, and didn't ask to drive on behalf of her. Instead, she got on a bus going home.

When she occasionally failed the exam or was in a low mood as a student, Song Yuhang always sat on the dangling bus alone like this, looking at the neon city outside the window, as if he could take her far away.

But this time, she sat in the last row, but instead of looking out the window, she stared at the phone.

"What is the cause of the onset of bipolar disorder?"

"Can bipolar disorder be cured?"

"Patients with bipolar disorder must take medication for life?"

...

She slid the screen with her fingertips, there were a lot of search pages, and shared and talked about some bipolar patients.

Song Yuhang put his finger between his eyebrows and squeezed it vigorously. The driver reminded that the terminal was reached.

She was taken aback, did she reach the terminal so soon?

Song Yuhang got off the car with the bag, stared at the familiar environment around him, and his memories came overwhelmingly.

She never thought that the bus terminal where she went home would actually be her home, Qingshan Villa.

Walking up the long mountain road, the villas were hidden in the green mountains and green waters, and she and her had a fight here.

That rainy night is the beginning of all stories.

Song Yuhang saw her skill, her courage, her charming, and her sexy.

For the first time, I also saw the softness wrapped in her hard shell.

When she was lying in the stagnant water and crying quietly, when she sat up and trembling to gather the clothes that were torn apart by her.

Song Yuhang's heart was like being scratched by a cat's paw.

She thought, maybe from then on, she started to have a good impression of her.

Will unconsciously pay attention to her, care about her, and take care of her. At that time, she always thought it was the guilt after beating someone, but she didn't expect...

Song Yuhang shook his head, once again regretting his slowness.

The nursery in front of the villa, which was destroyed by their fight, was replaced with new plants and planted with thriving sunflowers.

Song Yuhang walked over, grabbed a sunflower seed from the plump sunflower compote, peeled the shell and stuffed it into his mouth. It was so sweet, the bitterness brought by the medicinal taste was finally diluted.

She peeled some more, wrapped it in toilet paper, thinking about bringing it to her when she went to see Lin Fan, although she could not eat it.

What she didn't know was that in the morning after their fight, Lin Fan got up, and the housekeeper ran to her and asked her, "Miss, what are you growing in the garden?"

Lin Wei looked at the sky outside, and the morning sun jumped out of the horizon, casting a dappled light on the floor.

There will always be sunny days after wind and rain.

She casually said: "Sunflower."

When she said these words, she thought of the police officer's face for a moment, thought of her not so bright but gentle smile, and thought of the faint smell of sunlight on her clothes.

Lin Wei was taken aback and wanted to change her mouth. The butler had already run away. She smiled and continued to button her shirt.

Forget it, the sunflower is the sunflower, which is also very good.

Song Yuhang knew that there was no one in her house at night, and she should go back, but still went to the door of the villa in a ghostly manner, and rapped the doorbell.

After the long beep passed, a mechanical sound came from the door: "Hello, the master is not at home, please leave a message after the beep."

He also played it several times in both Chinese and English. How much does Lin Wei hate someone to bother her?

Song Yuhang laughed, turned around to leave, but saw the fingerprint holder under the entrance guard again.

Not knowing which tendon was wrong, she put her index finger on it.

"Didi——" With a soft sound, the door opened.

Song Yuhang paled.

She clearly remembered that after staying at Lin Wei's house that night, she got up early in the morning and was ready to go to work.

She was a little curious about the door, and put her index finger on it.

Lin Fan was shocked: "Don't press it randomly, it will remember it automatically!"

He flicked her hand away, but her fingerprints were already left on the electronic screen.

Delete or save?

Lin was annoyed and desperate: "Who told you to move my door? Who told you to move my door? Why do you want to leave your fingerprints and enter the house privately?!"

Song Yuhang looked innocent: "Sorry... it's too high-tech, so..."

That fingerprint, she thought she deleted it, but didn't expect it to be retained?

It turned out that Lin Fan had already given her the greatest trust in her ability so long ago.

Obviously at that time, they were nothing.

Song Yuhang's eyes were hot, and he walked inside.

She didn't know what she wanted to do in pursuit of her traces today?

She sat by the pool and took photos, and sent her photos.

She wanted to set the photo as a screensaver, but she gave it up after all, because her possessiveness was at work.

She was so enchanting, **** and glamorous, she didn't want to be seen by others, so she turned into a chat background between two people.

Song Yuhang walked inside, opened the glass door and stepped into the hall.

On the left hand side is the cloakroom, where she once stood looking for her uniform.

On the right is the open kitchen, where she once made her a bowl of marinated noodles with tomatoes.

She eats deliciously.

Song Yuhang was a little ashamed. She thought that she would learn to cook with her mother during this period, and she should eat better in the future.

Song Yuhang walked up the stairs, remembering that she picked her up from the sofa, Lin Fan was holding her neck while talking sour words in her ear to stimulate her.

"Hello rubbish, I can't hold it for less than a hundred catties. Last time a man ran upstairs and downstairs naked while holding me..."

Song Yuhang laughed, shook his head, and pushed her bedroom away. Now I don't know if she still said this sentence?

However, if she really said...

Song Yuhang's eyes were dim, and according to his temper, he would probably hold her and run upstairs and downstairs ten times.

No way, I'm accustomed to being competitive.

The bedroom is very simple. She noticed it last time. There are no extra slippers in the room. Nothing is repetitive and emotional.

In the media, she is said to be improper, sloppy, and indulgent...

But for a true promiscuity person, condoms should be the most kept in the bedside table, not medical books and magazines.

Song Yuhang had mixed feelings in his heart, closed the door and walked out.

Next to her is her study room. Song Yuhang pressed the switch on the wall, and the room was brightly lit and suddenly enlightened.

The area of ​​the study is larger than her bedroom, and there are simple fitness equipment such as treadmills beside the floor-to-ceiling windows. I can completely imagine her coming to relax for a while when she is tired from work.

The corner of Song Yuhang's lips showed a soft curve, and she picked up the pen she had fallen on the ground and put it on the desk.

A thick stack of post-it notes on the table attracted her attention, and there was a transparent glass jar beside it. Song Yuhang picked it up and shook it.

It's Qianzhihe. Does she still have hobbies like this kind of little girl?

Song Yuhang laughed and unscrewed the glass bottle cap, but accidentally dropped one out. She picked it up and wanted to put it in, but was suddenly startled. Through the light, she vaguely saw the words on it.

She felt tight, and quickly opened it on the table, with an unfamiliar name written on the crumpled paper.

It was Lin Fan's handwriting, she was puzzled, and poured some out of the glass bottle and opened them one by one.

Now she understood.

"Ding Xue."

"Li Shiping."

"He Miao."

"Wu Wei."

"Wei Lin."

...

Holding these crumpled sticky notes of different colors, she began to tremble, her lips trembled, and tears fell.

These... these are all cases she has handled and the remains of anatomy.

She seemed unkind and indifferent, but she missed them in the most primitive and simple way, and remembered their names.

There were many glass jars like this in Lin Fei's window. Song Yuhang couldn't bear it anymore, and ran out.

She had never had such a strong desire to see her, now immediately, never before.

Song Yuhang ran to the foot of the mountain in one breath, stopped a taxi, and went straight to the hospital.

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"Why didn't you tell me you were sick?"

Lin Fan leaned on the bed, originally lying down. Seeing that Lin Youyuan had come in, the nurse felt that he did not respect the chairman of the board, so he shook the bed in again.

She also inserted a nasogastric feeding tube, with an infusion needle attached to the back of her hand, quietly folding a thousand paper cranes.

Lin Youyuan watched her move, her body is recovering now, even a piece of paper can't be folded.

"Go back to Jingtai, get medical treatment, and don't go out to work anymore. I will greet your leaders from Jiangcheng City Bureau."

Imperative tone.

Lin Yan turned a deaf ear, but she became a little impatient with her origami, but no matter how much she tossed, her fingers were so weak that she couldn't even leave a crease.

Lin Youyuan looked at her with disgust in her eyes: "Look at your dying look. If you have the same virtue as your mother, I should let you die outside. Living also lost my Lin family. face."

Lin Fan's fingers began to tremble, and she was sweating in cold sweats, and it hadn't been a few days since she was awake, far from the time she could speak freely.

Lin Youyuan looked at her right, both soft and hard: "I asked Professor Wang, Green Barley is not hereditary. When you get better, I will arrange for the general manager of Xingye to meet with you. If you succeed, you will get married as soon as possible. After marriage, don’t worry about it, and be your CEO at home and be your husband and son."

As soon as Lin Youyuan's voice fell, the paper in Lin Fei's hand was torn in half with a "stab". She looked over suddenly, her voice blocked up, but her eyes were red and staring at him. There are bloodshot eyes.

The eyes were harsh and cold, as if to tear him apart.

Lin Youyuan smiled: "You can't twist your thighs with your arms. Didn't you know that 14 years ago? If you insist on resisting, I don't mind what you experienced 14 years ago and let you experience it again."

Lin Nian gritted her teeth and tasted a tinge of blood on the tip of her tongue. She was breathing heavily, her breathing as heavy as a bellows.

She popped a few words between her teeth: "You, don't, move, her."

Lin Youyuan's face again showed a smile like a bamboo in his chest. Others saw him as a kind and enthusiastic public welfare boss. In her opinion, he was the devil, the devil who crawled out of hell.

Lin Fan gritted his teeth and watched him turn around in his wheelchair: "It depends on what you do."

As soon as he left, the data on the monitor fluctuated violently. Lin Fei fell on his back on the bed, twitching all over, and the paper between his fingers fell to the ground lightly.

"Miss, miss, come on!" Seeing the situation is not good, the nurse rushed out and called the doctor.