Chapter 363 The first time I met, I am Feng Mu
Bai Ye's fingers trembled and moved on Chen Yang's charred body. The cold touch penetrated into his skin through the gloves, as if the deceased's resentment was following the tips of his fingers Climb up and wrap around his heart.
He forced himself to concentrate and carefully examine each wound, but the scene of Chen Yang seeking him help a few days ago was constantly replaying in his mind.
That ambitious face, those promises...
Now, it has all become coke exactly the same as that report, like some silent mockery, mocking His stupidity and arrogance.
"Puncture the lungs, burn them..." Bai Ye whispered in a low voice, with an unconcealable panic in his voice.
"Why did I choose to help Chen Yang? Damn it, it doesn't matter. What's important is that everything develops differently from what Chen Yang told me?"
Bai Ye no Knowing something went wrong, he wanted to ask Chen Yang to find out, but Chen Yang was lying on his morgue, waiting for him to speak out for justice.
Forensic doctor, a profession that speaks for dead people? ! !
"Soul is light, soul is light, Chen Yang, you deserve to die, you deserve to die, but why are you really dead?"
Bai Ye's heart was in a mess, and his hand holding the pen kept shaking. Sweat slid down the corner of his forehead and dripped on the white paper page, dizzying with blurred water marks.
"Forensic Bai, when will the report come out?"
Dong Ping pushed the door and covered his nose with a frown and urged him,
"The body I have to take it to the incineration plant later, so don’t delay the process.”
Bai Ye reluctantly came back to his senses, looked up at Dong Ping, and squeezed out a smile that made him feel ugly: "Soon, soon... Give me some more time."
Dong Ping nodded and was about to leave.
However, just as he turned around, Bai Ye suddenly grabbed his sleeve as if he was suddenly driven by some force.
The fingers were so hard that Dong Ping almost beat him up.
"Constable Dong, wait, can you tell me what's going on, why Chen Yang died, and what kind of character is that person named Feng Mu?"
Bai Ye asked quickly, his voice full of anxiety and anxiety.
Dong Ping turned around, with a complicated expression on his face.
He stared at Bai Ye for a few seconds, with a look of pity in his eyes, and a hint of mockery.
He laughed and shook his head: "Don't you know? Feng Mu is the son of Team Feng? Then you dare to help Chen Yang. Oh yes, it's because I thought it a little bit before, Chen Yang is also a stupid person. ”
Bai Ye's face froze instantly, and the blood faded from his face. He choked his throat and asked stammeringly: "Feng...Feng Team? So, was Feng Team Feng who helped Feng Mu get rid of the crime?" Dong Ping had a deep meaning Patting Bai Ye's shoulder, as if he had seen the scene of the latter and Chen Yang lying side by side. A curl of evil taste appeared on the corner of his mouth, but he didn't explain much, and said quietly:
"No." , it was Li Shang and Team Li who exposes Chen Yang's trick. "
Bai Ye's face turned green in an instant, and his mind was filled with questions. He lowered his head to meet Chen Yang's eyes burned into black holes, and his body suddenly hit him A chill.
Forensic doctor, what to say to the deceased? But Qu Ni ~
Bai Yu took out a pen with sweat and wrote it quickly on the autopsy report. He quickly sprinkled thousands of words, with reasonable and evidence, and logical closed-loop about Chen Yang The report of self-immolation for fear of crime is freshly released.
Dong Ping looked at the report in his hand and his face twitched. With his experience as a senior detective, he could not see the loophole in the autopsy report.
Forensic Bai Ye is so terrifying!
Dong Ping was amazed in his heart, and he gave Bai Ye a thumbs up: "This report is very good, very good."
Bai Ye wiped the sweat beads on his forehead, forced a bitter smile, and said modestly, "Where is it all, it's my profession..." After a pause, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, finally raised his head, with his eyes in his eyes With a little expectation, a little bitterness, a little thorough despair: "So, Constable Dong... do you think I still have the possibility of rescuing it?" >At five o'clock in the morning, Bai Ye walked out of the police room with his tired body. The coldness of the morning was like an invisible hand, gently patting his face.
His mind was still in a daze, and Chen Yang's charred face couldn't get rid of it in his mind, like a cervix attached to the bones that made him breathless.
He mechanically got into the car, started the engine, drove out of the parking lot, and slowly merged into the empty street.
At this time, the city seemed to be still sleeping, the streets were empty, and there were only a few sporadic lamps on the upper city, illuminating the darkness of the lower city.
Bai Ye's eyes were dissipated, and the force of holding the steering wheel was sometimes light and sometimes heavy. Chen Yang's death and the forged autopsy report kept replaying in his mind.
Every word on the report was like a carving knife, grinding his nerves one by one.
Feng Mu, the name that he had never met before, was like a knife hanging above his head and could fall down at any time.
He could even imagine that he was only one step away from lying on his favorite anatomy table.
The car drove into the underground garage, and the light was dim and it was so quiet that even a needle could be heard falling to the ground.
No mistakes, one poem, one post, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one read!
The light column of the headlight swept across the wall, casting broken shadows, like torn black cloth, shaking and twisting on the wall as the car moves.
Bai Ye parked the car, pushed open the car door, and walked towards the unit building with heavy steps.
Just as he reached out to hold the unit door handle, his gaze suddenly caught a trace of abnormality.
In the dim light, there was a shadow at his feet.
That shadow is not his.
Bai Ye's movement suddenly stopped, his whole body stiffened like a stone. His fingers were still holding the unit door handle, stiffening in the air, even his breathing in his throat was frozen
"Don't move."
A low voice sounded in his ears, which was as cold as if it had just been taken out of the ice cellar. Before he could finish his words, a cold muzzle hit his back.
Bai Ye's pupils suddenly contracted, and the heartbeat in his chest instantly lost control.
He felt like he fell into an ice cave, and the cold sweat on his back almost made his shirt wet in an instant.
The cold touch of the muzzle pierced his skin, which was very similar to a dagger piercing Chen Yang's lungs on the autopsy report.
"Go along with me, the minister wants to see you."
The sound rang again, like the verdict before the execution of the death penalty, cold and unquestionable.
Bai Ye swallowed his saliva, his throat dry as if it had been burned by fire. He slowly released the unit door handle and raised his hands, his movements stiff and slow.
Bai Ye did not resist. He knew that resistance would only make him die faster. He was a forensic doctor and could only kill people on paper. In reality, he could not move any martial arts.
He was shot toward a black car, the door was pulled open, and he bent down and sat in.
Inside the car, Feng Mu sat in the back seat, with a calm expression and gentle eyes, as if he was just waiting for an old friend.
"Thank you for the hard work for Forensic Bai. I met for the first time. I am Feng Mu. I took the liberty to visit without notice. I hope you don't take it wrong."
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(The end of this chapter)
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