Is there anyone in this world who treats you as your life and you treat him as sick?

The world has endless scenery, and he has the immortal mood to love you...

*

"Miss, do you need something to drink?"

The gentle and sweet voice of the flight attendant sounded above his head, recalling Jiang Yimian's slightly drifting thoughts.

She shook her head and smiled, "Thank you."

After the flight attendant left, she collapsed in her seat boredly and pulled out two leaflets from her bag. She was forced to be frustrated by someone on the way to the airport.

She rarely looks at such things carefully, and only takes them when she can't find something that she can hate.

Of course, I just look at it and think about which side of it will be more beautiful when the origami boat is exposed later.

This is one of her habits. She likes to fold things when she is bored.

In Jiang Yimian's eyes, everything can be broken.

I folded a paper boat, two little frogs, and three little pig's trotters...

Suddenly, a very light laugh came from beside him.

Jiang Yimian subconsciously turned to look, and her beautiful almond's eyes were full of doubts.

Who is mocking me?

With eyes facing each other, the man tried to keep his smile as much as possible, "It's very cute, your hands are very clever."

She raised her eyebrows and refused to comment.

"Do you go to Los Angeles to study?" He saw that she was very young.

Ripped jeans, pure white T-shirt, a baseball cap on her head, the pattern is a cute little skull, the brim of the hat is very low, he can only see her milky brown lips and the shallow dimples that appear and disappear from time to time when speaking. He feels like a very personality girl, who loves to play, and it should be easy to get involved.

The man thought about it and heard her say, "On a business trip."

Her voice was crisp, like a lark.

"You're already working?!" It doesn't look like, "What kind of work do you do?"

After a pause of origami's hand, Jiang Yimian turned his head to look at him, and his index finger pressed the brim of the hat from bottom to top, revealing a pair of spiritual eyes, and a faint smile.

The man watched and breathed stagnant.

It was a small, pretty, energetic face, big eyes, three-dimensional facial features, and graceful lines, like Cremona violin.

Jiang Yimian's appearance is not suitable to describe it as "beautiful", but more cute.

The forehead is full, the nose is upright, and the facial features are all very beautiful. When combined together, it makes people feel very comfortable.

There are mostly two types of beauty in women, one is jealous and the other is likeable.

Jiang Yimian is the latter.

She has a little baby fat, and has a small round face, so chubby that makes people feel like they are pinching her hands.

Men also have this kind of impulse when they move their fingertips slightly.

So cute that he is foul...

Taking all his reactions into his eyes, Miss Jiang blinked and threw out two words, "Guess."

"Well..." the man pondered for a moment and asked tentatively, "Preschool teacher?"

I feel that she should be very fond of children.

Jiang Yimian shook her head.

Kids and so on are the most annoying.

"Is that a nurse?"

“Related.”

"Doctor? Is it right?" the man chuckled, feeling that he had guessed correctly.

Jiang Yimian also smiled, shook the little skull on the zipper of the backpack, and said to him like a prank, "That's right, but most of the people I've seen are dead."

man:"……"

The smile gradually solidifies.

"Miss, you...you are so humorous..." Rushu wiped his sweat.

"I didn't joke with you, I'm serious." In order to prove that what she said was true, Miss Jiang explained in detail to the gentleman who was brave enough to approach her, a case that she had once been dissected by her, "a bloody case caused by acquiring a chat." The victim was a man who met the murderer from the professional perspective of forensics.

Then--

Jiang Yimian enjoyed unprecedented tranquility along the way, allowing her to continue her origami career with peace of mind.

Greeting and congratulations.

*

Jiang Yimian did not have ambition to be a forensic doctor since childhood.

Unlike most policemen who have ideals, who are dedicated to upholding justice and pursue the truth, she was not at the beginning because of those positive reasons.

At first, she wanted to be a forensic doctor just to have a gamble.

The matter starts when she was 5 years old.

At that time, my grandfather took her to visit a family family. There was a big brother in that family who was very beautiful. More importantly, he had a pair of equally beautiful hands, which made her so happy that she pestered him to play with her. Jiang Yimian still remembers that the spring breeze that the brother smiled when he said the first sentence to her, and the gentle and charming voice was then blinded.

He asked her what she wanted to play, and she said she would coax the doll to sleep.

He told her that there was a way to make the doll sleep sweeter and sweeter than before.

Although he thought the other person's words were a bit weird at the time, but his face was too deceptive, so Jiang Yimian was so confused that he handed over the doll that he regarded as his biological daughter.

Then, the point is here.

The handsome and charming young master who smiled the previous second dismembered her beloved doll in front of her.

Limbs! Untie!

What's even more terrifying is that he also explained while removing it, telling her where the arteries and veins are. If he pulls it gently, the doll will immediately have pierced intestines and rotten stomachs.

When the originally exquisite doll became unrecognizable in his hands, he still smiled and said to Jiang Yimian, "Look, how well she slept, you no longer have to worry about her waking up."

Princess Jiang was scared to pee on the spot.

It was then that she decided to become a forensic doctor, a warrior who was fearless no matter how bloody the anatomical scene was.

But after she came into contact with this industry, her heart was gradually touched.

Some people believe that forensic medicine in medicine is like a suburban house far away from a bustling town. Medicine studying corpses gives people a feeling of tributary and end.

But Jiang Yimian didn't think so. She felt that the forensic doctor was the last person to speak for the deceased.

This job is to safeguard the rights of the deceased, think about problems from the standpoint of the deceased, and listen to the true voice of the deceased.

The only difference between a corpse and a living person is that it is silent.

The living will lie.

The silent corpse will never...

*

15:00

The plane arrived in Los Angeles.

A city that is no worse than other cities, a city of wealth, prosperity, self-esteem, a city of loss, frustration, emptiness.

This is not the first time Jiang Yimian has come.

After getting off the plane, she went to pick up her luggage.

There was a sticker of a skull on her suitcase, which was easy to recognize.

Dragging a big box out of the airport, Los Angeles in June was already invaded by the heat. Jiang Yimian couldn't help but lower the brim of the hat. The bun on the back was forced to tilt upwards. A few hairs left the team and fell down and hung on her fair neck. She didn't care and walked forward with big strides.

She raised her hand and waved a taxi to take it in, and she fluently reported an address in English.

This time she came to Los Angeles to communicate and study with her master with forensic doctors abroad. Her master arrived two days ago and stayed in the hotel.

She had a psychological slightest concern about staying in a hotel and was not at ease at home, so her third brother Jiang Lan helped her to set up a nest here in advance.

Standing in front of a hotel-style apartment in the city center, Jiang Yimian praised her third brother in his heart.

The room she lives in is on the 16th floor. When she left the elevator, she found that the door to the next room was open, and there were several movers making things. It seemed that they were residents who had just moved in. There was a man standing in the entrance hall with a tall back, wide shoulders, narrow buttocks, and a perfect figure. He just didn't know how his face looked.

Jiang Yimian didn't look at it much, so he took the key and opened the door.

The skull-shaped keychain collided with the red cherries on it, and it sounded like a fight and jingled.

Bang--

It was not until the sound of closing the door that the man slowly turned sideways and revealed a face that was inverted by all beings.
To be continued...