A bright pink sedan was parked in the underground parking lot, which was so arrogant that it was Jiang Yimian's "mount".

Jiang Lan knew that she preferred pink and prepared it for her.

Putting the on-site investigation box on the co-pilot, Jiang Yimian looked at the location on the map and opened the navigation.

She hasn't set foot here since something happened here three years ago, and she is still somewhat unfamiliar.

The car was driving smoothly on the road, and the lights emitted by the two-way traffic were almost connected into two beams of light. The body of the vehicle along the way was lit by yellow and green lights, which was very beautiful.

The crime scene was in the suburbs. The further forward, the more desolate Jiang Yimian felt.

From time to time, a window with a bright yellow light appeared around, looking lonely, like the last orange hanging on a tree.

After about forty minutes' drive, Jiang Yimian parked the car at the foot of a mountain and saw the police car and the cordon lightly floating in the wind from afar.

She got out of the car with a box and walked up a winding mountainous avenue. The leaves were rustling by the evening breeze, and finally made people feel a hint of coolness of the night.

Widths of mist were chasing the stars in the low sky. Several tenacious wild flowers on the earth slope stood up like naughty children who refused to sleep. They were shaking their heads and shook their heads by the wind, adding a little fun and reducing a little horrifying gloom.

As he approached the crime scene, Jiang Yimian saw a little policewoman holding a tree trunk and vomiting. Under the moonlight, her face was pale and terrible.

She thought that the other party should have just graduated not long ago.

Corpse always gives people a shocking feeling, in all senses.

"Xiaomian, here!" Among the group of foreigners, one of the eastern holes was very eye-catching.

Round head, round face, round belly, round eyes.

The man is about fifty years old, white and fat, with layers of chins piled up peacefully on his collar.

Liang Qiu wore a forearm fixing cover with one hand and waved at Jiang Yimian with the other uninjured hand.

"Master, be careful." Jiang Yimian reminded kindly, "If your arm is also injured, you can only drink with a straw."

“…”

The smile on Liang Qiu's face froze, and he cursed the dead girl in his heart to deceive his master and destroy his ancestors.

"I'll introduce you to Dr. Colby."

The man in front of him was very tall, light and thin, wearing a mask on his face, covering most of his face. He could only see the tall nose bridge, deep eye sockets and a pair of light golden eyes unique to Westerners. He was filled with silence, which was a kind of silence that was not a living person. It was quiet to the bones and made people feel cold on their backs.

It seemed as if he could watch the lion tear people into pieces indifferently, or he could watch the dying man wailing without being moved.

His eyes were very deep, the bottomless one, just like the eyes of a sleepwalker who took sleeping pills.

This pair of eyes will remind people of a well. You can throw a stone in and stand beside you and wait and listen to the sound. Just as you are about to give up and turn and leave, a faint splash of water comes from the bottom of the well. The sound is so small and far away that you can't believe that there is such a deep well in the world.

His eyes were so deep.

Looking at him, Jiang Yimian inexplicably remembered "Dexter Morgan" in "Bloodthirsty Forensic".

This thought suddenly came out and hit her, and it came out for no reason, just like a brick suddenly fell and hit her head.

Her mind opened up the sky, but she greeted the other person calmly, and her smile was still sweet, "Hello."

Her gaze slid without a trace and fell on Colby's gloved hand.

The fingers are slender and beautifully shaped.

She guessed that his hands should also look very nice.

Colby didn't respond too much, but just nodded slightly and went for an autopsy. Jiang Yimian put on a mask and followed him, but Liang Qiu pulled him to the side and muttered quietly, "Learn from others, this is the treasure of the town bureau hired by the Los Angeles Police Department. You will follow him these days."

"Is it that amazing?" Jiang Yimian was curious, "Aren't you also called modern Song Ci?"

"Oh... why are they young and promising..."

At the age of 33, the number of dissections exceeded 3,000, and he was only about 2,000 when he was the other party.

Liang Qiu was very pleased when he glanced at Jiang Yimian beside him.

According to this girl's perverted level, she has someone to succeed...

Jiang Yimian was completely unaware that he had been labeled as a "pervert". He focused on autopsy work, with clear eyes and no fear on his face.

The deceased is a woman in her 30s, with multiple knife wounds on her abdomen, and her face was scratched by sharp weapons. The scars were crisscrossed, and her death was a bit miserable.

Jiang Yimian held his eyes, and the dimples beside his cheeks had not appeared for a long time.

When she decided to be a forensic doctor, she knew she was going to face all kinds of deaths.

But even though she was ready, she couldn't help but feel turbulent every time she heard someone die.

When she was young, she didn't understand how heavy it was to die. Now, she felt that death was nothingness. Just like her state before she was born, other people and things in the world were still there, only she was gone. This state was death, nothingness.

Eternal beauty is brilliant, but ruthless; the beauty of life is ever-changing, but it is finally ashes.

Maybe……

There are always some lives that are destined to be shaken off by the world, just like the feathers left in the camp every day.

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The preliminary autopsy was completed and the possibility of suicide was ruled out, and the body was transported back to the police station for dissection.

Jiang Yimian was originally here to learn and communicate, so she didn't need to do anything to dissect her, but after they returned to the police station, the police then received a report. Colby went to the crime scene, and the body here could only be left to her and Liang Qiu to take charge.

But Liang Qiu yelled at his wife two days before going abroad, and was beaten to "seriously injured". Therefore, this glorious and arduous task fell on Jiang Yimian.

From autopsy to dissection, Jiang Yimian added up to several hours, and was hungry and tired, and almost couldn't stand when it was finally over.

On the way home, she found that the city was not as foggy as the suburbs, and the stars in the sky were not as bright as those on the other side, as they were inlaid with metal fake stars on black velvet.

Dragging his tired body into the elevator, the "scrubbing" sound from the soles of the shoes and the ground was particularly clear at night.

She looked down at the dial of the watch, and the slightly shiny hand showed that it was almost midnight.

She covered her lips and yawned and walked out of the elevator. Before she could put her hands down, she accidentally ran into Feng Beiting in the corridor.

He stood at the door of his house, with his back against the wall, and the lights in the corridor drew a layer of soft light on him, and his face became softer.

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ps: Because I was afraid of being killed, I changed the introduction and lost a little soul O(∩_∩)O Haha~ I sent the missing part to show you it's enjoyable~

[The first time I was kidnapped] Jiang Yimian was so scared that she was trembling even with her fingertips. The man beside the bed was smoking slowly, his posture was leisurely and casual. He smiled, "Mianmian, long time no see."

【The second time I was kidnapped】 She was captured by him, her wrist, her voice was full of anger, and the storm was about to come, "You'd better hide your love for him and don't let me discover it!"

【The third time I was kidnapped】The man was drunk, but he staggered to the bathroom, muttering quietly, "My home doesn't like the smell of wine, go and wash it off..."
Chapter completed!