The Tang Dynasty’s Female Forensic Doctor

“Dr. Van, the test report has been made. Please sign it. ”

In the office, a man from Sven Joon-soo wore a white coat, a white face, and a tall nose beam with semi-black framed glasses, minus a few joon-soo, appeared gentle and capable.

After a while, nobody answered, but the man seemed to know that the so-called Dr. Van must have been there, reached out and banged on the door several times, and raised his voice, "Dr. Van? ”

“Okay, put it here first.” There is a formulaic female voice in a pile of documents at the desk.

“Dr. Van, Captain Lee of the Criminal Investigation Team has been rushed several times, please hurry.” The man carefully removed some of the documents from the full desk and put them on top of him. At the end of the day, he was relieved to press them against an ancient and fragrant yarn platform on the table.

The man sighed and if he didn't sign it over, Captain Lee was expected to come and kill him.

Remembering Captain Li's impatient appearance, the man immediately reminded him again, "Dr. Van, I pressed the document with Yantai, please sign it as soon as possible. ”

In a thick pile of documents, I lifted a sophisticated face like a porcelain doll, with a beautiful frown, and the voice flat said, "I know, I'll personally send the documents tomorrow morning. ”

Assistant Zhang received a clear answer, which reassured him. He turned around and wondered whether it was a shame or a compliment. He said that there were three kinds of people in the world, men, women, and women doctors. So a female doctor like Yan Yan with a double doctorate should be a fighter jet in the doctorate! Unfortunately, that exquisite face may have been faced with the corpse for a little while, seemingly dead-end, as if there was no female hormone secretion, so it is still the unquestioned Virgin.

In the office, Van Yan was busy until evening to relieve herself. When she got up to make tea, she saw the autopsy report pressed by Yantai and put down the cup in her hand. She sat back in position and picked up the report and looked at it.

In this case, there were five victims, five members of a family, who, according to the wound examination on the body, were massacred, two of whom were sexually assaulted... Van Frowned, looking at the last two lines, fatally wounded with a knife wound measuring 1.3 cm wide and 7 cm long?

Did someone re-autopsy you, or did someone tamper with the autopsy report?

Valjen put down the report, picked up the phone of the seat, dialed the extension number, the sound of the beep - beep - in it came, after a long time, no one answered the phone, Valjen glanced at the clock on the wall, at 23: 40, everyone else left work except the door.

While it has been determined that the report has been tampered with privately, there are also a number of forensic teams who consider themselves senior personnel who are persistent, re-tested, and not impossible. Valjen always adheres to due diligence and must verify the confirmation again. Grab the white coat hanging by the door, put it on your body quickly, then take the gloves, mask, and prepare to go to the morgue.

But when he walked to the door, Valjen suddenly stopped, turned around and printed a copy of the report on the photocopier, pressed it under the platform, and locked the manuscript into the safe.

After all this was done, Valjen went out again. She walked away and analyzed the purpose of this person's tampering with the autopsy report. The report required her signature before it could be used as evidence. The tampering was so obvious, she would surely see it at a glance...

“Shit.” Valjen whispered, pressed the elevator's hand loose and hurried to run outside.

If that person knew he was going to be seen and did it, it would most likely be to lure her to come back for another test! So... the killer is after her!

However, she had not taken two steps, and a strong wind struck behind her, banging, and something hard hit her in the back of the head.

Valjen only felt that there was something hot in the back of her brain flowing behind her neck, and she gave up crying for help, because this was the morgue on the basement floor, which had first-rate acoustic insulation, and now it was night, and her chances of being rescued were negative.

The thing that struck her fell into several flaps on the ground, and she subconsciously wanted to look back at the killer, but her neck was grabbed from behind.

Valjen could feel that the man was wearing rubber gloves. He seems to be a masterful murderer, and this morgue is generally inaccessible, so he's more likely to be another forensic physician on the team.

“Originally, my plan was unbroken, but it's no wonder I let you get a clue from the wound!” Mori's cold voice cooled down and passed on later.

Sound familiar, confirms Valjen's idea, is her assistant.

Valjen smiled cold, withstood the pain and the feeling of hair loss, tried to organize the language, “Assistant Zhang, you... underestimated me too much, I accidentally died in your hands... but you couldn't escape. ”

A click, maybe a broken cervical vertebra, Valjen couldn't detect anything else. All she remembered was that before she fell, she saw the split guyantai on the ground, a birthday present from her mother as an archaeologist.

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Early in the summer of June, early in the morning, Suzhou City was covered in smoke and rain, misty, cloudy, with lofty eaves, occasional flying corners breaking through the mist, Dawa white walls, green stone alleys, or deep or shallow, or far or near, forming a beautiful ink painting with the willows on the shore.

However, four or five miles south of here, the atmosphere within the city is very different.

Beneath the foothills surrounded by trees, there is a village in the middle of a large flat farmland, only 40 families, the cooking smoke floats in the rain fog, surrounded by strange traffic, the chicken dog smells, the house is short and broken, only two houses in the middle are tall and beautiful, similar to the workshop house, which is extremely prominent, one is the village shrine and the other is the village house.

The Zhuangzi Hall in the capital is deep, the door is well carved, the yard is not very large, the wind can blow directly into the main house from the aisle, the wood slab in the house is laid on the ground some tide, the whole house is extremely shady, the curtain is like infiltrated water, it appears extremely heavy.

Her face swelled on the grass seat, her eyes widened and she looked incredibly at the situation in front of her: an ancient and fragrant room, lying on a wooden platform slightly taller than the ground beside her, surrounded by fine bamboo curtains, surrounding the sleeping area, under her layers of thick grass, covered with water and pink silk and thin satin, the mattress with soda embroidery pills, elegant and exquisite.

She remembered herself and was about to go to the morgue for an autopsy, but someone... murdered her! And the third and fourth cervical vertebrae are damaged, even if fortunately they don't die, they have to be paralyzed...

Her face stood up in surprise, her head fainted for a moment, many images flashed, in the image she was an ancient woman, Datang, Jinguan During the year, she was a famous maiden, her birth mother passed away, began to wrap up ill five years ago...

The images, like the quickly switching slides, poured in too much information, causing her headache to crack and her newly raised body to collapse again.

After biting his teeth for a long time, the pain retreated like a tide, and his face groaned with ease.

Even so, she captured some of the ancient memories in her mind - the seventeen ladies of the Valhall, named after herself, also known as Valjen, who was sent to Zhuangzi two years ago to rest because of her illness.

It's better to say that it's a tranquility than a "frontier".

“Lie to me...” Van Muang muttered to himself, clearly like in ancient times.

She's a total atheist, and for things like that, her diagnosis is: she accidentally saw a drama on TV the other day! So when the brain goes into deep sleep, it unconsciously dreams of this absurdity.

Van Yeung closed her eyes for a long time, but she didn't sleep at all. The shock waves in her heart were far from as calm as the surface. Years of cognition made her not believe in the god ghost, but everything in front of her, the silky smooth touch on her body... is really just a dream?

She climbed up and got out of bed with a weak body.

Light-headed, slightly dizzy, stood still for a little bit, slightly better, and Valjen began to carefully gauge the environment.

Through the bamboo curtain, you can see the layers of satin between the outer curtains, the water powder teeth white, none of them show the sophistication of the daughter's house, there are only a few short pieces in the room, simple and simple setting, but different style.

Valjen opened the curtain and began to feel real, making her almost forget to breathe.

Outside the curtain is still a few short, except for a basin-sized bronze mirror on the short table at the root of the wall, which mirrors a blurred and thin figure, striking a pale yellow shirt and spreading blue silk all the way up to the waist and hips.

So far away, though I see only a blurry shadow, Valjen knows it's not herself! She lowered her head and saw her little white, bloodless hands, her head buzzing and her body swaying soft on the ground.

Valjen is too familiar with the body, and based on the size of this palm and the skin and bone characteristics, it can be judged that he is now about fifteen or six years old.

Van Yeung is still in shock, but outside the house, there is a noise, those voices are from far away, one of the sharp teenage girl's voices is the suddenest, “17 years can't be ill, mother is also kind, you can't help but have her die! ”

The girl spoke unstoppable and bited the word "dead" particularly hard, sounding in no way caring, but cursed.

A name emerges naturally in Valentine's head: Valentine's Jade.

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