Chapter 1

"Dr. ran, the test report has been typed out. Please sign it."

In the office, a gentle and handsome man in a white coat, white face, high nose with half black frame glasses, minus a little handsome, appears gentle and capable.

After a pause, there was still no answer, but the man seemed to know that Dr. ran must be there. He reached for a few knocks on the door and raised his voice, "Dr. ran?"

"Well, put it here first." A formulaic female voice came out of the desk full of papers.

"Dr. ran, Captain li of the criminal investigation team has urged him several times. Please do as soon as possible." The man carefully moved a part of the document on the full desk, put the document in his hand on it, and finally, he pressed it with an antique inkstone on the desk.

The man sighed, and if he didn't sign it, it was estimated that Captain Li would come to kill people.

Thinking of Captain Li's ferocious appearance, the man immediately reminded him, "Dr. ran, I have pressed the document with inkstone. Please sign it as soon as possible."

In the thick pile of documents, he raised a delicate face as delicate as a porcelain doll, wrinkled his good-looking eyebrows, and said quietly, "I know. I will deliver the documents to you in person tomorrow morning."

Assistant Zhang got a clear reply, and then she gave a reassuring reply. She turned around and went out, but she didn't know whether it was pity or admiration. They all said that there are three kinds of people in the world: men, women and female doctors. So a female doctor with double doctorates like ran Yan should be a fighter among doctors! It's a pity that the exquisite face may have been facing the corpse for a long time, and it seems that there is no female hormone secretion. So far, it is still a virgin that no one cares about.

In the office, ran Yan was very busy until the evening. When she got up to make tea, she saw the autopsy report pressed on the inkstone. She put down her cup and sat back to her seat. She picked up the report and read it.

In this case, there were five dead people in a family. According to the examination of the wounds on the corpse, it was considered that they were slaughtered. Among them, two women were sexually assaulted. Ran Yan frowned and looked at the last two lines. The fatal wound was a knife wound of 1.3cm in width and 7cm in length?

Did someone else do the autopsy again, or did someone tamper with the autopsy report?

Ran Yan put down the report, picked up the telephone from the landline and dialed the extension number. After a long time, no one answered the phone. Ran Yan glanced at the clock on the wall. At 23:40, all the people except those who looked at the gate were off work.

Although it has been determined in my heart that someone has tampered with the report privately, there are also some old and stubborn people in the forensic team who think they are senior personnel, so it is not impossible to re-examine them. Ran Yan always abides by his duty and must be verified again. He grabbed the white coat hanging by the door and quickly put it on his body. Then he took the gloves and mask and prepared to go to the morgue.

But when he got to the door, ran Yan stopped suddenly, turned back, printed out the report on the copier, pressed it under the inkstone, and locked the manuscript into the safe.

After all this, ran Yan went out again. As she walked, she secretly analyzed the purpose of this man's tampering with the autopsy report. The report needs her signature before it can be used as evidence. The tampering is so obvious that she must see it at a glance

"No way." Ran Yan shouts low, presses the elevator hand to loosen, quickly turns to run toward the outside.

If the person knows that she will be seen out and still does so, it is likely that she will be lured to come to the test again! So - the killer's target is her!

However, she has not yet stepped out of the two steps, a strong wind behind her, bang, the back of her head was hit by something hard.

Ran Yan only felt that there was something hot in the back of her head flowing down her neck to her back. She gave up calling for help because this is the morgue on the first floor of the ground, with excellent sound insulation and heat insulation effect. In addition, it is now at night, and the possibility of her being rescued is negative.

Bang! The thing that hit ran Yan falls into several pieces on the ground. She subconsciously wants to look back at the murderer's appearance, but her neck is held from behind.

Ran Yan can feel that the man is wearing rubber gloves. It seems that he is a crime expert. Most people can't enter the morgue, so this person is more likely to be another forensic doctor in the team.

"Originally, there was no flaw in my plan, but who asked you to test the line from the wound, that's no wonder I put my hands on it!" The voice of forest cold chills, and then comes back.

Sound familiar, confirmed ran Yan's idea, is, her assistant.

Ran Yan gave a cold smile, endured the pain and the feeling of brain confusion, and tried to organize the language, "assistant Zhang, you... Look down on me, ran Yan, I died in your hands carelessly... But, you can't escape."

With a click, maybe the cervical vertebra was broken. Ran Yan was so painful that she could not notice anything else. She only remembered that before she fell down, she saw the ancient inkstone that was torn apart on the ground. It was a birthday gift given to her by her mother as an archaeologist.

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in the early summer of June, Suzhou city is shrouded in misty rain in the early morning. There are pavilions and eaves scattered. Occasionally, there are flying corners breaking through the fog. The white walls of Daiwa and Qingshi alleys, deep or shallow, far or near, form a beautiful ink painting with the weeping willows on the bank.However, four or five miles to the south, the atmosphere in the city is quite different.

At the foot of the mountain surrounded by trees, there is a village with only 40 families in the middle of a large flat farmland. The cooking smoke is curling in the rain and fog. There are many roads around. The houses are small and dilapidated. There are only two tall and exquisite buildings in the middle, which are very prominent. One is the ancestral hall in the village, the other is Chuang Tzu of Ran's house 。

The Chuang Tzu hall in Ran's mansion is deep and wide. The gate is carved. The courtyard is not very big. The wind can blow directly into the main room from the corridor. The floor covered with wood in the house is damp. The whole room is extremely cold. The curtain is like water, which is very heavy.

Ran Yan was lying on the straw mat, staring at the situation in disbelief: an antique room, lying on a wooden platform slightly higher than the ground nearby, surrounded by thin and dense bamboo curtains to surround the sleeping place, she was covered with several thick straw mats, covered with water pink silk and satin, and covered with Su Embroidered peony, elegant and exquisite.

She remembers that she was about to go to the morgue for an examination when she was... Murdered! And the third and fourth cervical vertebrae are broken, even if they are lucky enough to be paralyzed

Ran Yan was surprised and propped up. She felt dizzy. Many pictures flashed over her. She was an ancient woman. In the Tang Dynasty and Zhenguan period, she was the legitimate daughter of a famous family. Her mother passed away. Five years ago, she began to suffer from a serious illness...

the picture was like a fast switching slide. Too much information poured in, which made her headache crack, and her just propped up body fell back to the ground.

After gritting his teeth for a long time, the pain receded like the tide. Ran Yan could not help but groan.

The memory is very confused. Even so, she also captured a part of her memory about the ancient times in her mind - Miss 17 of Ran's house, also known as ran Yan, was sent to Chuang Tzu for rest two years ago because of her lingering illness.

It is more appropriate to say that it is from the "frontier" rather than "resting".

"It's deceiving..." ran Yan murmured to himself that this bright image was in ancient times.

She is a thorough atheist. For such things as crossing, her diagnosis is: I accidentally saw the time travel drama on TV a few days ago! So when the brain goes into deep sleep, it unconsciously makes this absurd dream.

Ran Yan closed her eyes for a long time, but she didn't feel sleepy at all. The turbulent waves in her heart were not as calm as the surface. How many years of cognition made her not believe in gods, gods, ghosts and ghosts. But what was near her, the silky touch on her body... Was it really just a dream?

She got up quickly and got out of bed with her weak body.

He was light headed and dizzy. He stood in the same place and got used to it for a while. Then ran Yan began to look at the environment carefully.

Through the bamboo curtain, you can see that there are layers of tapestry and gauze on the outside, with gouache and white teeth. All of them show the beauty and delicacy of the daughter's house. There are only a few short tables in the room, but the simple decoration shows a different style of elegance.

Ran Yan opened the curtain, the reality of the start, let her almost forget to breathe.

Outside the curtain, there is still a short table, but there is a bronze mirror with a large basin mouth on the low table at the root of the wall. In the mirror, a fuzzy and slender figure is reflected, wearing a light yellow Luo shirt, and the green silk is scattered to the waist and buttocks.

Distance so far, although only see the vague shadow, but ran Yan knows that it is not himself! She looked down, saw his white but bloodless hands, the brain of a buzzing, the body wobbly paralyzed on the ground.

Ran Yan can't be more familiar with the human body. According to the size of the palm, skin and bone characteristics, we can judge that "oneself" is only 15 or 16 years old now.

Ran Yan is still in shock, but there is a clamor outside the house. From far to near, one of the shrill girl's voice is the most abrupt, "seventeen years of illness, mother is also kind, do you wish she died!"

The girl's words were open-minded, and the word "death" was particularly heavy. It was not a concern, but a curse.

Ran Yan naturally comes up with a name in her mind: ran Meiyu.

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