The Tang Dynasty’s Female Forensic Doctor - Chapter 1

[Chapter 1 The Great Tang Dynasty]

“Dr. Ran, the inspection report has been typed out, please sign it.”

In the office, a gentle and handsome man was dressed in a white coat, with a clean face and half-black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his high nose, minus a bit of handsomeness, looking gentle and capable.

After a while, there was still no answer, but the man seemed to know that the so-called Dr. Ran must be there. He reached out and knocked on the door a few times before raising his voice, “Dr. Ran?”

“Okay, let’s put it here first.” A formulaic female voice came from among the documents piled up on the desk.

“Dr. Ran, Captain Li of the Criminal Investigation Team has been reminded a few times, please hurry up.” The man carefully removed part of the documents on the full desk, and put the documents in his hand on top. Finally, no Reassuringly press down with an antique inkstone on the table.

The man sighed and handed it over if he didn’t sign it. It was estimated that Captain Li was going to kill him.

Thinking of Captain Li’s suffocating appearance, the man immediately reminded again, “Dr. Ran, I have used the inkstone to hold down the document, please sign it as soon as possible.”

In the thick pile of documents, he raised a delicate face like a porcelain doll, frowned beautifully, and said in a flat voice, “I see, I will deliver the documents in person tomorrow morning.”

Assistant Zhang got a clear answer, so he answered with confidence, turned around and went out, but he didn’t know whether it was pity or admiration. They all said that there are three kinds of people in this world, men, women, and female doctors, so people like Ran Yan have double doctorates. The female doctor should be the fighter among the doctors!

It’s a pity that the exquisite face may have been facing the corpse for a long time, and it seems dead, and it seems that there is no female hormone secretion, so so far it is still a saint that no one cares about.

In the office, Ran Yan was so busy until the evening that she breathed a sigh of relief. When she got up to make tea, she saw the autopsy report pressed by Yantai, so she put down the cup in her hand, sat back in her seat, picked up the report and read it.

In this case, there were a total of five deceased persons, belonging to a family of five. According to the examination of the wounds on the corpses, they belonged to torture. Among them, two women were sexually assaulted… Ran Yan frowned, looking at In the last two lines, the fatal wound is a knife wound with a width of 1.3 cm and a length of 7 cm?

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

Ran Yan put down the report, picked up the phone of the landline, dialed the extension number, and there was a beep-beep-sound. After a long time, no one answered the phone. Ran Yan glanced at the clock on the wall, twenty At 3:40, except for the gatekeeper, everyone else got off work.

Although it has been determined that someone tampered with the report privately, there are also several old stubborn people in the forensic team who consider themselves senior personnel, and it is not impossible to re-examine.

Ran Yan has always abide by her responsibilities and must verify it again.

He grabbed the white coat hanging by the door and quickly put it on his body, then took off his gloves and mask, and prepared to go to the morgue.

But when she walked to the door, Ran Yan suddenly stopped, turned back and printed a copy of the report on the copier, pressed it under the inkstone, and locked the manuscript in the safe.

After doing all this, Ran Yan went out again. As she walked, she secretly analyzed the purpose of this person’s tampering with the autopsy report. The report needs her signature before it can be used as evidence. If the tampering is so obvious, she will definitely see it at a glance…

“Oops.” Ran Yan let out a low voice, released her hand from the elevator, and hurriedly turned around and ran outside.

If that person knew that he would be seen, and he did this, it was very likely to lure her to come and test again!

Then——the murderer’s target is her!

However, before she took two steps, a strong wind hit behind her, and with a bang, something hard hit the back of her head.

Ran Yan only felt something hot from the back of her head running down her neck and behind her back. She gave up calling for help, because this was a morgue on the ground floor with first-class sound insulation and heat insulation.

Coupled with the fact that it is night time, the probability of her being rescued is negative.

Boom!

The thing that hit Ran Yan fell into several petals on the ground. She subconsciously wanted to look back at the murderer, but someone grabbed her neck from behind.

Ran Yan could feel that the man was wearing rubber gloves.

It seems that he is a master criminal. This morgue cannot be entered by ordinary people, so this person is more likely to be another forensic doctor in the group.

“Originally, my plan was flawless, but who asked you to detect clues from the wound, then no wonder I made a ruthless attack!” Sen Leng’s cold voice came later.

The familiar voice confirmed Ran Yan’s idea, yes, her assistant.

Ran Yan smiled coldly, endured the pain and the feeling of a foggy brain, and tried to organize the language, “Assistant Zhang, you… underestimate me Ran Yan, I died in your hands in a careless manner… But , you can’t escape.”

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

**

In the early summer of June, Suzhou City was shrouded in mist and rain in the early morning. The water was misty and hazy. There were pavilions and eaves at different heights. Occasionally, flying corners broke through the mist. Deep or shallow, far or near, it forms a beautiful ink painting with the weeping willows on the shore.

However, four or five miles to the south, the atmosphere in the city was completely different.

At the foot of the mountain surrounded by trees, there is a village in the middle of a large flat farmland. There are only forty households. The smoke from cooking is floating in the rain and fog. The houses are tall and exquisite, similar to the houses in the workshop, and they are extremely prominent. One of them is the ancestral hall in the village, and the other is the village of Ranfu.

The hall of Zhuangzi in Ran’s house is deep and wide, the ceremonial door is carved, the yard is not very big, the wind can blow directly into the main house from the aisle, the floor of the house is a little damp, the whole house is extremely cold, the curtain seems to be soaked in water, Appears very heavy.

Ran Yan lay dazed on the straw mat, her eyes widened, and she looked at the situation in front of her in disbelief: in an antique room, she was lying on a wooden platform slightly higher than the ground next to it, surrounded by fine cloth. A dense bamboo curtain is used as a curtain to enclose the sleeping area. Under her body are several layers of thick straw mats. She is covered with a light pink satin quilt.

She remembered herself, and was about to go to the morgue for an examination, but was… murdered!

Moreover, the third and fourth cervical vertebrae were damaged, and even if they were lucky enough to survive, they would be paralyzed…

Ran Yan’s face was full of surprise and she propped herself up, her mind was dizzy for a while, and many pictures flashed through. In the pictures, she was an ancient woman. During the Tang Dynasty and Zhenguan years, she was a daughter of a famous family. Her biological mother passed away. It started five years ago. ill afflicted…

The screen was like a fast-moving slideshow, and the influx of information caused her to have a splitting headache, and the body she had just erected fell back to the ground.

After gritting her teeth for a long time, the pain receded like a tide, and Ran Yan could not help but moan easily.

The memory is very chaotic, but even so, she has captured part of her memory about the ancient times – Miss Ran’s seventeenth lady, the same name as herself, also called Ran Yan, was sent to Zhuangzi two years ago because of the lingering sickness. Recuperate.

It is more appropriate to say that it is a recuperation.

“It’s a lie…” Ran Yan murmured to herself, which obviously seemed to be in ancient times.

She is a complete atheist. For things like time travel, her diagnosis is: I accidentally saw a time travel drama on TV a few days ago!

Therefore, when the brain enters deep sleep, it unconsciously has such absurd dreams.

Ran Yan closed her eyes for a long time, but she didn’t feel sleepy at all. The turbulent waves in her heart were far from being as calm as the surface. Years of cognition made her not believe in ghosts and ghosts, but everything in front of her eyes, the silky soft touch of her body. …..really just a dream?

She got up quickly and got off the bed with her weak body supported.

Top-heavy and a little dizzy, Ran Yan just started to take a closer look at the environment she was in.

Through the bamboo curtains, you can faintly see the layers of satin and silk curtains outside, with gouache and white teeth, all of which show the delicacy and delicacy of the daughter’s house. There are only a few short ones in the house.

The simple furnishings of sonicmtl.com reveal a different elegance.

Ran Yan opened the curtain, and the real feeling of starting made her almost forget to breathe.

Outside the curtain, it was still a few short ones, but on the low table at the base of the wall there was a bronze mirror with a large basin mouth, and a vague and slender figure was reflected in the mirror, dressed in a pale yellow robe with blue silk scattered to the waist and buttocks.

At such a distance, although only a vague shadow could be seen, Ran Yan knew that it was not herself!

She looked down dumbly and saw her white and tender but bloodless little hands, a buzzing sound in her head, and her body staggered and slumped to the ground.

Ran Yan is all too familiar with the human body. Based on the size of this palm and the characteristics of its skin and bones, it can be judged that “myself” is only about fifteen or sixteen years old now.

Ran Yanshang was in shock, but there was a loud noise outside the house. Those voices were from far to near, and a sharp girl’s voice was the most abrupt, “Seventeen can’t afford to be sick for a long time, and my mother is also kind, you can’t wait for her to die! ”

The girl spoke without restraint, and the word “death” was particularly heavy. It sounded not caring, but cursing.

A name naturally popped into Ran Yan’s mind: Ran Meiyu.

****

In addition to the nickname, the pink new book has just come out, please click, please vote, please support, please watch!

!

!

The finished article “Mei Ji Yao and Xian” has been completed, the quality is guaranteed, the three views are positive, and the quality is reliable.

About Miki: You can’t lift your shoulders, you can’t lift your hands–become a weak girl!

Fortunately, he is full of talents, although he can’t go to the temple, but he can start from scratch.

One flower, one grass, one brick and one tile are stacked together, making her famous all over the world!

While watching the master gardener serve flowers and plants, he did not forget to choose a husband and a son-in-law to find a husband.

[End of this Chapter]