The summer breeze blows through, and the land is full of life, and the clouds are piled up in the sky, like mist, light veil, and smoke, and it is hazy, so that people cannot see the distant mountains clearly......

The water overflowed the ground, and the wellhead drove its own functions hard...... The lake reflects the whole city, with high-rise buildings, row upon row, these buildings ...... There will be more in the future......

You see, the reflection of the city under your feet ripples......

Early the next morning,

In the curator's room of the Taipei Mission,

Yang Guimei and Li Fengbo presented the report together......

"Curator, here's last night's autopsy report."

"Hmmm......"

The curator is a middle-aged man with a low hairline, with a simple face, but a bit of a thief when he laughs, not tall but still dignified in his speech...... The curator's name is Ma Rulong.

Ma Rulong sat on a high-end sofa chair, he was wearing a relaxed and casual plaid shirt, and an expensive brand-name watch hanging on his wrist, which seemed to be ordinary, but in fact, every item on his body was taken out, and the price was enough to make people jaw-dropping......

Of course...... With the curator's salary, he would never be able to afford such an expensive commodity......

There are lamps, ashtrays, pen holders, and other miscellaneous items on the desk, but they are in the front of the desk...... There is a black statue of Guan Gong erected there, holding the Qinglong Yanyue Knife, and under him is a red rabbit BMW, and the movements are lifelike!

As a curator, I don't ...... As a bad guy...... No...... As long as you come out to roam the rivers and lakes, you will more or less visit Lord Xiaguan.

Ma Rulong held the report and read it a little bit, and his voice became cold a little, "I suspect that he killed him...... The cause of death is unknown? ”

Li Fengbo sat on the sofa next to him and smoked a cigarette to say that he didn't care about his own business, Yang Guimei clasped her arms with her hands and watched Ma Rulong's reaction nervously.

"Is that really good?" Ma Rulong asked in Hakka, and he said exactly the same rhetorical question as Li Fengbo at the beginning.

"My report is based on current judgments...... "Yang Guimei explained earnestly, "and I think ...... The two cases are related. ”

He had long forgotten to smoke the cigarette, and Li Fengbo only looked at Ma Rulong, his eyes widened...... The attitude of the top is key......

I saw Curator Ma angrily slam the report on the desk, what the curator wanted was not an excuse, but another way to deal with it, since Yang Guimei was such a stupid, he didn't mind directly stating some words.

Ma Rulong looked at Yang Guimei and said coldly in Hakka, "The body has been re-examined and a new report has been written." Perhaps feeling that this was too kind, he turned back to Chinese and said, "Xiao Yang, don't you think we don't have enough trouble now?" And now you want to provoke the Legislative Yuan? Please, use your brains, it's the mistress of the legislator who is dying now! ”

Ma Rulong snorted in his nose, and he added, "Check your heart well, anyway, every day in this year, people die of heart paralysis and natural causes, and there are many suicides." ”

Yang Guimei bowed her head and was silent, Li Fengbo lowered his head and nodded, intending to continue smoking a cigarette...... He accidentally found that the cigarette had burned out, so he had no choice but to throw it into the ashtray......

Curator Ma's meaning is obvious, falsifying an autopsy report, suicide or natural death, in short, he can't be chosen to kill...... This matter must be a big thing and a small thing!

This prosperous world is as you wish...... Justice is on full display in this small office.

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In the Yellow Fire Clay Family——

Shen Lang was lying lazily on the sofa, the work of his foreign affairs team was really leisurely, and it didn't matter if he went or not...... If there is an emergency, the other party will naturally call to find him...... If no one calls, it means that there is really no need for you to exist......

In retrospect...... It's been almost a day since I skipped work at noon yesterday...... It's a miracle in the capitalist world that there's nothing at all, you know...... Nowadays, employees who for too long at work will have to deduct their performance.

Qingfang made breakfast, salty porridge fritters and fried eggs, which tasted good.

The family of three chatted while eating, Shen Lang looked at Qingfang's face and muttered in his heart, "According to the age of the actor, she is old enough to be my mother......"

"Do you have anything to do today?" Qingfang asked.

"Uh...... It's okay. Shen Lang said.

"What do you mean it's okay?"

"It's like: you can have something or you can have nothing."

"Hehe, I've never seen you so flamboyant." Qingfang smiled, the sense of disobedience in her heart became heavier and heavier, she shook her head, "I just think you are free, I have to be busy with work today, so let's take your sister to the hospital for a review in the morning, and the doctor will rest if you go late." ”

"Okay."

Shen Lang responded,

The devil's claws rubbed on Huang Meimei's little head.

"Woo woo......" Huang Meimei, who couldn't speak, could only protest in a low voice, as if to say, 'I hate it, other people's hairstyles have been messed up by you'

Breakfast was done, Qingfang went out to work, Shen Lang let Huang Meimei get into the back seat of the car, and she drove in front with peace of mind, and the latest music in August flowed in the car player...... Is it Taugigi's, whose name is Dante Noir? Wrong...... It's called 'Black Willow'...... All in all, that's good.

But...... After 02 years, Tao Zhe gradually faded out of the music scene...... I don't know why......

Taipei Hospital——

There are a lot of people waiting in the corridor, and this chief physician is very difficult to meet, specializing in this kind of neuropsychological incurable disease......

"Huang Meimei's parents." The little nurse shouted.

"In!" Shen Lang stood up.

"Come here."

"Uh-huh."

Shen Lang thought about it and didn't choose to bring Huang Meimei, the disease has not been cured for two years, and the doctor will only sing and not sing, so that his daughter will definitely be heartbroken when she hears it.

"You wait here, I'll buy you some oranges...... Wrong...... Wait here, I'll be back soon. Shen Lang said.

Huang Meimei blinked, as if to say, 'Guess if I'll be good'

Bypassing the eleventh ward, Shen Lang followed the nurse through the long corridor, and finally stopped and entered a somewhat dim office...... You have to turn on the lights during the day......

Shen Lang sat down, the doctor looked at the medical records and said nothing, and the nurse next to him was actively sorting out the medical equipment.

The doctor asked, "Is she taking any medicine consistently?" ”

I know that...... Believe in Qingfang's ability to supervise, Shen Lang said, "Yes, I've been eating." ”

The doctor nodded, "That's good, although the effect of the medicine is very limited, it will still be better if you take it." ”

"Understood, understood." Shen Lang nodded again and again.

After receiving the order, the next thing is to give the money and get the medicine.

Shen Lang stepped back, but found that Huang Meimei was gone, "What about people?" Huh? ”

The worry in my heart just came up, and suddenly I ...... His trouser leg was dragged down, and Shen Lang hurriedly turned around to see that Huang Meimei was standing behind him beautifully.

"Whew...... You're scared of me, let's go, tell me what you want to eat. Shen Lang stretched out her hand, Huang Meimei obediently stretched out her little hand to hold it, although she couldn't speak, she could draw and write...... Just take your time...... After all, we can figure out what she thinks......