Song Xiang waited for the teacher to come back a week after that incident, and he was supposed to come back on the third day, because the matter was delayed, and when he came back, Song Xiang was doing a data analysis report, and the teacher seemed to have rushed over as soon as he got off the plane, carrying a suitcase, and he was covered in dust. Seeing Song Xiang, he first patted Song Xiang's shoulder solemnly and restrainedly, and then said, "It's hard work." ”

"Teacher. I'm sorry, I made my own decisions and made very irresponsible decisions. Song Xiang felt guilty.

The teacher put down the suitcase and said, "Sooner or later, there will be this day, you are just ahead of schedule, and the result is good." ”

"Aren't you angry, teacher?" Song Xiang asked.

"Very angry." He said, "But what are you going to do in that situation?" ”

Song Xiang's eyes are red, she is an excellent student, may be outstanding than the students accepted by the teacher, her two senior brothers, one in the research laboratory of Zhou'an City Hospital, became famous at the age of 32, every deceased who passed through his hands, was consuming his will, he was endlessly sinking in sorrow, and finally collapsed at the age of 40, he couldn't do what the teacher said without distractions, he could feel the fascination and thirst of every deceased person for life.

He was tormented and wandered in a dead air, and at that time the teacher also told him that it was hard work.

So he transferred to logistics, escaping from the job he had most longed for, the teacher told Song Xiang that he was about the same age as Song Xiang at that time, a child of eighteen or nineteen years old, with bright eyes, and he circled around the teacher every day, begging the teacher to accept him as a student, the teacher was also 32 years old at the time, and he felt that he had to do anatomy every day, and he was very tired, and he could not afford to train students anymore, so he politely refused.

But he was angry, like a spinning top that couldn't be driven away, and he just spun around the teacher, and finally the annoying teacher tied him up with a rope and stopped.

"When he first took the lead, he was the same as you. My crying eyes were swollen for many days, and he asked me, 'Teacher, I feel like I'm the one who died, I hurt so much.' 'What did I say then?' Oh, I said you were disappointed? A dream of longing. The teacher half-squinted, as if trapped in a memory. That child's dream is to be a good forensic doctor, which is very cliché. But he really did. ”

"For him, forensic medicine is a torture and a dream to advance his life." The teacher sighed: "He will never be able to get out of the cage he painted." ”

He left, freed from endless torment, but lost his light, he could no longer face the deceased, and he could not find himself again.

The teacher said that he once dissected a stump limb, and his tears soaked the mask and protective suit, and his eyes were red and called himself teacher, looking like a seashell washed by the rain, and those deceased were slapping the sea water on the shell, which wiped out his hard shell and polished it brighter.

Song Xiang saw that the teacher said that in the past, the corners of his mouth were smiling, but the corners of his eyes were moist, and his eyes were red.

"But what is he going to do?" Song Xiang said.

Song Xiang didn't understand the story behind the deceased woman, she distinguished the communicator from the empathetic, the story of the deceased was not important to her, she stood on the Dharma Hall for the first time, as a transmitter, calmly described the autopsy report of the deceased.

Her second brother, whom she once met at the gate of the court, was at the age of pride, and his career was unlimited.

His name was Senior Sister Song Xiang, but Song Xiang didn't reply to him.

Song Xiang didn't like him.

The teacher didn't like him either.

The teacher said that he had no respect for the deceased, and that he was the best of the teacher's three students, inside and out, but in his eyes, he was not a transmitter, but a dominant.

When he was a senior, he learned to bury the truth with his profession for the sake of profit, and after being known by the teacher, he was very calm, the teacher said.

"At that time, I told him to get out." The teacher was half drunk. "I don't think I've ever taught this student, I've never met this person."

Song Xiang thought about the scene for a while, with the teacher's character, he should have driven people out calmly, and then moved a stool in the research room to talk to the deceased, scolding the unknown thing from beginning to end, and probably said that his mouth was dry before he began to cry.

Song Xiang saw the teacher crying, it was Zhou An's senior brother who came at night, his face was haggard and thin, kneeling in front of the teacher and crying, the forty-year-old man begged the teacher for forgiveness like a child, but he didn't know what to ask the teacher to forgive him, the teacher calmly held him in his arms at that time, patted the senior brother's back like a child, and whispered: "It's okay." ”

After the senior brother left, the teacher sat in the cold light of a room, and slowly took off his heavy glasses: "Your senior brother, he may never be able to hold a knife again." ”

She stood behind the teacher, the teacher's shoulders trembled slightly, she could only see the teacher with his head down and struggling to wipe the lenses of his glasses, but it seemed to see the teacher's tears, wet the lenses, and also wet the night.

The teacher has a deep affection for each student, and he treats each student like his own, teaching the child to walk, teaching the child to eat, and then letting the child leave him.

On the day Song Xiang left the research room, did the teacher cry?

Yes, I haven't taken the initiative to contact myself for so many years.

She remembered that at that time, she appeared in front of the teacher in embarrassment, her coat was a little dirty, her hair was knotted, the teacher called her a little flower cat with a smile, asked her if she was going to fight with anyone, and said why she didn't take the teacher, he could do a dozen five, and the injury examination could not be found at all, so there was no need to worry about the defendant. Song Xiang's eyes turned red, and he said with difficulty: "Teacher, I may not come in the future." ”

The teacher was silent, but he still wiped the dust on Song Xiang's face, and then took out a small box from his pocket: "Your master, I have to buy it for you." Take it. ”

"It's been so long, I've worked hard for you."

She watched the teacher turn around, the white stubble that came out of the black hair looked very abrupt, he was so calm as if Song Xiang just said a little thing, did what he had to do, ordered the data reports in an orderly manner, and then put them in the file box and put them in the file cabinet, after doing this, he could still look at Song Xiang and said lightly: "Go home and take a hot bath, sleep well, and tomorrow will be fine." ”

And Song Xiang's tomorrow is not good. She stood outside the door of the Shuyang Research Institute many late nights, and she missed the room where the air conditioning was always on, the room full of the smell of disinfectant water, the cold instruments, and the teacher who always rushed to buy supper at night.

……

"Doctor Song." Zhao Yan pulled back her thoughts.

Song Xiang gently cupped the cup: "Such a modus operandi is indeed the same, but it does not completely prove that it is a crime copy, Officer Zhao, teacher, did he say anything?" ”

Song Xiang's topic changed too quickly, Zhao Yan didn't react a little, he pondered for a while before he spoke: "How much do you know about the case back then." ”

Song Xiang shook his head: "It's been a long time ago... I don't remember very much, I didn't participate in the whole process at that time. Just made a report, that's all. ”

The sky outside darkened, the street lamps lit up one by one, the dim light shone on the road, the elongated light and shadow mottled the line mark, Song Xiang slightly tilted his head to look at the pedestrians, and said flatly: "I will report tomorrow." ”

"What are you going to do then?" Zhao Yan said suddenly.

Song Xiang looked back at him puzzled, his eyes were confused. Zhao Yan also looked at her, the eyes of the two collided, and he said word by word:

"Miss Xiang, but what are you going to do then?"

This is the only sentence that the teacher asked Zhao Yan to bring.