"Dr. Ran, the inspection report has been typed, please sign it."

In the office, a handsome man was dressed in a white coat, with a white face, and semi-black-framed glasses on the bridge of his high nose.

After a pause, there was still no answer, but the man seemed to know that the so-called Dr. Ran must be there, reached out and knocked on the door a few times, and raised his voice again, "Dr. Ran?" ”

"Okay, let's put it here first." A formulaic female voice came from the stacked papers on the desk.

"Dr. Ran, Captain Li of the criminal investigation team has been urged a few times, please hurry up." The man carefully removed part of the documents on the full desk, put the documents in his hand on them, and at the end, he pressed them with an antique inkstone on the table uneasily.

The man sighed, and if he didn't sign and handed it over, it was estimated that Captain Li was going to come over and kill someone.

Thinking of Captain Li's angry appearance, the man immediately reminded again, "Dr. Ran, I pressed the document with an inkstone, please sign it as soon as possible." ”

In the thick pile of documents, he raised a face as delicate as a porcelain doll, frowned good-looking, and said in a flat voice, "I know, I'll personally send the documents over tomorrow morning." ”

Assistant Zhang received a clear answer, so he responded with relief, turned around and went out, but he didn't know whether to regret or praise in his heart, he said that there are three kinds of people in this world, men, women, and female doctors, so a female doctor like Ran Yan with a double doctorate degree should be a fighter among doctors! It's a pity that that delicate face may have been facing the corpse for a long time, looking lifeless, and as if there is no estrogen secretion, so it is still a saint that no one cares about.

In the office, Ran Yan was busy until the evening before he breathed a sigh of relief, and when he got up to make tea, he saw the autopsy report pressed by the inkstone, so he put down the cup in his hand, sat back in his position, picked up the report and read it.

In this case, there were five deceased, a family of five, and according to the examination of the wounds on the corpses, it was a cruel killing, and two women were sexually assaulted...... Ran Yan frowned and looked at the last two rows, the fatal wound was a knife wound 1.3 cm wide and 7 cm long?

Was someone else re-autopsied, or did someone tamper with the autopsy report?

Ran Yan put down the report, picked up the phone of the landline, dialed the extension, and the sound of beep-beep-beep came, and after a long time, no one answered the phone, Ran Yan glanced at the clock on the wall, at twenty-three forty o'clock, except for those who watched the door, the rest of the people were off work.

Although it has been determined in my heart that someone has tampered with the report without permission, there are also a few old stubborns in the forensic team who consider themselves senior personnel, and it is not impossible to re-examine them. Ran Yan has always been conscientious, and he must verify and confirm it again. grabbed the white coat hanging by the door, quickly put it on his body, then took gloves and masks, and prepared to go to the morgue.

But when he walked to the door, Ran Yan suddenly stopped, turned back and put the report on the photocopier, printed a copy, pressed it under the inkstone, and locked the original manuscript into the safe.

After doing all this, Ran Yan went out again, and as she walked, she secretly analyzed the purpose of this person's tampering with the autopsy report, the report needs to be signed by her before it can be used as evidence, and the tampering is so obvious that it will inevitably be seen by her at a glance......

"Oops." Ran Yan let out a low sigh, let go of his hand in the elevator, and hurriedly turned around and ran outside.

If that person knew that she would be seen and still did this, it was probably to lure her to test again! Well - the murderer's target is her!

However, before she could take two steps, a strong wind hit behind her, and with a bang, she was hit hard by something hard in the back of her head.

Ran Yan only felt that there was something hot flowing down her neck and behind her neck, and she gave up shouting for help, because this was a morgue on the basement floor, and the sound and heat insulation effect was first-class, plus it was night, and the possibility of her being rescued was negative.

Bang Dang! The thing that hit Ran Yan broke into several pieces on the ground, and she subconsciously wanted to look back at the murderer's appearance, but her neck was grabbed from behind.

Ran Yan could feel that the person was wearing rubber gloves. It seems that he is a master of crime, and 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 find clues from the wound, then no wonder I was ruthless!" Sen Leng's voice was cold, and then came.

The voice was familiar, confirming Ran Yan's thoughts, yes, her assistant.

Ran Yan smiled coldly, endured the pain and the feeling of being clouded in his brain, and tried to organize the language, "Assistant Zhang, you... I underestimated my face too much, and I died in your hands carelessly..... But, you can't escape. ”

There was a click, maybe the cervical vertebrae were broken, Ran Yan was already so painful that she couldn't notice anything else, she only remembered that before she fell, she saw the ancient inkstone on the ground that was torn apart, which was a birthday gift from her mother, who was an archaeologist.

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In the early summer of June, the city of Suzhou in the early morning is shrouded in a mist and rain, the water mist is thick, misty and hazy, there are pavilions and eaves are high and low, occasionally there are flying corners to break through the fog, Daiwa white walls, bluestone alleys, deep or shallow, far or near, and the weeping willows on the shore form a beautiful ink painting.

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

Under 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 cooking smoke is wafting up in the rain and mist, the traffic is strange all around, the chickens and dogs smell each other, the houses here are short and dilapidated, there are only two houses in the middle that are tall and exquisite, similar to the houses in the market, they are extremely prominent, one of them is the ancestral hall of the village, and the other is the Ranfu Zhuangzi.

The Zhuangzi hall of Ranfu is deep and wide, the door is exquisitely carved, the yard is not very big, the wind can blow directly into the main house from the aisle, the ground paved with wooden planks in the house is a little damp, the whole house is extremely cold, and the curtain is as if soaked in water, which is extremely heavy.

Ran Yan lay dizzily on the straw mat, her eyes widened, and she looked at the situation in front of her in disbelief: an antique room, lying on a wooden platform slightly higher than the ground next to her, surrounded by a fine and dense bamboo curtain to enclose the sleeping place, and under her was several layers of thick straw mats, covered with a thin satin quilt of pink, and the mattress was covered with Su embroidered peony, elegant and exquisite.

She remembered herself, and was about to go to the morgue to have her injuries examined, but was ...... Murdered! Moreover, the third and fourth cervical vertebrae were damaged, and even if they were lucky enough not to die, they would be paralyzed......

Ran Yan stood up with a face full of surprise, her brain was dizzy for a while, and many pictures flashed, in the picture, she was an ancient woman, during the Tang Dynasty, Zhenguan, she was a famous daughter, her biological mother passed away, and she began to suffer from evil diseases five years ago......

The picture was like a fast-switching slide, and the excessive amount of information poured in, causing her headache to burst, and her body that had just been propped up fell back to the ground.

Gritting his teeth and enduring it for a long time, the pain receded like a tide, and Ran Yan couldn't help but moan easily.

The memory is very confusing, even so, she also captured a part of the memory of ancient times in her mind - the seventeenth lady of Ran Mansion, with the same name as herself, is also called Ran Yan, because of the lingering sickbed, she has not been cured for a long time, and was sent to Zhuangzi to recuperate two years ago.

It is better to say that it is a retreat, but it is better to say that it is appropriate to say that it is "distributed to the frontier".

"Liar, aren't you......" Ran Yan muttered to herself, which obviously seemed to be in ancient times.

She is a complete atheist, and her diagnosis of such things as time travel is: I accidentally saw a time travel drama on TV a few days ago! Therefore, when the brain enters a deep sleep, it unconsciously has this ridiculous dream.

Ran Yan closed her eyes for a long time, but she didn't feel the slightest sleep, the turbulent waves in her heart were far from being as calm as they appeared, how many years of cognition made her not believe in gods and ghosts, but everything in front of her, the silky touch on her body ...... Is it really just a dream?

She scrambled to her feet and got out of bed with her weak body.

Lightheaded, a little dizzy, standing in place for a while to get used to it, a little better, Ran Yan began to carefully look at the environment he was in.

Through the bamboo curtain, you can faintly see that the outside is a layer of satin silk curtains, gouache and tooth white, all of which show the delicate and delicate spirit of the daughter's family, and there are only a few low tables in the house, which are simple furnishings, but reveal a different kind of elegance.

Ran Yan opened the curtain, and the realism of her hand made her almost forget to breathe.

Outside the curtain, there is still a low table, but there is a bronze mirror with a basin mouth on the low table at the base of the wall, and a vague and slender figure is reflected in the mirror, wearing a light yellow Luo shirt, and the green silk is scattered to the waist and hips.

The distance was so far away, although he only saw a vague shadow, Ran Yan knew that it was not him! She looked down and saw her white but bloodless little hands, her brain buzzed, and her body staggered and collapsed on the ground.

Ran Yan couldn't be more familiar with the human body, and based on the size of this palm and the characteristics of his skin and bones, he could judge that "himself" was only about fifteen or sixteen years old now.

Ran Yan was still in shock, but there was a noise outside the house, those voices came from far and near, among which there was a sharp girl's voice that was the most abrupt, "Seventeen has been sick for a long time, and my mother is also kind, you can't wait for her to die!" ”

The girl spoke openly, and the word "death" was particularly heavy, sounding not caring, but a curse.

A name naturally popped up in Ran Yan's mind: Ran Meiyu.

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