Miss Forensics – Chapter 62.2

Darkness

This is an abandoned hospital, quietly standing next to the seaside bathhouse.

Since a murder occurred, the bathhouse has been deserted, with few people visiting and overgrown with weeds.

As night falls, darkness envelops them.

A girl sits on the bed with a nasal feeding tube inserted, beside her is an old-fashioned electrocardiogram monitor, still barely functional after many years.

The man gently touches her stubbly head, “Are you scared?”

The girl shakes her head. In the days of hiding and evading for so many years, she no longer knows what fear is.

Not long ago, she personally handed a bottle of drink containing a large amount of gamma-hydroxybutyric acid to a girl named Bai Ling.

She quickly fell into a deep sleep and was painlessly relieved of all her organs.

The blood recycling machine nearby continuously pumped fresh blood back into her body.

She even had a feeling that she was about to fly.

The man could see her excitement and once again touched her head, “I know you’re thrilled right now, but we still need to complete one last thing.”

“What is it?” the girl raised her eyes, looking at him with innocent, big eyes.

“Get rid of the little tail that’s been following us.”

“Is that also the task given to you by that man?” the girl asked. The man shook his head, squatting down and taking her hand, “No, this is for you, my princess. I wouldn’t want us to be disturbed by someone when we’re in the middle of something.”

“And what about you? After the surgery, are you going to…”

Over twenty years of tumultuous and wandering life had added weathering and lines to his once handsome face.

The man smiled, a cold and somewhat world-weary expression on his face, “Yes, I was already a dead man. After avenging and repaying debts, it’s time for me to go.”

The girl tightened the bedsheet beneath her, and the man noticed her tension, adjusting the IV drip to the maximum speed.

“All right, get some rest. When you wake up, I’ll be back.”

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Lin Yan took a shortcut, directly leaping off the mountain road, soaring over the guardrail. Rocks tumbled down as the motorcycle grazed the steep cliff, with a low fishing village below.

Startled villagers scattered, watching as the motorcycle seemed about to crash onto an elderly person sitting at a house entrance.

In mid-air, Lin Yan forcefully lifted the front of the motorcycle, gripping the handlebars, executing a graceful parabola, narrowly avoiding the crowd. The tires left a white line on the ground as the motorcycle accelerated away with a “buzz.”

Wearing a helmet, Lin Yan caught a glimpse in the rearview mirror of the elderly person sitting on the ground, lips slightly curled.

In the next moment, she saw a flash of light reflected from the second floor of a house behind her.

Instinctive awareness of the impending crisis made her quickly twist the handlebars to the left. The right rearview mirror was shattered by the bullet that followed closely behind, and fragments grazed her eye.

Lin Yan felt a sudden pain on her face as warm liquid trickled down.

A scream erupted from the crowd.

Bullets hit the ground, creating golden sparks as they struck the motorcycle’s body.

With a “bang,” the rear tire burst. Lin Yan stepped on the brakes, executing a 180-degree drift. In an instant, she pulled a gun from her waist, following the sound, and without giving the other party a chance to catch their breath, she aimed in that direction and pulled the trigger.

The motorcycle had lost control, crashing into a nearby house and shattering the glass at the store entrance.

Lin Yan climbed out from the glass shards, with cuts on her legs, face, and hands. Fortunately, her helmet protected her head, so there were no fatal injuries.

Gritting her teeth and struggling to stand, Lin Yan hadn’t steadied herself when a flash of fire passed through the darkness. She quickly lunged forward, creating a dust cloud where she landed, leaving several deep bullet craters on the ground.

This time, she saw it. Lin Yan, back against the ground, raised her hand and fired. The opponent dodged into the corner, and tiles flew in all directions.

She swiftly got up, dragging her injured leg, limping forward. Fighting in an open space against someone with a gun wasn’t wise. She needed to find cover quickly; otherwise, she’d be an easy target.

Behind her, the cry of a child reached Lin Yan’s ears, causing her to freeze.

“Mom… Mom… where are you?”

The boy’s tender voice echoed in the dust and smoke, magnified infinitely.

She hastily turned around and saw a figure in black raising a gun towards her, with the boy and her standing on the same horizontal line.

He was still very young, around seven or eight years old, standing in the darkness crying helplessly. He must have become separated from his family in the chaos just now.

Whether it was the person in black firing the gun or her firing it, there was a high chance of accidentally harming the child.

Lin Yan’s pupils contracted, and her extraordinary vision could already see him squeezing the trigger.

In that instant, her body moved. Strangely, it felt as if her body and soul had separated.

Reason told her not to intervene, to quickly find a place to hide.

However, her body had already lunged towards the child. It was too late.

Lin Yan closed her eyes, pressing the person into her arms and crashing to the ground.

The expected pain didn’t come from behind but…

“Cough, cough…” Lin Yan coughed up blood from the corner of her lips, looking incredulously at the knife in the boy’s hand, now lodged in her shoulder.

He giggled, took a step back, and broke free from her embrace.

“Thank you, big sister. Big sister is really a kind person, but brother says, good people don’t always get good things.”

Lin Yan’s vision began to blur, and she struggled to see his face clearly, but it was in vain.

She knew the boy wasn’t very strong, and the stab wasn’t fatal, but what made it deadly was that the knife had something on it.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t have lost strength so quickly. She covered the wound, gritted her teeth, took a few steps on her knees. The circulation of blood accelerated the evaporation of the drug.

The boy clapped his hands, “One, two, three.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Yan collapsed to the ground, still tightly gripping her phone.

The call had already been dialed, emitting a bright light.

The boy ran over, stepping on her wrist, stomping on it harshly before retrieving the phone and ending the call.

Song Yuhang’s phone rang twice. When she took it out and saw it was Lin Yan, she was about to answer, but the call was disconnected.

She hesitated for a moment but decided to call her back.

Before she could connect, a message came from the frontline team member, “Captain Song, we’ve arrived.”

She reluctantly stashed her phone in her pocket and jumped out of the car with them.

A man held the arm of the person in black, and the shot aimed at Lin Yan just now was fired into the void.

The two were in a standoff, and the black-clad person’s wrist was being gripped, causing a subtle pain.

Through gritted teeth, he said, “What do you want? You want me to kill her again, and you’ve come from so far away to save her.”

“I’m not saving her. I told you, I just want to play a game. After all, if the chess piece dies, the game isn’t fun anymore, right?”

The man waved his hand, and the little boy obediently ran to his side, pouting with the phone in hand.

“I was too slow. She has already made the distress call.”

“It’s okay. You did well,” the man said, a rare hint of tenderness on his face.

The person in black watched their interaction and felt insulted being labeled as a “madman.”

Though he was insane, he hadn’t reached the point of having a seven or eight-year-old child commit murder.

“Alright, you should go back now,” the man released him, and despite his seemingly slender frame, it contained a strength as if bearing a thousand pounds.

The person in black’s wrist had a red mark from being gripped.

He shook his arm to get the blood flowing, saying, “Four hours, help me hold off the police for four hours.”

The man glanced at Lin Yan lying on the sandy ground, a smile playing on his lips. He spread his hands, “I can’t guarantee that, it depends on the other side. But well, I’m curious too.”

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LP: Call Lin Yan back, Song Yuhang!

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