I was spotted by the heroines while doing the quick-travel mission.

After learning the specific mission, Yang Liu still chose to set the entry point on the day after the heroine's death. Since there was no punishment for this mission, she would of course prefer not to follow the plot.

After all, intervening in the emotional entanglement between the male and female protagonists is really very troublesome!

……

【System access in progress...】

[Congratulations to the host for successfully accessing a new identity: Forensic doctor Yang Liu (female, 32 years old)]

【Task 1: Find out the truth behind the death of the heroine Wen Ya.

Mission 2: Expose the truth. (This mission can be continued or abandoned depending on the development of the plot.)

Task three: Gain the favor of the heroine Wen Ya.

Task 4: Pay attention to the awakening status of other characters.

Pay special attention!!

1: You are not allowed to use any props that expose the system or violate your access identity.

2: Never mention the system or related content.

3: If the world has entered an uncontrollable state of collapse, please contact the system immediately and exit the mission world.

4: This regulation is supplemented according to the host's mission period. 】

【May the host return triumphantly. 】

……

When Yang Liu opened her eyes again, she was on a slightly cold big bed. She subconsciously frowned in dissatisfaction, but her mood changed after receiving the character identity information sent by the system.

This time, her identity was a nameless forensic doctor at the end of the story. Due to the mission and for the convenience of the task, the system directly replaced her name and appearance. This was also because this small world itself was facing collapse, so naturally it did not notice the system's small movements.

Yang Liu, 32 years old, works as a forensic doctor in the inspection department of the Longchuan Provincial Public Security Department. She is fair and strict, and takes her work seriously. She was mentioned in the original article as the person responsible for issuing the autopsy report of the original heroine, and the article ended hastily after that.

This supporting role who only appeared once was naturally forgotten by the audience, but such an unnoticed minor role might be the key to turning the overall situation around?

She may be the last person to come into contact with Wen Ya, not a cold corpse, but a "person" who can run, jump and even communicate with her, because this forensic doctor has a secret unknown to the public. Her eyes can see special non-living things, which are often called ghosts...

"So, this is a modern fantasy crime novel?"

Yang Liu interrupted the system's chattering introduction. The densely packed small characters on the scrolling light screen almost dazzled her eyes. The system briefly paused and the sound of mechanical operation made Yang Liu's brain spin for a while before the system answered her question.

[No, this is a normal urban sweet love story. This is the personal skill that your body brings.]

Yang Liu suddenly realized something and uttered an "oh". The system had almost finished collecting the information and fell silent. Yang Liu was thinking about how to solve the mystery and did not care about the system.

The system had just gone offline when a female voice rang in her ears in a sinister voice. Yang Liu froze and turned around in a daze. A pretty little face came up to her. It was grayish-white overall, but not hideous. Her beautiful facial features were very attractive, like a finely engraved sculpture that made people unable to look away. Yang Liu turned around and smiled brightly, but this person appeared too suddenly, and Yang Liu was frightened. Her heart was beating against her throat, and her eyes looked at Wen Ya with a hint of fear and confusion.

As a materialist, Yang Liu saw a spirit so directly for the first time in the normal world view. The spirit was like a child who had played a successful prank. Its light body quickly left and floated to the window, revealing its full appearance. She raised her delicate hand and pointed out the window. Yang Liu looked out the window. The sun was already hanging in front of the window. The strong sunlight made the floor faintly hot. Yang Liu was still a little confused. She looked out the window and then at the spirit. When the alarm clock rang, she suddenly realized that she needed to go to work!

Yang Liu quickly got up from the bed, washed and packed up quickly, then tied up her long hair, put a net bag and put a hairpin on it, and went downstairs with her bag to catch the bus. The ghost didn't even glance at her from beginning to end, and followed her not far away, watching Yang Liu in a panic, but didn't say much, and followed her to the police station slowly like a ghost behind her. This was the first time in Yang Liu's two reincarnations that she felt anxious and embarrassed to go to work. Time urged her to basically not stop, and she successfully punched in at the last minute. Colleagues in the police station saw Yang Liu running out of breath and kindly pointed at her collar that she forgot to turn down. Yang Liu tilted her head and saw that she had always paid attention to her image management, so she suddenly felt embarrassed. She laughed dryly twice and then turned down her collar.

"Good morning, everyone." Yang Liu greeted them in an attempt to ease the awkwardness.

At the right moment, a suppressed laugh was heard beside her. Yang Liu turned her head and, not surprisingly, it was the soul following behind her.

After several colleagues responded to her greeting, she picked up her bag and walked leisurely to her office. She had already clocked in, so she was not in a hurry.

However, before he even set foot into the office, he received a call for help. Yang Liu hurriedly put his things on the table, went into the locker room to change his clothes, slung his toolbox over his shoulder, and quickly joined the police team.

The vehicle drove into a familiar neighborhood, made several turns and stopped in front of a familiar building. It took the elevator and stopped on the 23rd floor. Yang Liu looked up and saw that it was downstairs from her home. She was silent.

When the few people came out of the elevator, they looked up and saw the liver-colored door with a cordon. Two policemen on duty blocked the door to prevent the onlookers from further damaging the scene.

Yang Liu took out a dust cap and silicone gloves from the box and put them on. She wrapped her hair tightly and put on a mask. She was almost fully armed except for her eyes. The spirit behind her poked its head inside, with curiosity about the situation in the room. Yang Liu glanced at it with her peripheral vision, then bent down to avoid the cordon and entered the room.

This is a warmly decorated house with goose yellow curtains and a carefully selected patchwork fabric sofa. On the low table next to it is a bunch of light yellow roses that seem to match the overall style very well, with baby's breath mixed in. On the table covered with a floral tablecloth are some unfinished fruits, which are fresh fruits of the season. There is a strong atmosphere of life in the house, and most of the items are in double quantities. It can be seen that the owner is a person who loves life very much.

Yang Liu walked from the door to the bedroom and asked her assistant to take pictures of the first scene before she lifted the quilt. When she saw the female corpse on the bed, Yang Liu was stunned for a moment, then she suddenly turned her head to look at the spirit standing not far away who was smiling at her. She looked back and forth between the two before she reacted.

It turns out that the person who is with him is the heroine. She has met the heroine of this article unintentionally and left a not-so-good first impression. Yang Liu suddenly feels that her future is bleak.

But no matter how much she regretted it, the work still had to be completed quickly. She held the hand of the female corpse on the bed with her hand wrapped in willow gloves. After trying to press, she held the fingers in her hand and gently moved them. The corpse was still in a stiff state. The time of death was obviously within twelve hours. If it weren't for the lack of breathing, the corpse spots, and the hideous strangulation marks on the neck, it would be almost the same as if she was asleep.

Soon after, Yang Liu's skillful actions roughly determined Wen Ya's cause of death: mechanical asphyxiation, and the duration was no more than twelve hours.

Yang Liu got off the bed, and after taking photos, she had the body put into a body bag and taken back to the bureau for further autopsy investigation. She then went from the bedroom to the living room. Almost nothing could be seen in the living room. The scene was too complete and clean, almost like a suicide scene rather than a homicide.

Other colleagues from the Trace Inspection Department divided the work and explored the room inch by inch. They recorded the numbers of items that they thought might be evidence and then put them into sealed bags one by one.

Wen Ya watched Yang Liu finish fiddling with her body, reached out and tapped her shoulder, then left the room lightly. Yang Liu quickly followed her out and saw Wen Ya standing next to the coffee table, looking at the half-cooled cup of water on it, with a bottle of sleeping pills next to it. Smooth objects are very easy to leave evidence. Yang Liu pushed Wen Ya aside and shone the spotlight on the cup. The almost faded fingerprints flashed by. Yang Liu paused and turned the light back, and only started to extract after confirming.

She sprinkled fingerprint powder carefully, waited for a moment, then picked up the fingerprint brush and gently swept away the remaining powder. The originally dim fingerprint became clear. After printing it with fingerprint paper, she packed it into the evidence bag along with the other items.

For the first time, Yang Liu experienced the difficulties of a criminal investigator. She had been bending and straightening up in various postures to look for clues, and she only felt extreme pain in her lumbar spine and shoulder blades. The burning pain in her bones was accompanied by a creaking sound from the stiff friction when she stood up. Yang Liu straightened up and leaned back. After making sure that there was nothing to search at the moment, she followed the police team members back.

Wenya's body had been placed on the dissecting table. The gray-green body bag wrapped Wenya tightly. The ventilation fan could not take away the lingering corpse stench in the dissecting room. This was Yang Liu's first close contact with Wenya, and the discomfort she felt when she saw Wenya was not as strong as here.

The low temperature and the slight breeze from the ventilation fan crept up onto her skin through her thin clothes. The visual effect brought by the cold white light added a bit of eeriness, making Yang Liu feel a little creepy.

The system popped up at the right time to urge Yang Liu. After some consolation and threats, Yang Liu finally gave in. He took a deep breath before officially getting down to work. The original owner's memory was fully preserved, so Yang Liu would not be at a loss when standing in front of the dissection table.

Yang Liu's assistant is called Lin Fan, a newcomer who has not been through much of the hardships of society and has just gotten over the period of not vomiting when looking at highly decomposed corpses. He was assigned to work under Yang Liu and be led by her, responsible for some auxiliary work and learning at the same time.

"Are you ready?"

Yang Liu asked as she opened the body bag. Over there, Lin Fan had already placed all the prepared instruments on an iron tray at the head of the bed, and then stood aside with a camera. At Yang Liu's reminder, he recorded the steps of opening the body bag. After taking photos from multiple angles, Yang Liu had almost completely opened the body bag. The corpse was completely stiff. After Yang Liu skillfully removed the rigor mortis, she found a reason to go out, and took Wen Ya, who was watching, out with her. In the blind spot of the surveillance camera, Yang Liu spoke to Wen Ya, who had been acting as a background board.

"Don't come in."

Yang Liu frowned and gave a ferocious warning. Wen Ya nodded with her neck shrunk as if she was really scared. Then, Yang Liu locked Wen Ya outside the autopsy room. She wandered around aimlessly, visited the police station, and eavesdropped on a lot of gossip.

I accidentally walked into the conference room, where most of the people involved in the case gathered. Wenya's photo was pinned to the wall with a magnet, and the rest was a relationship diagram they compiled from Wenya's daily chats and the testimonies of her family and friends. The case was committed by an acquaintance, and the investigation was basically centered around a circle of relatives and friends. The column for the autopsy report was temporarily empty, waiting for Yang Liu to submit the report and then narrow the scope of the investigation.

Wen Ya watched for a while and felt a little bored, so she found an empty seat and sat down, resting her chin on her hand and watching them discuss again after listening to the summary. As the sun was setting, Yang Liu pushed the door open and walked in, holding a file bag in her hand, and her fatigue was particularly obvious on her face.

"Come out? Come on and tell me."

Zhang Li, the deputy captain of the Criminal Investigation Brigade, was an impatient man. He had a cigarette in his mouth. When he saw Yang Liu coming, he pulled out a stool from under his butt and kicked it to Yang Liu, then picked up another one and sat down. Wen Ya, whose bench was pulled away by Zhang Li, looked at the empty space under her in a daze. She stomped her feet in annoyance and stood behind Zhang Li, grinning and threatening him.

Yang Liu pretended not to see it. After taking out the necessary reports, he picked up the magnet and fixed it on the whiteboard. Holding a black marker in his hand, he began to explain the general situation simply and quickly.

The deceased was Wen Ya, 23 years old. The autopsy report showed that the time of death was : in the morning. She died of mechanical asphyxiation due to neck compression. She had taken sleeping pills before her death, but in moderate amounts. She had a history of mental illness. The initial report issued by the hospital showed that she was years old. She was diagnosed with pre-marital anxiety a few years ago, so she was prescribed sleeping pills and anxiety-relieving drugs.

Yang Liu quickly summarized the situation. After listening, Zhang Li stood up and crossed out some people on the whiteboard who did not meet the requirements. They needed to investigate. There was nothing for Yang Liu to do for the time being. Yang Liu finally had a moment of leisure after a busy day.

Yang Liu had just returned to the office and sat down when Wen Ya suddenly appeared and sat on her desk, swinging her legs and looking at Yang Liu. Yang Liu was still concentrating on blowing the wolfberries in the warm water. She had just taken a sip when she saw Wen Ya sitting in front of her. The visual and psychological shock of having a corpse that she was dissecting the previous moment appear in front of her the next second made Yang Liu numb under the double blow. She raised her head indifferently and looked over, stiffly pushing the thermos cup in her hand forward.

"Would you like a drink?"

Yang Liu was stunned when these words came out, and then put the thermos cup back with some embarrassment.

"I'm sorry, I'll make some for you later."

"It's okay." Wen Ya finally spoke. Her voice was a little ethereal, with a hint of unreality, yet sweet. One could tell at once that she was an optimistic little sun. Before Yang Liu could savor the words, Wen Ya spoke again.

"Are you tired? Am I ugly?"