Is Queen of the Movies open today?

On the first day of resumption of work, everyone in the newspaper office was a little absent-minded. At nine o'clock in the morning, everyone sat in the conference room on time for a meeting. Lao Ding was talking about the plan for the new year, and everyone underneath was falling asleep.

What a wonderful holiday, it's over.

Xia Chan has not yet come out of the comfort of the Spring Festival holiday, and the new year's interview is about to start.

She and Song Qi's interview with Gu Qinghui had only been conducted for less than two weeks, and some material was released during the annual vacation, which made it necessary to catch up with the new one as soon as the work started, otherwise it would not be able to keep up with the progress of the last week's broadcast.

So the two came out of the meeting room on their front feet, packed their things and went downstairs on their back feet.

Before leaving, Xia Chan gave Lin Yajing a task of collecting news materials, so she stayed at the company, only Xia Chan and Song Qi drove straight to the police force.

Hearing that a body was found in the suburbs early this morning, Gu Qinghui followed the police team to the scene.

Along the way, Song Qi almost drove the car over the speed limit. When he arrived at the scene of the crime, he still saw many reporters surrounding him.

The sense of smell of these reporters is too sharp, and they move faster than they have inside information.

Personal interviews belonged to interviews. The police officers did not agree with them filming the scene, so they could only take a distant view from a distance. After the body was carried away by relevant personnel, they were released and followed behind Gu Qinghui to take pictures.

"what's the situation?"

Gu Xuezhong and Gu Qinghui walked side by side, Xia Chan didn't hear what the two said in a deep voice, and deliberately didn't record much of their voice.

"It doesn't seem like an accidental death." Gu Qinghui took off his gloves while talking, "I just took a look at his body, his body was stiff, and there was no foreign object in his mouth, it didn't look like he was drowning. Rule out other possibilities."

While recording, Xia Chan glanced at the surrounding environment. This is the most remote place in the outskirts of the city. There is a river leading to Linshi. There are many plants and trees around, and it is a bit gloomy. Ordinary people would not come here if they have nothing to do. of.

Such cases are not uncommon in the police force. Since they are interviewing Gu Qinghui personally, they will inevitably encounter such a situation, but they don't know if the netizens can bear this kind of filming.

If it is broadcast on the Internet, it will cause some bad repercussions, or delay the progress of the case, which would be bad.

Xia Chan didn't have time to think too much, and followed Gu Qinghui's footsteps, while Song Qi carried the equipment and followed on the other side, and then they went straight back to the institute and began to investigate the identity of the deceased.

The police search system is undoubtedly the fastest way to find someone, and the identity of the deceased was quickly verified.

It's a forest watcher from a nearby village and town, who guards the forest for everyone in the forest. He is old and single, has no relatives, and is alone.

In the end, I found a way to find a relative who was related to me, explained the necessity, and after a long time of ideological work, the other party agreed to the autopsy.

This was the second time that Xia Chan followed her into the dissection room.

The cold white wall, the cold dissecting table, the light standing on the cold body, she is carrying the camera, feeling a little tight in her chest.

This is the first time she has seen this kind of discomfort that has been soaked in water for a long time. After taking a deep breath for a long time, she calmed down a little.

Gu Qinghui was wearing a gown and gloves, and his eyes were serious and sharp, carefully observing every part of the corpse. Xia Chan tried her best to focus her eyes on Gu Qinghui and not pay attention to other things.

After a long time, Xia Chan rushed out of the dissecting room and almost vomited into Song Qi's arms.

The challenge was too great for her to accept for a while.

This was completely different from what she saw last time. This time, the corpse was almost deformed and distorted. She could hardly bear the smell of corruption.

Gu Qinghui glanced at the back of Xia Chan running towards the bathroom, with a somewhat complicated expression on his face. Lin Yin stood behind him, and was about to defend Xia Chan, but found that his expression was not the impatience she had imagined.

In the dark eyes, there seemed to be a deep, indistinct worry hidden.

She hesitated for two seconds, he had already closed his eyes, turned and entered the office, and began to write the autopsy report.

Lin Yin followed in. For a moment, it seemed to be an illusion. He lowered his eyes and analyzed calmly. He typed quickly on the keyboard with a calm expression, without showing any emotions.

It is estimated that she has just returned to work, her head is not clear, and she has hallucinations.

Song Qi put away the camera, ran to the door of the women's bathroom, stood at the door and turned around a little anxiously.

"Sister Chan, are you okay?"

"It's okay." A vague answer came from inside, followed by a burst of violent vomiting. After waiting for a few minutes, Xia Chan came out with the help of the wall, and rinsed her mouth with water from the tap.

"Drink this." Song Qi handed over his own cup. He has the habit of bringing tea with him when he travels. He puts it in the corner of his backpack. When he is sleepy, he drinks half a cup to refresh his mind.

Xia Chan never expected that she would be able to drink Song Qi's precious tea in her lifetime.

I heard that the habit of drinking tea started in Song Qi’s high school. At that time, when he was preparing for the college entrance examination, he always liked to drink tea to refresh himself when he was tired. You can only use double your efforts to catch up with your smart classmates.

In fact, sometimes it doesn't matter whether you are smart or not, as long as you are determined to run and reach the finish line, it is a kind of victory.

Xia Xi raised her head and drank half a cup. The tea was slightly bitter, but the aftertaste was sweet and mild. After drinking it, there was a feeling of warmth in her stomach.

"Thank you." Xia Chan handed the cup to Song Qi, and lightly touched his shoulder, "I just feel sick to my stomach, it's fine."

Song Qi pursed his lips: "Next time I will go into the dissection room. You are a girl, if you watch too many scenes like that, you will not be able to sleep at night."

"Am I so fragile?" Xia Chan laughed, but when she looked up, she realized the seriousness on his face, she stopped laughing, "I'll let you in next time."

The two returned to the office, Lin Yin, Fang Ran and the others were about to go downstairs for dinner, Xia Chan poked her head inside, and Gu Qinghui was sitting at the table, busy.

"Sister Xia Chan, don't worry, I'll bring food for the director." Fang Ran explained.

"Then you can bring me a copy too, I'm a little weak, so I won't be with you."

Seeing this, Song Qi nodded, and several people went downstairs, Xia Chan stood outside the door for a while, then walked into the office.

Sitting in front of Fang Ran's desk, she glanced casually at the technical book on his desk, which was full of obscure professional terms, she felt pain in her eyeballs after reading it twice, and quickly put it down.

"Throwing up?" Gu Qinghui looked at the picture on the computer without squinting, and asked seemingly unintentionally.

"Yeah." Xia Chan was a little embarrassed, after all, this matter was not honorable.

"Eat this to protect the gastric mucosa."

As he spoke, he opened the drawer on the right side, took out a small white medicine bottle from it, and handed it to her. She took it and read the words on the eye medicine bottle.

Sucralfate Chewable Tablets.

It is indeed a drug to protect the gastric mucosa.

She opened the bottle, there was still half a bottle left in it, she lowered her eyes, guessing that he used to eat it often.

Forensic medicine is too difficult.

Although she was disgusted, the interview was over after the interview, but this was his job, so no matter how disgusted she was, she could only endure it, and secretly swallowed two tablets of sucralfate after vomiting.

Xia Chan got up, went to the water dispenser next to her to get two cups of hot water, drank a cup herself, and put a cup by Gu Qinghui's hand.

"Don't you chew two tablets?" She asked him with her head down after taking the medicine.

"No, I don't feel nauseous." This medicine was originally prepared by Fang Ran for the interns, and it has been kept at his place. He won't vomit just because he got on the dissecting table, so naturally he doesn't need it.

Xia Chan froze for a moment before realizing how innocent the thought that flashed through her mind was.

How could Gu Qinghui, a man who has been in the industry for so many years and is so indifferent, have any strange reaction to the corpse on the dissecting table.

Sure enough, she was still too naive.

After taking the medicine and drinking a cup of hot water, Xia Chan felt less uncomfortable, so she moved a stool and sat next to him.

He wrote the autopsy report in a clear and orderly manner, with clear priorities, and almost all the intuitive and important inspection results were marked one by one. Looking at what he wrote, Xia Chan suddenly thought of those bullies in school when she was in school. The teacher was stunned when the bully notes were taken out.

That's not a note at all, it's a perverted man-made textbook.

Although she herself barely squeezed into the ranks of high school students, she was deliberately pulled out by the teacher to criticize her as a typical example of not taking notes seriously.

Sensing that she had been watching from the side, Gu Qinghui, who was about to click on the picture, paused slightly.

"I'm going to open the picture."

"Wait!" Xia Chan jumped up from the stool in a jerk, and hurriedly hid aside, "It's fine."

Gu Qinghui moved the mouse and clicked on the picture.The corners of his lips curved unconsciously.

For the first time in his life, he didn't find timid girls annoying.

He went to school many years ago, and his temper was famous in the grade. All the girls didn't want to be in a group with him for experiments, because he always behaved badly when the girls couldn't help screaming when they saw certain pictures. How to be patient.

He didn't understand, why should he apply for this major if he was afraid?

Without even the most basic professional attitude, how can you be responsible for your own anatomy objects in the future?
His brain circuit is so strange that he is often ridiculed by the boys in the dormitory, but he still goes his own way.

Now he seems to understand a little bit, it turns out that normal boys are like this, they will somehow feel that some timid girls are a little bit cute.

In the past, he never had a distinction between men and women. In his eyes, everyone was grouped together in the ranks of irrelevant people. He was used to doing things his own way, and became a strange guy in the eyes of others.

Then one day, he suddenly fell from the sky to the ground and turned into an ordinary person.

This feeling turned out to be a little relaxed and pleasant.

When the group returned to the office, what they saw was two people sitting on one side of the office, far away from each other.

When it was over, Song Qi Fangran's heart sank in unison, fearing that the scene where sister Xia Chan vomited accidentally touched a certain rebellious nerve of Director Gu.

The air between these two people is a bit delicate.