Coroner Ke Xue

Miss Asai

The figure that impressed him so deeply popped up in Okiya Subaru's mind.

The first thing he thought of was her temperament that was very similar to Mingmei's, and her voice was almost similar.

Then there was the scene of Lin Xinyi's date with her that day, holding hands, hugging, kissing, relying on each other for life and death on Tokyo Tower, and flying together.

There is no doubt that this woman whose voice and temperament are very similar to Miyano Akemi cannot be Miyano Akemi.

Absolutely impossible.

Somehow, on the way to the crime scene, Subaru Okiya was thinking about these things.

"What's wrong with me."

"Why do I think of Minmei when I mention her?"

Okiya Subaru felt that there was something wrong with his mentality.

"Alas" he let out a long breath, stretched out his hand to rub his eyes, and then suddenly realized——

Lin Xinyi is right.

His hands haven't been washed yet.

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Damn (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻!!

It's okay now, he really isn't in the mood to think about Mingmei anymore.

But the next voice caught his mind again:

"Mr. Lin~!"

With three points of anxiety, three points of panic, and four points of natural dependence.

It was Akemi's voice.

No. It was Kana Asai’s voice.

They had already driven to the scene.

The scene was an ordinary small road, the kind often seen in communities, with two lanes wide and extending in all directions, with private courtyards and single-family houses on both sides.

The environment is probably similar to the kind of path in front of Kudo's house, that is, the kind of small path in the town where telephone poles are often damaged for no reason.

The location is not too far from Kudo's house.

In other words, this place is not too far from the Asai family's villa.

"Did you get involved in a case on your way home?"

Okiya Subaru roughly guessed what happened to Miss Asai.

Perhaps because of the similar voice, or perhaps because of the similar temperament, he was very interested in this case for no reason.

But Miss Asai didn't take him seriously - literally.

She just hurriedly walked towards Lin Xinyi who rushed to the scene.

At the same time, his eyes were also on Lin Xinyi's "real girlfriend" Chris, and the little girl with brown hair, named Haibara Ai.

But her eyes were finally locked on Lin Xinyi:

"Mr. Lin, you are finally here."

"Don't be nervous." Lin Xinyi comforted him slowly.

As if he was just an ordinary friend with the woman in front of him, he asked in a business-like manner:

"I have a brief understanding of the situation. You were just accidentally involved in this case. You are only an eyewitness at most."

"As long as you cooperate with the investigation and explain the situation truthfully, there won't be any trouble."

"That's good." Miss Asai nodded slightly.

But there was still a trace of hesitation in his eyes.

She glanced at Subaru Okiya who was in the way and turned to Lin Xinyi and said:

"Mr. Lin, can we have a chat alone?"

"Huh?" Subaru Okiya's heart skipped a beat and he couldn't help but ask: "Ms. Asai, what's your situation regarding this case? Can't you tell me in front of everyone?"

"No, no, no," Miss Asai shook her head and said slightly embarrassed, "I still have some personal matters, and I want to talk to Manager Lin by the way. So, you'd better avoid it."

"Okay." Okiya Subaru stepped aside knowingly.

Hui Yuarai glanced thoughtfully and stood aside obediently.

Miss Chrissy's reaction was even richer.

"Hmph!" She frowned slightly, her eyes were filled with anger, and she let out a soft snort like an anaconda.

Then he turned around and left with a groan, leaving room for Lin Xinyi and Miss Asai to talk alone.

Although the movements are small and there is no line, the complex emotions full of disgust, unwillingness, and compromise are all performed vividly and vividly in just a few seconds——

As a movie queen, she will never forget her character and role relationship.

As long as the audience knows the plot, they will unconsciously fall into the drama when they see her performance.

Just like Subaru Okiya now.

"As expected, Miss Chris already knows about Mr. Lin and Kana Asai."

"But she still chose to swallow her anger?"

Subaru Okiya understood the plot deeply.

Then he immediately thought: Fortunately Judy is not here.

Otherwise, I don’t know what she would have thought of.

In fact, she has thought of it a lot recently——

Because of the strange "peaceful posture" displayed by Lin Xinyi, Chrissy and Asai Kana in the past few days, Miss Judy couldn't help but think of:

If she had been able to "sacrifice for love", "accept generously" and "take the overall situation into consideration" like Miss Chris, maybe Shuichi would not have left her.

So much so that when they occasionally met each other these days, Miss Judy looked at him with something a little wrong.

Here, Subaru Okiya is having a headache about his emotional problems.

Under his slightly strange gaze, Lin Xinyi and Miss Asai had already started chatting about their "private topics."

This topic is indeed relatively private.

But the content was slightly different from what he imagined.

"Mr. Lin, it's not good!"

Miyano Akemi lowered her voice and said to Lin Xinyi very nervously:

"Is this case likely to cause trouble for me and everyone?"

"What?" Lin Xinyi was slightly stunned.

On the way, he learned about the case from the Memu Police Department:

"Didn't you accidentally get involved in a murder case on your way home?"

"This is not a big trouble."

"Is this case still related to the organization?"

"It's not about the case." Miyano Akemi swallowed nervously: "The case should be just an ordinary murder case."

"But the deceased in this case and another person involved in the case all knew me."

"Know you?" Lin Xinyi was surprised:

"Are they acquaintances of 'Kana Asai'?"

"No" Miyano Akemi sighed deeply:

"They know me, Miyano Akemi."

Time goes back to before.

Miyano Akemi was walking home from the supermarket.

Her life has been very regular in the past few months. Apart from cooking, doing housework, and taking care of her sister at home, she only has to go out to buy daily necessities.

Although such days are a bit monotonous, they are not boring.

Especially her lovely sister who has become a primary school student. Watching her sister become sunny, happy and joyful day by day, and watching Xiao Ai, who has never liked to smile since she was a child, gradually step out of the shadow of the organization, she always feels a kind of difficulty. The joy of words.

As time passed, Miyano Akemi began to fall in love with this simple and peaceful life.

Unknowingly, she also changed from a helpless and precarious member of the organization to a housewife with a heart full of tea, rice, oil and salt:

“Let’s cook Chinese food tonight”

"Mr. Lin seems to like eating very much."

Walking on the way home, Miss Minmei was thinking about these.

The weather is quite hot, we are still some distance from home, and the shopping bags in our hands are not too light.

As she walked, she couldn't help but feel dry, tired and sweaty.

"Buy an ice soda."

Miyano Akemi thought of the vending machine that she would inevitably pass by on her way home.

The vending machine is not far ahead.

But when she quickened her pace and walked there, she found that two people were already lined up in front of the vending machine.

One of them has a fat back, the other has a Mediterranean bald head, both are typical features of middle-aged uncles.

It can also be seen from their slightly gray hair that these two uncles are quite old.

The fat uncle was at the back.

The bald man was at the front.

After paying, a bottle of drink fell first, so he squatted down and went to the outlet to pick it up.

Miyano Akemi didn't think much and just lined up quietly behind them.

Then she suddenly received a call.

It was Xiao Ai calling:

"Oh, I encountered a case on the road, so I have to come back later, right?"

"I understand, then I'll cook later."

The content of the call was nothing special, it was just Xiao Ai calling her sister to report that she was safe.

Miyano Akemi chatted briefly and then hung up the phone.

But what she didn't expect was...

She just chatted briefly on the phone and suddenly caught the attention of the fat man in front of her.

"This voice is"

The fat uncle in front of her was slightly startled:

"Is it Miss Akemi?"

"Huh?!" Miyano Akemi was shocked.

Suddenly hearing this all too familiar name, she thought she had met someone from the organization on the road.

But when the fat uncle turned around, what she saw was a warm, kind, and very familiar face:

This is

Mr. Dejima?

Sohei Dejima, male, 54 years old, well-known poster designer, president of Dejima Design Office.

The most important thing is that he is Miyano Akemi's father and Miyano Atsushi's childhood friend.

Miyano Akemi met him when she was a child.

And just a few months ago, a week before she started robbing a bank for the organization, she visited Sohei Dejima's office.

So Dejima Souhei also knew her when she grew up.

"Oops."

Miyano Akemi's heart sank:

Because she had not practiced voice-changing skills before, and the collar voice-changer had not yet been invented, she accidentally revealed her voice to that of Miyano Akemi in front of Akai Shuichi as Miss Asai.

As a result, Ms. Asai’s character was added with the setting that her voice is similar to Akemi’s.

So in order to avoid conflict with the character and avoid loopholes in the performance, she simply kept using this voice.

But what she didn't expect was...

I just go out to buy groceries, and I can meet acquaintances on the road.

And because her voice was so similar to Miyano Akemi, the other party recognized her voice directly.

"Is this voice Miss Akemi?"

The fat Sohei Dejima turned his head enthusiastically.

But what he saw was an unfamiliar face:

"Miss Akemi?" Miyano Akemi could only try her best to pretend to be stupid: "Sir, did you recognize the wrong person?"

"Uh, sorry."

Dejima Sohei smiled awkwardly:

"I seem to have recognized the wrong person."

"But, madam, your voice is really similar to that of a junior I know."

"Yes, really." Miyano Akemi nervously clenched her fists.

Then she was thinking about how to find an excuse to leave early - as a "dead person", she was not suitable to appear in front of any acquaintances.

Even if you are wearing a mask now, it is theoretically very safe.

But she still felt instinctively uneasy inside.

And just then.

The bald Mediterranean man in front of him who originally bent down to get a drink also turned his head in surprise:

"M-Miss Mingmei?"

"No, Imai." Sohei Dejima explained helpfully: "It's just a lady with a voice that is very similar to Akemi."

"Yes, you may have the wrong person."

Miyano Akemi hurriedly explained.

She also knew the bald man in front of her:

Tetsuo Imai, male, 52 years old, designer, assistant to Sohei Deshima.

He was also an old acquaintance she had met twenty years ago.

"oh oh"

"It turns out it's not Miss Akemi."

Somehow, Imai Tetsuo's expression was a little complicated:

"That's right. Miss Mingmei hasn't heard from her in several months."

"She left in such a hurry last time and didn't leave any contact information. I don't know how she is doing now."

"But... your voice really looks like hers."

He talked a lot.

It seems that he pays special attention to Miyano Akemi.

Miyano Akemi felt nervous and had no choice but to bite the bullet and said:

"Um. You haven't bought the drinks yet, have you?"

"If you can, can you hurry up? Sorry, I'm in a hurry."

She just wanted to quickly buy the drinks and pretend that nothing happened, and stay away from the two acquaintances in front of her.

"Oh, okay, okay." Dejima Sohei quickly responded: "Imai, buy the ice Coke I asked for too."

"Hurry up, we'll leave as soon as we finish shopping."

"Okay." Imai Tetsuo nodded slowly, and before taking action, he glanced at "Asai Kana" with a complicated expression.

Then he worked in front of the vending machine and helped Dejima Souhei choose a can of ice Coke.

Then with a bang, the Coke fell to the outlet.

Tetsuo Imai bent down to pick up the Coke, but the moment the outlet opened:

"Hey, this is it?"

Dejima Sohei and Miyano Akemi were both slightly startled:

In addition to the Coke that just dropped from the delivery port, there seems to be a can of iced oolong tea in the corner.

"Eh? Imai."

"Didn't you just order a can of Coke? Why are there two bottles of drinks in it?"

“Where did this jar of iced oolong tea come from?”

"Well," Imai Tetsuo also had a trace of doubt on his face: "This can of oolong tea seems to have been placed at the shipping port."

"I just saw it when I was buying my can of orange juice."

"Maybe someone forgot to take it after buying it?"

"Is there such a good thing? Haha" Dejima Souhei couldn't help but smile: "And there are also 'free drinks'?"

"That's just right. I also like drinking oolong tea."

He took the initiative to step forward and picked up the can of iced oolong tea left by an unknown person from the outlet:

"Imai, I remember you don't like oolong tea, right?"

"If you don't drink it, I'll take it away, haha."

Sohei Dejima picked up the can of oolong tea and pulled the tab open, as if he couldn't wait to taste this free drink given by God.

"Wait!" Imai Tetsuo suddenly shouted.

"What, what's wrong?" Dejima Souhei shocked him:

"Why are you shouting so loudly?"

"Ahem, Mr. Dejima." Imai Tetsuo showed a concerned smile: "It's better not to drink this kind of drink of unknown origin, right?"

"I don't even know who stayed here. What should I do if something goes wrong while drinking?"

"This" Dejima Souhei was slightly startled, but in the end he didn't take his assistant's concern to heart at all: "Are you too unfounded to worry about this, Imai?"

"It's just a can of oolong tea that someone forgot to pick up, what's the problem?"

"Hahaha Dejima Sohei smiled nervously: "Imai. "

"You're not worried that I might be unlucky enough to encounter some kind of 'poisonous coke' incident, right?"

"Those were all old cases from 20 years ago. Now there are no such lunatics to seek revenge on society."

As he said that, he opened the can of iced oolong tea regardless:

"Fortunately, it's quite cold."

"Oolong tea has to be drunk while it's still cold."

"This" Imai Tetsuo was still hesitant to say what he wanted to say.

But Dejima Sohei had already drank it in big gulps.

And then.

"ah--"

Miyano Akemi hadn't even reacted yet.

Her father's old classmate, her old acquaintance, Uncle Sohei Dejima, fell in front of him with a look of pain on his face.

"De-Mr. Dejima?!"

Miyano Akemi and Imai Tetsuo both looked shocked.

She instinctively moved forward and tried to rescue Sohei Dejima using the first aid skills she had learned when she was a peripheral agent in the organization.

But it only takes a few seconds.

"No breathing, heartbeat stopped"

Miyano Akemi's eyes widened blankly:

"Is he dead?"