Coroner Coroner

"The Coroner of Ke Xue" by Wang of the River

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The full title of the book: "As soon as I crossed into the world of Ke Xue, I was designated as the number one criminal suspect by a famous detective. As a coroner, I am not panicking now"

Author custom tags otaku technology flow wit hilarious crossing

Chapter 1 Lin Xinyi Wants to Live a Peaceful Life

Tokyo Metropolitan Government, Rice Flower Town, Tsunagawa River.

It was dawn, and the sky was still a little dark.

Several cruise ships hurried across the river, facing the rising sun and heading east.

And on a park bench by the river, a newcomer from another world is holding his "own" driver's license and carefully examining it:

"Name: Lin Xinyi."

"Born on May 47, Showa 5..."

Seeing the word "Showa", he was struck by a thunderstorm like the Washington Monument on a rainy night.

When he tried to convert this "Showa 47" into a familiar AD year, the last bit of luck in his heart was ruthlessly shredded by some mysterious force of nature like the American flag in the gust of wind.

After a long silence, this alien visitor, who can now be called "Lin Xinyi", began to self-regulate his emotions:

"I actually transmigrated into a post-70s generation..."

"Forget it... At least the surname is the same as before, it's still Lin."

Actually completely different.The Japanese surname "Lin" and the Chinese surname "Lin" are just the same, with completely different pronunciations and origins.

"It looks okay, at least it didn't become ugly after crossing."

To be able to take such a good-looking photo of the ID card on the driver's license, the appearance of this body is also dazzling enough.

"Ugh…"

He sighed lightly, put down his driver's license, and took out his phone from his arms.

The phone is an old Nokia that can be used to smash walnuts. The keys are faded due to excessive use, and there is a little black dirt in the gaps between the keys.

"It seems that 'I' is not a clean person."

Lin Xinyi frowned slightly.

Out of professional habit, he likes to keep everything around him clean.

But the unlucky ghost who was "robbed" by him obviously did not have such a good habit.

And there was a strong smell of smoke lingering on this guy. Lin Xinyi didn't like smoking.

He turned on the screen of his mobile phone with some disgust, and saw that the date displayed on the screen was: "1996..."

Seeing this, Lin Xinyi's expression became more and more subtle:

Sure enough, not only did he time travel to become a Showa boy in Japan, but he also inexplicably returned to the "past" more than 20 years ago.

Although it's not that I haven't imagined another life before, this kind of unexpected time travel is still not attached to the soul wear of the original owner's memory, which feels really bad.

After experiencing the initial hesitation, confusion, and even pain, and convinced that he has transmigrated into another person, he has to face a crucial question:

"Who the hell is 'I'?"

Lin Xin knew nothing about the owner of this body.

Just a driver's license can't let him master the identity information of "himself".

In order to live safely and legally in Japan in the past, he needs to quickly enter this role named Lin Xinyi.

Therefore, he can only carefully check the belongings carried by "self", hoping to find some useful clues that can help him take over this identity.

"The thickness of the wallet is very pleasing to the eye, and the visual inspection is a back wave."

"A credit card from Siling Bank, and a driver's license."

"The address is written on the driver's license, and I hope it matches the actual address."

"Lighter in pocket, empty cigarette case...that's great, and the house keys."

With an address and a key, Lin Xinyi, a newcomer, can also have a place to live.

And there should be more personal belongings of "Lin Xinyi" at home, which can help him better understand this role.

"Check your phone again."

"There may also be useful information in the address book and SMS mailbox."

As soon as Lin Xin thought about it, he took out the antique mobile phone from his arms again.

But at this moment, behind him, on this sparsely populated Jiangbin green space, a shout suddenly sounded:

"New ~"

"Follow up quickly!"

The voice is clear and pleasant, with the unique vitality of a young girl.

"Huh?" Lin Xin was taken aback for a moment.

Although the original owner's experiential memory no longer exists, the technical memory of language seems to remain intact in his body.

So he can speak Japanese fluently now, listening, speaking, reading, writing, and writing are the same as those of a native Tokyo native.

And the "Shinichi" just now was obviously calling his name.

Is it an acquaintance of the deity?

Then do I have to respond quickly... Otherwise, it would be bad if an acquaintance finds out something strange.

Thinking of this, Lin Xin quickly stood up, followed the voice and reached out to say hello:

"I'm here!"

"Ah?" Lin Xinyi responded with a puzzled expression on the girl's face.

She was wearing loose white training clothes, with thin sweat on her beautiful cheeks. She was obviously a sporty girl who came to the park early in the morning to exercise.

Aside from her own beauty, the most eye-catching part of her body is the protruding "horn" on the top of her head because her hair is too fluffy.

And not far from this beautiful girl with a horned head, stood a young boy who seemed to be running out of breath.

The boy was wearing a casual white shirt. Although his face was pale at the moment, and his clothes were messy because of sports, he still revealed an irresistible handsomeness from time to time.

Handsome men and beautiful women, they are probably such an impeccable combination.

And now, they are all looking at Lin Xinyi with a puzzled look.

His eyes seemed to say, "Who are you?"

"Uh..." Lin Xinyi quickly realized that something was wrong.

He scratched his head a little embarrassedly, and asked tentatively, "Didn't the 'Xinichi' call me just now?"

"No, no."

The "unicorn girl" pointed blankly at the boy beside him and said:

"I'm calling him..."

"Yes, Xiaolan is calling me."

The boy realized something in an instant:

"My name is Kudo Shinichi, and Shinichi is my name."

"If you guessed correctly..."

He looked at Lin Xinyi, and a confident smile appeared on the corner of his mouth unconsciously:

"Sir, you should happen to have the same name as me, right?"

"Sure enough, it's the same name..."

Lin Xinyi breathed a sigh of relief and replied:

"My name is Lin Xinyi, and my name is also Xinyi."

"But..." He paused for a moment and said to himself softly, "Shinichi Kudo, why do you seem to have heard this name before..."

"Haha."

Hearing this, that named Kudo Shinichi couldn't help but smiled confidently:

"Maybe I saw it in the newspaper."

"I promise, you will have many opportunities to hear this name in the future."

As he spoke, his eyes began to unconsciously glance at Lin Xinyi's body again.

That kind of gaze is focused and careful, as if he is intently examining an object.

Lin Xin felt uncomfortable, and asked aloud, "What are you looking at?"

"Ah... I'm sorry."

Kudo Shinichi said apologetically and said with a smile:

"I'm a high school detective, and I'm used to observing the details of others in the first place..."

"You know, like Sherlock Holmes."

"High school student... Detective?"

Lin Xin smiled politely:

Shouldn't high school students study hard to prepare for the college entrance examination, what kind of detective?

Those private detectives can usually accept small commissions for cheating and catching rape, not only their social status and income level are not on the table, but also because they use too many illegal methods such as tracking and eavesdropping, they are invited by police uncles to have tea and talk at any time. risks of.

This obviously won't be a glorious career dreamed up by high school students.

From what he saw and heard in his previous life, he never thought that these two words could be combined.