Coroner Coroner

"Can you guarantee that Curaçao will be like you, without recovering from amnesia for so long?"

"Eh..." Lin Xinyi had nothing to say.

His case is a little different.

"And even if it's you."

"It's not completely amnesia, is it?"

"I, and the girl from Miyano's family, you will more or less remember people and things that are important to you, won't you?"

Whether it's Belmode or Haibara Ai.

They all firmly believe that even if Lin Xinyi loses his memory and forgets everything, he still remembers his past love for them.

"Eh..." Lin Xinyi smiled awkwardly: "That's right..."

"makes sense."

And Belmode is right, no one can guarantee that Curacao's memory will not be restored.

"Then do as I say..."

Belmode acted efficiently, picking up a steel pipe at random.

She was going to directly interrupt Curacao's hands and feet.

Take it back and stuff it in the dark cell.

"Hmm..." Lin Xinyi wondered whether he should stop it or not.

At this time, only Miss Curacao was listening, and suddenly she hummed pitifully hastily:

"That, that..."

"Mr. Lin, Miss Chris."

"Can I ask, what happened to me?"

"Why does my head... seem to have been hit by someone?"

Curacao touched his blue and purple forehead and asked very concerned.

"Ahem, this..."

Belmode paused for a moment, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"I'm not so sure either."

"We just drove by not long ago, and found that there was a person lying on the construction site,"

"When we come to check the situation, you will already look like this."

"I think... you must have been attacked by someone?"

"Yes, is it..."

Curacao swallowed nervously:

"Is it really just being attacked?"

"I... I didn't do anything weird, did I?"

"strange things?"

Belmode couldn't understand:

"you mean…"

Curacao struggled, nervously, and pitifully clutched the corner of his skirt.

Finally, after a tangled silence, she lifted her calf slightly uneasily.

I saw a big bluish-purple palm print deeply branded on the calf that was originally white and smooth.

This is obviously the palm print of a man.

Without reasoning or forensic knowledge, a person in their right mind can see that:

There was once a man who roughly grabbed her ankle and grabbed her calf so brutally that this shocking bruise was left on her originally flawless leg.

For a young lady who has absolutely no memory of what happened to her...

Undoubtedly a frightening discovery.

"me…"

"I haven't been asked to do anything, have I?"

Curacao bit his lip tightly and asked nervously.

Lin Xinyi: "..."

"Ahem, this..."

"No, absolutely not."

Lin Xinyi patted his chest and assured:

"When we found you, your clothes were so neat."

"I can assure you that the murderer didn't do anything strange to you."

"Then, that's good..."

Curacao heaved a sigh of relief.

Then he pondered again:

"But who did I provoke..."

"Why did he beat me like this and leave me here?"

"Is this..."

Holding the steel pipe in his hand, Belmode walked up to him with a smile:

"How about we help you call the police and ask the police to help investigate your identity?"

"police?"

Curacao was slightly taken aback.

These two words seemed to trigger some self-protection mechanism, causing her brain to ache instantly.

"No"

"Don't call the police!"

Curacao held his head with a splitting headache, and subconsciously growled:

"You must not send me to the police!"

Seeing this situation, the expressions of Lin Xinyi and Belmode became subtle.

Belmode secretly cast a look at Lin Xinyi.

That look seemed to say:

You see, she does remember some.

Still have to break the leg.

Otherwise it is not safe.

Holding the long steel pipe, Belmode moved closer.

Curacao was unprepared for this.

"and many more"

At the critical moment, Lin Xinyi suddenly stopped in front of her.

"Huh?" Curacao looked up at him stupidly.

"It's okay, if you don't call the police, don't call the police."

Lin Xinyi signaled Belmode to calm down with his eyes.

At the same time, he smiled and turned to Curacao and said:

"Since you don't want to go to the police, and you can't remember who you are."

"Then come to my house first."

"To live at your house?"

Curacao is a little embarrassed:

"Is this convenient?"

"It's okay." Lin Xinyi smiled kindly: "My house is quite big."

"You are welcome to come to my house to rest. It's no problem to think about how to retrieve your memory after resting."

"Thank you..." Curacao was very grateful:

"This is too much trouble for you, Mr. Lin."

"Yeah." Belmode glared at him angrily: "This is very troublesome..."

"How about changing her place?"

She held the steel pipe in her hand, implying that she would directly "change" Curacao into a black prison.

"The issue of residence will be discussed later."

"Take her back to check her brain first."

Lin Xinyi subtly comforted Belmode:

"It won't be too late to make a decision after the examination confirms whether she really lost her memory and whether she still has hope of recovery."

"Anyway, we're all watching by her side now... She's going to be fine, isn't she?"

Belmode was silent for a while.

Then he snorted softly: