Coroner Coroner

"Why did Mr. Lin come to the park in a black suit in the morning?"

"Also, why are his trouser legs and shoes wet?"

"Eh... yeah..."

Xiaolan was slightly taken aback, only to realize that the problem was not simple.

Lin Xinyi was initially suspected of being a criminal suspect because his trouser legs and shoes had been wet with water.

But now it turns out that he was not the murderer, and he didn't throw the body at all, so how could he get his trouser legs wet?

"When I found the broken body, I immediately suspected that Mr. Lin was the murderer."

"And he rushed to the scene immediately after we found the body, which made me more suspicious of him."

"But actually, before this case happened..."

"I actually have another guess as to why Mr. Lin got his trouser legs wet."

Kudo Shin lowered his voice and gave Xiaolan a short time to think.

Seeing that Xiaolan still hadn't guessed the answer, he continued to remind:

"You know, we also smelled a strong smell of smoke from Mr. Lin at the time."

"He was still sorting things in his pocket and I saw an empty cigarette case in his pocket."

"All indications are that he has been smoking a lot of cigarettes recently, but his fingers are very clean - a regular heavy smoker will have a noticeable burnt yellow mark between the index and middle fingers."

"And at the same time, I noticed the phone he was holding:"

"There is a lot of dirt in the gaps between the keyboards of his mobile phone, which is a manifestation of the owner's sloppy living habits, dislike of personal hygiene, and sloppy appearance."

"But if you look at today, the suit on him was meticulously tidied up, the neckline and cuffs were not messy at all, and his hair and face were clean."

Kudo Shinichi has almost given the answer:

"A person who doesn't usually smoke, why would he suddenly smoke so much?"

"Why would a person who is usually sloppy suddenly clean himself up so clean?"

"This... is it?"

Xiao Lan covered her mouth in surprise.

She thought of a terrible guess.

"Yes."

Looking at the direction in which Lin Xinyi disappeared, Kudo Shinichi sighed softly:

"Mr. Lin Xinyi is the same as the dead lady."

"He was going to kill himself."

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Leaving the Metropolitan Police Department alone, thinking of Kudo Shinichi's worried eyes just now, Lin Shinichi couldn't help but recall his experience when he first arrived here:

When he crossed over in the morning, he opened his eyes and found himself standing in the cold river in a daze.

Soon, Lin Xin faintly realized the original owner's intention to appear here, so he quickly went ashore and found a park bench to sit down, and began to look for clues from his body that could help him better understand "self".

Then, it was his chance encounter with Kudo Shinichi and Maorilan.

"That famous detective is also quite interesting."

Recalling the experience at that time, Lin Xinyi couldn't help but smile:

"He pestered me to ask questions at that time, but he actually wanted to confirm my mental state and prevent me from committing suicide by jumping into a river again?"

"Oh, what a nice guy..."

"As you said, I hope we have a chance to meet again in the future."

Lin Xinyi thought about it, and added a premise in his mind:

"Uh... As long as it's not at the scene of the crime."

Chapter 12 Lin Xinyi's Work

After a long time, a certain high-end apartment in Meihua Town.

Lin Xinyi found it here according to the personal address recorded on his "own" driver's license.

If all goes well, this will be his future home.

"It seems that 'I' is more economically powerful than imagined."

Standing in the corridor of the apartment, looking through the window at the towering Tokyo Tower in the distance, Lin Xinyi could already guess how exaggerated the land price here would be.

Soon, he found the house number of "home" according to the address, and walked along the corridor to the door.

Slowly insert the key and turn it tentatively...

Click, after a crisp sound, the door opened.

"Huh...very good, the address is the same as the document."

Lin Xinyi breathed a sigh of relief.

Pushing open the door, he carefully glanced at the entrance of the entrance in advance.

"Only a pair of men's slippers on the floor."

"Several pairs of slippers on the shoe rack are also men's style, and they are all covered with dust. It is estimated that they are spares."

"It seems that 'I' usually live alone, and no outsiders have come to play at home recently."

He was very afraid that "his" family had other parents, mothers and girlfriends living...

If there is, he doesn't know how to deal with these theoretical family members.

Observing that there was no trace of a second person living in the house, Lin Xinyi's heart relaxed a lot again.

He finally stepped into his "own" home with confidence.

The home has a lot of space, and the decoration is also very classy.

Aside from being a little dirty and messy because of the original owner's scruff, this valuable apartment is definitely satisfying.

"Then, it's time to carefully investigate the information on 'I'."

As if investigating a crime scene, Lin Xinyi carefully searched the house for all clues that could help him understand the identity of "himself".

The first to be found is the suicide note left by the original owner.

This suicide note is clearly placed on the bedside table, and its content is shockingly simple:

"I have fallen into the abyss."

"Only death can set me free."

There is no beginning and no end, and people can't understand why he committed suicide at all.

But Lin Xinyi still worked hard to read some useful content from these short two lines:

"The suicide note did not mention any family and friends, nor did it leave a word for them."

"Is it because... he knows that his important people can't see this suicide note at all?"

"It seems that his family and friends are not around, and his interpersonal circle is very narrow."

This is obviously a tragedy for the original owner.

But it was a good thing for Lin Xinyi.

For him, a fake with no memory of the original owner, the narrower the original owner's interpersonal circle, the better.

"But... 'I've fallen into the abyss'?"

"What happened to him..."

"Looking at the tone, it doesn't look like emotional difficulties. Could it be a problem in the workplace?"

"Or... this guy has something to do with something illegal or criminal?"

Lin Xin felt that something was wrong, so he quickened his actions and continued the search.

And when he pulled open the drawer of the bedside table where the suicide note was placed, the contents inside suddenly made his heart sink: "This is... Beretta M92F!"

Lin Xinyi looked at the black pistol he just took out from the bedside table with a little stunned expression.

There was also a box of yellow bullets next to it, glowing with the unique luster of metal in the sun.

"If I remember correctly, Japan is also a country with strict gun control, right?"

"This guy has a pistol and bullets in his house..."

"He's not a criminal, is he?"

He couldn't help feeling a tingling in his scalp.

But soon, the thing placed next to the pistol immediately made him greatly relieved:

It was a "gun license" issued by the Japanese government to prove that the original owner legally owned the gun.

"Fortunately, this gun is legal."

"Hopefully he's just your average gun lover."

Lin Xinyi temporarily suppressed his doubts and continued to rummage through the messy drawer.

Soon, something more important was found:

It was a badge-type work permit.

It has Lin Xinyi's ID photo and very important professional information:

"Name: Lin Xinyi"

"Position: Director of Security"

"Eight Hundred Bio-Pharmaceutical Co., Ltd."