Coroner Coroner

Abe Yutaka's last effort was about to be stopped. Although it shouldn't kill Conan, it might hurt the little guy a lot.

But at this time...

I saw Conan squatting down and pressing lightly on his shoes.

The seemingly ordinary shoes suddenly exuded a host case with fancy peripherals, emitting a dazzling colorful streamer.

Then, Conan jumped up and jumped three feet into the air.

Another volley kick hit Abe Yutaka directly in the chest.

Abe Feng was like a fired shell, flying out quickly and hitting the wall heavily.

Lin Xinyi: "????"

Depend on!what is this? !

Kudo, that Zhanwu scum, why is he so strong now? !

Difficult, could it be that people in this world are like King Frieza, whose fighting power explodes when they get smaller?

Lin Xinyi was silent for a long time, and sighed in his heart:

The public does not deceive me, "The Blasphemer" did not deceive...

It is not impossible for Japanese elementary school students to walk [-] kilometers with a load of [-] kilograms.

Chapter 119 Treating Reasoning Addiction

Conan's kick was so fierce that the national football team couldn't match it.

Abe can't get back up again.

The police officers hurriedly found a stretcher and rushed the prisoner, who was barely hanging his last breath, to the hospital.

Conan easily dealt with the prisoner, and turned around to show Mao Lilan and Lin Xinyi a natural and relaxed smile.

"stop laughing?!"

Lin Xin pushed Conan aside, and said to him with an ugly face:

"Tell you not to meddle in the case, do you still have to meddle in your own business?"

"Besides, even if you want to intervene, can't you secretly tell me what you found?"

"Why did you come to Abe alone!"

"Don't let others find out that you, a primary school student, have abnormal brain development, so you feel uncomfortable all over?"

Conan was scolded bloody, very wronged:

"Why are you yelling so loudly..."

"I also want to use my child's appearance to trick him into pleading guilty and help solve the case."

"Then did you help?"

"..." Conan was a little embarrassed:

Those stupid prisoners have learned to be smart, and he can't help it.

"I was tied to the same boat with you when I rescued you."

"Please don't be so eager to show off, you're going to kill yourself, and drag me into the water..."

Lin Xinyi sighed helplessly, and asked again:

"Also, where did you get such strong feet just now?"

"Um, are you talking about this?" Conan showed off his new shoes to Lin Xinyi:

"This is the foot-strengthening shoe that my next-door inventor, Dr. Ali, helped me make."

"Although it looks like ordinary shoes, it is actually a scientific instrument that uses magnetism and electricity to adjust the output force on the feet."

Lin Xinyi: "..."

Bastard... Don't just find a sentence that sounds a bit scientific, just say it's science!

Outputting so much power, but not even a little reaction force...

Sir Newton was so angry that he sat up in the coffin!

"Forget it...it doesn't matter what kind of shoes you have."

"In short, from now on, don't show it to me in front of people!"

Lin Xinyi gritted his teeth and said:

"You show off your IQ and your legs. Why, are you afraid that you won't be able to make headlines?"

"Aren't you afraid of being targeted by someone who wants to use this kind of black technology in full view?"

"Exposed domineering, courting death!"

Conan's show operation is really more than one crop.

If it weren't for Lin Xinyi's upright personality, he would have been so angry that he called Gin Jiu to report him, and let the professional team in black suits take Conan away.

"I... didn't think about it that much."

Conan lowered his head in embarrassment.

He honestly admitted his mistake... Indeed, he himself thought that he should keep a low profile.

But as long as he encounters a case, he is like an old smoker addicted to cigarettes, he really can't control it...

"I see…"

Conan bowed his head to admit his mistake, and his mood was a little delicate:

After he became smaller, Lin Xinyi seemed to really treat him as a child, and kept admonishing him so unceremoniously.

What's even more aggrieved is...the lessons are all right, he can only accept it obediently.

Conan was in a complicated mood. At this moment, Mao Lilan walked over with her natural smile: "Conan?"

Conan couldn't help but relax:

In this stuffy life after becoming smaller, only his sister Xiaolan will give him warmth.

Then, in such unconscious anticipation, I saw Mao Lilan approaching slowly, her warm smile quietly froze:

"Conan, didn't I tell you before, didn't I tell you not to run around when the police were handling the case?"

"Why did you run to the suspect alone?"

"This is too dangerous!"

Conan couldn't answer at all.

Lin Xinyi taught him that he still had a little resistance, but facing Mao Lilan's annoyance full of worry and worry, he could only admit it with shame.

"Ah..." Mao Lilan looked helplessly at this brat who couldn't be taught well, and stopped talking.

Even Xiaolan who dotes on him the most ignores him, Conan is a little sad.

On the watch on the wrist, the pointer quietly points to 12 o'clock in the middle of the night.

Conan's heart suddenly filled with melancholy:

Ugh...the meddling, I'm sorry.

In the first grade of elementary school, he felt that he was about to close himself.

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The next day, at noon, Mihua Town Library.

For some reason, Mao Lilan had a double holiday again.

Just like the schools during the 2020 epidemic, there are endless holidays throughout the year.

Lin Xinyi also didn't know how many days students in this world could take classes a year. In short, his good student took advantage of the good opportunity of the holiday to ask him to make up lessons.

Because the process of participating in the autopsy yesterday made Mao Lilan feel deeply, and it also made her clearly aware of her lack of knowledge.

The powerless feeling like ordinary forensics police officers who have nothing to do and can only stand by the side as Teletubbies and camera tools makes Mao Lilan eager to learn some more in-depth knowledge.

Lin Xinyi knew in his heart that if he wanted to master anatomy, it would take a lot of time to systematically study basic medical courses, which could not be solved by his personal supplementary lessons.

But Mao Lilan is eager to learn, and he is also willing to help make up lessons.

Although medical courses such as anatomy are more difficult to learn, forensic pathology, a professional course specially designed for criminal investigation, can be properly compiled and simplified to give Mao Lilan a popular science in advance.

After learning this, at least you will not be so confused when observing autopsies and dissections, and you will be able to see a lot of useful things.

So, Lin Xinyi didn't go to the forensics class today to teach those troublesome scumbags, and came here to give Mao Lilan a little trouble.

And because he lacked professional books for teaching, the location of supplementary lessons was changed from Mao Lilan's home to this Mihua Town library.

The collection of books here is extremely rich, and you can find the professional books Lin Xinyi needs for teaching:

"Look, these pictures clearly show the different shapes of skull fractures."

Holding a tome of "Forensic Pathology"...

(Don't go to the title of the book on Baidu, the pictures that pop up on Baidu are more eye-catching than the pictures in the textbooks I bought)

Pointing to the photos of the damaged skull printed in full color and so clear that even the white brain tissue inside can be seen clearly, Lin Xinyi explained to Mao Lilan seriously:

"These are cranial indentations and scratches. Indentations are when the blunt instrument is hit vertically. The outer bone plate at the force is slightly depressed into the plate barrier, which can be used as a reference to speculate on the injury. And Scratch marks on the bone surface can be used to judge the location and direction of the force of the injuring object."

"Then, let's look at the other types, skull cuts...linear fractures...depressed fractures..."

Mao Lilan listened very carefully, and she could also ask questions on her own initiative:

"Mr. Negishi we dissected yesterday, his skull is a linear fracture, right?"

"Yes." Lin Xinyi explained very carefully:

"But that's because of the cracking of the skull caused by the embrittlement of the skull and the expansion of brain tissue at high temperature, and it was not caused by external shocks."

"When you encounter this kind of charred corpse at work in the future, you must pay attention to distinguishing it."