Coroner Coroner

Asai Narumi was taken aback by this furious and strong man who suddenly jumped out.

But he still tried his best to keep calm, and said to Matsubara Katsura:

"Mr. Matsubara, calm down."

"I haven't found out the cause of your son's death, but the evidence so far is enough to prove that his death was not caused by Miss Maori and the driver."

Hearing Asai Chengmi's conclusion so firmly, Mao Lilan and the driver of the car all looked over expectantly.

Especially the uncle driver shouted excitedly:

"I, I just said it? This matter has nothing to do with me!"

"Nonsense!" Katsura Matsubara said angrily, "My son was run over by your car like that, so it has nothing to do with you?"

"It's really okay." Asai Chengshi took out a few photos.

Some of these photos were taken by the police officers of the forensic department at the scene, and some were taken of the local wounds when he was doing the autopsy.

Lin Xinyi looked at the photo for a while:

In the photos, the injuries of the deceased Kenichi Matsubara looked really horrific.

His thighs were crushed heavily by the wheels, and the fabric of his trouser legs and the skin of his thighs were peeled off under the rotating wheels, twisting into a puddle of rags.

And in the semi-circular large-area crushing and peeling wound, the disgusting yellow fat and red muscle are also unreservedly revealed at this moment.

Once the wheels come into contact with the fragile human body, they become a terrible skinning machine.

This picture is very impactful.

A normal person would feel that the deceased died under the crush of a wheel at a glance.

"But the real cause of death was definitely not a car accident."

Lin Xinyi said calmly:

"The skin on the thigh was so severely torn off, but judging from the photos at the scene, the amount of bleeding was surprisingly small."

"The wound has no life response at all, which means that the deceased... died before being crushed by the wheels."

"Mr. Driver, what you ran over was actually a corpse."

"I... what I crushed was a corpse?" The uncle driver was overjoyed, and turned to Matsubara and shouted:

"Asshole, did you hear that?"

"It's obviously your son's own fault, what does it have to do with me?!"

"Be polite." Lin Xinyi frowned tightly.

He glared coldly at the driver who had already got rid of his responsibility, then turned his head to Matsubara Matsubara with a livid face and said:

"Mr. Matsubara, that's the truth."

"Your son was dead before he fell to the ground."

"And this death has nothing to do with Miss Mao Lilan—"

Hayashi Shinichi took the photo from Narumi Asai, pointed to the close-up of the deceased's head in the photo and said:

"Witnesses can attest that the deceased was hit on the forehead by a small cement block."

"But look at the forehead of the deceased... There is not even a little peeling of the skin and no symptoms of subcutaneous bleeding."

"The cement block didn't even leave any light marks, how could it possibly knock people unconscious, or even kill them?!"

Matsubara Katsura's expression became even uglier.

He subconsciously wanted to lose his temper, but the beautiful silver-haired woman next to him suddenly gave him a knife-like look.

It's strange to say... that woman's appearance is so weak and harmless...

But this look just makes people feel that they will die in the next second.

Matsubara's momentum was greatly reduced by the suppression, and he didn't dare to rampage like a mad cow anymore.

But he was still a little unwilling, and asked Lin Xinyi with a dark face:

"You said he wasn't run over by a car or stoned to death, so how else could my son die?"

"He was clearly helping me out to buy beer in the afternoon, why did he die on the way?"

"This..." Asai Chengshi hesitated for a while.

On this point, he has not yet got an answer.

But Lin Xinyi looked carefully at the photos taken during the corpse inspection, thought quietly for a while, and then suddenly raised his head and asked:

"Mr. Matsubara, the injury on your son..."

"How did it come here?"

There were many bruises on the body of the deceased, so many that it was shocking.

Most of the injuries are in the form of strip injuries, and hollow subcutaneous hemorrhage is more common.

In some places where the skin has been broken, it can be seen that the margin of the wound is not very neat, showing a jagged shape.

Lin Xin knew at a glance that this was a typical blunt force injury caused by repeated beatings with wooden sticks.

"This... This is caused by his fight with someone three days ago."

Matsubara Katsura's face suddenly became a little ugly.

"Oh, tell me, who did he fight with?" Lin Xinyi asked.

"This..." Katsura Matsubara's eyes were erratic, and he didn't have the confidence to speak:

"My son was like this when he came back from outside that day. How do I know who beat him?"

"It must have provoked some local hooligans!"

"Hehe." Lin Xinyi's voice suddenly cooled down:

"Beating people only hit the chest, back, and thighs, all places that can be covered by clothes."

"The arms, cheeks, and calves that would be exposed outside the clothes are not injured at all."

"As far as I know, this kind of injury is not something you can get in a street fight."

In street fights, the murderer usually greets them in whatever way he can.

It is very common to beat people until their noses are bruised and their faces are swollen.

Especially the arm the victim would have used instinctively to block would almost certainly show obvious resistance damage.

But now, the violent murderer beats people in a selective place, as if he is worried that the victim's injuries will be exposed for others to see.

Generally, this kind of injury is caused by school bullying or domestic violence.

"Mr. Matsubara, please be honest..."

"Did you get these injuries?"

Lin Xin pressed on step by step, a sharp look flashed in his eyes:

"Don't lie, this kind of thing can't be hidden from others."

"If you don't say it, your neighbors will too."

"Even if you don't say anything, the stick you used to beat the dead to pieces can still be used as evidence!"

"I think—that wooden stick that you specially used to teach your son, you must have not disposed of it?"

"You, you..." Katsura Matsubara shivered in fright: "How do you know that I beat you with a wooden stick...cough cough..."

His face darkened, and he felt that he was talking too much, so he closed his mouth resentfully.

But he doesn't speak.

Mrs. Matsubara, who was crying silently at the side, spoke:

"Yes...he did it."

"You?!" Matsubara Katsura looked over viciously: "Smelly woman, what did you say?!"

He dared not speak loudly in front of the terrible Belmode.

But looking back at his wife, his "spirit" returned immediately:,

"Shut up for me, or I, I..."

"Are you going to hit me?"

Madam Songyuan wiped away her tears and said coldly:

"You can fight if you want... I've had enough!"

Madam Matsubara looked much younger than Katsura Matsubara.

Also, a lot weaker.

Standing in front of the burly and majestic Matsubara Katsura, she was like a fragile flower.

But it was very strange, she still faced her husband's fierce gaze, stood up bravely, and told the truth:

It turned out that Matsubara Katsura had been staying at home drinking heavily since he was laid off during the economic crisis.

The days of unemployment made him gradually become psychologically distorted, coupled with the effect of alcohol, he often inflicted domestic violence on his wife and children at home.

Both Mrs. Matsubara and the dead Matsubara Kenichi had been subjected to domestic violence by this man.

And the dead were not even the hardest beaten.

Usually, Mrs. Matsubara was beaten the most and injured the most.

According to her own account, she was even hospitalized twice because of her husband's domestic violence.

"This is the true face of this man!"

Mrs. Matsubara said decisively:

"Whether it's me or the dead Kenichi, it's just this incompetent man's punching bag!"

Matsubara was furious when he heard this.

Looking at him like this, if it weren't for the presence of the police, he might lose control again.