Coroner Ke Xue

"This choice will determine your entire future life."

"I hope you will think carefully about this for yourself."

Faced with such soul questioning, Mao Lilan couldn't help but fell into deep thought:

Does she really have the determination to become a forensic scientist?

Lin Xinyi was right. If the ultimate goal was just to fall in love, she could choose a more relaxed, effortless and straightforward path.

Beating up Kudo is a very simple and feasible way——

Anyway, that bastard abandoned her countless times and forgot every time he said it. A beating would also make her memory long.

"How should I choose?"

Under Lin Xinyi's serious and expectant gaze, Mao Lilan became increasingly entangled.

She was unable to give an answer.

By this time, the police officers from the Forensic Division had already made a discovery:

“We found ballpoint pens at the scene!”

"We found a note here that is suspected to be written by the deceased!"

Two important pieces of evidence were found one after another, and there was obviously a huge breakthrough in the case.

Lin Xin glanced at Mao Lilan, who was still frowning and struggling with the choice of her future:

"Don't think about it yet, Miss Mao Lilan."

"We'll investigate the case first, and then we'll give you your answer after the case is solved."

"Yeah" Maoli Lan nodded slowly, her eyes finally firmed up.

Outside the blockade, Conan instinctively drew attention to the two physical evidences he had just discovered.

As a detective, this is almost his instinct.

Conan subconsciously wanted to get into the blockade to see with his own eyes the ballpoint pen and paper found at the scene, but this time the forensics officer responsible for protecting the scene was much more serious than before.

They kept the little kid out of the blockade without mercy.

Conan felt helpless for a while.

Fortunately, at this time, the police officer responsible for the investigation at the scene read the contents of the note out loud:

"'Kubota'!"

"There is a person's name written on the note, Kubota. Who is Kubota?"

"Kubuda is an employee of our art museum."

An old man, about sixty or seventy years old, with a slim build and white hair and beard, answered.

The old man is Director Ochiai, the manager of this art museum.

Director Ochiai mentioned Kubota's identity, and under his guidance, all the police officers present focused their attention on the middle-aged art museum employee named Kubota.

"Why is my name on the note?"

"I definitely didn't kill anyone!"

Mr. Kubota shivered under the gaze of the police.

He defended himself in a cold sweat, but soon found more evidence against him.

First, the mobile supplementary team responsible for adjusting the surveillance video came back to report.

Surveillance video captured the entire murder process:

The incident occurred around 4:30 p.m.

The murderer was wearing a full-body European knight's armor, and his face was blocked by the helmet, so his appearance could not be seen clearly.

The murderer hit Manaka's boss in the back with a sword, and then he lost his footing and fell, so he temporarily stopped attacking.

Boss Manaka, who was already seriously injured, retreated to the wall. Taking advantage of this opportunity, he used the label paper on the wall and the ballpoint pen on the table next to him to scribble on the paper as if to write something.

Then, the murderer resumed his offensive and nailed Boss Manaka to the wall with one sword.

"Since the surveillance video has proven that the note was written by Boss Manaka before his death, and the name written on the note is Mr. Kubota's name, then"

After understanding these situations, the eyes of the Mumu Police Department suddenly flashed with a sharp light:

"Mr. Kubota, what were you doing around 4:30 this afternoon?"

"Do you have an alibi for the time of the crime?"

"I" Kubota's face suddenly changed:

Obviously, he had no alibi.

"At that time, I was alone in the office processing the director's documents."

"You have to believe me, I, I really didn't kill anyone!"

Kubota hurriedly defended himself, but those colleagues from the museum gave Mr. Kubota a fatal blow:

"Kubota, there's no use hiding it."

"You secretly took out the art here and sold it, and it came to light a few days ago."

"Boss Manaka is asking you for huge compensation, isn't he?"

These even have motives for murder.

There was no alibi, there was a motive for the murder, and his name was written on the note left by the deceased.

This Mr. Kubota has become a murderer in the eyes of everyone.

"Mr. Kubota, you'd better confess your guilt as soon as possible!"

"I have sent people to search your office."

"Pleading guilty now can still be regarded as surrendering. By the time we find evidence of your crime, it will be too late."

The Mumu Police Department skillfully used interrogation techniques to induce the suspect to admit his crime obediently.

Mr. Kubota, who was sweating profusely and pale, looked like a guilty criminal who was worried about being exposed.

"No this case won't be that simple."

"Kubota is an employee of the art museum. He can obviously avoid the surveillance cameras and commit crimes. Why does he have to put on knight armor and run under the surveillance cameras to kill people?"

"Is it to restore the painting? Would a guy who knows how to steal and sell art really choose such an 'artistic' method?"

Conan overheard the conversation and quickly discovered something suspicious.

But now the forensics class doesn't let him see the physical evidence or the surveillance cameras. Even if he has doubts, he can only stand aside and watch the police investigate the case.

Just like an Internet-addicted teenager who can only stand aside and watch others play games, Conan feels anxious and itchy now, wishing he could rush in and have fun.

And he just held it in anxiously, and it took him a moment to react.

I, who had just seriously reflected in my heart, seemed to be addicted again.

"Well" Conan blushed and became quiet.

He really wanted to restrain his desire for reasoning, but reasoning was like an instinct written in his DNA and could not be erased.

"There must be something wrong with this case."

Unconsciously, Conan began to reason again.

However, the previous reflection and introspection still played a lot of roles:

In the past, Conan would just think about nothing and engage in reasoning excitedly.

But now, Conan is able to reason with excitement and immersion with a sense of guilt:

"He deliberately chose to kill in a place with surveillance, and because of the so-called 'mistake,' the deceased left a death message on the surveillance camera so smoothly."

"The murderer is likely to be someone else."

"He must have set up some kind of 'trick' to change the name on the note to Mr. Kubota."

Although he did not have permission to see physical evidence or surveillance, Conan still deduced a lot of things.

"If I were to investigate, I would be able to see through the murderer's cover-up."

"But Lin Xinyi is only good at checking traces and corpses, but he is not good at dealing with such magic tricks!"

Conan thought about it and figured out the "legality" of his action:

Human lives matter.

If he didn't take action, what if Lin Xinyi couldn't figure out the murderer's scheme?

Professional matters should be left to professionals.

As a detective, if you see a case involving a conspiracy, you must come forward.

As for quitting addiction, I will definitely do it next time.

Conan thought this and prepared to muster up the courage to bypass the police guard and sneak into the blockade quietly.

He already had a very bold guess in his mind.

As long as he can see the note with his own eyes, he can verify his thoughts and see through the murderer's conspiracy.

Only then can justice be served and good people not be wronged.

Of course, apart from this high-sounding reason and my own addiction to reasoning,

Conan actually also secretly wanted to surpass Lin Xinyi in reasoning.

In the past, this kind of competition was just the competitiveness of young people and exchanges between peers.

But now, after unknowingly treating Lin Xinyi as a potential love threat, this competition in reasoning seems to have been given a richer meaning.

Thinking this way, Conan became even more motivated.

Then, at this moment

At the critical moment when he enthusiastically regarded Lin Xinyi as his opponent and wanted to use this case to show off...

Lin Xinyi suddenly sighed helplessly:

"You murderers, you always think of new tricks for me."

"How about simply killing people and running away?"

"You are so smart that you stay at the scene and play tricks. Do you really think that we police officers are just for free?"

"It's like dragging a dung truck and walking behind it - looking for dung!"

"Uh?" Everyone was stunned for a moment:

Lin Xinyi suddenly taunted the murderer, which meant that

"Manager Lin, have you solved this case?"

"Who is the murderer?"

"Don't think about asking me every time."

"For such a simple case, there is no need for me to take action."

Lin Xinyi sighed helplessly.

Then, he gently pushed Mao Lilan out beside him.

Mao Lilan was originally waiting for Lin Xinyi to give her answer, but was suddenly pushed to the front desk, and she was still a little confused for a moment.

She was about to speak when she heard Lin Xinyi say to everyone:

"This Miss Mao Lilan is a student I have just taught for one day. She has never studied criminal investigation before."

"It's enough to let her do the next investigation of the case."

"Huh?" Mao Lilan was slightly startled.

Conan, who was half leaning into the blockade, was even more stunned:

He suddenly discovered that the opponent he was competing with for reasoning this time

It seems that she has become Xiaolan?