Coroner Ke Xue

A long time later, a high-end apartment in Mihua Town.

Lin Xinyi found this place based on the personal address recorded on "his" driver's license.

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

"It seems that 'my' financial strength is stronger 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 prices here would be.

Soon, he found the house number of "his house" based on the address, and walked along the corridor to the door.

Slowly insert the key and turn it tentatively

After a crisp click, the door opened.

"Huh, that's very good. The address is consistent with the ID."

Lin Xinyi breathed a sigh of relief.

After opening the door, he carefully took a look at the entrance in advance.

"There was only a pair of men's slippers on the floor."

"The few pairs of slippers placed on the shoe rack are also men's. They are all covered with dust. They are probably spares."

"It seems that 'I' usually live alone, and not many outsiders come to play at home recently."

He is very afraid that there are other parents and girlfriends living in "his" home.

If there was such a thing, he didn't know how to face these theoretical family members.

Observing that there was no trace of a second person living in the home, Lin Xinyi felt a lot more relaxed again.

He finally stepped into "his" home with confidence.

The home has a lot of space and the decoration is very high-grade.

Except for being a little dirty and messy due to the sloppiness of the original owner, this valuable apartment is definitely satisfying.

"Then, it's time to carefully investigate 'my' information."

Just like investigating a crime scene, Lin Xinyi began to carefully search the house for any clues that could help him understand "his" identity.

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

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

"I'm in deep trouble."

"Only death can free me."

It has no beginning and no end, making it impossible to understand why he committed suicide.

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

"The suicide note did not mention any family members or friends, and did not leave a word to them."

"Is it because he knows that his important people will never see this suicide note?"

"It seems that none of his family and friends are around, and his social circle is very narrow."

This is obviously a tragedy for the original owner.

But it is a good thing for Lin Xinyi.

For him, an impostor who has no memory of the original owner, the narrower the original owner's social circle, the better.

"But 'I'm in the abyss'?"

"What happened to him?"

"The tone doesn't sound like it's an emotional difficulty. Could it be a workplace problem?"

"Or is this guy involved in some illegal crime?"

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

And when he casually opened the drawer of the bedside table where the suicide note was placed, what was inside suddenly made his heart sink: "This is the Beretta M92F!"

Lin Xinyi looked at the black pistol he just took out from the bedside table with some astonishment.

There is a box of yellow bullets next to it, which glows with a unique metallic luster in the sun.

"If I remember correctly, Japan is also a country that strictly controls guns, right?"

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

"Isn't he a criminal?"

He couldn't help but feel his scalp tingling.

But soon, what was placed next to the pistol made him sigh in relief:

It was a "Gun License" issued by the Japanese government, proving that the original owner legally owned the gun.

"Fortunately, the gun is legal."

"Hopefully he's just a regular gun enthusiast."

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

Soon, something more important was found:

It was a badge-style work permit.

There is Lin Xinyi’s ID photo on it, as well as very important professional information:

"Name: Lin Xinyi"

"Position: Security Director"

"Babai Biopharmaceutical Co., Ltd."

Obviously, the original owner worked for a biomedical company.

In addition, the specific address of the pharmaceutical company is also written on the work permit.

"Security Director, what is your position?"

"Is there such a position in a pharmaceutical company?"

Lin Xin joined the police system as soon as he graduated and had never worked in a company.

In his layman's impression, the safety director is probably some kind of senior position responsible for supervising the company's production safety.

And it also has the word "general" in it, so it must be a leader.

Looking at it this way, the original owner should be very proud in the workplace, and there is a high probability that there is someone behind him-otherwise in a society like Japan that is more based on seniority, it may be difficult for a 24-year-old young man to become a leader.

If Lin Xinyi can successfully inherit the original owner's work, he should be able to save a lot of effort.

“But biopharmaceuticals?”

"This has nothing to do with my major."

Lin Xinyi felt a headache:

Although forensic medicine and biomedicine both have the word "medical" in them, they are basically two different things.

He has never studied biology or pharmacology, so he can't do this kind of work.

The safety director looks like a technical job at first glance. If he does not have certain professional knowledge, it is probably difficult to fill his job.

"Forget it, let's just resign."

"I probably can't earn this salary."

"Besides, I shouldn't have to rely on my salary to get rich."

Lin Xinyi threw the work permit aside and made a quick calculation in his mind:

The original owner lives in a high-end apartment and probably has a lot of savings.

Then all he has to do is sell the house, raise the deposit, and then fly back to his motherland.

You know, it was more than 20 years ago now

As long as you have money to invest, pigs can go to heaven.

It was impossible to work part-time, so I could only barely make ends meet by speculating in real estate and stocks.

In this way, Lin Xinyi dreamed of being reborn and getting rich, and at the same time he did not stop rummaging around.

Soon, another extremely important thing was found.

It was a passbook from Mitsubishi Bank.

“+892300.00“

"Hey, this guy actually has an after-tax income of 890,000 yen a month?"

An ordinary six-digit number printed on a passbook with fragrant ink will produce a happy magic.

But this joy did not last long, because he immediately saw a series of big minus signs after the plus sign.

That was an item of expenditure, and the amount of each item of expenditure could make Lin Xinyi, who was used to a life of poverty, tremble with fear.

The original owner lived a very extravagant life and spent money lavishly.

Simply living every day as if it were the last day of my life.

Lin Xinyi frowned tightly and looked through the thin passbook page by page.

And just when he turned to the last page

The wind was strong, the chill was rising, and even the sunlight outside the window seemed to be a little darker.

An extremely terrifying thing happened:

"Balance: 8899.00."

""

"Depend on!"

Lin Xinyi showed a rare expression of wanting to curse.

The house he lives in is like a second waver, and his income is as high as a front waver, but the balance on his account is not enough for a Fukuzawa Yukichi card.

This gives him the confidence to resign and return to China, and how can he make a fortune?

Selling your house for cash? That's probably not possible.

Because Lin Xinyi had already noticed when he looked through his bankbook that "he" had a huge fixed expenditure on a fixed date every month.

If he guessed correctly, this fixed expense is likely to be rent.

In other words, the high-end apartment he lives in now is probably rented, not his own.

Not only was he unable to sell his house and run away, he also had to find a way to collect next month's rent as soon as possible.

And the most terrifying thing is

Lin Xinyi also found a credit card from Sisubing Bank in "his" wallet before.

According to the original owner’s spending habits, plus this credit card that can borrow large amounts and spend in advance

His actual account balance is probably even more terrifying than what is written in the bankbook.

"Damn"

"You don't want me to help him pay off his credit card, do you?"

"If that's the case, then I can only do it"

Lin Xinyi's scalp felt numb for a while.

After a long silence, he finally picked up the work ID card that he had abandoned with a stiff face:

"I can only work part-time."

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