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

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

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

"It seems that 'my' economic strength is stronger than I imagined."

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

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

Slowly insert the key, tentatively turn it...

After a click, crisp sound, the door opened.

"Whew... Very good, the address is the same as on the document. ”

Lin Xinyi breathed a sigh of relief.

Pushing open the door, he carefully glanced at the situation in the entrance again.

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

"The few pairs of slippers on the shoe rack are also men's, and they are all dusty, so they are probably spare."

"It seems that 'I' usually live alone, and there haven't been many outsiders coming to play at home recently."

He was afraid that "himself" would have some parents, mothers, girlfriends and girlfriends living in his house...

If he had, he wouldn't know what to do 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 peace of mind.

There is a lot of space in the home and the decoration is very classy.

In addition to being a little dirty and messy because of the sloppiness of the original owner, this expensive apartment is definitely satisfying.

"Well, then, it's time to take a closer look at my' information."

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

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

The suicide note was laid out on the bedside table, and its contents were outrageously simple:

"I'm in the abyss."

"Only death can give me relief."

has no beginning and no end, so that people can't understand why he committed suicide at all.

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

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

"Is it because... He knew that his important people couldn't see this suicide note at all? ”

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

This is clearly a tragedy for the original owner.

But it's a good thing for Lin Xinyi.

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

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

"What the hell happened to him..."

"It doesn't look like it's an emotional difficulty, it's a workplace problem?"

"Or... What is this guy involved in illegal and criminal matters? ”

Lin Xinyi faintly felt that something was wrong, so he accelerated his movements and continued to search.

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

Lin Xinyi looked at the black pistol he had just taken out of the bedside table with some astonishment.

Next to it was a box of yellow bullets, which shone with a metallic sheen in the sun.

"If I'm not mistaken, Ben is also a country with strict gun control, right?"

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

"He's not going to be some kind of criminal, is he?"

He couldn't help but feel a tingling in his scalp.

But soon, what was placed next to the pistol immediately made him breathe a sigh of relief:

It was a "gun permit" issued by the government, which proved that the original owner was legally in possession of the firearm.

"Luckily, the gun is legal."

"Let's hope he's just a regular gun enthusiast."

Lin Xinyi temporarily suppressed the doubts in his heart and continued to rummage through the messy drawers.

Soon, something more important was found:

It was a badge-style work card.

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

"Name: Lin Shinichi"

"Position: Director of Safety"

"Ya00 Biopharmaceutical Co., Ltd."

Obviously, the original owner worked for a biomedical company.

In addition to this, the specific address of the pharmaceutical company is also written on the work card.

"Director of Security, what is this title?"

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

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

In his layman's mind, the safety director is probably some kind of senior position responsible for overseeing the production safety of the enterprise.

And there is a word "total" in it... You have to be a leader.

If you look 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 more seniority society like Yuben, it may be difficult for a 24-year-old young man to become a leader.

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

"But... Biopharmaceuticals? ”

"It's not related to my profession at all."

Lin Xin had a headache for a while:

Although forensic medicine and biomedicine both carry the word "medicine", they are basically two different things.

He didn't study biology or pharmacology, so he couldn't do this kind of work.

At first glance, the safety director is a technical job, and if there is no certain professional knowledge, it is estimated that it is difficult to fill the number indiscriminately.

"Forget it, let's just resign."

"I don't think I can earn this salary."

"And I don't have to make a fortune on my salary."

Lin Xinyi casually threw the work permit aside, and quickly made a small calculation in his heart:

The original owner lives in a high-end apartment, and it is estimated that there will be a lot of savings.

Then I only need to sell this house, withdraw my savings, and then fly back to my motherland.

You know, it's more than 20 years ago...

As long as there is money to invest, pigs can go to heaven.

It is impossible to work part-time, and you can only speculate in real estate and stocks, so you can barely make ends meet.

Lin Xinyi did this to relive the dream of becoming rich, and at the same time did not let go of the action of rummaging and searching.

Soon, something extremely important was found.

It was a passbook from the Bank of Tsutsubishi.

“+892300.00“

"Shhhh This guy actually has an after-tax income of 890,000 yen a month? ”

An ordinary six-digit number, printed on a passbook with scented ink, will give birth to a kind of blissful magic.

But the joy did not last long, for he immediately saw a series of large minuses behind the plus.

It was an expense, and the amount of each expenditure could make Lin Xinyi, who was used to living a poor life, tremble.

The original owner's life was very extravagant, and he spent money very lavishly.

It's like living every day as if it were the last day of your life.

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

And just as he turned the last page...

The wind was blowing, the cold was surging, and even the sunlight outside the window seemed to be a little darker.

An extremely horrific thing happened:

"Balance: 8899.00."

“.......“

"Damn!"

Lin Xinyi rarely showed this kind of expression that wanted to scold.

The house is like a back wave, the income is as high as a front wave, but the balance in the account is not enough for a fortune Yukichi.

How can he have the confidence to resign and return to China, and how can he make a fortune?

Sell your house for cash? That's probably not going to work.

Because Lin Xinyi had already noticed when he was looking through the passbook that "he" had a huge amount of fixed expenses on a fixed date every month.

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

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

Not only did he not be able to sell his house and run away, but he also had to find a way to make up next month's rent as soon as possible.

And the most terrifying thing is...

Lin Xinyi also found a credit card of Sitsubishi Bank in his "own" wallet before.

According to the consumption habits of the original owner, plus this credit card that can borrow large amounts and consume ahead of time...

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

"Damn..."

"You won't want me to pay back your credit card, will you?"

"If that's the case... Wouldn't I have to..."

Lin Xinyi's scalp was numb for a while.

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

"I can only work part-time."