Maolilan was a little surprised that this dangerous woman could make herself feel warm.

Belmode, on the other hand, had already gently taken her by the hand and led her to sit aside:

"Sit and rest."

"Miss Maori, this is just an accident that has nothing to do with you, you don't need to take it personally."

"I—" Maolilan knew that the beautiful lady in front of her was not a good person.

But somehow, she could feel the sincerity in the other party's eyes, so much so that she unconsciously let down her guard and spoke her heart:

"I'm still a little worried."

"Will the dead be because of my fault..."

"No, it won't." Belmode said firmly.

She gently hugged Mao Lilan in her arms and comforted her warmly, but the eyes that no one could notice gradually became a little colder:

Regardless of whether the truth is true or not, as Maolilan feared.

She would never let Maolilan get hurt.

At this moment, Belmode's mind flashed through countless ways to save his Angel from punishment.

"But... According to Angel's character, what she is worried about is not punishment at all, right? ”

Looking at the clear and clean eyes in front of him, without a trace of pollution, Belmode was also entangled and had no choice.

She felt that if she secretly helped with the dirty work, she would be blaspheming the sanctity of the angels.

And Maolilan is not afraid of punishment at all... She was just worried about her own mistakes, whether she really hurt others.

"There's really nothing I can do with you..."

Belmode smiled helplessly:

"So, what is the truth?"

Thinking so in her heart, she thoughtfully shifted her gaze to Lin Xinyi.

Lin Xinyi had already made the decision to autopsy at this time, and was about to rush to the forensic class to assist Asai Narumi to complete the autopsy together.

And at this moment, Asai Narumi unexpectedly found this place first.

"Mr. Lin, are you there too?"

Asai Narumi held a freshly baked autopsy report and said with some excitement:

"I have already done an autopsy on the deceased."

"From the autopsy, it is basically certain that the death of the deceased has nothing to do with Miss Maolilan or the car driver."

"W-What?!" Before Lin Xinyi could speak, Matsubara Katsu had already jumped up excitedly:

"What are you kidding—"

"If it's okay with the two of them, then did my son get killed by the air?"

Narumi Asai was startled by this furious strong man who suddenly burst out.

But he still tried to keep his composure, and said to Matsubara Katsu:

"Mr. Matsubara, calm down."

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

Hearing Asai Narumi say so definitively, Moriran and the driver of the sedan all looked at each other expectantly.

Especially the driver's uncle, he shouted excitedly:

"I—I'll just say it, right? This has nothing to do with me! ”

"Nonsense!" Matsubara said angrily: "My son has been rolled over like that by your car, can it still have nothing to do with you?" ”

"It really doesn't matter." Narumi Asai took out a few photos.

Some of these photographs were taken by officers of the Forensic Bureau at the scene, as well as photographs taken of him on a local wound during the autopsy.

Lin Xinyi took a look at the photo:

In the photo, the injuries of the deceased Kenichi Matsubara look very horrific indeed.

His thighs were crushed by the wheels, and the fabric of his trouser legs and the skin of his thighs were peeled and torn off under the spinning wheels, twisting into a puddle of rag-covered flesh.

And under the semi-circular large-scale crushing peeling wound, the disgusting yellow fat and red muscles were also revealed without reservation at this moment.

As soon as the wheel comes into contact with the fragile human body, it becomes a terrible skinning machine.

The image is very impactful.

A normal person would look at it and think that the deceased was crushed by the wheels.

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

Lin Xinyi said in a calm tone:

"The skin avulsion of the thigh is so severe, but judging from the photos at the scene, the amount of bleeding is surprisingly small."

"The wound was completely non-reactive, which suggests that the deceased was crushed by the wheels before ... It's already dead. ”

"Mr. Driver, what you hit is actually a corpse."

"I... I'm rolling a corpse? The driver's uncle was overjoyed, and shouted at Matsubara Katsu:

"Bastard, do you hear that?"

"This is obviously your dead ghost son's own fault, what does it have to do with me?!"

"Leave some mouth shut." Lin Xinyi frowned tightly.

He glared coldly at the driver, who had already escaped his responsibilities, and then turned to the iron-faced Matsubara Katsu and said:

"Mr. Matsubara, that's exactly what happened."

"Ling Lang was dead before he fell to the ground."

"And this death has nothing to do with Miss Maorilan—"

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

"Eyewitnesses can prove that the deceased was hit in the forehead by a small cement block."

"But look at the forehead of the deceased... There is not even a little epidermal peeling and subcutaneous bleeding. ”

"That cement block didn't even leave a shallow mark, how could it smash people unconscious, or even smash people to death?!"

Katsu Matsubara's face was even more ugly.

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

Strange to say... Obviously, that woman's appearance is so weak and harmless...

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

Matsubara Katsu was suppressed and did not dare to rampage like a mad cow again.

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

"You said that it wasn't a car that ran over him, and he didn't die with a stone, so how else could my son die?"

"He was able to help me go out to buy beer in the afternoon, why did he die halfway through?"

"This..."Narumi Asai hesitated for a moment.

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

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

"Mr. Matsubara, your son's wounds..."

"How the hell did you get here?"

There were many bruises on the deceased's body, to the point of shocking.

Most of these injuries are bar-shaped, and hollow subcutaneous hemorrhages are common.

In some places where the skin is broken, it can be seen that the wound is not very neat and appears jagged.

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

"It's... This was caused by a fight he had with someone three days earlier. ”

Matsubara's face suddenly became a little ugly.

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

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

"That's it when my son came back from outside that day, how do I know who hit him?"

"I guess I provoked some kind of ruffian!"

"Huh." Lin Xinyi's voice suddenly cooled:

"Hitting people only on the chest, back, and thighs, all of which 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 that can be caused by a street fight."

In street fights, the murderer generally greets him regardless of how he does it.

It is very common to beat people to the point that their nose is blue and their face is swollen, and their heads are bleeding.

In particular, the arms that the victim instinctively uses to block will almost certainly find obvious resistance injuries.

But now, the violent murderer also picks a place to beat people, as if he is worried that the victim's injuries will be exposed for people to see.

Generally, this kind of injury occurs either as school bullying or domestic violence.

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

"Did you inflict these wounds?"

Lin Xin pressed forward step by step, and a hint of sharpness flashed in his eyes:

"Don't lie, you can't hide this kind of thing."

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

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

"I thought—you must not have disposed of that stick that you used to teach your son a lesson, did you?"

"You—you..."Katsu Matsubara's shudder, "How do you know that I beat me with a wooden stick... Ahem..."

His face sank, and he felt that he was speechless, so he closed his mouth stupidly.

But he didn't speak.

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

"Yes... He was the one who hit. ”

"You?!" Matsubara Katsu looked at him viciously: "Stinky woman, what are you talking about?!" ”

In front of the terrible Belmode, he did not dare to speak loudly.

But when he looked back at his wife, his "spirit" came back immediately:,

"Shut up, or I, I..."

"Are you going to hit me?"

Mrs. Matsubara wiped away her tears and said coldly:

"Fight if you want... I've had enough! ”

Mrs. Matsubara looked much younger than Katsu Matsubara.

In the same way, it is much more delicate.

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

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

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

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

Mrs. Matsubara and Kenichi Matsubara, who died, were both victims of domestic violence by this man.

And the dead were not even the most beaten.

Usually the one who was beaten the most and was the most seriously injured was Mrs. Matsubara.

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:

"It's okay for me, whether it's Kenichi who died, it's just a punching bag for this incompetent man!"

Matsubara Katsu thundered when he heard this.

Seeing him like this, if it weren't for the presence of the police, he might have lost control again.

But under the forced gaze of everyone, Matsubara Katsu could only put down his fist unwillingly, and said with an ugly face:

"Yes, I beat my son."

"But that was three days ago, what does this have to do with my son's death?"

"In the past three days, he has been doing well, eating, sleeping and going out."

"You don't want to say that my son's death has anything to do with me, do you?"

"This..."Narumi Asai was slightly stunned when he heard this:

According to his observations, the wounds on the deceased's body had already scabbed, and the edges of the scabs were still inconspicuously detached.

Based on the general law of the healing time of epidermal peeling, Asai judged that Katsu Matsubara was not lying:

It is true that the deceased had been injured three days earlier.

If he was safe and sound for three days, how could he suddenly die today?

After all, Asai Narumi has too little work experience to determine the cause of death.

So, like everyone else, he set his curious eyes on Lin Xinyi.

And Lin Xinyi's answer was:

"I can't jump to conclusions."

"After the dissection, the truth can be understood."