Did it, really succeeded in doing it!

Mao Lilan couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement in his heart.

It's just not easy

After participating in such a long and difficult autopsy, she finally understood why so few people wanted to become a forensic doctor, and realized how hard it is to be a forensic doctor.

Flesh and blood, internal organs, feces and urine, maggots, these things that ordinary people avoid, are all evidence that forensic doctors need to use far more patience than ordinary people to get close to the research.

But such a terrible and harsh working environment did not dissuade this gentle and strong girl.

"Give up the high salary of doctors, for the sake of truth and justice, to endure the harsh environment that ordinary people can hardly bear"

"So this is the medical examiner."

Mao Lilan sighed uncontrollably.

At this time, what appeared in her eyes was not disgust, but respect, and longing:

"Mr. Lin Xinyi, thank you for letting me know about this job."

"I will definitely persevere and become a forensic doctor as powerful as you!"

"Good."

Hearing her firm voice, Lin Xinyi was very relieved:

Even the filthy and foul-smelling autopsy didn't deter Mao Lilan, and the student he was optimistic about would definitely go far on the road of forensics.

As he expected, Maolilan showed her pure kindness, natural strength, and the precious spirit of willingness to help others and selfless dedication.

Because human beings are self-interested by nature, when they hear "selfless dedication", everyone will instinctively feel that it is fake, big, empty, incomprehensible, and ridiculous.

But no matter how much the egoist doubts, there is always some work in society that someone insists on with dedication.

Especially the forensic doctors in the country

Forensic doctors are civil servants, and the average annual salary of a civil servant, when averaged, is about half of the average house price in the local area.

Therefore, forensic doctors in first-tier cities and economically strong provinces can be regarded as able to live a nourishing life, while the income of forensic doctors in those N-tier cities, which accounts for the vast majority of the number, is basically very limited.

If you can't talk about money, you can only talk about dedication.

Regardless of whether others believe this set or not, as a hard-working grassroots civil servant, Lin Xinyi has to believe it himself.

"Miss Maori, it's good that you have such an idea."

"I will definitely do my best to help you and train you to be a forensic doctor who can resist the signboard of the forensic class."

Lin Xinyi said to Mao Lilan with great emotion.

Then he gathered up his thoughts and said to Mauriran:

"The purpose of the autopsy has been completed, you sort out the text record, send the film to the forensic class for processing, and then make a backup of the image entered by the audio and video surveillance system in the dissection room, and send it to the forensic management department for storage and keep it as proof."

"When I stitch up the body, the autopsy will be officially completed."

"Hmm." Mao Lilan nodded earnestly.

According to Lin Xinyi's instructions, she checked the inspection data one by one, carefully sorted out the text records of the autopsy, and then sent the film to be developed, and then backed up the video.

After being busy, more than half an hour has passed.

But when Mao Lilan returned to the dissection room, Lin Xinyi was still busy stitching seriously.

The suturing of the charred corpse is very troublesome, because the soft tissue layer is charred, and if you are not careful, it will cause damage to the skin on the body surface during the suturing, which will affect the beauty of the corpse.

You have to pay attention, sew it carefully, it's like embroidering on brittle paper, and you have to be careful every step of the way.

It's time-consuming and energy-consuming.

Seeing that Lin Xinyi was still busy so seriously, Mao Lilan didn't say anything, just stood quietly to the side, waiting for Lin Xinyi to finish his work.

Another half an hour had passed, and it was late at night, counting the long dissection process before.

Lin Xinyi finally completed the difficult suturing process.

And he raised his head and looked at Mao Lilan, who was still waiting for him silently, and couldn't help but be a little surprised:

"Miss Maori, don't you feel impatient?"

He also thought that Mao Lilan, like those ordinary people, felt that it would take a lot of time and energy to stitch up and "reshape" this kind of charred corpse that was burned to an inhuman shape.

But Maolilan was able to answer him very sincerely:

"Of course not"

"Mr. Negishi has already suffered such a tragedy."

"We can't save his life, but at least, we have to make him a human being when he dies."

"So, I understand Mr. Lin's approach very well."

Her voice was gentle and firm, and in a trance, it seemed to warm up the cold dissection room.

"Haha, you're really fit to be a forensic doctor."

Lin Xinyi smiled with relief, his eyes full of approval.

Then, he reined in his emotions and returned to the main topic:

"The work of storing the corpses and cleaning up the autopsy room will be left to Komatsu to inspect them."

"Now that we have the autopsy report, we can go and talk to Mr. Yutaka Abe."

"Hmm!" After a lot of hard work, he finally found evidence, and Mao Lilan was also very excited at the moment.

But while she was happy, she suddenly thought of a question:

"Wait, Mr. Lin Xinyi."

"Although Yutaka Abe's alibi has been overturned,"

"How do you prove that he killed someone?"

On the other hand, Detective Conan is also seriously thinking about this issue.

Because of the strength to defeat Lin Shinichi in his heart, he and Mori Kogoro did not go home to rest at night, but stayed in the Metropolitan Police Department.

Although Mori Kogoro played steadily, he didn't come up with a clue after thinking about it all night.

But Conan, whose body has become smaller and whose head is still very big, has already found clues from the tracking photos taken by Maori Kogoro in those three days:

During the day, Monday to Tuesday, Mr. Negishi in the photo used to hold things with his right hand.

When I followed it again on Wednesday, the "Mr. Negishi" who was photographed was used to holding things with his left hand.

One is right-handed, the other is left-handed, and these two Negishi gentlemen are obviously not the same person.

"His alibi can be disproved by reasoning."

"But how do you find evidence of his crime?"

For this problem, Conan thought of a shortcut:

That is to use his harmless appearance as a child to make Yutaka Abe let down his guard and induce him to tell the truth.

Then, he secretly recorded it, and he was able to save Yutaka Abe's "confession statement".

thereupon

Conan first went to search for a trumpet tape recorder, and then went to the break room where Abe Yutaka was.

Because Abe Yutaka put on a posture of "good citizens are persecuted by power", and shouted that he would find the media to expose him when he went out tomorrow, the Metropolitan Police Department had to endure nausea and serve this uncle.

He has a large lounge to himself, with TV, newspapers, air conditioning, drinks and tea.

The police officer in charge of the guard was also squeezed by him to the door, watching the arrogant suspect who treated the Metropolitan Police Department as if he were at home, relaxing in the lounge.

At this time, Yutaka Abe was yawning and watching TV

Conan had already used his passive skill of "freely traversing the police blockade terrain" to quietly appear beside him:

"Mr. Yutaka Abe~"

Conan called out Yutaka Abe's name in a milky voice.

"Huh?" Abe was slightly stunned and turned his head.

Both of them lowered their voices relatively low, and the interference of the sound of the TV made it obvious that the police officers standing guard at the door could not hear clearly.

And seeing Conan's harmless child, Abe Yutaka also narrowed his eyes and showed a kind smile: "Little friend, is there something wrong?" ”

"Yes~"

Conan still maintains that childish childish voice:

"Mr. Abe, you should have killed Mr. Negishi on Tuesday night, right?"

Yutaka Abe's face froze.

But seeing the policeman standing outside the door in the distance yawning sleepily and not responding, and then seeing Conan's innocent and childish face, his expression quickly calmed down again.

"Children, don't speculate like those incompetent adults."

"Mr. Mori was still following Negishi on Wednesday and had taken pictures, so how could I possibly kill Negishi on Tuesday night?"

Yutaka Abe lowered his voice and said to Conan with a smile.

"Because that 'Mr. Negishi' on Wednesday is fake~"

"Look, the picture taken by Maori Shu-"

"Mr. Negishi is right-handed during the day on Monday and Tuesday, and Mr. Negishi is left-handed on Wednesday."

"A right-hander, a left-hander, Mr. Negishi on Wednesday must have been pretended by someone else, right?"

"Am I right, Mr. Yutaka Abe?"

Conan smiled innocently and said "with pride".

At the same time, he hid the tape recorder that had been turned on behind his back, waiting for Yutaka Abe to confess his guilt.

Yes, Abe will confess his sins.

Here's Conan's analysis as a detective:

Because Abe Toyoshi can always pretend to be innocent, scared, and dazed, and reduce the police's suspicion of him.

But he put on a calm, calm, and sinister appearance in front of the police, and openly and secretly provoked the police.

This shows that he is not only very confident in his modus operandi, but also a typical "show-off personality".

A criminal with this kind of character will be unable to resist showing his cleverness in front of others.

Conan is a child now, and no one will believe the words of a child.

Therefore, it does not matter much to tell the truth in front of him.

In this case, now is a rare opportunity to "show off".

Yutaka Abe will definitely tell the truth in front of him uncontrollably!

"Come on, as long as you tell the truth in front of the tape recorder, I have the evidence to send you to prison!"

Conan thought excitedly and expectantly.

His way of investigation is to take shortcuts, which is easy, convenient and direct, and will definitely achieve the goal faster than the stupid method used by Lin Xinyi.

This time, he will definitely be able to outperform Lin Xinyi and prove the detective's ability!

Conan thought to himself

I saw Abe Feng smile slightly, and said mockingly:

"Kid, your imagination is too rich, isn't it?"

"What a few photos can say"

"It's not even circumstantial evidence, and there's no way to convict people in court."

"Moreover, the person in the photo is holding something with his left hand and using chopsticks, which means that he is left-handed?"

"Some people can be very flexible with both hands after simple exercise!"

"If I just use chopsticks with my left hand, I'll be able to do it myself—"

As he spoke, Abe Yutaka took the chopsticks from the take-out box on the table and dribbled the ball between his hands repeatedly:

"Look, I'm picking up vegetables with my right hand."

"Look, I'm picking up vegetables with my left hand."

"I'm right-handed, eh, I'm left-handed again"

Conan: ""

Depend on!! You're obviously raising a bar with me!!

"Huh."

The only thing that answered him was Yutaka Abe's sneer:

"I want to label people as murderers based on a few photos"

"Wouldn't it? That's it? ”