Chapter 10 The Last Voice
Lin Xinyi quickly suppressed this subtle sense of disobedience.
At the same time, the great detective Kudo became more and more interested in Lin Xinyi:
"Mr. Lin Xinyi, your reconnaissance experience seems to be very rich."
"You should have solved many cases before, right?"
“I’m interested in this type of reasoning that uses forensic knowledge.”
"If you have time, can you tell me more about your experience in solving crimes?"
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He looked more like he was here to interrogate a prisoner than Officer Memu just now, and kept asking questions that Lin Xinyi couldn't answer at all.
Lin Xinyi always remained silent.
He automatically blocked the noise in his ears, then looked around and observed:
Officer Memu was instructing the police officers on the scene to start closing the team, and the onlookers were still discussing the wonderful reasoning they had just enjoyed.
Inspector Komatsu was slowly packing the on-site investigation box, while Kudo Shinichi was still persevering in asking questions about Lin Shinichi, the mysterious "competitor".
A great drama has come to an end.
But it seems that everyone has forgotten the protagonist of this scene-the deceased.
Gradually, Lin Xinyi's eyes refocused on the body lying alone on the white plastic sheet, without even a complete human form.
"Um?"
Kudo Shinichi quickly noticed Lin Shinichi's gaze.
He couldn't help but be a little surprised:
Lin Xinyi actually started to focus on the corpse again with that focused look.
Could it be that there are any clues on the body that have not yet been revealed?
He had just slowed down Lin Xin and discovered the cause of the corpse, and he had already lost the first round.
If there were any other clues on the body and he, a famous detective who calls himself a disciple of Sherlock Holmes, didn't notice it at all, it would be a complete failure.
"What, Mr. Lin?"
"Did you find anything else?"
Kudo Shinichi's tone became a little subtle, even nervous.
Lin Xinyi did not answer directly, but turned around and looked at him for a moment.
The young detective's face was full of enthusiasm.
It's like an athlete who has just finished a fierce competition, full of expectations for the next event.
But this isn't a competition.
"Kudo."
After pondering for a moment, Lin Xinyi finally spoke:
"I didn't find any new clues on the body."
"But apart from clues to solving the case, what else can you read on the corpse?"
"Um? This"
Kudo Shinichi was slightly startled:
If you don’t look at the clues to solve the crime, what else can you see?
Is this the reasoning test question that Lin Xinyi set for him?
He suddenly became interested, and his bright eyes immediately stared at the corpse.
"Alas" Lin Xinyi shook his head helplessly:
If you look at the dead with the eyes of a puzzler, you won't be able to tell the answer at all.
Sure enough, after pondering for a moment, Kudo Shinichi still had not solved this "puzzle".
While he was observing and thinking, he unconsciously rubbed his chin. His three-dimensional and shapely chin was almost bald and he couldn't hold back a single word.
"that"
But Miss Mao Lilan on the side broke the silence with some hesitation.
She seemed to be unconsciously involved in solving this "puzzle" driven by the girl's natural sensibility:
"It must be painful."
"Oh?" Lin Xinyi looked over in surprise.
Kudo Shinichi also turned to look at his childhood sweetheart with some confusion: "Pain, what do you mean?"
"I mean"
Xiaolan summoned up the courage to look at the dead man on the ground:
"The deceased, this lady, she must be in pain."
"She died three hours ago, and it was still two o'clock in the middle of the night."
"Why did you choose to commit suicide at two o'clock when you are usually sleeping?"
"Look at her clothes again. She's still wearing pajamas."
Under Kudo Shinichi's unexpected gaze, Xiaolan revealed a reasoning that his famous detective could not explain at all:
"It must be because it's too painful."
"She probably didn't make up her mind to commit suicide at first. She was wearing pajamas, which means she just wanted to sleep."
"But the pain kept her from sleeping at all."
"She might have been thinking about it for a long time with her eyes open in bed, but in the end she was overwhelmed by the pain."
Xiaolan gradually clenched her fists.
She completely took on the role of the unknown deceased, this unknown woman:
"Eventually, she couldn't take it anymore."
"She doesn't have the courage to live in this world anymore and face the pressure this world puts on her."
"So, in the middle of the night when everyone was quiet, she quietly left home alone and came to the Tsumutsu River where there was no one at night."
"She may have stood alone in the endless darkness and thought for a long time."
"But eventually the darkness consumed her."
At this point, Xiaolan's voice has become deeper:
"If someone could notice her departure in time and lend a helping hand to her."
"Maybe the outcome wouldn't be what it is now."
"That's right."
Lin Xinyi cast an appreciative look:
"The deceased was in agony and the pain she faced before her death was more horrific than we can imagine."
"Because drowning is one of the most painful ways to die in the world."
"The drowned person still has difficulty breathing for about a minute before completely losing consciousness. At that time, a large amount of cold water is inhaled into the lungs. Every breath will cause pain in the lungs like a thousand cuts."
"And I just noticed it when I opened the palm of the deceased."
"There are also slight rope marks in the tiger's mouth between the deceased's thumb and index finger."
"Between thumb and index finger?"
Kudo Shinichi looked at his palm with some confusion:
"Why are there rope marks in a place like this?"
"There are obviously no signs of binding on the deceased's wrists, and even if his hands were tied, they would not be tied there."
"Because those are not rope marks left by binding at all."
Lin Xinyi stretched out his hands, spread his thumbs, and then stretched down toward his waist.
He pretended that his waist was tied with a non-existent rope loop, then stuck his thumb between the "rope" and his waist and abdomen, caught the "rope" with his tiger's mouth, and pulled down hard.
“So that’s how it is”
Mao Lilan once again responded faster than Kudo Shinichi:
"Those are the marks left by the deceased trying to untie the rope around his waist."
"Because she regretted it at the end of her life."
"She wanted to live and return to the world."
"So she tried hard to reach out and untie the rope that tied the heavy object around her waist, but"
"But it was too late for her to wake up. By then everything was too late." Lin Xinyi said in a heavy tone: "Her muscles had already begun to spasm under the stimulation of cold water, and her consciousness gradually disappeared with the stagnation of breathing. .”
"Even the loop, which should be easy to break free under normal circumstances, couldn't be untied in that situation."
"In this way, in that severe pain, the deceased could not even consciously hold the rope."
With that said, Lin Xinyi let go of the non-existent rope again.
He covered his chest tightly with his hands, and his body trembled slightly, as if a furnace of coals was burning in his chest:
"The deceased who has entered the stage of loss of consciousness can no longer think of survival."
"She began to instinctively put her hands on the chest and lungs where she suffered the most - perhaps, this external pressure method could alleviate her pain."
"But this had no effect at all. Her hands were pressed tightly against her chest, tightly clenched into fists under the severe pain and spasm."
"So, we can now see that the deceased's arms were in the shape of a fist, and some of the cut marks on the arm coincided with the cut marks on the chest to form a line."
Lin Xinyi just covered his chest, clenched his fists, and restored the deceased's last posture:
"Her consciousness was completely annihilated, and her life came to an end."
"And her last struggle before her death also made the rope loop looser, allowing her body to break free from the restraints under the impact of the current and finally float to the surface."
"call"
Lin Xinyi let out a long sigh:
"This is the last voice left by the deceased."
“Is that so?”
Kudo Shinichi thought for a while, but frowned slightly.
The answer to this puzzle made him somewhat uncomfortable:
Indeed, the pajamas can prove that the deceased's suicide was probably a temporary act, and the rope marks on the tiger's mouth can indicate that the deceased tried to survive before death.
But what's the point?
These irrelevant things can only restore the death process of this lady in more detail, but they are not helpful at all in solving the case itself!
Although Kudo Shinichi was a little touched, he was more confused.
Seeing his performance, Lin Xin thought for a moment, but then turned to look at Mao Lilan:
"Miss Mori, I find that you should be more talented than Kudo to become a top forensic doctor."
"Oh, me, me?"
Mao Lilan opened her mouth slightly unexpectedly.
She has been praised for her beauty, gentleness, and martial arts skills, but she has never been praised for her talent in criminal investigation.
"Mr. Lin, stop joking"
"My reasoning ability is far worse than Shinichi's. How can I become a forensic doctor?"
Mao Lilan said a little embarrassed.
"No, you understand wrong. Forensic doctors and detectives are different."
"Forensic medicine does not require any innate reasoning abilities. Those are things that can be made up for by experience and knowledge."
"The most important thing to become a forensic doctor is empathy for the deceased."
Lin Xinyi said very seriously:
"For forensic doctors, post-mortem investigations are just a normal day-to-day job."
"The work is not interesting, it can even be boring."
"And boringness will inevitably lead to laziness, and boredom will often cool the blood."
"So in a long career, only those who can personally feel the pain of the deceased can truly feel the responsibility they bear on their shoulders, and can speak for each deceased with the most patient attitude."
"Miss Mao Lilan, you just have this ability."
Having said this, the air quietly became quiet.
Mao Lilan was not complacent with the praise. Instead, Lin Xinyi's words triggered her empathy for the deceased again.
This kind of gentleness seems to be her natural ability.
As for Kudo Shinichi, he also quietly fell into silence:
"The ability to feel the pain of the deceased?"
Vaguely, the famous detective seemed to have learned something.