Chapter 563 The old man’s persuasion to quit

Chapter 563 The old man’s persuasion to quit

"Mr. Lin"

Motegi Harushi looked strange and held it in for a long time.

But in the end, he still followed the principle of treating others politely and commented in a vague and restrained manner:

"I see it, you forensic doctors."

"This is a unique skill."

"Where there."

"It's just some exercise to strengthen your body."

Lin Xinyi smiled modestly, and together with Miss Maori, they slowly lowered the 1.6-ton car back to the ground.

"." Motegi Harushi was silent again.

His IQ of less than or equal to 1 ke made him instantly give up the idea of ​​continuing to compete with Lin Xinyi.

If the competition continues, he might win.

But it's not necessary.

The disadvantages of provoking such a pair of humanoid beasts that could carry his "wife" far outweighed the advantages.

"Mr. Lin, we don't know each other today."

"If what I just said offended you, please don't take it to heart."

Detective Motegi's friendliness suddenly increased.

There is no longer that kind of sharp edge that looks down upon others on the face.

There was no smell of gunpowder in the air, only the light laughter of both parties.

In this way, Lin Xinyi and Motegi Harushi exchanged friendly greetings, and their relationship warmed up a lot.

Then, Motegi Haruka took the lead, followed closely by Senma Yoyo.

Lin Xinyi and others led Caesar and several survey boxes, and quickly left the parking lot and walked into the gate of the Twilight Pavilion.

When you push the door open, you will see an empty hall as luxurious as a palace.

Although the floors, walls, and various furnishings in the hall are inevitably stained with the vicissitudes of time.

But under the bright lights, the place can still show some of its former splendor.

But no one paid attention to admire the scenery in the hall of the mansion.

When they entered the door, their eyes were attracted by the large black spots on the entrance door:

"The spots on this door."

"Is it blood?!"

Mao Lilan shouted with some concern.

Thanks to Teacher Lin's painstaking stripping training, her current vision, experience and knowledge reserves are far better than that of the ordinary female high school student who only knew how to dismantle telephone poles.

Without Conan's reminder, Mao Lilan could see the true identity of these black spots at a glance:

"It's blood, and it's old, splattered blood."

"Moreover, most of these blood stains are in the shape of obvious long needles, which are extremely thin and long in shape - this shows that when the blood stains were formed, the blood droplets spattered very quickly."

"This kind of splashing speed cannot be achieved by relying on the body's own blood vessel pressure."

"Generally, only when a bullet penetrates the human body at high speed can it produce splashing blood droplets at this speed."

Mao Lilan instinctively entered overtime mode and analyzed the bloodstain by herself:

"That is to say."

"Someone's been shot in this place before."

The answer didn't surprise her.

Because Belmode told her on the road what happened in this mansion back then.

The owner of the blood stains on this door should be one of the many detective scholars who were ordered to be silenced by Karasuma Renye.

But even if she knew the inside story, the past that she had restored with her own hands still made the sentimental Miss Maori lament and sigh:

"The angle and distribution of the blood stains indicate that the bullet was fired downward at a 45-degree angle in the direction of the door."

"The deceased must have been forced to kneel down in front of the door when he was trying to escape from the mansion, and was shot from behind by the murderer who caught up with him, right?"

Mao Lilan's tone was somewhat heavy:

The scene is only one step away from the gate of the mansion.

Maybe the deceased still held on to the hope of escaping until the last moment before his death?

Unfortunately, this hope was dashed.

He still couldn't escape this hell.

Mao Lilan secretly lamented in her heart for the deceased whom she had never met before, and her big eyes were a little sad.

"What a gentle child."

An appreciative voice came quietly from the hall.

"Excellent observation skills, solid knowledge of traces, and most importantly, the ability to feel the pain of the deceased."

"You are really suitable for the job of forensic scientist, Miss Mao Lilan."

"Seeing you reminds me of my silly self back then."

It was a beautiful female voice.

The voice was obviously unfamiliar, but it had a senior tone of approval.

Everyone followed the sound curiously:

I saw a strange woman standing at the end of the hall, under the spiral staircase leading to the second floor of the mansion.

She was wearing a white windbreaker and white gloves, with a few strands of curly hair hanging down from her delicate cheeks. Her temperament was mature yet elegant, with a bit of an intellectual beauty.

What makes Lin Xinyi and Mao Lilan feel most at ease is:

In the hand of this beautiful elder sister, she was holding a plastic watering can that they were all too familiar with.

"Is this the luminol reagent?"

Lin Xinyi was a little surprised: "Come with us?"

Not fellow detectives, but fellow forensic scientists.

The chance of meeting a fellow forensic scientist in Japan is simply lower than the chance of meeting a giant panda in the wild in Sichuan.

"Well, that's right."

"I used to be a forensic doctor."

The woman shrugged, but did not say her name directly.

She was still staring at the stairs in front of her seriously, holding a spray bottle and gently spraying luminol reagent on the handrail of the stairs:

"Sure enough, there is blood here too."

"Not only the door, the walls of the hall, the floor, but also the stairs here, this Twilight Hall is full of old bloodstains - it's like a slaughterhouse."

"It seems that a very bad massacre happened here a long, long time ago."

The woman slowly revealed her discovery.

"This" Lin Xinyi and Mao Lilan were both surprised:

They were not surprised by what the other found.

But he was surprised by this big sister's operation.

You must know that the fluorescence emitted by the luminol reaction is not strong and does not last long. Generally, it can only be clearly observed with the naked eye in a dark room covered by a black cloth or at night without lights.

And when this elder sister did the blood stain test, she didn't even turn off the light, and directly saw the light of the luminol reaction with her naked eyes.

"Master."

Lin Xinyi sighed for this Miss Hawkeye.

Her eyes were as good as a weak chemiluminescence meter.

But the woman didn't notice Lin Xinyi's secret sigh.

She simply put away the luminol testing reagents and equipment, then finally turned around and formally introduced herself to them:

"Hello, Manager Lin, Miss Maori."

"My name is Gunda Ikumi, and I'm a detective."

"Also a former forensic doctor."

"Former forensic doctor?" Lin Xinyi was slightly stunned.

He reacted instantly: "So it's you?!"

Although he had never met before, Lin Xinyi had heard of the name and was even familiar with the other person's story.

Because after he joined the forensics department and became the management officer, he quickly learned from his subordinate police officers that he was not the first serious forensic doctor in the history of the Metropolitan Police Department.

A few years before Lin Shinichi appeared, there was a young female forensic doctor named Gunda Ikumi in the autopsy department.

This Miss Gunda was extremely intelligent and capable, and she once brought some vitality to the stagnant forensics class.

But it is a pity that after she gained some fame, she resolutely left the Metropolitan Police Department and went to work on her own like Kogoro Mori and became a private detective.

It's just that Mouri Kogoro has been around for ten years and hasn't achieved anything famous.

But Gunda Ikumi successfully transformed and became a famous coroner's detective in just three years.

"It turns out to be Gunda-senpai."

Lin Xinyi politely called the other party senior.

Although the other party has long ceased to be a forensic doctor.

But in Japan, especially Japan in this scientific world, those who can persist in being a forensic doctor for a few years are considered to be commendable and admirable seniors in the industry.

"Haha, compared with you, Manager Lin, my achievements are not even that of a senior." Sensing Lin Xinyi's enthusiasm from his peers, Gunda Ikumi's attitude also became warm:

"I have stopped being a forensic doctor a long time ago, so you should call me Miss Gunda!"

"Miss Gunda, I have admired you for a long time." This time it was really a long time: "I have heard that there was a talent like you, Miss Gunda, in the forensics class. It's a pity that the Metropolitan Police Department failed to retain you."

"Sigh." Lin Xinyi felt a little helpless when he thought about the current situation of talent shortage in the forensics class.

A few years ago, there was a capable forensic doctor like Ikumi Gunada in the class.

Why was it that when he took over, only a group of photography masters were left?

Thinking of this, Lin Xinyi couldn't help but ask:

"Miss Gunda, may I take the liberty to ask:"

"Why did you leave the Metropolitan Police in the first place?"

"It's very simple." Gunda Ikumi shrugged.

She gave a simple answer:

"Can't carry it."

Just three words, I don't know how much sadness I felt.

Lin Xin was shocked when he heard this.

We are both fallen people at the end of the world, so why should we have known each other before?

Who among you cried the most? The blue shirt is wet when you are sentenced in Tokyo.

With just this sentence, Lin Xinyi felt that this strange Miss Gunda was as friendly as an old friend who had known her for many years.

But kindness is kindness.

The other party has jumped out of the pit, but he is still in the pit.

If you want to live a good life, you must pull a few more people into the pit.

And he is very optimistic about this Gunda Ikumi:

With the mind of a famous detective, the knowledge and work experience of forensic medicine, he can directly become the department head when he comes back.

In addition, Miss Gunda has such an unparalleled beauty——

Lin Xinyi didn't have any thoughts about this beautiful sister.

It was just Okiya Subaru's affection for Mao Lilan that reminded him:

If we recruit more beauties into the forensics class, we might be able to trick a few more star-chasers like Subaru Okiya into becoming forensic doctors.

If Mao Lilan hadn't firmly disagreed, he would have wanted Mao Lilan to directly debut as a girl idol to attract popularity and save the forensics class with withering talents.

"Miss Gunda."

"The Metropolitan Police Department a few years ago was really unstoppable."

"But it's different now."

Lin Xinyi patted his chest and said:

"Our Metropolitan Police Department now has a sea of ​​advisers and a cloud of powerful generals. Every one of them is an elite soldier and a strong general. There is no one holding us back!"

"In just a few months, our crime detection rate has increased by 500% compared to last year!"

The words may be exaggerated, but the data is true.

After all, the Metropolitan Police Department was very prophetic in the past, leaving huge room for improvement for latecomers.

"So Miss Gunda, you can come back with confidence."

"With our current professional team here, we ensure that you can continue to work smoothly in the forensics class!"

Lin Xinyi's voice sounded as passionate as the dubbing of a real estate advertisement.

But Ikumi Gunada still has no intention of being tempted:

"Don't waste your breath, Mr. Lin."

"No matter what the current environment of the Metropolitan Police Department is, it is impossible for me to go back to work as a forensic examiner."

"Why?" Lin Xinyi was a little unwilling.

But Gunda Ikumi did not answer his question directly.

She just looked up and looked out the window silently, and said meaningfully to Lin Xinyi:

"Why don't I go back to being a medical examiner?"

"Mr. Lin, just look outside the window and you will know."

"Oh?" Lin Xinyi looked out the window curiously.

His eyes passed through the wide glass windows, skipping the parking lot and garden, and naturally noticed the vast sky and the towering mountains.

The mountains here are connected to the mountains, stretching continuously, and the mountains rise and fall, reaching to the sky.

The mountains are in line with the dark clouds, the rain is blowing and the wind is blowing, and the sky is high and far away.

In front of this vast world and majestic nature, what does the Metropolitan Police Department mean, and what does human beings mean?

With the universe in mind, everything will be released.

"Miss Gunda, what do you mean?"

"You yearn more for this unrestrained vast world, so you don't want to be trapped in documents and labor?"

Lin Xinyi slowly withdrew his gaze and asked Gunda Ikumi with a sigh.

"Um" Gunda Ikumi glanced at him with a strange expression:

"No, I didn't ask you to look at the mountain."

"What I'm showing you is my Ferrari F40 parked in the parking lot."

Lin Xinyi: "."

"This car is worth 45 million yen."

"It's equivalent to my ten years' salary as a forensic scientist in the forensics department."

Gunda Ikumi explained unhurriedly:

“And now, it’s just pocket change to me.”

"." There was another awkward silence.

"excuse me."

Lin Xinyi silently forgot about the topic just now.

There is no way, the income of forensic doctors is calculated in "yen".

But the detective's income is calculated in terms of "shuang".

No wonder people don't want to come back.

Why come back? Serving the nation?

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, Mr. Lin."

"I'm not that noble."

There was also a hint of sadness in Gunda Ikumi's eyes.

She once had an ideal for this job, but her ideal was quickly shattered in the face of reality.

Ikumi Gunada has gone from being a pioneer in overcoming obstacles to becoming a professional in persuading younger generations:

"Ideals alone cannot sustain life."

"Mr. Lin, please stop talking. You are an adult and can be responsible for your own life."

"But Miss Maori"

She quietly looked at Mao Lilan, a young girl who had a vague shadow of her past.

I heard Gunda Ikumi saying to Mao Lilan with emotion:

"You are indeed suitable for the job of forensic scientist."

"But the job of forensic medicine may not be suitable for you."

Gunda Ikumi recalled the past while talking to herself:

"You are still young and have never experienced real difficulties."

"When I first entered the industry, I could still rely on my passion to sustain myself. But as time goes by, this passion will be exhausted in the tired days."

"In the final analysis"

"Those so-called spirits and ideals are all virtual."

"The water in this business is very deep. I'm afraid you won't be able to grasp it in the future, kid."

Lin Xinyi failed to persuade Gunda Ikumi to come back to work.

Instead, she persuaded her to quit her students.

Fortunately, Mao Lilan is not a pony who dares not cross the river even if someone scares her.

Her own attitude was firm enough and she was not affected by this old senior at all:

"Thank you for considering me so much, Miss Gunda."

"But Mr. Lin has already told me about the difficulties you are going to talk about one by one, and I have experienced them one by one."

"But I stayed."

Mao Lilan's watery eyes were full of energy.

She has even raised maggots, so she has nothing to fear.

If we were told to quit and change careers just now, wouldn’t we have raised maggots in vain?

"Please wait and see:"

"I will stick to the path of forensic medicine to the end!"

Miss Maori expressed her attitude word by word like an oath.

But Gunda Ikumi didn't stop there.

She didn't mean to say anything sarcastic to her hot-blooded juniors, nor did she mean to show off her superiority by using them.

She just felt that this Mao Lilan looked very much like herself back then.

The hardships she had experienced in the past made Gunda Ikumi instinctively not want to see another girl with innocent eyes walking on the same old path she had walked in the past.

"Miss Maori, do you think the dirt and fatigue you are experiencing now are real difficulties?"

"No, the real difficulty is always life."

Gunda Ikumi sighed softly:

"If we don't talk about anything else, let's talk about income."

"Ms. Maori, are you sure you can watch your classmates in medical school doing jobs that are much easier than yours, earning several times your salary, and not feel unwilling at all?"

She pointed out an extremely critical issue.

The salary of forensic doctors in Japan is actually not too low, but it is completely incomparable to that of doctors.

This problem can be easily solved in the country:

The salary of domestic forensic doctors is not high, but the salary of doctors is also low.

If everyone is poor, there will be no need to compare with each other.

But in Japan, everyone has graduated from medical school, and the income of being a doctor in a hospital is obviously much higher than that of a forensic doctor.

This is probably the reason why there are only 150 forensic doctors in Japan.

Don't worry about scarcity but inequality.

Sometimes it is not the difficulties that defeat the ideal, but the human heart.

Therefore, as an old-timer, when Gunda Ikumi persuaded Mao Lilan to quit, she couldn't help but ask this most critical question:

"Can you live your whole life without comparing yourself to others?"

"Aren't you jealous of other people's income?"

"Yes!" Mao Lilan's answer was still firm.

"Whether you can persist or not, it's useless to rely on slogans."

Gunda Ikumi shook her head helplessly:

The little girl answered too quickly.

It's like I haven't thought about the problem seriously at all.

"No, I have thought about these issues seriously for a long time."

Miss Mori looked at Gunda Ikumi with bright eyes:

"But my mother once told me:"

"Ideals are the most important thing."

"As long as you can pursue your own ideals and do the work you like, no matter how low your income is, it won't be a problem."

"This" Gunda Ikumi was shocked by these words:

This is too ideal.

They only encourage children to pursue their dreams, but do not consider their actual future life problems at all.

Is this mother too ambitious?

In any case, before the child jumps into the forensic sinkhole, the family should more or less come forward to dissuade the child——

This is not an unreasonable obstruction, but a test.

If a child can't even survive the challenge of being a parent, how can he have the perseverance to persevere in such a sinkhole career?

"Who is your mother?"

"How could she be so irresponsible!"

Gunda Ikumi frowned slightly and complained casually with some annoyance.

And Mao Lilan only thinks of Miss Gunda because she really wants to know who her mother is:

"My mother's name is Fei Yingli, and she is a lawyer."

"Huh?" Gunda Ikumi was slightly startled.

She had only briefly read the news about Mao Lilan before, but she really didn't know that the mother of this beautiful forensic doctor was.

"Fei Yingri, the number one female nurse in Japan, the 'Undefeated Queen' Concubine Eri?"

"Yes." Mao Lilan nodded naively: "Miss Gunda, do you know her?"

Gunda Ikumi: "."

She made a little mental estimate of how "good" Mao Lilan's mother's annual income would be.

Good guy, Miss Maori, she really has the confidence to pursue her dreams.

"excuse me."

Gunda Ikumi silently forgot about the topic just now.