I did it, I really did it successfully!

Mao Lilan couldn't help but feel excited in her heart.

It's really not easy

After personally participating in such a long and difficult autopsy, she finally understood why so few people wanted to be forensic doctors and how hard work forensic medicine was.

Flesh, flesh, viscera, feces, 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 up close and study.

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

"Give up the high salary of a doctor and endure a harsh environment that is unbearable for ordinary people for the sake of truth and justice."

"So this is the forensic doctor."

Mao Lilan couldn't help but sigh.

What was revealed in her eyes at this time 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 as powerful a forensic doctor as you!"

"very good."

Hearing her firm voice, Lin Xinyi was very pleased:

Even the dirty and smelly dissection did not deter Mao Lilan. The student he was optimistic about would definitely go a long way in the path of forensic medicine.

Just as he expected, Mao Lilan showed her pure kindness, natural strength, and precious spirit of being willing 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 extremely ridiculous.

But no matter how self-interested people doubt it, there are always some jobs in society that are persevered by people with dedication.

Especially domestic forensic doctors

Forensic doctors are civil servants, and the average annual salary of civil servants, when averaged, is roughly equivalent to half of the average local house price.

Therefore, forensic doctors in first-tier cities and economically strong provinces can live a prosperous life, while those in n-tier cities, which account for the vast majority of forensic doctors, basically have very limited incomes.

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

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

"Miss Maori, you have such a good idea."

"I will definitely try my best to help you and train you to be a forensic doctor who can withstand the signs of forensics."

Lin Xinyi said to Mao Lilan with emotion.

Then, he collected his thoughts and ordered Mao Lilan:

"The purpose of the dissection has been completed. You can sort out the written records and send the film to the forensics class for development. Then make a backup copy of the images recorded by the audio and video surveillance system in the dissection room and send them to the forensics management department for storage and keep them.

To prove.”

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

"Yeah." Mao Lilan nodded seriously.

Following Lin Xinyi's instructions, she checked all the test data one by one, carefully compiled the written records of the anatomy, and then sent the film for development and backed up the video.

After busying myself back and forth, more than half an hour had passed.

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

Suturing a charred corpse is very troublesome because the soft tissue layer is charred. If you are not careful, the surface skin will be damaged during suturing, affecting the appearance of the corpse.

You have to pay attention and sew carefully, just like embroidering on fragile paper, you have to be careful every step.

This is time consuming and energy consuming.

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

More than half an hour passed, and including the long dissection process, it was already late at night.

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 Mori, don't you feel impatient?"

He also thought that Mao Lilan would be like ordinary people and felt that it was unnecessary to spend a lot of time and energy on stitching and "reshaping" such a burnt corpse.

But Mao Lilan could answer him very sincerely:

"Of course not"

"Mr. Negishi has suffered such a tragedy."

"We can't save his life, but at least we have to let him have a personal appearance when he dies."

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

Her voice was gentle but firm, and in a trance, it seemed to make the cold anatomy room feel warm.

"Haha, you are really suitable to be a forensic doctor."

Lin Xinyi laughed happily, his eyes full of approval.

Then, he calmed down his emotions and returned to the topic:

"Leave it to Inspector Komatsu and his colleagues to store the corpses and clean the autopsy room."

"Now that we have the autopsy report, we can have a good chat with Mr. Yutaka Abe."

"Yeah!" After all the hard work, she finally found the evidence, and Mao Lilan was very excited at the moment.

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

"Wait a minute, Mr. Lin Xinyi."

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

"How can we prove that he was the one who killed him?"

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

Because he was holding back the urge to defeat Lin Shinichi, he and Mouri Kogoro did not go home to rest at night, but stayed at the Metropolitan Police Department.

Although Mouri Kogoro's performance was stable, he couldn't come up with a clue after thinking about it all night.

But Conan's classmate, whose body has become smaller but whose head is still big, has already discovered clues from the tracking photos taken by Kogoro Mori during those three days:

During the daytime from Monday to Tuesday, Mr. Negishi in the photo is used to holding things with his right hand.

I followed him again on Wednesday and found out that the "Mr. Negishi" in the photo was used to holding things with his left hand.

One is right-handed and the other is left-handed. These two Mr. Negishi are obviously not the same person.

"His alibi can be disproven by reasoning."

"But how do you find evidence that proves he committed a crime?"

Regarding this problem, Conan thought of a relatively shortcut method:

That is to use his harmless appearance as a child to make Abe Yutaka relax his vigilance and induce him to tell the truth on his own.

Then, he secretly recorded it and preserved Yutaka Abe's "confession statement".

then

Conan first went to search the first class and found a small tape recorder, and then came to the lounge where Yutaka Abe was.

Because Yutaka Abe acted like "a good citizen is being persecuted by the powerful" and shouted that he would be exposed by the media 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 on guard was also rushed to the door by him, monitoring the arrogant suspect from a distance who treated the Metropolitan Police Department as his home and relaxed in the lounge.

At this time, Yutaka Abe was yawning and watching TV.

Conan had already used his passive skill of "freely crossing the police-blocked terrain" to quietly appear beside him:

"Mr. Yutaka Abe~"

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

"Huh?" Yutaka Abe was slightly startled and turned his head.

Both of them lowered their voices, and with the interference from the TV, the police officer standing guard at the door obviously couldn't hear clearly.

Seeing Conan's harmless childlike appearance, Yutaka Abe narrowed his eyes and smiled kindly: "Kid, what's the matter?"

"Yes~"

Conan still maintained his childish voice:

"Mr. Yutaka Abe, you must be Mr. Negishi who killed me on Tuesday night, right?"

"" Abe Yutaka's face froze.

But when he saw the policeman standing outside the door in the distance, yawning sleepily without any reaction, and then seeing Conan's innocent and childish face, his expression quickly calmed down again.
To be continued...