Lin Xinyi's Work

Chapter 12: Lin Xinyi's Work

A long time later, in a luxury apartment building in Beika Town.

Lin Xinyi found this place by following the address listed on "his" driver's license.

If all went well, this would be his new home.

It seems 'my' financial standing is better than I imagined.

Standing in the apartment building's hallway, looking through the window at the towering Tokyo Tower in the distance, Lin Xinyi could already guess how astronomical the land prices here must be.

Soon, he found "his own" apartment number according to the address and walked along the hallway to the door.

He slowly inserted the key and tentatively turned it.

Click! With a crisp sound, the door opened.

Phew... Good, the address matches the one on the identification.

Lin Xinyi let out a slight sigh of relief.

Pushing the door open, he cautiously glanced at the entryway first.

There's only one pair of men's slippers on the floor.

The few pairs of slippers on the shoe rack are also all men's, and they're dusty, probably spares.

It seems 'I' usually live alone, and no outsiders have come to visit recently.

He was afraid that "his" parents or a girlfriend might be living there.

If that were the case, he wouldn't know how to face these theoretical family members.

Observing no signs of a second person living in the house, Lin Xinyi's heart relaxed considerably once more.

He finally stepped into "his own" home with peace of mind.

The home was spacious, and the decor was high-class.

Aside from being somewhat dirty and messy due to the original owner's slovenliness, this expensive apartment was definitely satisfactory.

Now, it's time to thoroughly investigate 'my' information.

Just like investigating a crime scene, Lin Xinyi meticulously searched the house for any clues that could help him understand "his" identity.

The first thing he found was the suicide note left by the original owner.

This suicide note was conspicuously placed on the nightstand, and its content was shockingly simple:

"I have fallen into an abyss."

"Only death can bring me release."

It was abrupt and incomplete, making it impossible to understand why he had committed suicide.

But Lin Xinyi still managed to glean some useful information from these two short lines:

The suicide note doesn't mention any family or friends, nor does it leave a single word for them.

Is it because he knew that the people important to him wouldn't even see this note?

It seems his family and friends aren't around, and his social circle is very small.

This was clearly a tragedy for the original owner.

But for Lin Xinyi, it was a good thing.

For him, an imposter with no memories of the original owner, the narrower the original owner's social circle, the better.

But 'I have fallen into an abyss'?

What exactly did he encounter?

From the tone, it doesn't sound like emotional difficulties. Could it be work-related problems?

Or did this guy get involved in something illegal or criminal?

Lin Xinyi had a faint premonition of trouble and quickened his search.

And when he casually pulled open the drawer of the nightstand where the suicide note had been placed, the items inside immediately made his heart sink: "This is a Beretta M92F!"

Lin Xinyi looked somewhat astonished at the black handgun he had just pulled out of the nightstand.

Next to it was a box of gleaming yellow bullets, reflecting the metallic luster unique to them in the sunlight.

If I remember correctly, Japan is also a country with strict gun control, right?

This guy actually has a handgun and bullets at home...

He's not a criminal, is he?

He couldn't help but feel a tingling sensation on his scalp.

But soon, the item placed next to the handgun immediately brought him immense relief:

It was a "Firearm Possession Permit" issued by the Japanese government, proving that the original owner legally owned the firearm.

Good, this gun is legal.

"I hope he's just a normal gun enthusiast."

Lin Xinyi temporarily pushed aside his doubts and continued rummaging through the messy drawer.

Soon, something even more important was found:

It was a badge-style work ID.

It had Lin Xinyi's photo and very important professional information:

"Name: Lin Xinyi"

"Position: Security Director"

"Yao Bio-Pharmaceutical Co., Ltd."

Evidently, the original owner worked for a biopharmaceutical company.

In addition, the work ID also listed the specific address of the pharmaceutical company.

"Security Director, what kind of position is that?"

"Do pharmaceutical companies even have such a position?"

Lin Xinyi joined the police force right after graduation and had never worked in a private company.

In his layman's impression, a Security Director was probably some kind of senior position responsible for overseeing corporate production safety.

And with the word "Director" in the title, it had to be a leadership role.

Looking at it this way, the original owner must have been quite successful in his career, and there was likely someone backing him – otherwise, in a society like Japan, which values seniority even more, a 24-year-old would probably find it very difficult to become a leader.

If Lin Xinyi could smoothly inherit the original owner's job, he would likely save himself a lot of effort.

"But biopharmaceuticals?"

"That's completely unrelated to my field."

Lin Xinyi felt a headache coming on:

Although forensic science and biopharmaceuticals both contain the character for "medical," they are fundamentally two different things.

He hadn't studied biology or pharmacology, so there was no way he could do this job.

And a Security Director looked like a technical profession; without a certain level of professional knowledge, it would probably be difficult to bluff his way through.

"Forget it, I'll just resign."

"I don't think I can earn this salary."

"Besides, I probably don't need to rely on a salary to get rich."

Lin Xinyi casually tossed the work ID aside, quickly calculating in his mind:

The original owner lived in a high-end apartment, so he probably had a lot of savings too.

All he would have to do is sell this house, withdraw the savings, and then fly straight back to his homeland.

One had to remember, this was over twenty years ago.

As long as you had money to invest, even a pig could fly.

Working for someone else was out of the question; he could only barely get by through speculating in real estate and stocks.

Lin Xinyi was lost in his dream of getting rich through transmigration, all while continuing his search.

Soon, another extremely important item was found.

It was a passbook from Shibishi Bank.

"+892300.00"

"Hiss… This guy actually has 890,000 yen in after-tax income per month?!"

An ordinary six-digit number, printed in fragrant ink on a passbook, possessed a magical power to bring happiness.

But this joy didn't last long, because immediately after the plus sign, he saw a series of large minus signs.

Those were expenses, and the amount of each expense made Lin Xinyi, who was used to living a frugal life, feel his heart pound.

The original owner's life was extremely extravagant, and he spent money very lavishly.

It was as if he lived every day as if it were his last.

Lin Xinyi frowned tightly, turning page after page of the thin passbook.

And just as he turned to the last page…

A cold wind swept through, and a chill surged, even the sunlight outside the window seemed to dim a few shades.

Something utterly terrifying had happened:

"Balance: 8899.00."

"…"

"Damn it!"

Lin Xinyi rarely showed such an urge to curse.

He lived like a trust fund kid, earned like a veteran, yet his account balance wasn't even enough for a single Fukuzawa Yukichi bill.

How could he possibly quit and return to Japan, or get rich, with that kind of situation?

Sell his house for cash? That was probably out of the question too.

Because when Lin Xinyi looked through the passbook, he'd already noticed that "he" had a substantial recurring expense on a fixed date every month.

If he wasn't mistaken, this recurring expense was very likely rent.

In other words, the high-end apartment he was currently living in was probably rented, not owned.

Not only couldn't he sell the house and run, he also had to figure out how to scrounge up next month's rent as quickly as possible.

And the absolute worst part was—

Lin Xinyi had previously found a Shibishi Bank credit card in "his" wallet.

Given the original owner's spending habits, plus this credit card that allowed for large loans and advanced spending, His actual account balance was probably even more terrifying than what was written in the passbook.

Damn it…

Don't tell me I'll have to pay off his credit card debts too?

If that's the case, then I'll have no choice but to…

Lin Xinyi felt his scalp tingle.

After a long silence, he finally, with a stiff expression, picked up the work ID he had discarded earlier:

"I guess I'll just have to work."

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