Savior of the Japanese Police

## Chapter 2: Savior of the Japanese Police

A short while ago.

"Ran, don't you think it's strange?"

Kudo Shinichi jogged behind Ran, saying, "Mr. Lin Xinyi is dressed like he's going to work this early in the morning, unlike everyone else."

Currently, Riverside Park only had a few early risers exercising.

Everyone else was wearing loose, comfortable athletic wear, but Lin Xinyi was in a formal black suit, completely out of place.

His suit and tie were so impeccably proper that, with sunglasses, he'd look ready to carry a coffin.

"It is a bit strange, now that you mention it."

Ran tilted her head in thought before a realization dawned on her.

"I know! Mr. Lin Xinyi must be one of those corporate public relations employees."

"I heard that sometimes those PR employees have to accompany clients all night before they can get off work, so it's normal for their days and nights to be mixed up."

"And I also smelled it just now—he has a very strong scent of cigarettes on him."

"He probably just got off work and is sitting in a nearby park because he's too tired."

"That's one way to explain it, I suppose."

Kudo Shinichi nodded noncommittally.

Ran's guess seemed reasonable, but it didn't explain why Lin Xinyi's pants were wet.

Moreover, if he had been entertaining clients all night, Mr. Lin Xinyi should have had a strong smell of alcohol on him, not just a heavy cigarette smell.

So Ran's theory was actually quite difficult to uphold.

"Actually, Ran, if I'm not mistaken…"

Kudo Shinichi was about to reveal the answer he had in mind to Ran.

But Ran suddenly stopped.

She didn't respond to Shinichi at all, instead staring blankly at the river not far away.

"Hey, hey? Ran, can you hear me?"

Kudo Shinichi waved his hand in front of Ran's eyes, but Ran's eyes remained blank, bewildered, and fearful.

Shinichi, puzzled, followed Ran's gaze to the river:

Under the dim, dawning sky, where the sun was just peeking through, on the calm river with boats coming and going…

A pool of crimson red was slowly spreading through the water.

The red was already somewhat diluted, and the area wasn't large, but it was still enough to dye the rolling waves a shocking sight.

Finally, a ray of rising sunlight fell on the river, clearly revealing the objects floating in the bloody waves before Shinichi and Ran:

"That is…"

"Legs, arms, and a severed head."

Kudo Shinichi's expression subtly changed.

He had been active as a high school detective for quite some time, but he hadn't seen many scenes this horrifying.

Looking at the scattered pieces floating on the river, it was clear: this was a dismemberment case carried out with extreme cruelty!

"Oh no!"

Kudo Shinichi suddenly remembered something.

He uselessly covered his ears with one hand and hastily covered Ran's eyes with the other.

But Ran's ear-splitting soprano had already erupted like Mentos in cola:

"AAAAAHHHH!!!"

"There's a… a body in the water!"

Ten minutes later.

The crime scene had been cordoned off by the police who arrived upon hearing the news.

Water search personnel also arrived in small boats with equipment and began to retrieve the body parts floating on the river.

It must be said that the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department's response speed was absolutely impeccable, managing to arrive at the crime scene so promptly when most ordinary people were still asleep.

Leading the team this time was a middle-aged police officer in a brown suit, wearing a brown hat, with a rotund figure and a kind face.

He stood within the cordon, questioning Kudo Shinichi and Ran, who had discovered the body, about the details of the case.

From Kudo Shinichi's address to him, this stout officer seemed to be Inspector Megure.

Outside the long police tape, a crowd of onlookers had gathered, drawn by the commotion.

Lin Xinyi was also among them.

Yes, Lin Xinyi, who had just transmigrated, couldn't help but join the crowd to watch the excitement.

Watching a spectacle is a universal human hobby, and he was no exception.

What's more, out of his ingrained professional instincts, he couldn't resist the urge to take a look at the murder scene.

"The body hasn't been recovered yet, so it's hard to analyze the specifics."

"But since it's a dismemberment case, it won't be easy to solve."

Lin Xinyi watched the salvage team on the river from afar, pondering silently:

The purpose of dismemberment is usually to conceal the victim's identity. Perpetrators of dismemberment cases typically possess psychological fortitude and anti-detection capabilities beyond those of ordinary criminals.

Finding clues that point to the victim and the killer from highly mutilated body parts requires sophisticated autopsy techniques and meticulous investigation and examination work.

And if the killer also possesses some medical knowledge for handling traces on bodies, then the autopsy work becomes even more difficult.

But…

What does this have to do with me?

Lin Xinyi, who had unconsciously entered work mode, suddenly snapped back to reality:

"I'm just a passerby here to gawk."

"Leave Japan's cases to the Japanese police."

He flashed a relaxed smile, as if it had nothing to do with him.

However, the case itself, especially the body floating in the river, still firmly held his gaze.

Meanwhile, inside the cordon, Inspector Megure was also getting a headache over the case:

"A dismemberment case…"

"It's been a long time since we've encountered a case this heinous. This probably won't be easy to handle."

As a veteran Tokyo detective, Inspector Megure also understood the gravity of dismemberment cases.

It seemed that everyone in this world was a fan of detective literature, showing an extraordinary level of interest in criminal cases.

If such a brutal and heinous dismemberment case couldn't be solved, the Japanese police would probably have to bow their heads and apologize on the news headlines again.

The pressure to solve the case was immense, and Inspector Megure currently had no leads.

So, he instinctively turned his inquiring gaze to the familiar high school detective beside him:

"Brother Kudo, what do you think?"

Kudo Shinichi remained silent, offering no answer, but the confident sparkle in his eyes continued to flicker.

At the same time, the onlookers outside the cordon had already let out exclamations:

"Kudo Shinichi, it's the famous Kudo Shinichi!"

"Great! It looks like this case will be solved quickly now."

The crowd stirred with commotion.

Looking at the scene, one might have thought that fans had coincidentally encountered a superstar on the street.

But this was a crime scene, a bloody crime scene.

How can they be so excited with a corpse right there? Aren't these onlookers' hearts a bit too big?

Lin Xinyi grumbled internally:

He had been to so many crime scenes, but he had never seen a situation where a crime scene turned into a fan meeting.

"Who exactly is that Kudo Shinichi?"

Lin Xinyi finally couldn't resist asking one of the onlookers beside him in a low voice.

The zealous fans, however, looked at him with even greater surprise:

"You don't know Kudo Shinichi?"

"Then haven't you heard the title 'Heisei Holmes'?"

"No," Lin Xinyi shook his head.

"No?"

The onlookers were as stunned as if they had heard that someone in the 21st century still didn't believe the Earth was round:

"No way! Don't you usually read the newspapers?"

"The Savior of the Japanese Police, surely you've heard that title?"

"Huh?" Lin Xinyi's eyes widened in surprise.

As a colleague, even if he didn't plan to continue this arduous and thankless job after transmigration, this profession was an ideal he had never regretted.

Therefore, he simply couldn't imagine words like "savior" being attached after the words "police."

Savior… Savior…

Just how incompetent are the Japanese police?

"They need a high schooler to save them?"

Lin Xinyi couldn't hold back the thought and blurted it out.

The scene immediately grew quiet.

Especially the police officers busy within the cordon.

They all stood stiff, faces grim, lips twitching slightly but unable to utter a sound.

Lin Xinyi understood such expressions; it was the same way when his mom used to scold him mercilessly for poor grades as a kid—

Even though being scolded was embarrassing and humiliating, if you were incompetent, you were incompetent. Incompetence was the original sin, and you just had to put up with being scolded.

The title "Savior of the Japanese Police" was an honor for Kudo Shinichi, but for the Japanese police, it was a huge scar.

The hot-headed young officers were flustered by Lin Xinyi's mockery.

Only Inspector Megure, who had seen much of the world, remained calm:

"Ahem."

"As long as the case gets solved, that's what matters."

"No matter who solves it, bringing the truth to light is our duty as police."

Inspector Megure frankly admitted the awkward fact that the Japanese police currently needed outside help.

Then, he unhesitatingly turned his pleading gaze back to Kudo Shinichi.

"Inspector Megure."

The famous high school detective finally snapped out of his contemplation:

"The body hasn't been retrieved yet, so it's hard to determine the exact situation."

"Right, then let's wait a bit longer."

Inspector Megure nodded. He didn't actually expect Kudo Shinichi to deduce some earth-shattering truth with such limited clues.

However, just then, Kudo Shinichi changed the subject:

"But, regarding the suspect in this case, I already have a preliminary deduction."

"What?"

Inspector Megure was stunned.

Lin Xinyi was also stunned:

To identify the suspect in a dismemberment case without even seeing the body?

Should he be called a genius, almost supernatural in his foresight, or was he just spouting nonsense and being arrogant?

As a former forensic police officer who relied solely on concrete evidence, Lin Xinyi actually leaned towards the latter.

But then, Kudo Shinichi dropped another bombshell:

"And, that suspect is still at the scene!"

"At the scene?!"

The onlookers were startled.

They cautiously eyed each other and put distance between themselves, fearing the terrifying killer might be standing right beside them.

Lin Xinyi couldn't help but secretly anticipate how this formidable Kudo Shinichi would pull out the so-called suspect from the crowd.

Then, under his expectant gaze—

Kudo Shinichi, with Ran's unconsciously admiring gaze on him, struck a cool pose with one hand in his pocket, and with the other, pointed straight at a man in the crowd:

"Mr. Lin Xinyi."

"Please come over and cooperate with our investigation."