An Obscure Profession

"Here we go again!"

The Japanese police were being mocked to their faces once more!

You're still a suspect, you know. Is it really okay to be this arrogant?

All the officers present stiffened, and even the usually composed Inspector Megure's mouth twitched.

But Lin Xinyi had no intention of sparing his Japanese counterparts any face:

"Do you think this is some kind of Detective Novel?"

"If even the most basic crime scene investigation work relies on detectives, then the police are as superfluous as the extra pair of chopsticks delivered with your takeout!"

"Especially you, Officer Komatsu!"

Lin Xinyi aimed his criticism squarely at Officer Komatsu, who was serving as the coroner:

"Your abilities simply don't do your profession justice."

"I seriously doubt how you even graduated from Medical School?!"

It wasn't that Lin Xinyi was meddling.

As a former forensic pathologist, he couldn't stand such incompetence among his colleagues.

You can pretend to know things you don't when you're a president, but not when you're a forensic pathologist.

Forensic pathology isn't an ordinary profession. If the practitioner is just a Mr. Nanguo, someone who pretends to be skilled when they're not, then the voices of the deceased cannot be heard, the truth will be forever buried, and justice cannot be served.

Seeing Officer Komatsu's utterly incompetent performance, Lin Xinyi felt an unspeakable frustration:

Do we have to wait for detectives to do everything?

You're the police, you're the forensic pathologist!

Of course, in reality, Lin Xinyi was being overly serious.

If he knew what kind of world he had transmigrated into, he would understand:

In this world of detectives, the police's capabilities are inherently infinitely weakened.

Otherwise, if the police truly had the investigative abilities and technical means of the real world—even if they just installed a few more surveillance cameras on the streets, 99% of cases could be solved by themselves—where would there be room for famous detectives to shine?

Beyond that, Officer Komatsu's "incompetence" also had another practical reason:

"I never went to Medical School."

Officer Komatsu scratched his head awkwardly:

"To be precise, I'm only considered a part-time coroner."

"Because our Forensics Division's Autopsy Department has always been understaffed…"

"So, they have to reassign people from our Crime Scene Investigation Department to do some simple autopsy work part-time."

"Huh?" Lin Xinyi was stunned. "You can be a part-time coroner for this kind of work?"

In fact, he was just being unfamiliar with the situation.

Forensic pathologists are scarce talents in any country, and even more so in Japan.

One must remember that to become a forensic pathologist, one needs to complete 6 years of Medical School education, just like a regular doctor.

And the income level of doctors in Japan has always been at the top of all professions, with an average annual income of a staggering 12.32 million yen. For skilled and experienced doctors, earning 20 to 30 million yen a year is absolutely not difficult.

However, forensic pathologists, who also studied diligently for 6 years in Medical School, have an average annual income less than half of a doctor's.

Furthermore, compared to doctors who have stable career advancement paths, the promotion path for forensic pathologists is particularly difficult—there are already so few of them, and if you get promoted to an official position in an office, who will be the "cog in the machine" responsible for frontline autopsy work?

The disparity between the two is visible to the naked eye.

Not to mention, Medical School tuition in Japan is extremely expensive; if it's a private Medical School, 6 years could cost tens of millions of yen.

If you don't become a doctor and choose to be a forensic pathologist, you might not even earn back your tuition fees after working for several years.

Low income, demanding work, difficult promotions, and constant dealing with the deceased—smart medical students would not choose forensic pathology as a profession.

"There are only 150 forensic pathologists in all of Japan who hold a Medical License."

"It's simply too unrealistic to expect a forensic pathologist to be present at every crime scene."

Officer Komatsu sighed helplessly:

"So, the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department's usual practice is to have part-time coroners like me complete the most basic investigative work, such as preliminary determination of cause and time of death, and collection of evidence and crime scene investigation."

"Only if we find unresolved doubts in the case will we then entrust the National Research Institute of Police Science, or a collaborating university's forensic research lab, to conduct an in-depth autopsy."

"I see…"

Lin Xinyi quickly calmed down:

Indeed, forensic pathology is a niche profession that is difficult to pursue no matter where you are.

Although the situation was much better than in Japan, in his previous life, the entire public security system only had just over 11,000 officially registered forensic pathologists, and they were responsible for all criminal cases in a large country with 1.4 billion people.

As a forensic scientist, he was naturally busy day in and day out.

That's precisely why Lin Xinyi decided to take the opportunity of "living again" to choose a relatively easier profession and experience a calm, peaceful everyday life.

"In that case..."

After clearly realizing the severe inadequacy of the Japanese police's autopsy capabilities, Lin Xinyi pondered for a moment before finally stating in a deep voice:

"How about I perform the preliminary autopsy for you?"

"You? How can that work?"

Officer Komatsu's eyes widened in surprise:

You're still a suspect in this case, how can we just let you touch the body?

Oh, right, he's still a suspect!

How did I unknowingly let him take the initiative, first standing there like a grandchild taking a scolding, and then obediently listening to his commands?

It wasn't just Officer Komatsu; even the surrounding onlookers noticed something was off:

Lin Xinyi seemed to possess a special aura, one that made people unconsciously trust him.

This aura was hard to describe.

But Ran instinctively described it vividly: "Mr. Lin Xinyi's aura looks a lot like Shinichi's when he's solving a case."

This was actually the focus and confidence that great detectives exuded when pursuing the truth.

Without confusion or bewilderment, the detective's eyes could always lead everyone to the truth.

And the same was true for forensic scientists.

With this unique charm, Lin Xinyi calmly stated:

"I won't mess around."

"If I were to tamper with the body right under the noses of you police officers and that famous detective, wouldn't I be seeking my own death?"

"But..." Officer Komatsu hesitated, looking to Inspector Megure for guidance.

"Kudo?" But Inspector Megure, in turn, cast an inquiring gaze towards Kudo Shinichi, who had been lost in thought the entire time.

Lin Xinyi suppressed the urge to complain about the Japanese police having to listen to a high schooler to solve cases, and also looked at this Heisei Holmes.

Clearly, Kudo Shinichi's words held the most weight right now.

But Kudo Shinichi didn't give a direct answer; he simply asked, curious, puzzled, and slightly unwilling:

"Still need to do an autopsy?"

"Mr. Lin Xinyi, didn't you already find the decisive evidence before I did?"

Subconsciously, he emphasized the words "before I did."

Clearly, this long-unfamiliar feeling of being out-deduced had piqued Kudo Shinichi's strong interest in Lin Xinyi.

And Lin Xinyi naturally ignored this competitive gaze from a young man:

"There's no decisive evidence..."

"You know, the biggest taboo in forensic work is jumping to conclusions. Even if you have a preliminary assessment of the case, you absolutely cannot relax your autopsy work because of it."

"Because the evidence found in the next step could very well overturn the previous speculation. This concerns the dignity of the deceased and the execution of justice; we absolutely cannot let our guard down."

"For example, like this case now..."

Lin Xinyi paused slightly, pointing to the fragmented limbs on the plastic sheet:

"Anyone would immediately think this is a heinous homicide, and believe there must be a murderer who dismembered the body, right?"

"But actually, if you observe the body carefully, it's not hard to discover..."

"Huh?"

The onlookers interrupted Lin Xinyi's speech with a series of incredulous gasps:

Are you saying it might not be a homicide?

This is a dismemberment case! The victim was cut into many pieces, we couldn't even recover the whole body...

The victim ended up like this, what else could it be if not homicide?

These doubts were clearly visible on their faces and in their eyes.

But Lin Xinyi completely ignored these antagonistic gazes.

Pointing to the fragmented pieces scattered on the ground, he stated emphatically:

"That's right, based on my preliminary observation..."

"This is a suicide by dismemberment!"

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