After a long time, in a high-end apartment building in Beika Town.
Lin Xinyi found this place using the personal address listed on his "own" Driver's License.
If everything went smoothly, this would be his home from now on.
"It seems 'my' financial Strength is even greater than I imagined."
Standing in the hallway of the apartment, looking out the window at the towering Tokyo Tower in the distance, Lin Xinyi could already guess how exorbitant the land prices here must be.
Soon, he found the apartment number corresponding to his "own" residence and walked down the corridor to the door.
Slowly inserting the key, he tentatively turned it.
*Click*, after a crisp sound, the door opened.
"Phew, good. The address matches the Identification."
Lin Xinyi breathed a slight sigh of relief.
Pushing Open the Door, he cautiously checked the situation at the Entrance first.
"There is only one pair of men's Slippers on the floor."
"The few pairs of Slippers on the shoe rack are also men's, and they are all dusty, probably spares."
"It seems 'I' usually live alone, and no Outsiders have visited recently."
He was very afraid that "his" home was still occupied by some Mom, Dad, or Girlfriend.
If that were the case, he wouldn't know how to Face these theoretical Family members.
Observing that there were no Traces of a second person living in the house, Lin Xinyi's heart relaxed considerably again.
He finally stepped into "his" home with relief.
The space inside was large, and the decoration was high-class.
Apart from being somewhat dirty and messy due to the Original Owner's sloppiness, this expensive apartment was definitely satisfactory.
"Now, I need to carefully investigate the Intelligence on 'me'."
As if investigating a Crime Scene, Lin Xinyi began to carefully search the house for any Clues that could help him understand "his" Identity.
The first thing found was the Will left by the Original Owner.
This Will was placed conspicuously on the bedside table, and its content was shockingly simple:
"I have fallen into the abyss."
"Only death can grant me release."
Without beginning or end, it was impossible to understand why he committed Suicide.
But Lin Xinyi still tried hard to glean some useful information from these short two lines:
"The Will does not mention a single Family member or Friend, nor does it leave a word for them."
"Is it because he knew that the people important to him would never see this Will?"
"It seems his Family and Friends are not around, and his social circle is very narrow."
This was clearly a Tragedy for the Original Owner.
But for Lin Xinyi, it was a good thing.
For an imposter like him who lacked the Original Owner's memories, the narrower the Original Owner's social circle, the better.
"But 'I have fallen into the abyss'?"
"What exactly did he encounter?"
"Judging by the Tone, it doesn't sound like relationship trouble. Could it be a workplace issue?"
"Or did this guy get involved in some illegal criminal activity?"
Lin Xinyi Vaguely feel something was wrong, so he quickened his pace and continued searching.
And when he casually pulled open the Drawer of the bedside table that held the Will, the items placed inside immediately made his heart sink: "This is a Beretta M92F!"
Lin Xinyi looked somewhat stunned at the black Handgun he had just pulled out of the bedside table.
Next to it was a box of golden Bullets, gleaming with the unique luster of metal under the sunlight.
"If I remember correctly, Japan is also a country with strict gun control, right?"
"This guy has a Handgun and Bullets at home..."
"He's not some Criminal, is he?"
He couldn't help but feel a wave of dread.
But soon, the item placed next to the Handgun immediately made him greatly relieved:
It was a Gun Possession Permit issued by the Japan government, proving the Original Owner legally owned the firearm.
"Thank goodness, this gun is legal."
"I hope he was just a regular gun enthusiast."
Lin Xinyi temporarily suppressed the Doubt in his heart 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 ID photo and very important Profession information:
"Name: Lin Xinyi"
"Title: Safety Director"
"Yonkō Biological Pharmaceutical Company"
Clearly, the Original Owner was employed by a Pharmaceutical Company.
In addition, the Work ID also listed the specific address of this Pharmaceutical Company.
"Safety Director, what kind of position is that?"
"Do pharmaceutical companies even have such a position?"
Lin Xinyi had entered the Police system right after graduation and had never worked in a corporation.
In his impression as an amateur, a Safety Director was probably some high-ranking position responsible for overseeing corporate Production safety.
And since it contained the character for "Director," it had to be some kind of Leader.
Looking at it this way, the Original Owner must have been quite successful in his career, and likely had backing—otherwise, in a society like Japan, which values seniority even more, it would be difficult for a twenty-four-year-old Young man to become a Leader.
If Lin Xinyi could successfully Inherit the Original Owner's Work, he should be able to save a lot of effort.
"But Biological Pharmaceutical?"
"That has absolutely nothing to do with my major."
Lin Xinyi felt a Headache coming on:
Although Forensic Doctor and Biological Pharmaceutical both contain the character for "medicine," they are fundamentally different fields.
He hasn't studied Biology, nor Pharmacology, so he can't do this kind of Work.
And a Safety Director looks like a technical job; without certain professional knowledge, it would be hard to fake it.
"Forget it, I'll just resign directly."
"I probably can't earn this Salary."
"Besides, I shouldn'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 his savings were probably substantial.
Then all he had to do was sell this house, withdraw the savings, and take a flight back to his home country.
One must remember that this is more than twenty years ago.
As long as one had money to invest, even a pig could soar to the heavens.
Working a job was impossible; he could only rely on flipping property and stocks to barely maintain his life.
Lin Xinyi was indulging in this dream of getting rich through rebirth while not stopping his searching movements.
Soon, another extremely important item was found.
It was a savings passbook from Yonkō Bank.
"+892300.00"
"Hiss—this guy actually had a post-tax income of 890,000 yen a month?"
An ordinary six-digit number, printed in fragrant ink on the passbook, possessed a magical quality that induced happiness.
But this joy didn't last long, because he immediately saw a string of large minus signs following the plus sign.
Those were expenditures, and the amount of each expenditure made Lin Xinyi, accustomed to a frugal life, feel terrified.
The Original Owner lived a very extravagant life, spending money lavishly.
It was as if he lived every day as if it were his last.
Lin Xinyi frowned tightly, turning the thin passbook page by page.
And just as he turned to the last page—
A cold wind blew fiercely, and a chill surged up, making even the sunlight outside the window seem to dim slightly.
An extremely Terrifying thing happened:
"Balance: 8899.00."
"..."
"Damn it!"
Lin Xinyi rarely showed an expression like he wanted to curse.
He lived in a house like a 'new money' heir, earned an income like a top earner, but his account balance wasn't even enough for one Yukichi Fukuzawa bill.
How could he still have the Confidence to resign and return home, let alone get rich?
Sell the house for cash? That was probably impossible too.
Because while flipping through the passbook, Lin Xinyi had already noticed that "he" had a fixed, large expenditure on a specific date every month.
If he guessed correctly, this fixed expenditure was most likely rent.
This meant that the high-end apartment he was currently living in was most likely rented, not owned by him.
Not only could he not sell the house and run away, but he also had to figure out how to gather next month's rent as soon as possible.
And the most terrifying thing was—
Lin Xinyi had previously found a Yonkō Bank credit card in "his" Wallet.
Given the Original Owner's spending habits, coupled with this credit card that allowed for large loans and advance spending—
His actual account balance was probably even more Terrifying than what was written on the passbook.
"Damn it."
"I don't have to pay off his credit card, do I?"
"If that's the case, then I can only..."
Lin Xinyi felt his scalp tingle.
After a long period of Silence, his expression stiffened as he picked up the Work ID he had previously discarded like trash:
"I guess I have to work."
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