Although it was embarrassing to disgrace the predecessors who transmigrated before him, Lin Xinyi decided to honestly go to work.
There was no other way; the Original Owner had not left behind any capital for investment or making money.
And he didn't understand music or art, hadn't watched many anime or movies, and his writing skills were poor.
When he was in school, struggling to write an 800-character essay was difficult; now, trying to recreate a bestselling novel from his incomplete outline? That was simply Unrealistic.
Lin Xinyi basically couldn't learn the wealth-generating methods used by the transmigrator predecessors.
Thinking carefully, besides knowing how to disembowel a Corpse, the only other thing he was good at was Fighting—
If he were to use Criminal Law as a guide to wealth, then these two skills combined could indeed lead to rapid fortune.
If he wanted to abide by the law and be a good person, these two skills were basically unrelated to wealth.
So how could he earn money?
Should he use his current identity as a "Japan friend" to return home and share wealth codes, or directly apply for study abroad to scam scholarships?
No, although that was one path, it was too unambitious.
"I should just take over the Original Owner's identity and go to work."
"As long as I can coast for a while, even just three or four months, the Salary I save will make me much better off financially."
Lin Xinyi had his eye on the Original Owner's high income.
It was an income of 890,000 yen per month.
If he coasted along for three or four months, he would eventually be fired by the company for incompetence, and he could receive a severance package on top of that.
Altogether, that would be a few million yen, enough for Lin Xinyi to spend for a while.
Of course, if he could keep coasting like this—
If he worked a full year, the saved Salary would be enough for him to resign, return home, and achieve great wealth.
With a trace of guilt, Lin Xinyi began planning how to impersonate the Original Owner and be a freeloader at the company, like Nanguo.
Just then, his Mobile Phone suddenly rang.
Someone was Calling.
"Who could it be at this hour?"
Lin Xinyi frowned slightly:
During the break while giving his Record, he had actually inspected this Mobile Phone carefully.
There were no call records on the phone; perhaps the Original Owner had thoroughly wiped them clean before committing Suicide.
The numbers saved in the phone's address book were also pitifully few.
There were only two entries in total.
The first number was labeled "Laboratory," clearly a work number.
The second number was labeled "Most Important Person."
This was the number that worried Lin Xinyi the most.
Who exactly was the Most Important Person?
Parents, Relatives, close Friends, or a Girlfriend?
No matter who the answer was, Lin Xinyi did not want to receive a call from this number.
After all, he wasn't the real Lin Xinyi, and he wouldn't know how to interact with that "Most Important Person."
Thus, with slightly Nervous feelings,
Lin Xinyi took out his Mobile Phone to check, and the incoming call was from an unknown number with no Surname listed.
Just as he was Guessing that this caller without a note might not be an Acquaintance of the Original Owner, the call connected, and the voice on the other end sounded very Familiar with the Original Owner:
"Hello, Lin."
The other party addressed Lin Xinyi directly by his Surname:
"I just went to the Laboratory, and you weren't there."
"What is going on?"
It was a man's Voice, the tone neither Young nor old, just making one feel Calm and composed.
The words clearly carried an element of questioning authority, but there was no fluctuation in Emotion.
And the feeling this Voice gave off
could only be described by one word: "Cold."
Even through the phone, Lin Xinyi could Imagine a commanding man with a cold expression Giving orders.
"He immediately started questioning my absence; it seems the caller is 'my' Leader."
"Seriously, he doesn't even save his own Leader's number with a note?"
Lin Xinyi silently Complained about the Original Owner's negligence in his mind.
Then, he inadvertently glanced at the clock on the wall beside him:
"9:10."
Although so many things had happened this morning, it was actually just past 9 o'clock, not much later than normal work hours.
However, judging by the tone of the person on the phone—
the caller should be "his" boss.
And the boss had rarely come to the company to check up on things today, catching him in the act of being absent without leave.
"I apologize!"
Lin Xinyi was planning to coast under this person's watch for a few months, so his Tone was naturally very humble.
This Tone resembled that of an honest Underling, which did not arouse any Suspicion from the Leader on the other end.
Since he didn't know what the Original Owner usually called his Leader, he simply omitted any title:
"I just returned from the Metropolitan Police Department and haven't had time to go to the Laboratory yet."
Lin Xinyi explained vaguely.
He deliberately didn't finish his sentence, leaving half of it for the other party to ask about.
After all, the excuse that "I was delayed because the Police treated me as a Suspect" sounded rather bizarre; explaining it gradually would be more believable.
"Metropolitan Police Department?"
A barely perceptible fluctuation appeared in that cold Voice.
But a Leader is a Leader; he had a strong presence.
He didn't immediately ask out of curiosity as Lin Xinyi had Imagined. Instead, after a brief Silence, he Calmly asked:
"I need an explanation."
What a stylish Leader.
Lin Xinyi secretly marveled, then honestly explained:
"This morning during my morning exercise, I was Accidentally Entangled in a Dismemberment case, so I was taken by the Metropolitan Police Department to give a Record."
"I also met that somewhat famous Detective, Shinichi Kudo; he was there too."
To strengthen his credibility, he specifically mentioned the Famous Detective's name.
But a Leader is still a Leader.
After hearing the bizarre story of his Subordinate being Entangled in a Dismemberment case and meeting the Famous Detective Shinichi Kudo, he didn't show the slightest surprise.
The other party merely thought in Silence for a moment, then said in a deep Tone:
"I understand."
"In that case, you can go to the Laboratory now."
Lin Xinyi: "..."
Hearing that his employee was involved in a Dismemberment case, his first Reaction was to tell the employee to return to work as soon as possible?
What a ruthless machine for squeezing surplus value.
"Do your Work properly."
Before Lin Xinyi dared to Complain out loud, the Leader on the other end lectured him with a Voice that could freeze a penguin:
"Your recent state seems somewhat Awful, and that is not good."
"The Laboratory is under your management."
"Lin, do not disappoint me."
Lin Xinyi really didn't want to deal with this Leader who showed no human Care.
But thinking calmly about the 890,000 yen monthly Salary deposit, he managed to endure it:
"Yes, I promise to complete the mission!"
The Leader didn't even reply with a simple "Mm," and the call hung up directly.
"Hoo."
Lin Xinyi let out a long breath:
"'My' boss seems difficult to deal with."
"But judging by his tone, he probably doesn't come to the company often, so I won't have to interact with him every day."
"That's a good thing."
"But 'the Laboratory is under my management'?"
Hearing about such a heavy responsibility from his Leader made his scalp tingle:
He knew how to manage a Forensic Doctor's Laboratory.
But how was he supposed to manage this Biology Laboratory?
Will I be exposed on my first day of Work?
Being a main Leader overseeing a Laboratory is clearly not easy; thinking of this made Lin Xinyi feel even more overwhelmed.
But the arrow is already on the bowstring and must be shot.
Since the Leader urged him to hurry to Work, and needing the Salary, he could only Brace Oneself and go clock in at the company.
"No matter what, I'll try it first."
"After all, it's 890,000 a month..."
Lin Xinyi gritted his teeth and Made up his mind, then turned toward the closet to change his clothes before heading to Work.
Wearing this black Suit directly to Work wouldn't be an issue, but his trouser legs and shoes had been soaked in water, and if he didn't change, they would start to smell.
When he opened "his" closet, good heavens—
It was all black clothes.
Not a single piece of clothing in any other color.
"This taste probably means he can wash his clothes less often because black doesn't show dirt."
Lin Xinyi unkindly speculated about the Original Owner, who wasn't very clean.
After all, sloppy people like black clothes; they smell them before bed, and if they don't stink, they wear them again the next day.
Thinking of that, the clean clothes in front of him seemed somewhat repulsive.
Lin Xinyi forced himself to discard this Awful Thought, rummaged through the closet, and finally could only pick out a Suit similar to the one he was wearing.
He put on the Suit, straightened his cuffs, tied his tie, and clipped on the company ID badge.
He looked in the mirror:
Hey, this look—
What a handsome and dashing Real Estate Agent.
He would surely leave a good Impression on clients when selling houses.
Lin Xinyi was quite satisfied with his Image.
Then, he walked to the Entrance to put on his Leather shoes and pushed open the unfamiliar front door.
"I have to go to Work already."
As the door opened and he saw the vast world outside, Lin Xinyi felt a bit Guilty Conscience again.
He was very worried that his colleagues would discover something was wrong as soon as he got to Work, leading to him being kicked out before earning much Salary.
But after this subconscious worry, thinking calmly, his start wasn't that bad:
"Oh well, getting fired isn't the end of the world."
"No matter how Awful the current Situation is, it's better than what I worried about back then."
When the Case first happened, Lin Xinyi truly worried he might end up in Prison.
After all, he lacked the Original Owner's memories, and even though he vaguely Guessed that "he" went to the park to commit Suicide, he couldn't completely Exclude "his" Suspicion.
And now, compared to those worries back then, no matter what—
"At least I'm not a 'Criminal' anymore."
Lin Xinyi cheered himself up, dressed in black, and walked out of the house.