Coroner Coroner

A black-backed police dog that had just jumped out of the police car suddenly broke free from the handler's lead in excitement and ran over with a flick of its tail.

It slammed into Lin Xinyi's arms.

He licked wildly at his face again:

"Caesar?!"

Lin Xinyi happily touched the big dog's head:

"This time it's you!"

He knew that Caesar was still young and should still be in service.

"It's been a long time."

"Wow wow wow!"

Caesar responded excitedly to his consolation.

Tongue licked out saliva again.

"Hey? How did you do it?"

The police crowded around curiously:

"Caesar is the ace in our forensics class."

"How could it suddenly not obey orders?"

Everyone looked at Lin Xinyi in confusion, the face hidden under the sunglasses.

Lin Xinyi did not answer.

He just moved the dog leash and looked at everyone in the Metropolitan Police Department with a smile:

"Let me take a look at this case too."

"I should be able to help you."

"Huh?" The young patrolman couldn't help but leaned over: "Mr. Detective, why are you still thinking about getting involved in this case."

"I've said it all, wait and see, please"

"No, I'm not an idler waiting."

"I'm not a detective either."

"Actually, I only recently received a job offer from Minister Odakiri, and I can resume my police status anytime I want."

"Recovery?"

Everyone was slightly surprised and looked at each other:

"Sir, are you a policeman too?"

"Yes."

"I see, no"

Caesar was still crouching at his feet sticking out his tongue.

Lin Xinyi finally slowly took off his sunglasses:

"I have always been"

"The Coroner of Science."

Finish this testimonial

Thank you all for accompanying us along the way.

This book is really not well written, it goes high and low.

There are many big and small problems, and the biggest problem is that it is too long.

It shouldn't be this long.

When I finished my last book, I said that I didn’t want to write about stand-in battles anymore, this kind of exhausting stuff.

And this book really didn't give me as much headache as the last one.

(I started with 50 words in the last book, and I am asking for leave on a weekly basis)

Writing a case may seem difficult, but it doesn't really require much ingenious ideation.

You just need to have the patience to look up materials, study courses, and draw materials from a large number of forensic textbooks and papers.

As long as you combine the new knowledge you have learned with the plot of the story, you can write a case that seems to be incomprehensible.

So the pressure of writing this book is not really big.

Sadly, that was only the beginning.

At the beginning, there are countless cases to draw from, and it is not an exaggeration to say that the thoughts are flowing.

But I wrote and wrote, and only after writing 100 million words did I realize:

Although there are many forensic cases, there are actually so many types of cases.

Blunt, sharp, falling, bullets, hanging, strangulation, strangulation, drowning, sickness, poisoning, restrained death, mental illness

The types that can be written and the knowledge that can be shown off have basically been written by me over and over again.

Then, if you want to write a case again, you have to think hard to write new ideas.

So the more I wrote, the more stuck, and the more I wrote, the bigger and bigger I became. In the end, I had to ask for leave every three to five, and the state was so bad that it seemed that I had a brain disability.

And the worst thing is that I, who have never written a multi-million-word novel, greatly overestimated my ability to bear long-term serialization.

When the early thinking was smooth, I felt that writing millions of words in this book was not a problem.

So in the early stage, I slowed down the rhythm of the main line, thinking that I could write it later.

结果

Later, when Calvinka felt uncomfortable, I found out that I didn't push the main line much.

If it's finished directly, it's a mess.

So after that, I had to rack my brains to revise the main line, accelerate the plot all the way, and finally finish the book before my state completely collapsed.

This process is really a hundred times more difficult than I imagined.

I really thought about giving up many times.

I thought about changing careers in despair.

Speaking of which

In fact, in the past, I didn’t like to complain to readers in books.

Especially when it comes to the troubles in your own life.

Because these annoyances are all my business, not the book itself.There is no benefit to writing it out, it can only affect everyone's reading experience.

But the problem is that after four years of practice, I am no longer the carefree student I used to be.

As I got older, I realized that the real troubles can be so troublesome.

It's painfully troublesome and makes you desperate to find a place to talk.

But I can't tell my family or friends about these troubles, so I can only pour it out to everyone on the opposite side of the screen here:

Insomnia, headaches, disturbed work and rest, these are just physical problems.

The incomprehension of the family is the most troublesome.

They don't support me doing this.

Because they saw that I was exhausted, and this job is, as they say, "there is no future".

Three years after graduating from university, my classmates and friends have become the backbone of all walks of life.

Even if they don't mix so well, they still have a stable and regular life.

Only me, still anxious about what to write every day.

Even if it is finished, I still have to worry about whether the next book can be popular and whether it can make money.

Even if I can't make money, I won't starve to death.

But "the economic base determines the superstructure".

I can make my family reluctantly accept my job because I can earn money by writing books and support myself.

But what if the next book is not well written?

Do you want to eat old at home?

If you are in your 20s, you can still eat old. What about 30 and 40?

Even if I have something old to chew on, people can't live so unpromisingly, right?

It was then that I realized that this so-called freelance job is actually not free at all.

Coupled with the occasional persuasion from my family, I often think in the dead of night:

Is your choice wrong?

Maybe I should change careers and find a stable job?

This thought intensified when I was distressed by Calvin.

I really thought more than once about giving up and changing careers.

After all, I chose this career because writing books would bring me joy.

But I've already started to feel the pain of writing a book, so why bother?

I have asked myself this many times.

The answer is that I'm actually happy

Because most of the joy of writing a book comes from the recognition of your work by others.

Although I stuttered in writing later, everyone was still accompanying me and recognizing me.

So even though my creative process is very painful, I still feel happy when I send out the article and receive votes and comments from everyone.