Coroner Coroner

"It's because...she's not walking on her feet at all."

"This lady witch tied her calf to her thigh behind her back, so that her leg seemed to be missing out of thin air, and then walked with her knees touching the ground."

"I see."

Lin Xinyi immediately figured out the mystery.

This is similar to the kind of professional beggars he saw on the street when he was a child, lying on a scooter, pushing a high-power stereo, playing desolate music while paddling a scooter along the street to pray:

At first glance, the trousers were empty, and he could only move slowly on the scooter, as if he was a poor man with both legs amputated.

But it only needs to say "Cheng Guan is here".

These "poor people" can immediately untie their pants, untie their ropes, and stretch their calves. A carp jumps up from the ground, holding a speaker, banknotes, and a scooter to start, performing street parkour for people on the spot.

The tricks used by Shimabukuro-kun are similar.

It's just that those professional beggars still have scooters, but she is directly pressing her knees against the hard ground, moving step by step.

And in this way, the so-called "mermaid corpse" found at the scene of the fire three years ago can also be explained.

It was Shimabukuro Junhui's mother who unfortunately died at that time.

Her mother was also acting as a long-lived mother-in-law at the time, so her calves were tied behind her thighs.

So when people found this broken body that was severely damaged in the fire, at first glance, the calf part of the body seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.

So those local people who were already superstitious immediately spread rumors, and passed on this "legless" human skeleton as a so-called mermaid corpse.

"Has she and her mother always acted like a long-lived mother-in-law in this way?"

"It's not easy."

Imagining the pain of walking on his knees, and thinking of her mother's silent death, Hayashi Shinichi couldn't help but be moved by Shimabukuro's dedication.

In order to benefit the folks in the village and preserve the characteristic tourism economy of her hometown, this lady witch has really paid too much voluntarily.

Even her mother died in the front-line job of leading the villagers to get rich collectively.

This spirit and deeds are enough to be rated as an outstanding poverty alleviation cadre who moved Japan.

But one size fits all...

Although Hayashi Shinichi was moved by Shimabukuro Junhui's deeds.

But now seeing this crazy scene of a large group of severely superstitious patients gathering together to engage in feudal superstition, he who has other beliefs still instinctively feels disgusted.

"Miss Shimabukuro did a really good job."

"But no matter how good she is, the so-called 'longevity mother-in-law' is nothing more than an old woman with heavy makeup."

"These guys have seen Changshoupo's ordinary appearance with their own eyes, but they still believe that she is not an ordinary person."

Lin Xinyi couldn't help criticizing these superstitious tourists again:

"Are they stupid?"

"Of course they're not stupid."

"It's just too greedy."

Belmode responded unconsciously:

"Those old guys have enjoyed the glory of the world but are still not satisfied. They also try to get their hands on the authority of the gods and reverse the torrent of time."

"No matter how ridiculous it is, as long as there is even the slightest possibility, they will try it at any cost."

"Even if those costs were..."

For some reason, her voice stopped abruptly.

Lin Xinyi couldn't read her mind.

But Belmode showed an unusual fragility, with soft and deep eyes, calm and deep cheeks, and a hint of sadness everywhere.

She looked down at the ignorant fanatics present, as if mocking, but also as if she was laughing at herself:

"Everyone wants to live forever, just like the legendary eight hundred nuns."

"But these people only remember that the eight hundred bhikkhuni can live forever, but selectively forget the pain and despair that this ability has brought to the eight hundred bhikkhuni."

The legend of Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni is not a comedy story.

Although she gained a long life by eating mermaid meat, she also deeply felt the vicissitudes of life, the impermanence of the world, and suffered extremely in eternal loneliness.

Finally, after living for nearly 800 years, Bhikkhuni Yao returned to his hometown of Wakasa, entered the cave of Seshan alone, and died in a desolate hunger strike.

"That's the immortality they want."

Belmode emotionally finished telling the story of the eight hundred bhikkhuni, and couldn't help sighing softly in Lin Xinyi's ear:

"So what can I do if I get it."

"Is the feeling of immortality really as good as they imagined?"

"Of course!"

Lin Xin replied solemnly:

"If longevity is not good, can the eight hundred bhikkhuni live to be 800 years old before getting tired of it?"

"It took 800 years to say that longevity is bad—"

"Isn't this the same as those rich Brahmins who already have tens of billions of dollars, but always say that they don't love money at all, and making money makes him feel 'painful'?"

"Do you want to pretend?"

Belmode: "..."

She rolled her eyes helplessly:

"It's two different things."

"Forget it...you can't understand this feeling."

"For a young man like you, living a long life may really be a good thing."

"Why isn't it a good thing?"

From Belmode's words, Lin Xinyi faintly heard a taste of pain and world-weariness.

Thinking about the ending of the eight hundred bhikkuni she just mentioned, it seemed to carry some ominous metaphors.

So he comforted him in time:

"The pain of the eight hundred nuns comes from loneliness."

"But now, teacher..."

"You are not alone."

"You..." Belmode's voice faltered.

She seemed a little surprised that Lin Xinyi could say such heart-warming words.

It's not like his usual style.

But it feels good.

Belmode's slightly frowned delicate eyebrows were quietly released.

On the delicate cheeks lingering with sadness, a smile appeared again unknowingly:

"It's so rare...you can still comfort people."

"Is it because that little girl is too difficult to serve, so that your emotional intelligence has also been improved?"

"I..." Lin Xinyi was a little embarrassed by being squeezed out.

But Belmode quickly restrained this harmless joke.

Without waiting for his answer, she hummed softly and emotionally:

"Thank you."

"you're right…"

Belmode quietly took his arm, like a broken boat looking for a safe haven, gently nestling on his shoulder:

"I'm not alone now."

Lin Xinyi could feel the heat from her warm and soft body, and could smell the fragrance from her loose silver hair, but this kind of intimate contact was unexpectedly not charming.

It just makes people feel warm and cozy, like family members snuggling up to each other for warmth.

"teacher…"

Lin Xin subconsciously shouted softly.

"Don't call me teacher."

Belmode looked up from his arms.

As if joking, but also as if looking forward to it seriously:

"You are my only family."

"Perhaps you can call me..."

She pursed her lips nervously and looked at Lin Xinyi expectantly.

"I understand."

Lin Xinyi smiled back with an explosive EQ.

Although this is a bit much to ask for a man with both parents and family,

But after all, he inherited the status of the original owner, and it's not like he couldn't feel that Belmode treated him so well.

Not to mention that his current daily expenses are all covered by this woman, and his life safety is all covered by her - even if it is not a family, it is a family.

Isn't it what he should do to satisfy her desire for her family?

So, Lin Xinyi gently held Belmod in his arms, turned his head and looked directly into her eyes with gentle eyes.

"Belmode."

"Actually, I've always treated you as mine..."