anime fever

Xiaolan and Conan went to their home as guests. According to the standards of ancient times, it was a journey that spanned thousands of mountains and rivers.

So the Ogata family made a big dinner for the two of them.Everyone talked and laughed at the dinner table, and Ogata brought food to everyone from time to time, feeling the rare home atmosphere.

Before going to bed at night, Ogata took a hot bath, wrapped himself in his bathrobe, and returned to the bedroom he hadn't returned to for a long time.

The bedroom is bigger than the one in Japan. As soon as you enter, there are two rows of bookshelves filled with dense books, most of which are classics that must be read for forensic science. There are several oil paintings with hidden philosophy hanging on the wall. In fact, Ogata It's just for decoration, so the price of each painting doesn't even reach five hundred dollars.

Walking to his comfortable big bed, Ogata's whole body seemed to 'thump' and fell down.

Soft, comfortable, without a trace of dust, it is obvious that the mother took good care of everything in this room.

Lying on the bed, Ogata was thinking about something.

His meeting with the Black Organization was getting closer and closer, and he remembered getting what he wanted to know from Vodka.They made an appointment to meet at a time and place where all the members of the organization would be present, and it would definitely be a good opportunity for a head-to-head confrontation.Remember the time is the day after tomorrow.

The Cecil Hotel in Los Angeles!

Ogata raised his eyebrows and sat up from the bed.The matter of the death of gin and vodka, I don't know that other members of the black organization are clear about this matter, if that day comes, it will be an important day of their party.The two guys didn't show up for words.Obviously something went wrong.Once they start to investigate this matter.With the infiltration of the Miyano sisters who defected from their organization, many things surrounding Ogata will surface.

If things develop to this point, Ogata will be quite passive.It's like gin has turned into another identity, it's in the dark, and it's in the light.If you want to face an opponent who is hiding, it is definitely better to face it directly.

correct!Ogata seemed to think of something from his wallet.Pulled out a slightly crumpled business card.

The above is in full English format, briefly abbreviating the name of a company, and a string of mailbox numbers.

Looking at this 'American Dross Company', Ogata remembered that it was turned out of Gin after his death.As a professional killer, except for cash and pistols, you should not carry other extra items on your body.So this business card should be quite important, otherwise it would not be carried by him, at least it should have some connection with the black organization.Now being able to get involved with the black organization is all for Ogata.Precious clues.

Ogata walked to the computer desk and pulled out his chair.Looking at this desktop monitor, which is obviously much thinner and lighter than the one in the Japanese office, I feel a lot of comfort in my eyes.

Even though it is not as good as the LCD monitors of later generations and has mainstream core processors, this assembled desktop is still ahead of some domestic computers used by ordinary people.After all, Ogata entrusted many friends around him to save some advanced configurations from Silicon Valley and some channels, and the running speed can barely meet his requirements.

Sitting on a chair similar to a boss chair, Ogata pressed the power button of the monitor and the case, leaned on the comfortable leather chair cushion, leaned back a little, and as the wheels under the chair rubbed against the ground, he and the lights on There is some distance between the monitors.

Doing so is also a preventive measure.

Because his eyesight is sharper than that of ordinary people, he habitually sits back, especially to touch some electronic products.In this day and age, there are very few cases of myopia.But Ogata knows that once we enter the 21st century, it will be difficult for young people on the street to find someone without glasses.Just because he has better eyesight than others, he is worried about these eyes.

After turning it on, Ogata found the built-in IE browser, quickly tapped the keyboard with both hands, and entered the Google URL to search for information about the company name left on the business card.

Dross!The results of the query are only a few.

Obviously, Google did not receive more detailed information about this company, but this is also reasonable.The black organization has always been well hidden, so no matter whether it is money laundering or smuggling trade, they will not choose a showy company to cover up.

Registered in 1994, engaged in the logistics and transportation industry, the company's headquarters is in Los Angeles!

Ogata's eyes quickly flicked across the content displayed on the screen. This was an extremely official introduction. He slid the scroll wheel of the mouse with one hand and pulled down the web page. Among the other search results, he found a page that asked him find it interesting.

This is a separate webpage. After opening, it seems to enter a black-toned main interface.

In the center of the entire interface, there is a place similar to a search box. It seems that you need to enter your account password to enter.

Ogata's eyes reflected the light of the display screen, and his lips trembled slightly.

After thinking for a while, he took his mobile phone and pressed a set of numbers.

On the other end of the phone, he answered quickly.

"Hello, who is it?" A voice sounded familiar.

Ogata smiled softly and said, "Dr. Ali, it's me. Ogata Yusuke."

That's right, it was Dr. Ali who was far away in Japan.During the day today, he was still used as a shield by Conan, an inventor who didn't know it at all.

"Oh, it's Brother Ogata! I heard that you have returned to the United States now? Do you need my help?" Dr. Ali is very smart. He knew that Ogata, who has not been in contact often, called him at this time. There must be a problem and he needs to help solve it.

Ogata let out a "hmm".

He thought about it, and the best person to help him check this website seemed to be Dr. Ali.If he asked Miwako Sato or someone else, once he found out what this website was for, or involved the black organization, there would definitely be trouble.So Dr. Ari, who is in charge of Conan's overall situation, helped him investigate this website.Even if you know something.It won't matter too much.

then.Ogata explained in detail about his entrustment to Dr. Ali on the phone.He didn't deliberately avoid the matter of the black organization, but explained everything in detail.

Dr. Ali should understand the importance of this matter to him and Conan.

Ogata happened to have a fax machine at home, so I passed the business card in my hand to him for research.Relying on intuition, log in to the account on that web page.It should have something to do with email.

"Don't worry, if I find any results, I will contact you as soon as possible." Dr. A Li promised very readily.

After Ogata thanked him repeatedly, he hung up the phone.

The last time Dr. A Li helped make a scalpel, I haven't thanked him well.Unexpectedly, this time I owe him another favor.

Ogata sighed, it seems that after returning to Japan, he will reward this kind-hearted doctor well.

Just when he turned off the computer and was about to go back to bed to rest, the mobile phone was placed next to the computer desk.The text message rings.

Ogata turned on his phone and found the text he had just received a second ago.

"Ogata. Are you asleep?"

The sender was obviously Shiho.

Seeing this text message, Ogata, who originally planned to rest and fall asleep earlier, was immediately refreshed, and all the original drowsiness dissipated.

"I haven't slept yet, I'll look for you tomorrow." Ogata pressed two fingers continuously, and finally clicked to confirm sending.

Zhibao sent back a message: "Be with your mother well, my sister and I are fine, we live a very peaceful and peaceful life here, as if we have returned to a long, long time ago."…

"That's good, I hope too, you're just an ordinary girl."

When Ogata saw her text message, he didn't know why, and felt a little bitter in his heart. When he thoroughly understood Zhiho's identity and experience, he realized why Shiho deliberately kept a distance from him during his college days.

It was because her growth was driven by the pressure of the black organization that she became a cold girl who learned to disguise herself.Because of this, she was alone and lost a lot of happiness that her peers should enjoy.

"Ogata, go to bed early."

Zhibao finally replied a text message, Ogata looked at the phone and replied after a long time: "You too, take a good rest."

There is very little communication between the two.

But enough!For Ogata, he knew that Shiho had already revealed a lot of what she wanted to express in the brief message.

Maybe everyone has a different perspective.

In Ogata's eyes, Shiho is like an onion, peeled to the end, it is just a simple heart.

Letting go of his eagerness to meet Shiho again, Ogata no longer thinks about the Black Organization. He now wants to sleep, recharge his energy, and face tomorrow, where he never knows what will happen in the next second.

Lying on the bed, before going to sleep, Ogata pulled out the scalpel hidden in his body.

He gently placed it on the window sill, under the bright moonlight, it shone brightly, refracted on the ceiling, like a white sickle, so slender and curved.

"Zuowei, take care of me."

Ogata spoke to it calmly.Beware of such things, regardless of day and night, because he knows that if the evil spirit of gin really reaches the United States, it must be around him, and it may be waiting for an opportunity.

Moving Zuowei out of the body now is to take a complete defense measure.Once something unclean breaks into this field, it will sense it as soon as possible as the medium of qi.

The scalpel on the window sill trembled slightly, and then a faint laughter came from the bottom of Ogata's heart: "Don't worry."

Ogata nodded.

He lay on the pillow with a sigh of relief, and after a while, there was a sound of even breathing between his nostrils.

When he woke up the next day, Ogata glanced at the alarm clock beside the bed, it was already past nine o'clock.

Because of the jet lag and his mental exhaustion during this time, he took a full sleep.There are no dreams and no disturbances, so the quality of sleep is very high, which also makes him feel good after waking up early.

The silver-white scalpel was still quietly lying on the window sill, unmoved, as if it had spent a wonderful night like him.

Ogata tidied his hair slightly, put the scalpel into his palm, and then opened the curtains of the room to let the sunshine of a new day shine in here.

When he walked out of the bedroom to wash up, he saw Xiaolan and Conan downstairs who were watching TV.

"Morning!" Ogata called the two of them, and went into the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth.

Because he will fly to Los Angeles the day after tomorrow, the itinerary that Ogata made for himself today is very fast.He was going to see Zhibao in the morning, and in the afternoon, he had to find time to drive to buy a plane ticket for tomorrow's departure.

He must sneak into the Cecil Hotel before all the members of the black organization arrive.

After Hasty and Xiaolan ate the breakfast made by their mother, Ogata took the car keys and drove the Rolls Royce that picked up Conan yesterday towards another property of his family.

On the way, I happened to see a flower shop.

Ogata hesitated whether he should buy a bouquet of flowers for Shiho?Would this be too vulgar?

He parked the car to the side of the road, hesitated, and got out of the car.

Because Ogata believes in that sentence, every girl can't resist the temptation of flowers.

Instead of being so tangled.Regardless of whether Shiho likes it or not, let's talk about it after buying it!

A large bouquet of flowers was stuffed into the trunk of the car by Ogata