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Forensic!

Hearing Ogata's initiative to introduce his professional identity, the [-]-year-old driver was a little surprised and said: "Little brother, you are the first forensic doctor I have pulled over in the past ten years. No wonder I said so The Docecil Hotel is not good, you have no taboos."

Ogata smiled slightly, and said to him: "Currently, such a profession as forensic medicine is indeed rarely encountered. My family is in New York, and this time I came to Los Angeles to deal with some things, because this Cecil Hotel is very far away from the place where I work. Recently, I booked a room with them in advance. As for the Black Dahlia incident you mentioned, I have also heard about it. But I didn’t expect that this Cecil Hotel was the scene of this local unsolved case.”

"Uh, there's a question that I really want to know." The driver hesitated for a moment, but stopped talking.

Ogata said casually: "It's okay, you can ask. We can still talk, and it can be seen that you are a nice person, master. If it was someone else, maybe you wouldn't give me this reminder."

The driver smiled, and then said solemnly: "Since my little brother is a forensic doctor, he must have come into contact with many corpses and dead people. I want to know if there is such a thing in this world, you should understand." "You mean ghosts?" ?” Ogata looked at him.

Seeing the driver nodding, he said with a smile: "If there are ghosts in this world, then the work of forensic medicine may be difficult to carry out. If there are really evil spirits that take people's lives, as the legend said. Existence, no law and order can restrain these supernatural ghosts. And people like me have died countless times.”

It was obviously against his will to say these words.Because in Ogata's life.Number of ghosts seen.But not just once or twice.He has contact with all kinds of ghosts.Even dealt with.A difficult evil spirit like Gin, waiting for an opportunity to move by his side for revenge, is far more terrifying than the ghosts in movies and storybooks.

But in front of outsiders, it is naturally impossible for Ogata to tell the truth.

In this world, the fewer people know, the better.Because once you understand and know, it only means that a person with a clear mind will fall into panic and suffer so much that it is difficult to survive the day.

"Oh. You're right." The driver smiled and continued: "How could there be ghosts? In this day and age, everything must be based on science. Maybe many evil things happen in this world because they are pure It’s just a coincidence. It’s just a gimmick deliberately fabricated by those newspapers and magazines in order to gain more attention.” “Yeah.” Ogata stopped talking, in fact, it’s a good thing for him to maintain this mentality

When the taxi stopped at the parking lot near the Sissel Hotel, Ogata finally understood the evaluation of this four-star hotel by many guests who had stayed in the Internet yesterday.Unexpectedly, an adjective such as dirty and messy is used.

Because it is very remote, and it is in a poor area.Plus it is a downtown street.So there is a lot of rubbish on the ground nearby, and the potted plants outside the hotel seem to have not been pruned for a while, because the drainage canal is broken, and some road sections on the ground still have water.When I got out of the car, I suddenly saw such a picture, which would be in stark contrast with the magnificent scene in the center of Los Angeles. It should be called contrast, which is more appropriate.

Let's look at this "famous" Cecil Hotel in the local area. The overall color is mainly yellow. Because of the long history, the paint on the walls has obviously been renovated, so it doesn't look like a building that appeared in 1927. old building of the year.But even so, it can't hide the fact that there are damaged and fallen places between the bricks and tiles of the wall, and some cracked places can even be seen on the outer eaves of some doors and windows.Although it is not ruled out that Ogata has good eyesight, he can clearly observe every detail of the hotel's appearance.

The hotel has about ten floors. At a glance, it seems that there are quite a few people staying in the hotel. Many windows are open, and some people even stick their heads out to let in the air.

"How is it? Little brother?" Behind Ogata, the driver of the car that brought him hadn't left, rolled down the window and said to him.

Ogata smiled and replied: "It's okay, it's not as bad as I imagined, but it's not much better."

"See you again when we have a chance!" The driver greeted Ogata and drove out of his sight.

After taking a breath, Ogata looked around and found nothing special. Although the place is very dilapidated, there are convenience stores and stations, which is not bad.

With a satchel on his back, he walked straight to the Cecil Hotel like a foreign traveler.

There was no revolving glass door, so Ogata pushed open the door of the hotel and walked towards the reception desk.

The staff at the front desk was a young black girl.

She first greeted him politely, and then asked which country Ogata was from.

After Ogata answered that she was Chinese, she quickly added a very bad greeting 'Hello'!

Because this hotel is marked as a four-star hotel that supports online booking in Chinese, English, French, Dutch, Italian, Spanish and Portuguese, integrating dining and entertainment.It sounds grand, but in fact only the web page for booking rooms supports these languages, and the waiters here should just greet in multiple languages.

She tried to communicate with Ogata in Chinese, but she spoke very jerky and sounded awkward.

Seeing this, Ogata quickly interrupted her in fluent English, and explained the room he booked, and then handed her the ID card for registration and the accommodation fee that needed to be paid from the wallet he carried with him.

He had thought that if the members of the Black Organization really chose to come to this kind of place for gatherings, when choosing a room, they probably wouldn't choose a low-to-medium-priced preferential room.

Since there are arms smuggling and other transactions, it is natural that they are not short of money, so it is very likely that they have booked the most luxurious rooms in this hotel.

So before Ogata came, he booked this hotel, which was the most expensive.It is also the room on the floor closest to the top floor.

After the black waiter inquired about Ogata's check-in information.He gave him a strange look.Seems like a local.She wondered why Ogata came to such a place since he could afford to live in a big hotel.

After completing the formalities, taking back the room card and his own documents, Ogata walked towards the elevator.

The elevator door opened with a "ding".

The moment he walked into the elevator, his heart skipped a beat, and the tattoo of Ming Ding Gang Qi branded on his back suddenly became hot for a moment, and then Ogata's nose seemed to smell a familiar smell.

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What Ogata smelled was not a ghost.It's not hostility, but the smell of blood, a faint fishy smell that doesn't seem to have dissipated.

In this elevator, besides him, there is another person!

Under normal circumstances, Ogata was on the first floor, and it was impossible for other people to share the elevator with him if no one stepped out of the elevator.

He looked at the guy standing inside the elevator, leaning against the wall.

next second.Ogata's eyes flashed, and it was difficult to move his eyes away from him.

A black suit with some wrinkles.Wearing a pair of sunglasses and a peaked cap with the brim pressed down very low, his expression was cold, the facial features were condensed with murderous intent, his lips were pressed tightly together, and one hand was in the pocket of his trousers.

Only Ogata can feel it at close range

There was a bloody smell on this guy.And his hostility, mixed with these bloody smells, was obviously another living person he had seen besides gin that had the potential to become an 'evil spirit'.

Ogata quickly avoided his gaze before the other party noticed.

He knew that the guy in front of him should be a member of the black organization if he judged directly from this suit and this feeling!

Ogata never dreamed that he would come into contact with one of them so quickly.

The entire elevator was silent, and the man in black leaned against the wall all the time, standing there silently, without a smile on his face, but it was like an iceberg, pressing coldly on his heart.

Ogata stood opposite him indifferently, his mind was very calm, his face showed that of a gentle scholar, even when the other party looked at him, he would show a simple smile.

From the beginning to the end, the eyes of the two of them did not meet in any way.Under the brim of his hat, his eyes were shadowed and he couldn't see clearly.

And from the corner of Ogata's eyes, he secretly glanced at his hand that had been stuck in his pocket.

If I'm not mistaken, it's a gun.

Because the tip of the gun seemed to have left a mark through the material of the trousers.

In a country like the United States where gun control is not strict, it is not difficult to carry guns with you.

Seeing the indicator light on the floor climb up a little bit, the two of them missed many opportunities to stop.

"Which floor do you live on?"

Suddenly, the man in black spoke.

The cold voice echoed in the empty elevator hall.

Ogata looked at him, under the slightly raised brim of his hat, there was a chill in his eyes, and his pupils locked on Ogata standing opposite him, like a vulture who had established his goal.

Such sharp eyes!

This guy actually took the initiative to speak.

Ogata thought about it, and sure enough, because the room he chose to live in was close to the floor where they were partying, it attracted this guy's defensiveness.

In order to hide himself perfectly, Ogata, who is used to seeing big scenes and is not even afraid of death, replied with a smile: "I'm downstairs on the 16th floor."

"Oh." The man in black simply agreed, expressionless.

Seeing that there was one floor left, he arrived at the 16th floor where Ogata had reserved a room.

He noticed just now that the floor button pressed by the man in black was on the 17th floor.If he avoided the situation on the same floor, his defense should be reduced a lot.

Ding!

Arriving at the 16th floor, Ogata, who planned to make a long-term plan, wanted to leave the elevator. After all, if there was any conflict with the black organization at this time, it would cause unnecessary disturbances before the gathering where all members arrived.

If the enemy is alerted in advance at that time, the consequences will be the worst.He wants to fight these guys in advance, and the chance of winning will change from 50.00% expected at the beginning to less than 20.00%.

It will develop into a situation that does not use brainpower and is completely head-to-head.

The elevator door opens slowly, thoughts jump quickly

Ogata's eyes saw the environment of the outer floor, the soft lighting, the rooms with house numbers, and he was about to take a step.

"return!"

A cold voice suddenly sounded, suppressing his steps.

In an instant, Ogata felt that behind him, the muzzle of a black hole pressed against his waist.The sense of crisis that seemed to be sitting on pins and needles made his eyes narrow.

How can it be?This guy actually took the initiative to attack without knowing himself?

Moreover, when Ogata walked into the elevator just now, he observed that there seemed to be a monitor in the elevator. Once he had any out-of-the-ordinary behavior, the monitor would record everything.

But now he took out his gun with confidence and threatened himself, what was it?

In the depths of Ogata's stretched eyes, a stern look flashed across, his palms were slightly clenched, and he turned around slowly.

He knew that as a normal person, if he faced a gun properly, he would be terrified.

So Ogata pretended to be scared, opened his mouth wide, looked at the man in black with some horror, his lips trembling, and asked like a ghost: "What's wrong?"

Ogata stood between the elevator doors, he tried his best to delay the time, did not fully listen to his words, and returned to the elevator.