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The distance between Ogata, who turned around, and the man in black was very close, separated only by a black gun.

His hands were lowered, and he firmly held the handle of the gun with his palms. The eyes under the brim of the hat fell on Ogata's face, piercing every pore of the skin like a biting wind. Disgusting beyond words.

Ogata was waiting, waiting for him to say why.Otherwise this guy wouldn't have decided to act rashly and make trouble before organizing a party.

"Let me see your hands." The man in black's voice was very low. He was different from Gin. He seemed a little less aggressive and more cold-blooded like a pure killer.

Facing the staring gaze of the man in black, Ogata stood between the elevator door and the interior, then looked at the pistol lying between the two of them, made a more terrified expression, and stretched out his hand tremblingly.

He seemed to have guessed the guy's intentions.

The Heizi man's eyes swept over Ogata's outstretched palm, and he seemed to look a few more times between the lines of his palm. He, who was originally wrapped in killing intent, seemed to slow down his tone: "You are really Bad luck."

"Unlucky?" Ogata didn't know whether to laugh or cry in his heart, seeing that he didn't put down the gun, while tensing his nerves to be wary of him, he also guessed what he meant by looking at his palm prints.This guy wants to use the calluses between his palms and the smoothed palm lines to judge whether he has the experience of holding a gun for a long time.

'long' wind''.fx.net

As a forensic doctor, Ogata had the experience of performing autopsies on some violent people who often held guns.He knew that when holding a pistol often, in order to stabilize the three-point line sight, he would ensure an even force between the palm and fingers.

If as a veteran.Always hold a gun.Hukou, index finger, and probably palm.And the palm print on the palm of the finger will be smoothed and covered with a layer of calluses.

Obviously, there are several types of people who understand this.

Cops, detectives, forensics, and killers!

And the man in black.It is the last category of people.

He didn't seem to find anything suspicious about Ogata, but simply relied on his feeling to believe that Ogata was a little different from ordinary people, and suspected that he was the police who sneaked into this hotel, or the FBI!

As for Ogata's bad luck, the man in black proved that he could not be the policeman who threatened the organization after seeing his palm prints and the wear and calluses caused by not holding the gun for a long time.So it was a pure accident that he was trembling with the gun.Seeing the Heizi man relaxing his vigilance, Ogata adjusted his breath as much as possible to make himself flustered.Tong Tiao stammered and asked, "Can this gentleman let me go?"

In the eyes of the latter, he seemed to be frightened and foolish.Even the palms that he asked to check were still in the air, trembling uncontrollably, and he didn't have time to retract them.

At the same time, his gaze flicked over the monitor inside the elevator.

"Oh." The black man sneered, and suddenly said: "My name is Cohen, goodbye!" After finishing speaking, murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and the tip of his tongue licked the corner of his mouth. The cold voice had not dissipated in the elevator room, then The slender fingers gently pulled the trigger.

His finger, pulling the trigger on the muzzle, seemed to conceive death!

The next second after the man in black moved, Ogata's eyes saw that the man in black's appearance became heavier. His thoughts turned, and his trembling hands were relatively still for an instant. White light flashed across his face, illuminating the eyes of the man in black who was standing opposite and tried to shoot.

The man in black only felt a blur in front of his eyes, followed by a sharp object piercing his body. Because the speed was too fast, he didn't even have time to feel the pain, so he could only use the dilated pupils at the end to see a large, familiar Plasma, from the position of his neck, rushed out like a fountain!

A large amount of blood splashed.

The joints of his finger that was holding the trigger seemed to be frozen, and then his whole body lost strength, and the nerves and muscles seemed to be on hold. gun!

A silver-white, blood-stained scalpel, trembling, pierced the metal wall of the elevator behind the man in black.With an indecipherable 'huhu' sound from his throat, drops of blood flowed to the ground

On the neck of the man in black, there is a hole that penetrates completely. You can see the blood rushing out, the sharply cut meat pieces, and the silvery white light spots that are connected in a line.

Ogata looked at him, gentle as a scholar, but less panic and fear just now, and more calm and calm than a killer.He slowly lowered his arms and palms that had stopped in mid-air

The man in black lost the strength to support him. With a "plop", he leaned to one side and fell into the elevator, forming a dazzling picture with the blood that flowed out.

I don't know who is unlucky?

Ogata didn't want to cause extra trouble, because he didn't have to fight the members of the black organization the first day he arrived at the hotel, which would quickly expose his existence.

But what he didn't expect was that this guy named Cohen was smart and unscrupulous, and wanted to kill himself while being filmed by the monitor.

This is forcing himself to kill him.hateful!

Ogata looked at the corpse lying on the ground, he had enough headaches to deal with the aftermath, he had to know that such a corpse could not just be left like this, something would definitely happen.Leaving aside the actions of the Black Organization, he would provoke the police.

After all, even children know that murder is a violation of the law, and it is unavoidable in any country.

As a forensic doctor, I have seen countless murder cases.Even if there are thousands of ways to deal with the corpse in my mind, I still have to be prepared, but it happened so suddenly that it was unexpected.

Ogata looked at the corpse, his eyes turned, he suddenly heard footsteps coming from outside the elevator door, someone is coming!

Not his companions!

The footsteps were brisk, obviously young people.

When the footsteps were getting closer, his head was like a machine with countless gears running in, quickly finding reliable emergency measures.

Sure enough, a girl's figure appeared at the elevator door, and Ogata was staring at him.

She hadn't calmed down at the beginning, when she saw clearly what happened in the elevator and the corpse lying in a pool of blood, her eyes widened, and she looked at Ogata with a calm face as if nothing had happened. .

Ogata looked at her, he didn't expect that the girl who walked over was actually an Asian face with black hair and yellow skin.

She was young, in her twenties, and seemed transfixed by what she saw.

"Don't bark!" Ogata quickly took out his ID card from the pocket of his jacket, which was clearly printed with the badge of the Japanese Metropolitan Police Agency. He didn't care if the girl saw it clearly, and said in a concentrated voice: " I am a policeman. What you see now is the fugitive I am chasing. He has committed a serious crime and has been shot dead by me on the spot. If you make a noise now, it will only alarm his partner. When the time comes We're all going to die."

The scalpel has been retracted into the body.

In a short period of time, Ogata tried his best to make what he said convincing, able to calm down the scene, so that this girl would not cause trouble, and really alarm other people.

"Do I need to call the police?" The girl carefully glanced at the police officer's ID card in Ogata's hand, then looked at his gentle and kind face, and said hastily in a tone of asking for the latter.

Hearing her say that, it seems to be a success.

As long as she doesn't yell and attract others, everything can be solved.

Ogata shook his head, looked at her and asked slowly, "Are you Japanese?"

"No, no." The girl blinked and shook her head quickly.

"Huh?" Ogata was taken aback. Most of the Asians he saw recently were Japanese, so he subconsciously classified them as foreign students from Japan.

Is it.

"I'm Chinese." She replied nervously, her mood seemed very unstable.Because it was a corpse, ordinary people would naturally be afraid when they saw it.

When Ogata heard "Chinese", he completely gave up the murderous intention that he had touched her.

"My name is Ogata Yusuke, what's your name?" Knowing that he still needs the help of this little girl to get out of the current predicament, he first introduced himself politely.

The girl hesitated and looked at Ogata.

"My name is Lan Ke'er."

ps:?? Xuehua has the audacity to ask for a reward